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One railway that could have prospered today. Penrith to Keswick. But some of the infrastucture was in a dire state, and, as we well know British Rail were so starved of funds - the future was pretty insignificant!
An annual, related to Ragwort, but with very insignificant flowers, consisting only of disc florets, without any 'petals', usually borne in small clusters. Rubbery-looking small serrated-edged leaves. Anything from an inch to a foot high. Fluffy seed heads to spread the seed all over your garden.
For the “Apollo Command Module Boilerplate/Mockup” edition of Trivial Pursuit, therefore an insignificant missing link in the history/life of Boilerplate No. 14 (BP-14), aka “HOUSE SPACECRAFT I”. Per the below linked discussions regarding the largely undocumented post-NASA life of the spacecraft, in a March 26, 1971 letter, NASA directed North American Rockwell to dispose of the capsule through “regular property disposal procedures.” The only other subsequent unofficial tracking/documentation I've come across, indirectly (discussions linked below), is that per 1978 NASA documentation, it was sold to a Tuscon-based salvage yard. Further, according to a discussion participant, the sale purportedly also occurring in 1978.
This photograph, obviously a personal photo taken no later than August 1974, would seem to possibly shift the timeline, or at least fill in a long moot gap. The bright sunshine, blue sky, attire (i.e., work uniform) of the gentleman…even his gesture, would seem to support this to be unofficial documentation of its acquisition/arrival at the salvage yard.
I ‘say’ NLT August 1974, bearing in mind that the stamped date of the photograph reflects the date a photo lab processed the film, which may have been exposed earlier. Granted, not too much earlier…all of us that remember those days were cautioned to not leave film in your camera too long.
3.5” x 3.5”.
In comparing the capsule with the below linked image, note the rounded corner of the hatch opening. Possibly an actual hatch 'frame' that had been attached/reattached? Also, a panel underneath the hatch opening seems to have been removed. Finally, the lack of the heat shield, which I believe it did once have.
I do get it, they couldn’t all be saved. It’s still sad, especially with NASA’s woeful & negligent track record of correct/accurate historical documentation & accountability, let alone preservation. And that’s only regarding Apollo.
Modern cars can do over 100,000 miles without pausing for breath. If you really pile on the miles, you might have 200,000 or even 300,000 miles on the clock. If the car Gods are really shining on you, you might have managed more than half a million.
Prepare to feel insignificant. Irv Gordon from East Patchogue, New York, together with his Volvo P1800, a 1966 1800S, has completed over three million miles--a new world record for the highest number of miles driven by a single person in the same car. If you're after an arbitrary comparison to offer some perspective, that's around six round-trips to the moon, or 120 circumnavigations of Earth.
Gordon hit the three million miles mark on September 18 while driving near the village of Girdwood, on the Seward Highway, south of Anchorage, Alaska; one of the two remaining states where Irv and his famous car had not been together until now.
”It was all rather undramatic,” said Irv. ”We just cruised along and I kept an eye on the odometer in order not to miss the great moment”.
Gordon first bought his 1800S on a Friday back in 1966 and immediately fell in love. He simply couldn't stop driving the car and over the course of the weekend he had already covered 1,500 miles, causing him to return to the dealership he bought it the following Monday in order for its first service.
With a 125-mile round-trip daily commute, a fanatical dedication to vehicle maintenance and a passion for driving, Gordon logged 500,000 miles in 10 years. In 1987, he celebrated his one-millionth mile by driving a loop around the Tavern on the Green in Central Park, and in 2002 he drove the car's two-millionth mile down Times Square. Since then, Gordon has broken his record every time he gets behind the wheel of his beloved Volvo.
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History
The project was started in 1957 because Volvo wanted a sports car, despite the fact that their previous attempt, the P1900, had been a disaster, with only 68 cars sold. The man behind the project was an engineering consultant to Volvo, Helmer Petterson, who in the 1940s was responsible for the Volvo PV444. The design work was done by Helmer's son Pelle Petterson, who worked at Pietro Frua at that time. Volvo insisted it was an Italian design by Frua and only officially recognized that Pelle Petterson designed it in 2009. The Italian Carrozzeria Pietro Frua design firm (then a recently acquired subsidiary of Ghia) built the first three prototypes between September 1957 and early 1958, later designated by Volvo in September 1958: P958-X1, P958-X2 and P958-X3 (P:Project 9:September 58:Year 1958 = P958).
