The Farm at Tiaro
We travelled
to the farm by utility of course, Dad making several trips. Our first glimpse
was favourable, looking down from the road we could see the farm in front of us
and the river flats beyond a patchwork of brown and green. The farm was dotted
with yellow flowering trees. Ian and Bob and I were in one of the first trips
and we had been given our lunch and left to explore while Dad went back for
more goods and more people. We enjoyed our exploration of the home paddock with
it’s creek that flowed into the river, and we went under the railway bridge
(Jim’s father had helped to build it, I found out many years later) There was a
lovely clear water creek, running over stones.
A fire had gone through the trees on the bank
at some time, and Mr Nelleman (the farm owner) had planted pumpkins, simply by
scattering the seeds into the ashes. The vines had grown up the trees and there
were pumpkins hanging from the branches. At a later date, we found that the
locals were picking these pumpkins that were “just growing wild” so Dad
organised for all of us to go and harvest them. They were stored under the
house on boards with plenty of air space between them.
We had our lunch by this creek
and were delighted to find a tortoise living there.
We moved to Tiaro at the
beginning of 1953, my sub-junior year. Jean would have been in sub-senior so I
suppose she must have boarded in town. Marion
would have been nursing – doing her training at St Stephen’s private hospital,
and living in the nurses’ quarters.She rode a a Bantam BSA 150 cc motorcycle. (no helmets in those days) She remembers one time when she rode home at night in the rain stopping and pushing the bike through water over the road. She got as far as Chinaman's Creek - really flooded, so went all the way back to the hospital. Next morning, sun shining, no water anywhere, and a smooth ride home.
I was to live
at home on the farm and and go to school in Maryborough in the rail motor. The
problem was that the rail motor got us to town about half an hour after school
had started. That meant missing the first period. Any attempt to have the rail
motor travel earlier was blocked by the teacher who got on at Gympie and
travelled along to his one teacher school. Quite a few primary school children
travelled one or two stops to their schools. Miss Adamson, the head mistress,
told Mum that missing the first period was unacceptable, and that I would have
to board in town.
Mum replied,
“Oh well, if we can’t get what we want for Alison here, we will just have to
send her to PGC” (The girls college in Warwick
where Mum had gone to school herself).
My scholarship results must have
been good enough to impress, because Miss Adamson backed down and said, “Well,
I suppose you could give it a try.”
One of the lessons I missed was
Maths B (geometry). I asked the teacher, Miss Carnegie, for some extra work to
do, and she lent me a book. One day when I came to school I was getting dirty
looks from all the girls. In the lunch period they told me what had happened.
Miss Hunter had taken over this class at some point and during the lesson I
missed she had gone over the exam results in that subject, saying, “No one got
this right except, Alison Burgess.” Over and over again. The exam had been set
by Miss Carnegie out of the book she had lent me. When I gave it back at the
end of the year she said, ”Oh, I forgot I had given you that!”
It may have partly been because
of this episode that Gwenda Garrett was soon coming to school on the rail motor
with me. Later on Ian and Bob and Alan Garrett also came in to school in the
motor. Closer to the big exams of Junior and Senior, I did board in town. I
remember Bob saying at one time that he has taken up smoking once. It was a
surprise to me. “Oh,” he said, “I gave it up again before the next station”
When Dad was deciding what
tractor to buy, I asked the kids on the train. Their verdict was the Ferguson , The Farmall was
too dangerous. I passed this information on to Dad.
“What about the Farmall?” he
asked.
“The front wheels are too close
together. It could tip over.”
“Yes that could be right.”
So we bought the Ferguson . I was impressed that Dad had
listened to what I had said.
Sometimes I ran late for the rail
motor and had to run after it to the station. I guess that was when the driver
worked out where I lived. When I had a sore ankle he said, “Ger back in and
I’ll take you home.” He stopped right in front of the house. Next day Mum was
waiting for us beside the live with a big bag of peas from the garden.
Dad had used the tractor to
plough up a patch of ground beside the house yard. Then we carted lots of cow
manure from the yards and fenced it off from the chooks (who were really free
range) and the cows. Mum grew a lot of our vegetables there, including corn and
rockmelons.
Some time later we had a acting
head mistress from Brisbane
while Miss Adamson was away sick. We were hauled up before her for coming in
late.
“But that is the time the rail
motor get us here.”
“Well get an earlier train.”
“But there isn’t one!”
She couldn’t get over the fact
that a rail motor that brought shoppers to the town was the only one available.
Now-a-days there isn’t even that, and there is no railway station at Tiaro
either.
Living on the farm meant no more
holidays by the sea. Our job during the holidays was looking after the
irrigation of the improved pasture on the river flats. The boys drove the
tractor down and hooked the power take-off to the pump. We set up the sprays to
water the paddock, then, an hour later shifted them to the next area. In the
meantime we spent the time swimming in the river. Later on we had a canoe, on
the river. Mum suggested the canoe. She had enjoyed having one on the Condamine
when she was a girl. Dad was against it. Two of his siblings had died of
drowning. At last it arrived. Made to Dad’s design it had two floats (torpedos,
we called them) one on each side, so that even full of water it would float.
(the floats were made of down pipe, but were not as fat as Dad had asked for).
