Showing posts with label Dungog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dungog. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

How Dungog got its name.

My personal introduction to Dungog was in 1981.   I had friends who moved to this area from Newcastle.  We would travel up through the Hunter Valley and visit them often.  The joke was to say you were off to the town of "Dead Dog".  Dungog was affectionately known as  this by many people.

Dungog is a Dairy and Timber town in the Upper Hunter Valley on the Williams River, which is one of ten tributaries which flow into the Hunter River.

Observing the town from my perspective back in 1981, I could see that Dungog had become a quiet place and it appeared a shadow of its former self.  This was evident in the buildings of the main street still there for all to see when I visited for the first time.  I am seriously not sure what it looks like now after the fatal 2015 weather event.


My friends lived in a tin house.  The entire house was corrugated iron.  Apparently this was a very cheap way to clad a house in the early part of the 20th Century.  The house would have been erected   around the 1920's circa.  It was a funny old house with a grape vine with the sweetest grapes I have ever tasted growing from the grape trellis build on the southern side of the house.   This area was an oasis to sit down under during the heat in the endless summers of the Upper Hunter Valley area. 

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Gringai

The Gringai people, a group of indigenous people of Australia, are those Australian Aborigines that were united by a common language, strong ties of kinship and survived as skilled hunter–fisher–gatherers in family groups as a clan of the Worimi people, whose traditional land is now known as the Port Stephens of New South Wales, Australia.
Gringai lands are mostly in the Williams River and the Manning Valley, and include what is now known as Dungog, Paterson, Gresford, Brookfield, Tocal, to the headwaters of the Williams and Chichester rivers.

Gringai land also includes the southern valleys of the Barrington Tops.

Two people of the Gringai are known by that name as a result of their arrest and subsequent trials. Wong-ko-bi-kan and Charley were both arrested within a year or so of each other in the 1830s.
Wong-ko-bi-kan was sentenced to be transported to Tasmania for manslaughter after spearing a John Flynn, where he died soon after. Charley was the only man to be hanged in the town of Dungog on the Williams River, as a demonstration to his fellow Gringai.

Another was Jack Cook Maloogat (born 1830, Cobark Station NSW, died 1925), Captain Thunderbolt's horse boy. Maloogat was also one the last of his tribe to have gone through the last known Keepara - Kiapara ceremony or Boombit (from boy to man) where he got his name (Maloogat-son of thunder).
One of the Bora rings, initiation grounds of the local tribe, was in the Bulliac-Tugrabakh area, 4 miles (6 km) from Gloucester. Another two Bora rings where they used to camp and hold their corroborees are located where the Gloucester Public School now stands; one ring was used by the women and the other used by the men.
IMG 9844 Gloucester area
Looking across the valley overlooking Gloucester

Captain Thunderbolt - Fred Ward a close friend of my great grand father Edward Butler.  They often met in the bush for smoko.  This is a well known story in my family told to me by grandmother and her sisters.
On the 21st April, 2015 a devastating weather event occurred in the Dungog area.  This resulted in houses washed away and the human and material cost was gigantic.

NSW wild weather: Dungog like 'war zone' after flash flooding

Updated  

"Despite their best efforts, three elderly people died when their homes were literally swept away after 300 millimetres of rain hit the area in less than 24 hours."
It became known as Dungog's stormageddon!

Link ABC:  Dungog like 'war zone' after flash flooding

Images @ Eminpee Fotography

Wednesday, April 22, 2015

A New Chapter begins on the New England Highlands!

22nd day of the month and we unpack the Truck.... Number 22 is a number of power and accomplishment. 

Raleigh Removals - Dean and Jeff
I was excited this unpacking day fell on April 22.   This is because those two's do show up to me often.  The number 22 is a significant number which and is 2 appearing twice and this strengthens the message it is carrying.  The # 2 relates to our Divinity Path and our souls journey of learning.   Having this number significant shows the self to keep doing the great work.  The clear message here is to keep working consistently on my divine purpose which is the infinite consciousness (God) experiencing itself through creation.
  
Most everything was packed into the substantial shed that we now have.  It comes complete with a cement floor and lining and so our chatels were taken in there straight from the truck.  The old black hand painted fridge and my sadly rusting washing machine did however come in today while the boys were here to help as both are quite heavy and awkward to cart around alone. 

We have a lot of cleaning to finish off to be able to live alright, albeit a temporary clean for now.  So today while Brice helped the boys unpack the truck, I concentrated on cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom. 

After all of the hard work we carried out today we needed a great shower and a clean good bed so I was diligent and washed the walls in our bedroom, mopped the uncovered wooden floors and then  we put up our bed and made it with all the doonas we owned.

I felt good because I had cleaned the bathroom and toilet to a spick fashion. The kitchen too was given a fair good clean bench wise.  Tomorrow we will clean all of the cupboards.  Today was simply a huge day from start to finish too and today also started at about 4:30am.

When the removal boys arrived at our house this morning they were able to convey to us what had happened with the major weather event south of us where we are here at our beloved Dungog.

Dungog floods
Four people lost their lives in an absolute freak storm for that area.  It kind of shook Jeff Guest the removals guy up because only yesterday I was telling him the reason why we were leaving the coast to get to higher ground. 

I told him it was vitally important to me to get to a place where I could feel safer.    I  have been predicting strange things weather wise for some years now numbering about three years.  In my opinion being on the edge of the Pacific Ocean on a cliff which was really a midden  was not where I wanted to weather this weather event I think is on route.  My past recurring dreams of water hitting Dorrigo Mountain was a large contributing factor along with the fact I am a poor swimmer.
Images @ Eminpee Fotography