In December 1957 Helmer Petterson drove X1, (the first hand-built P1800 prototype) to Osnabrück, West Germany, headquarters of Karmann. Petterson hoped that Karmann would be able to take on the tooling and building of the P1800. Karmann's engineers had already been preparing working drawings from the wooden styling buck at Frua. Petterson and Volvo chief engineer Thor Berthelius met there, tested the car and discussed the construction with Karmann. They were ready to build it and this meant that the first cars could hit the market as early as December 1958. But in February, Karmann's most important customer, Volkswagen VAG, forbade Karmann to take on the job.[citation needed] They feared that the P1800 would compete with the sales of their own cars, and threatened to cancel all their contracts with Karmann if they took on this car. This setback almost caused the project to be abandoned.
Other German firms, NSU, Drautz and Hanomag, were contacted but none was chosen because Volvo did not believe they met Volvo's manufacturing quality-control standards.
It began to appear that Volvo might never produce the P1800. This motivated Helmer Petterson to obtain financial backing from two financial firms with the intention of buying the components directly from Volvo and marketing the car himself. At this point Volvo had made no mention of the P1800 and the factory would not comment. Then a press release surfaced with a photo of the car, putting Volvo in a position where they had to acknowledge its existence. These events influenced the company to renew its efforts: the car was presented to the public for the first time at the Brussels Motor Show in January 1960 and Volvo turned to Jensen Motors, whose production lines were under-utilised, and they agreed a contract for 10,000 cars. The Linwood, Scotland, body plant of manufacturer Pressed Steel was in turn sub-contracted by Jensen to create the unibody shells, which were then taken by rail to be assembled at Jensen in West Bromwich, England. In September 1960, the first production P1800 (for the 1961 model year) left Jensen for an eager public.
P1800
The engine was the B18 (B for the Swedish word for gasoline: Bensin; 18 for 1800 cc displacement) with dual SU carburettors, producing 100 hp (75 kW). This variant (named B18B) had a higher compression ratio than the slightly less powerful twin-carb B18D used in the contemporary Amazon 122S, as well as a different camshaft. The 'new' B18 was actually developed from the existing B36 V8 engine used in Volvo trucks at the time. This cut production costs, as well as furnishing the P1800 with a strong engine boasting five main crankshaft bearings. The B18 was matched with the new and more robust M40 manual gearbox through 1963. From 1963 to 1972 the M41 gearbox with electrically actuated overdrive was a popular option. Two overdrive types were used, the D-Type through 1969, and the J-type through 1973. The J-type had a slightly shorter ratio of 0.797:1 as opposed to 0.756:1 for the D-type. The overdrive effectively gave the 1800 series a fifth gear, for improved fuel efficiency and decreased drivetrain wear. Cars without overdrive had a numerically lower-ratio differential, which had the interesting effect of giving them a somewhat higher top speed (just under 120 mph (193 km/h)) than the more popular overdrive models. This was because the non-overdrive cars could reach the engine's redline in top gear, while the overdrive-equipped cars could not, giving them a top speed of roughly 110 mph (177 km/h).
1800S
As time progressed, Jensen had problems with quality control, so the contract was ended early at 6,000 cars. In 1963 production was moved to Volvo's Lundby Plant in Gothenburg and the car's name was changed to 1800S (S standing for Sverige, or in English : Sweden). The engine was improved with an additional 8 hp (6 kW). In 1966 the four-cylinder engine was updated to 115 hp (86 kW). Top speed was 175 km/h (109 mph).[3] In 1969 the B18 engine was replaced with the 2-litre B20B variant of the B20 giving 118 bhp (89 kW), though it kept the designation 1800S.
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This Lego miniland-scale Volvo P1800 Coupe has been created for Flickr LUGNut's 88th Build Challenge, - "Let's Break Some Records", - a challenge focused on creating vehicles that set some benchmark for biggness, fastness or other extreme of some specification. The Volvo model shown here claim, by far, the farthermost distance ever traveled by an automobile, at over 3,000,000 miles (4,800,00 kilometres).
This seemingly insignificant building stands in the Northern Quarter of Manchester. For me, it symbolises the pride and pioneering spirit of Victorian society - brick-built and standing tall in the face of demolition around it.
