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West Oz 015 Paths to My Childhood   Yesterday my cobber who is visiting West Oz from overseas, Mr Beelzebub, and I re-traced our steps from Fremantle to Hillary's Boat Harbour, about the Indian Ocean. His thumb had presented in all the snapshots he had taken the time before. because the silly bugger was around the grog. With that done, we built a big detour in to the Swan Valley for some photograph opportunities in Whiteman Park, a big nature reserve chock-a-block with a variety of interesting things to see. Once out of the area, I showed Mr B. the ivy-league school - Guildford  Grammar School - attended by Heath Ledger, the actor, when he was a boy. Virtually close to it is Governor Stirling  Senior High School - the last school I went to as a kid, and we'd a look at that as well.  Because Mr B. asked me to show him something outside the Perth metropolitan area, we're now going towards Dwellingup, a wood mill town within the jarrah forest highlighting suburbia. To get there, it is an easy hour-and-a-half travelling amount of time in a slow-poke car; but a bit less on my rumbling black motorbike. Not as so, easily paid any attention to the rev-head-urging by Mr Beelzebub to break open the throttle. By us going to Dwellingup, I'm killing two birds in one hit. He gets to have a glance at whatever I care showing him and I get to review ab muscles last plant town I lived in.   Picture 01

Here we're at the entrance of Fairbridge Farm School, about an hour from Perth. It was established in 1912; and for some 50 years it was the location for girls and boys sent here over the years from England. These poor little buggers were either orphans or those placed into foster care by mostly single parents who couldn't cope, for whatever reason. Some years ago there is controversy concerning the positions here of some of the 'foster' kiddies. It had been alleged that the number of they were sent here without the permission or knowledge of their loved ones in England, effectively making orphans from them. There have been also allegations by several of the former small residents that child-abuse happened here, while other residents refused seeing or experiencing this. The school bus from Dwellingup which used to just take me to and from Pinjarra also picked up and dropped off the kids from here. Â Â Picture 02

The kids lived in several dozen of these large double-storey houses, each being self-contained with services and also having a 'house mother.' Other buildings and these created a real town. The lovely tree is a jacaranda - favorite by West Aussies.

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While you can easily see, Mr B., these are rambling dwellings. Â Â Picture 04

This shop was for the staff that lived in the town, if I recall properly. Â Â image 05

This house is another of what became the domiciles for these kids - for years. But Mr B., the young ones just didn't visit college some five miles up the road in Pinjarra and then come home to perform and do their homework. No sir! It was a functional farm, and the children had to benefit their keep. There were chores before and after-school, on weekends and through the holiday periods. No free lunches here! Â Â image may

Clasp your peepers on this! And then read the plaque. Â Â image 07

Note how old it's! Â Â image 08

Observe how these houses blend in? And incidentally, Mr B., through the 1990s I actually spent quite a few long weekends in this very house. Some years following the village school stopped operation, the village was thrown open to everyone. You can hire these places ahead and have a holiday out of the Perth metro region but nonetheless within easy reach of it. So with three or four carloads of friends, I had come here once every few years simply to get off the big smoke. Ah, these were the times! Â Â Picture 09

That grand old house was your home and office of Mr Fairbridge, the man who started this all. He's buried in a paddock not far from here. Â Â Picture 10

This is actually the church he built - for your village inhabitants. Come and see the plaque. Â Â Picture 11

Remember that it was Valentine's Day. 14 th February also is my birthday. Yes, Mr B., it is too late to provide something special to me. You are off the land. Be taught further on our affiliated web resource by visiting the best.

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Now here we are out from the farm school and a couple of miles up the trail. This is actually the parochial convent school that I was bussed to from just beyond Dwellingup. Â Â image 13

Unlike these happy children, I loathed coming here. The nuns didn't believe in sparing the rod and spoiling the kid. Not that I got smacked or caned. But it was just like a boot camp for we crazy kiddies from your bush. Â Â image 14

The classrooms extending later on weren't here after I was. and they have reduce the size of the playing field. Such is development, Mr T.

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This grand old pub, the Premier Hotel, marks the Pinjarra turn-off to Dwellingup. The latter is a wood mill area located some 15-mile inland from here, up the Darling Scarp. Â Â Picture 16

This can be a restored and working steam engine. The Hotham Valley Railway is based here in Pinjarra and is staffed by volunteers who restore and operate the steam engines and their carriages. But because of the flying sparks from your fireboxes, the steam locos aren't used throughout the warm and tinder dry summer months. Then they use diesel locos.

