Always back the horse named self-interest, son. It'll be the only one trying
Burke and Wills in the Desert, by David Boyd Hello Archie, I was just reading through your recent post about the Bogan River and the comments about it being discovered by Sturt. Yeah, that’s unfortunate and lazy on their part. Maybe it’s a copy and paste job from a 1980s journal. Reminds me of the […]
Aboriginal History A number of Aboriginal peoples lived in the lands surrounding the Bogan River for many thousands of years. In the area surrounding Peak Hill, the indigenous inhabitants of the area were the Wiradjuri clan. In the area surrounding Nyngan, the Ngiyambaa Aboriginal people were the principal custodians of the land. So if the Wiradjuri people had lived […]
If a crocodile starts walking around my back yard threatening my family, my stock, my pet dog and my way of life , then I have a right to do something about it? Bloody oath you do Bob. Me too. So what are we going to do? You got a gun I can borrow?
When the Townsville Bulletin arrived to interview Harry Ford about his upcoming 100th birthday, his mailbox contained six letters. Three were letterheaded with fancy golden script from the Prime Minister of Australia, the Queensland Government, and a very official envelope via Canberra. Two were also Dominos Pizza vouchers. And the last was a reminder from […]
William Kamara Cull – the soldier in the picture – is my wife’s little brother. I am real glad that he is too. Like Maggie, Will is the descendant of a blackbirded slave. Kamara is the slave family’s name. Will is fucked up, but he is no slave. He did three tours of Iraq, to […]
Jack Sheehan was my great-grandad. He died on the Western Front on Anzac Day 1918. Today. This is what he had in his kit bag when he died: 2 wallets A few photos. 2 coins. A souvenir card. A hankie. Some postcards. And a badge. That was it. Thanks for coming. No doubt he knocked it off on the […]