‘Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people’ - Carl Sagan
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‘Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people’ - Carl Sagan
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Maybe I'm just that. Maybe I'm just a number. An insignificant number, lost in an ocean of infinite numbers, knowing not what its purpose is. I have become a quarter of a century today. I've existed/survived/lived for a quarter of a century! That's something, right? Um, maybe I'm not so insignificant as I think I am. Each year that went by made me a higher number. One day this number will be erased from the page called life, and only its impression will remain. An impression called memories. Hmm, maybe I'm not just a number. I'm 25 years of memories.
Ah, all that's too confusing! Maybe life IS simple. So here's another try at looking at my life. I'm Ritesh and I'm not a number(!). I was born 25 years ago on this day and I'm still unsure about what I'll make of my life! Kinda sucks but anyway, I'll figure it out somehow someday. Oh and those are 25 awesome Cadbury Gems. I love Gems so much!
It's Ringo's b'day too. He also turns 25 today :-) Happy Birthday to you, Ringo boy! I know he would be more than delighted to reply with a "same to you!" to that! :-D
Forty-three years ago today, man first set foot on our moon. That same day, found me wandering around Denver with longtime railfan friend E. Deane Motis. We stopped by Burnham Shops to see what was going on and found EMD 4351 inside. I've long had a liking for EMD's big 20-cylinder beasts, and this one is my favorite. It would later be sold to my favorite Illinois Central as their lone SD45, 7000, which I only saw once and could not photograph. But here it was back then. A great day for a railfan, but pales in comparison to what we would watch later that evening on the news.
21/52 Part 1 Series of 2
These photos are a series of two that go into my 52 weeks project. I'm really proud of them so I wanted to put them together. These were taken up near Canada in the Thousand Islands. I had a lot of fun with Amanda.
This series is about the moments of feeling small and insignificant to the world around me. And about not being able to change the world even though you want to so badly, but I'm just one person, and I need to realize that I need to make a change by doing little things around me, and not start with the huge things that I shouldn't be worrying about at this age. It's hard to get through this, because I don't believe the words I just typed, but I'm trying to get them engraved in my mind.
Because I'm not unhappy with myself, I'm unhappy with the world around me.
In picture: Me
Yesterday I reached 300 followers on Facebook, and I know it might be insignificant for some people, but to me, theyre 300 souls who like what I do, and it felt great.
Every little step get's us closer to our goal! And I want to convey people's lifes with all senses with my work, with whatever I do, just by being here!What a dream!
And I also want to thank to all of you who take the time to leave a comment or favorite my work, I really appreciate it!
Love for ya'll♡
She made ripples
that might have touched the universe
if they hadn't died
on the tips of her fragile fingers.
The potential to change the world.
It could feel impossible, that we are insignificant, that what we do is meaningless.
Even on my worst days I've never bought into that.
I've watched my actions ripple, seen my decisions effect others - for good and bad. I try so hard for good.
I live every single day knowing that what I do means something.
That the next decision I make has the potential to be my best yet, to be life-altering, to be momentous.
Great failures lead to great triumphs. Do not let your ripples die on your fingertips because you are too afraid to let yourself change the world.
A smattering of snow remaining atop the Western fells is seen beyond the vent stacks of the Sellafield plant as a Morecambe - Carlisle service, formed of a Class 156, gets away from Braystones station.
part of the existing project ; insignificant.
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It's called insignificance because when I stood before this waterfall, everything seemed insignificant.
Trailing smoke, 37219 looks insignificant amongst the 21 arches of Frodsham viaduct with 0C01 1100 Derby RTC to Chester on 3rd March 2021.
The structure was built between 1848 and 1850 for the Birkenhead, Lancashire and Cheshire Junction Railway under engineer James Meadows Rendel.
"Who are we? We find that we live on an insignificant planet of a humdrum star lost in a galaxy tucked away in some forgotten corner of a universe in which there are far more galaxies than people."
~Carl Sagan~
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A shot of myself and milky way galaxy, as it was rising above the sea level.
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This little fern is so small and insignificant amongst the giants of the forest...and yet here it is, with the picture all about it. I guess size isn't everything... I got this shot after/during a day of incessant rain, which allowed the colors to just POP!
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“According to Kundera, “being” is full of “unbearable lightness” because each of us has only one life to live: “Einmal ist Keinmal” (”once is never”, i.e., “what happened once might as well have never happened at all”). Therefore, each life is ultimately insignificant; every decision ultimately does not matter. Since decisions do not matter, they are “light”: they do not tie us down. But at the same time, the insignificance of our decisions - our lives, or being - is unbearable. Hence, “the unbearable lightness of being.” (quote from Wikipedia)
"The thing that hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun."
