Some Vehicles of Yesteryear
Written in 1933 the passage above reflected the changes in modes of travel during the preceding 90 years of David O'Leary's life.
No doubt many of us through the years asked the question of our parents - "How will I get there?" to which their answer may have been "by Shanks's pony" implying that we had two good legs to walk the distance. We are lucky to have seen the developments in modes of travel that provide us with many easy options for reaching desired destinations.
In my Father's times
Looking through our family photos reveals the changes in modes of travel since my father was a boy. When he died in 1992 he had certainly seen and experienced many changes. He courted my mother travelling from Alma into Hamley Bridge via horse sulky. He was the proud owner of an early buckboard followed by a Buick and several generations of Holden cars. Farm vehicles changed from horses and carts to trucks, utes, tractors and motorised implements.
Below are some photos of the vehicles my father travelled in or worked with throughout his lifetime from 1908 - 1992.
Travelling to Church on Sundays
"The old Mass shandrydan" |
Travelling to School
Moving around the farm
Andrew Horgan with sons Eddie and Joe atop a cart used to move the hay stooks from paddock to haystack, about 1937 on the Alma farm. |
When my parents moved to Snowtown after the birth of their first child, a vehicle of their own was needed. Here is Dad looking very proud of his buckboard.
After the death of his uncles, Jack and Tom Horgan, the young family now with two children, moved back to the Horgan family farm at Linwood.
Here are some of his vehicles with my father pictured in each one.
Notice this cart now has tyres rather than wagon wheels.
My mother wrote on the back "First load of bales and Eddie, Linwood" |
Taking goods to market on trucks
Eddie Horgan c 1954 |
A later photo with sheep on board
Eddie Horgan c1959 photo taken from paddock across the road from the newly built farmhouse |
My parents depended on the income from the wool, sheep and grain as well as selling the cream from the cows and eggs from the fowls. It was a hard, busy life with seven children to be fed, dressed and educated. I do not have a photo of Dad with bags of wheat on the back of a truck, but that too was a common sight at the end of harvest in late December or early January.
Dad with his Buick or is it a Chevrolet, the car we had before a range of Holdens |
In later years my parents travelled for pleasure by train, boat and aeroplane. One of my favourite travel stories was of their visit to St Peter's in Rome in 1979. My father a very devout Catholic always removed his hat at the back of whichever church they entered and placed it on a nearby table or chair to be retrieved at the end of Mass. This was always fine in the small country churches where nobody would take a farmer's hat. Yes, he removed his hat on entering St Peter's and must have deposited it carefully somewhere at the rear of the cathedral. He was surprised when his hat was no longer there on exiting.
Here's some old wagon wheels Dad adapted to make a see-saw for his children.
Another use of a wagon wheel, what we knew as our hurdy-gurdy.
My siblings and self, the youngest, on the old wagon wheel |
My father's creative talent of putting old parts to new uses was handed down to his son and grandson who continue to work on the farm each day.
1. 1933 'A NONAGENARIAN COLONIST.', Bunyip (Gawler, SA : 1863 - 1954), 29 September, p. 7. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article9664921
This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin
Wow very interesting thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteOh Carmel this is such a beautiful post. I am having a really hard time choosing a favourite photo - there are so many. I love the first photo - the little boy in shorts with his back to the photo, the man grabbing a cup of tea before departure. And I love the hurdy gurdy photo. Just priceless. Thanks for enlightening me on all the terms - I had heard of but never understood what a buckboard was and I hadn't heard of a shandrydan. Faulous stuff.
ReplyDeleteThanks Alex, Your blogging prompts for National Family History Month made me think and provided the idea based on travel.
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