These are some photos taken in the 1950s with the Brownie Box six-20 Model D camera I still have.
This is Adie Reudavey nee Robertson (1907-1999) standing at the back door of the house (that no longer exists) in the place she called Golden Valley, on the farm at Jibberding. Phillis has pointed out that this is the back of the house, the core of which was three weatherboard rooms (as seen below). The corrugated iron rooms you can see were added on what previously would have been the back verandah: the kitchen on our left, and the even later bathroom on our right. You can see the important tanks to catch what little rain fell on the roof: I rememember getting drinking water out of the square one. It tasted much better, as Uncle Frank often pointed out, than Perth water. That's Frank's Vauxhall Velox on the left, and in the distance on the right the line of trees indicating the position of the Great Northern Highway; next stop Paynes Find.
Frank Reudavey (1904-1995) going back into the house having emptied the teapot. Frank was a shy man, and didn't want me to take his photo.
However, I was able to persuade three generations of women to pose for a photo in front of the eastern side of the house: Thia, Adie, Christina, and my mother Mollie. (Pity I couldn't hold the camera level.) You can now see that the principal part of the house was of weatherboard construction.
The Velox again, with me spoiling its lines. Behind the car is the square tank, and behind that a bit of the wash-house where the generator was housed, as you can see by the power lines coming from that pole across to the house. Of course the only electricity available had to be generated on site. I remember feeling rather disconsolate when Uncle Frank turned it off before bedtime and the lights started to dim. Of course we had kerosene lamps (and a kerosene fridge).
As a contrast to smart me above, here's me dressed for work, and finding it easy to look like the village idiot. I had no work boots, so I'm wearing my footy boots, with the studs removed: they were always uncomfortable anyway.
Thia with one of farm dogs. (This photo was scanned later and looks better than most of the others, of which I must have taken [another] photo. I should scan them all again.)
Thia again with a handful of puppies.
And here's a cat dealing with three of them by being better at climbing.
Speaking of puppies, this is one of the best photos I ever took with any camera. Having chased the cat up onto the branch, the dog didn't know what to do next. Fortunately it stayed there long enough for me to get the shot. That's the garage/generator shed behind.
Out in the paddock with Rod, seeding. He's just throwing an empty seed-wheat bag. Full bags were divided for handling, and the grain tipped into one set of hoppers on the seeder. Super(phosphate) was in the other set, and a stream of the two combined poured into the furrows as the seeder proceeded.
This is supposed to be an 'action' shot, with the photographer risking life and limb to get the shot of the tractor about to run over him — which it was, but with no indication of movement, it's merely a photograph of bits of a tractor. Note the single light, and read on.
Rod had a bad back one weekend and I drove up from Narrogin for two days work seeding, so I've had the experience myself. You sit on the metal seat with only one thing to concentrate on: keeping one tractor front wheel in the furrow from the previous round as a guide. As I recall, I finished the paddock after dark. The tractor had a single inadequate light and I had lost my orientation. I had to drive around the edge of most of the paddock before finally finding the road home. I imagine tractors these days have closed cabs with AC and music systems. Back then, if it rained (and it did) you put a bag over your head.
Between Perth and Jibberding, we stopped for refreshments. The Vauxhall Velox is in front of Mum's 1955 Morris Minor which she bought new and drove until the year of her death, 1988.
This might be a different occasion, as the background seems to be dissimilar. This time, the people can be identified: Uncle Frank, Auntie Adie, Thia, Heather Speak, and my Mum.
Finally, a couple of snaps of Thia and me not taken on the Brownie.
Garry Gillard | New: 12 June, 2015 | Now: 9 June, 2017