Ecclesiastes 1:9
"For time is infinite, but the things in time, the concrete bodies are finite.... Now, however long a time may pass, according to the eternal laws governing the combinations of this eternal play of repetition, all configurations that have previously existed on this earth must yet meet, attract, repulse, kiss, and corrupt each other again.... And thus it will happen one day that a man will be born again, just like me, and a woman will be born, just like Mary."
Heinrich Heine
"What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you in your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence—even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!"
Friedrich Nietzsche
Eternal recurrence - a finite number of events infinitely recurring again and again in infinite time, like games of chess, that, played one after another forever, eventually will repeat any game ever played.
The world is an eternal process of coming to be and passing away, where origin and end of the process seem to become fleeting vanishing points.
When there is no final point, no destination, eventually every combination of matter and energy will be realized and repeated and infinite number of times - an escheresque return, a neverending groundhog day.
If a past event is experienced as a future one, it is recognized as something we already know, as something we have experienced before, and therefore, as a repetition.
Every recognition is a remembering - and repetition and memory are both the same movement, just into different directions; for what is remembered, has been and is repeated backwards, whereas actual repitition remembers in forward direction.
Only what we remember can we identify, and only what we recognize can we name and thus make unique.
"Einmal is keinmal", once is never, if the 'once' comes into its true being through repetition only, if it becomes what it should be only by means of recurrence (and the english language seems to see it that way - in english, you do not "cognize", but you "re-cognize"... the repetition is in the word already).
Once is never, is just a draft, nameless and without reference, like a ray of light without reflection, like a sound with nothing to resonate in, not seen, not heard, not recognized - and therefore, equal to non-existent, to never-been?
Or is "einmal", once, the source, the beginning from where all possible repetitions take their origin?
The 'once' that holds all possible events within, all possible becomings that are actual, that are within the now, that are now?
" Une fois pour toutes", Deleuze says, "The paradoxicality of true repetition is that 'once' stands for 'all'".
Einmal ist alles. Once is all.
Once is what we experience, right now. Once is the moment. Each moment arises and perishes, and the perishing of a moment allows the next moment to arise. For the moment, there is no end. The perishing of a moment is not a final state. Moments do not end in time because they allow other moments to arise.
"The moment is immortal in which I produce return. For the sake of this moment I bear return."
(Nietzsche's Notebooks)
The eternal return is the vertigo that causes the subject, the event, the now to go around and around for innumerable times in series of infinite vibrations of being: all these vibrations reverberating, until the consonance of this same instant, in which these dissonances are reabsorbed anew, is re-established.
Standing here watching the sunrise on the mountains made me wonder why we let little insignificant things get into our life and under our skin....instead of a "getaway" I'm calling it a "get real".....Life 101 - Great Smoky Mountains National Park
Gazing into the night sky I am reminded of just how insignificant we really are. Every single speck of light in this small section of sky represents a star or even galaxies of stars each teaming with their own planetary systems. The blurs in the starfield are yet another reminder that we are just another rock hurdling through space. fineartamerica.com/profiles/1-jason-jacobs.html
One of two which David found on Monday! I've yet to find one for myself!! Such dinky little 'micro ladybirds'!
Cound Bank - Shropshire
Okay, so last week I shared with y’all an image of the Hernando Velvet Cream, as a teaser to something else entirely: the announcement that I’ve gotten a new cell phone!! I know that may not sound like much to some of y’all, but you need to understand that for the entirety of the time I’ve been on flickr, I’ve owned and used only one phone: my trusty LG G2. Seriously, that thing has been with me since January 2nd, 2015. Some of my earliest images uploaded to the site came from that phone’s predecessor (which, by the way, was very short-lived and was my first smartphone, which should give you even more of an idea of how big an event this new phone is in my world), but other than that, all of the images you’ve seen in my photostream come from the G2. And that will continue to be the case, too, for a good long while, as I still have oodles of unposted photos taken with that device waiting in my archives, collecting virtual dust (to borrow a phrase from one of y’all :P ). But now, I have a new phone to go on all sorts of new photographic adventures with: the Google Pixel 3a!
