There I was, thinking of the myriad picnic photos I could use for this week’s Sepia Saturday 190, when I had a sense of déjà vu. A quick search of this blog and I realised I’d posted at some length on this very topic during the February Photo Collage Festival. If you’d like to read what I had to say about family picnics back then, here is the link.
I thought I’d have an early mark for Trove Tuesday and see what was on offer for picnics near Murphys Creek, Queensland where my Kunkel ancestors lived.
This image of Charlie and Alice Patrick and their family is from the State Library of Queensland (copyright expired). Are they setting off on a picnic or some other more formal event? The image is taken near White Mountain, very close to the Kunkel property at the Fifteen Mile.
And then there are picnics with a purpose. I’d guess that most Aussie school kids have been on picnics and things were no different in earlier times. One school picnic I remember in particular, took us to Stradbroke Island across Moreton Bay, however privacy prevents me from sharing the photos with you.
And then there were the church picnics:
When I went searching Trove I had in mind a particular image of boys swimming au naturel in Lockyer Creek near Gatton and Murphys Creek. Imagine getting away with taking a photo like this today!
The newspaper gave me a different perspective of what seemed like youthful fun. Mr Gill, another resident of Murphys Creek was upset that his cows were disturbed by the boys swimming in the creek –or was it that they were nude? I love the Council response: the boys could keep swimming so long as they were appropriately attired. Do you wonder if Mr Gill and his cows were satisfied by this outcome?
And then there’s this lovely 1896 report of a cricket competition between the Toowoomba men and the Murphys Creek team, and ancillary picnics. The fifteen mile route by horse is likely the one through the Fifteen Mile where the Kunkels lived, or perhaps it’s the more direct route down the range? And what on earth does he mean by “the blackboy in the waste paper basket”?
Do have a look at the Linky Lists on both themed topics to see what other bloggers wrote about this week.
Interesting clippings Pauleen. The last one is written in a rather quaint style too. We may never know the answer to the strange contents of the waste paper basket.
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Yes, weird wasn’t it Little Nell?!
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Perfect swimming hole — love the boys sitting on that branch.
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That is an awful lot of naked boys swimming by the road. Hope they all had proper attire after the complaint.
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It is indeed….a sign of the times I’d say.
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I was going to say “that’s a great double banger” but then realised that it’s a triple 🙂 …
I’ve certainly heard about “scaring the horses” but scaring the cows? ha ha ha… Great post Pauleen. I thoroughly enjoyed it.
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Glad you enjoyed it Catherine:-)
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Clever combination! I’ve sometimes thought of combining but always had too many photos to need to source elsewhere – maybe in a few years!
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Just that my time was a bit tight right now, Jackie, so taking the short cut…plus I’d done picnics thoroughly in the Feb post.
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We never managed to get that many skinny dipping when I was a boy. Too near the local railway line some said. More likely that the English weather was to damned cold.
Glad Trove is still coming up with grand photos.
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I can just imagine all the scandalised commuters/travellers seeing a bunch of naked boys swimming. The chilly weather wouldn’t help.
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