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And here we're, entering the timber mill city of Dwellingup. I lived in an even smaller township, Holyoake, two miles away. If you need to identify further on Costal Cottage Rentals: Your Personal, Private Summer time Vacation Destination BmO, there are many online libraries you might consider investigating. It was engulfed in a wildfire that burnt the entire town to the ground. And a few the others as well. I wrote about it within my article, The Little One of Ice & Fire who Used To Be Me.

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Oh, you have witnessed enough of arty-crafty stuff, you say, Mr W. Â Â image 19

We'll give a miss too, Mr Beelzebub. I don't think we had easily fit into there. Â Â image 20

When the wild fire burned Holyoak e to the floor, a sea of big flames totally surrounded and isolated Dwellingup from the rest of the world for days. This tavern was the sole brick building at that time and those not desperately fighting the fire took refuge here. Â Â Picture 21

This Dwellingup History and Visitor Information Centre, maintained by my good friend, Susan, has heaps of pictures of that fire and a variety of artefacts from the era. Additionally it serves to point tourists and travelers to various destinations in the area. All through Easter, particularly, folks come in the thousands to go camping by the Murray River, not all that far from within the jarrah forest. Only at the centre I always obtain a free coffee as Susan and I catch-up over a ciggy out the rear. But do not spread the word, Mr W. !!

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Now this, Mr Beelzebub, isn't someone you had wish to meet on a dark night. Go browse the plaque. Â Â image 23

And now you know who he is. Someone who cuts rest! Ha, ha, ha! No, only joking. He's a hairy who reduces sleepers for the railways. Â Â Picture 24

This is the Dwellingup Railway Station, restored to its former glory. Materials was once freighted by rail into here, into Holyoake and into other townships much deeper in the forest. Obviously, the sawn timber was also carted one other way, back once again to Perth. Â Â Picture 25

These carriages and engines are used to haul visitors about ten miles to the forest through the wet months. This unusual visit link portfolio has a pile of tasteful suggestions for where to deal with it. having come here by car or about the Hotham Valley train from Pinjarra. Â Â Picture 26

All the timber mill cities consisted only of jarrah weatherboard homes like this prime example, that is still lived in today. As will be the numerous others still in this city. Â Â Picture 27

We're here at the Dwellingup Cemetery for just two reasons, Mr Beelzebub. Come, I'll explain to you. Â Â image 28

Firstly, this is actually the most unusual tombstone that I have ever seen. It marks the grave of the lady motorcycle rider. She was killed to the bend about 100 yards from here, late one evening not totally all that numerous years ago. Visit link to learn the inner workings of this thing. She smashed head-on in to another Harley. It'd overtaken a car on the part, with the sunlight behind it, and she didn't start to see the oncoming bike. She was hurtled in to a tree next to the road, and died there a few minutes later. One other rider was taken to hospital and survived. The Harley engine here's from her motorcycle. Â Â Picture 29

The second reason for coming here is for me to pay my respects. Those two lovely people - of Aboriginal descent, if I rightly recall - took me in being a little child when both my parents were taken to hospital for different reasons. Where I'm From. )Â At the time, the Harps and my family were all living in a little wood work city more deeply within the forest, (I wrote about this in my report. But because my father was town drunk and we were therefore considered white trash, everyone but Mr and Mrs Harp turned their faces away. I will remember their generosity. I bow for them. Â Â Picture 30

Mr B., this once was the main booming timber town of Holyoake, just out of Dwellingup. Near the fork of the road - to the right, where the tree's down - is where my father built a weatherboard cottage for your family. While he was building it through the cold temperatures he taught me to roll cigarettes because his hands were wet. I'd move one for me personally one, as well. to smoke when from everyone's sight. It had been with this very corner I sat, not many years ago, when thoughts of my deprived and lost youth inundated me. Remembering when I used to go bare feet towards the convent school in Pinjarra because there is no money for shoes. If my father arrived to the sack, crazy with drink, with the guitar all over again in his hand remembering that I used to visit sleep with a kitchen knife under my pillow in case I needed it. Remembering.. remembering.. And being a tourist train gradually chugged by, they saw what they considered to be a bikie, smoking a cigarette while the tears streamed down my face. I was getting spirits to rest.   See also: 001 My House Town - Perth, Western Australia 002 My hometown of Perth 003 Ding-dong in Perth 004 Water and University 005 Fremantle..Hello 006 The Fremantle Markets 007 Don't look back in the Perth Zoo 008 Head for the Hills 009 Souvenirs in the Condo 010 The Swan Valley 011 Historic Guildford 012 Hopping about 013 Hillary's Ship Harbour 014 Whiteman Park    You've successfully published a study for this post.