Alright, so this came about primarily because we, as a family, switched networks from Sprint to AT&T. We’d been with Sprint since the dawn of time (give or take), due to an employer discount my dad gets, but never really thought to investigate the other carriers’ prices. Turns out, we’ve been getting ripped off for a long time, so for as much as I am loyal to Sprint, it was time to part ways. (Besides, the company was going to cease to exist soon enough anyway, should the merger with T-Mobile go through.) Beyond price, we obviously wanted better coverage, as “Sprint” and “Mississippi” never computed. That left us with two options: Verizon, the best network… and they-who-must-not-be-named AT&T (aka the most evil, greedy, terrible company out there).
As you might be able to guess, I had a strong preference given those two options :P But ultimately, we went with poor customer service AT&T anyway, primarily because that allowed us to get further discounts on our TV and Wi-Fi bills by bundling (since AT&T already provided those services for us and could thus use phone service as a way to complete their unrelenting grip on our entire livelihood). I will give credit where it is due; the rep who helped us switch was helpful. And he’s promised to sort out any and all problems we have in the future – supposedly AT&T has realized they suck at customer service, and are trying to change that by introducing these new dedicated experts – and indeed, he’s already helped with some things. So there’s that. But my hatred of AT&T is deep-seated and it will take a lot more than that to win me over. XD
I digress, however. The main point of this description is to talk about my new phone. Switching to AT&T (of course!) presented another issue on this front, as AT&T is the only of the major carriers NOT to carry the Pixel. So, I had to instead go through the Google Store itself and pay full-price for the device. Now, the price wasn’t bad as far as phones go, as the 3a is the cheaper version of the full-blown 3 or 3XL. But it did kind of bug me that I couldn’t get a free phone, as my parents did. Nor did I have a free upgrade over at Sprint, which really ticked me off since, back when I first got my G2 eons ago, I had entered into a two-year contract whereby I should have been eligible for a free upgrade two years later. But they phased those out, which voided any discount I may have had. So I was, understandably, annoyed.
Having not looked around the phone market at all for, oh, “ever” amount of years, I guess you could say I was out of touch with details like that. Turns out I was also quite out of touch with how phones had changed since I got my G2. I’m assuming the poor G2 went out-of-date approximately three minutes after I got it, based on all the changes in the new phones we got from the AT&T deal! My Pixel blew my mind at first in how different it was compared to a normal Android, and my parents’ Galaxy S10E’s were somewhat different, too. A new iPhone XR was also included (just for the heck of it), and I can definitely make more comparisons between the Pixel and the iPhone than to a regular Android, which is disappointing as there’s a reason I’ve always stuck with Android phones. There are plenty of other hiccups and quirks I could drone on and on about, but suffice to say, there was a definite learning curve at first. But I think I’m finally starting to get used to the thing, and hopefully I’ll be comfortable with it soon (already approaching that state now, in fact). And just as an extra level of comfort, I still own my G2 – which is disconnected only from phone and text service – so if I ever feel the hankering to pull it out one of these days for a browse around the internet or a store tour, I have the freedom to do so :)
The reason I latched onto the Pixel so much is because of how fantastic its camera is touted to be. I’ve now taken it on one full stour (EDIT: four, now!), and it’s nice, but nothing super mind-blowing, in my opinion. The best feature compared to my G2, I’ve found, is the “Night Sight” option, which produces much better neon/nighttime images than my G2 ever could (turns out The Dip, which I hadn’t been to in years and only inadvertently wound up at that very first night with my new phone, was just about the best place to test that feature out!). I’m further disappointed by the “black bar” that covers one-fourth of my viewfinder as I take photos now; since I use the 16:9 ratio for my photos, previously on my G2 the viewfinder took up the whole screen with only a floating camera shutter button on the right, but now my Pixel seems to imply that 16:9 is “wrong” and thus blocks a not-insignificant portion of my view. I was discussing this with l_dawg recently; see examples of the old G2 view here, and the new Pixel screen here (middle image; it’s even more pronounced in person and on other colors besides the ones shown). So you can see how I would be annoyed by that. But, again, this all goes into my whole adjustment phase and whatnot. It’s not the end of the world, but I suppose I was spoiled with my evidently-very-cool G2 for four and a half years!
Bottom line: I am adjusting to, and learning to like, the Pixel 3a so far. Will I stick with it as long as my G2? Possibly not. But at least now I’ve learned what sorts of things I need to investigate before buying a new phone, instead of just assuming it’ll all be the same as always.
More photos, as always, upload this weekend. And look out for more new pics from my Pixel 3a in the future!