No one was allowed in the canoe unless they could swim all the way across the
river. I was not a good swimmer, I never did learn how to breathe when doing
free style, but Ian had taught me to breast stroke, and I could do that
forever, but not fast. Lex had to learn to swim, so that he could go in the
canoe. I learned very quickly!
We had lots of fun with the
canoe. Ian and I paddled upstream on day for quite a long way until we came to
shallows where we would have had to carry it for a while. We decided it was
time to come home. Once when the river was in flood, we took the canoe to get Mum
some lemons from a tree that grew on the creek bank. We paddled right across to
the other side of the river being carried down stream by the current. On the
other side we dragged it upstream well passed the farm before paddling madly to
get home again. We never told the family about this adventure.
Eventually the canoe was lost.
Jacko was visiting (the young brother of one of Jean’s boyfriends). When Mum
saw the boys coming home looking dejected she feared the worst, and was quite
relieved to know it was the canoe, and not Jacko who had been lost to the
river. It had gone down, and one of the floats had come loose and risen to the
surface. The boys dived and dived but were not able to find it. If the floats
had been as big as Dad wanted, one would have been enough to hold it up.
Mr Nelleman who owned the farm
before us had two daughters who were born deaf. They had been away to deaf
school and could sign and lip read. We knew one of them as Mrs Gee.
This family had no car or
tractor. Mr Nelleman’s father before him had supplied horses for Cobb and Co
when they ran stage coaches bringing gold and passengers from Gympie to
Maryborough. They always changed to fresh horses at Tiaro. Mr Nelleman had two
huge draught horses for ploughing. They were brother and sister and were called
Bill and Rose. After we bought the tractor they were sold to the forestry
people for hauling timber. A big white cart horse called Noble pulled the
spring cart to take the Nellemans to Maryborough for shopping. We rode Noble
between the house and the yards and back until he got tired of the game and
just refused to budge if we climbed aboard.
Mr Nelleman’s dog Bluey (a blue
cattle dog) stayed on the farm with us, but was not included in the sale. He
probably wanted to know if we would treat the dog well before he left him with
us. Bluey did not work as well for us as he did for Mr Nelleman, but the cows
always knew that the dog was there and behaved themselves well. Years later
Bluey was succeeded by Nipper. Jim’s parent’s dog, Bonnie Jean had pups and Jim
and I gave one to Lex for his birthday. This border collie went will Lex to
take the cows out to a paddock on the other side of town after the morning
milking. Then Lex went on to school, gave the pony a drink and let him go into
the school horse paddock. (He was the only one riding to school at this time).
He sent Nipper home, down the hill and across the railway line. In the
afternoon Mum called Nipper and said, “Go and find Lex!” and the dog trotted
off back up the hill. Lex rode the pony with the dog trotting along and
collected the cows for the afternoon milking. Nipper never had to be told
again. He was there waiting for Lex every afternoon after school. We milked fifty cows and sent away the cream
to the Gympie butter factory. These days milking herds are from about 600 to
2,000!
Dad bought a pony for the boys to
ride. Paddy was a good cow pony and would give a cow a little nip if she
refused to move. I was the only member of the family who didn’t really learn to
ride. In Mundubbera I was told that Tot was too old, and at Tiaro I was too big
for Paddy. Later on Paddy fell when Bob was riding him and it was decided that
Ian and Bob had outgrown him. I remember Bob saying much later that the horse
they had call Joe was a good horse because he would really go. Bob was sorry
when Dad sold him after he, Dad, had a fall off him.
After Jean became a teacher she
was assigned to teach at Tiaro school. At this time she was instrumental in
starting a PFA (Presbyterian Fellowship Association) group at Tiaro. The church
was at the top of the hill next to the farm gate. Young people drove in from
farms all round the district. I got the job of looking after the younger ones
while the older ones did bible study. (When we first went to Tiaro the minister
was Mr Currell. . Mrs Currell had had Gwenda Garett and I teaching Sunday
School.) By the time of the PFA it would have been Mr James McNicoll. We
sometimes travelled to Maryborough or Gympie to meet up with PFA groups there.
Also about this time we started going to PFA camps. It was after a PFA camp at
Alexandra Headlands I asked to join the church. We went several times to Easter
camp at Magnetic Island . The four of us Marion, Jean, Ian
and I were the famous firm of Burgess, Burgess, Burgess and Burgess. The second
year we went, Bruce Paterson (we had met him through visits to the Bundaberg
PFA) met us at the Bundaberg station. He came aboard and after a while Jean
said,
“You had better get off now, the
train will be leaving.”
This was met with a big grin.
Bruce didn’t get off, he came to camp with us that year.
Jean was transferred to Glen Rae
school where we had started. I remember her saying that she had seen our old farm and those high posts we climbed on (there is a photo somewhere of Jean on a high one and me on a smaller one) had shrunk! After she resigned from there she got a
job cooking at St Stephen’s hospital, where Marion had done her training.
In the mean time I was enjoying
life at school. In our sub-senior year we had an English teacher called
Margaret Harvey. She loved the subject and had all of us loving it also. We put
on a play for the school and the parents called “School for Scandal.” I played
the part of the old uncle. Miss Harvey brought the costumes up from Brisbane . I think it was
a huge success.
There were fourteen of us in the
English class when we sat for Senior, an exam set by the University of Queensland .
Seven out of the fourteen gained an A for the subject. (the top mark)
After senior I went to Brisbane for one year’s
training, and was then a teacher. That will be in my next blog!