Thursday, July 29, 2010


Don't panic I'm just playing. Comments would be appreciated though

Wrecking for a reason and no reason at all

Wrecking for no reason at all is the mindless idiots who tried to break into my sons car last weekend. All they achieved is two totally destroyed door locks that have to be replaced and one less number plate that also has to be replaced. I have to be grateful that they didn't do any other damage that could have involved panel beaters. My daughter has also had several instances of minor vandalism on her cars and valuable property stolen from where she used to live.. It is sad to think that these people (probably kids) have nothing better to do and have not been taught or have ignored the lessons on respecting other people's property. We all work hard for what we have and sometimes the people who have things taken or wrecked have no more and in some instances less than the ones who cause the damage. Sadly very few of them are caught and punished for what they do. If nothing else please teach your children firstly to look after their own belongings and to also respect other peoples property. 

Wrecking for a reason. Just adding to the demise of the old factory.
They have started pulling down the old sheds and there is no mucking about over there.
You can see the old building with the iron off it and that tall metal frame was the tower in the Evaporator room.
Here is a side view. One whole section has already gone. This is what I see from the side door at work.
Now I know this is probably only of interest to those who know the building but I just wish you could get a closer view of how old those buildings really are. In no time at all I will see shiny new sheds in there!

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Another bit of my History gone!

Thirty six years ago this month our family moved from Orbost in East Gippsland Victoria to Corryong in North East Victoria. My Dad was the maintenance Engineer at the Orbost Factory (above) for many years and when The Butter factory at Orbost was closing down  Dad had the job of moving the boiler and other pieces of Equipment to the factory in Corryong. We spent a lot of our childhood in the Orbost factory playing around the stacked bags of dehydrated milk powder and getting jars of beautiful yellow cream to take home. Dad used to tell us about the platypus in the river where the water pump was and the locals used to gather in front of the Factory when the Snowy River was flooding to watch the water come up. The move was a huge change for us. Not only were we leaving the Town we were born in but also leaving the Ocean where we spent all of our holidays to living at the foot of the mountains. In the time he worked there Dad went from  Engineer at the Factory to being the Manager. I think he preferred being in the Factory with the men much more than sitting in an Office. The Factory at Corryong hasn't run as a milk factory for quite a few years now as the milk is now sent to the Murray Goulburn Factory at Kiewa. When it closed down a local company took over the boiler and produced Mint Oil until they set up their own Factory at the other end of town. After that it became a seed processing plant and has been ever since. Yesterday I found out that most of the old building is being torn down and replaced  with modern sheds. Another part of my history gone. My Father worked there until he retired, it's where my brother did his apprenticeship , my husband had a brief stint there (before we were married) and I worked in the Office on and off for eight years. I'm still working for Murray Goulburn in the Store which is next door to the old factory. My house is only a few minutes along the road and it was the Store managers house until we purchased it from Murray Goulburn in 1981. It's a little bit sad but the memories will always be there and change is something that will happen whether we want it to or not.
If your wondering what happened to the Orbost was neglected for quite a few years but came into it's own when the Paddle steamer Curlip Project was conceived.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

Soup Fest

This week has been one of not enough sewing but lots of other stuff. I was invited to display my Quilts at the Annual Soup Fest which is run by the Uniting church ladies every year. I've never been before and had no idea what to expect. I packed up some of my Quilts and set off for the Hall. Lots of lovely ladies and a few gentlemen buzzing about setting up tables, heating soup and doing whatever else they needed to do. I was given two tables to display my Quilts and when set up was urged by those lovely ladies to ' have some soup dear.' There were 13 different types of soups, lovely fresh bread and following that a cup of tea and slices. They did a lovely job. Unknown to me I was expected to stand up and give a little talk and little it was. I'm not very good at 'off the cuff' speeches.

I chatted to a few who had questions and packed up and headed home after a couple of hours. A very nice way to spend a Winter afternoon.
I found time yesterday to have a play in what was Dave's bedroom but is now my Spare bedroom I repacked the cupboards which are now full of all the kids stuff they still deem necessary to keep but don't want or need where they are now.It still needs a fresh coat of paint but that's for another day  Out in the shed were two old single bed heads that I had been thinking of using in here for a while. Cleaned up and at the head of the bed I'm not too sure they are what I want there.
                                                           What do you think??????

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Mel and B Real

I had a lovely visit on Monday with my son David's girlfriend Mel. She went off to Uni at the beginning of the year and I really miss her being around. I keep telling her she is going to keep me in my old age because she is studying to be a Dentist. She arrived with her kitten B Real, a beautiful placid cat that slept on her shoulder the whole time she was here despite Machicho, Rev and my two cats being around.

How they manage to keep B Real and Godzilla (David's Rat) in one tiny flat without bloodshed occurring is beyond me but so far they have.