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Gazing into the immensity of the Grand Canyon can make you feel small and insignificant. Actually, compared to the Canyon, you ARE small and insignificant! This photo is from a hike along the south rim trail on the morning after a snowstorm.
- Grand Canyon National Park, Arizona
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of a car door, that is.
Pretty insignificant daily life moment if you think in a way.
Green Road, Dhaka
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Just got news that I have been shortlisted as a finalist in the "Split Second" category at this years Sony World Photo Awards(like the previous two years): worldphoto.org/shortlist/open-competition-shortlist-2015-...
There are moments when some insignificant thing catches your eye, and in some ineffable way hints at some meaning that transcends the thing itself. Here, an improvised curtain left billowing from an upper window suggested something poignant, suspended between the crudeness of the fabric and the lusciousness of its fluid motion in the afternoon breeze. Whoever lives in this little apartment has some story to tell, as do we all, but what we see is only a fleeting indication.
Shot with a Voigtländer Perkeo II
80mm f/3.5 Color-Skopar lens
Ilford HP5+ 400 film
Shot at EI 400
Developed in Rodinal (1:50, 6:16 min, agitated each minute at 80.5F)
Scanned on a Coolscan 9000
We often go on each day and start worrying about little things. Small things that are so insignificant in the grand scheme of things. Then, there are days (and weeks and months) where we worry about bigger things- things that consume your thoughts, day and night. Today, remember that Jesus taught us about worry. Of course, that is not as easy as it sounds. When something consumes your mind, it is torture. When you feel burdened, distraught, or even slightly worried about certain things (or things to come), remember that He is the comforter. He lives inside of us who are born-again. And remember, this life is passing. Nothing here will satisfy, no matter how hard we try. He alone satisfies. So put away your worry and thank Him for His grace and mercy on us!
"Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. The lamp of the body is the eye. If therefore your eye is good, your whole body will be full of light. But if your eye is bad, your whole body will be full of darkness. If therefore the light that is in you is darkness, how great is that darkness! No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or else he will be loyal to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and mammon. Therefore I say to you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; nor about your body, what you will put on. Is not life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns; yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not of more value than they? Which of you by worrying can add one cubit to his stature? So why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin; and yet I say to you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Now if God so clothes the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For after all these things the Gentiles seek. For your heavenly Father knows that you need all these things. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about its own things. Sufficient for the day is its own trouble."
Matthew 6:19-34
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Having had firefighter training on multiple occasions, it was a real eye-opener, just how insignificant a garden-hose is, compared to a real firehose.
In the year 1853, the Leith Hay family moved from the South to settle on a cattle property near Rannes. In 1855 the Archer brothers settled at Gracemere near Rockhampton. In 1853 the Archer brothers had travelled northward through Rannes, up the Dee Valley, coming out on the edge of the Razorback ranges, not very far from where the Stopford Highway drops over into Poison Creek. They then descended onto the Fitzroy flats. They were probably the first white men to see Ironstone Mountain (now known as Mount Morgan), although to them it would have appeared to be nothing more than an insignificant hill amongst the various peaks and ridges at the northern end of the Dee Valley.
Ironstone Mountain (or Mount Morgan) was a subsidiary spur of the main coastal range, having a bearing of W.N.W. and E.S.E., and had an altitude of 1276 feet (389m) above sea level.
Shortly afterwards Hugh Robinson selected a cattle property (Calliungal Cattle Station) which stretched from Rannes northwards to the Razorback Ranges, taking in most of the Dee Valley through which the Dee River flows and in which, at the northern end of the valley, lies Mount Morgan.
As far back as 1865 prospectors were fossicking in the gullies in the vicinity of Ironstone Mountain, and alluvial gold was found in the district long before the mountain itself was found to be gold-bearing. The reason for this was, of course, that fossickers were only interested in alluvial gold from the gullies, and perhaps tracing its source to reefs in the surrounding hills; this alluvial gold did not come from the ironstone outcrop of Ironstone Mountain.
Around this period William Mackinlay, a stockman on Calliungal Station, was sent to set up an outstation on the Northern end of the Calliungal run. He built a hut for himself and his family on Box Flat, which is only a short distance from Ironstone Mountain, and was living there when John Gordon, a Scottish migrant, came to the district. Box Flat was later named Maranu by the Railway Department. Horses carting a load up the Razorback Road Carrying a load up the Razorback.
Mackinlay was interested in prospecting, so it was only natural that he prospected in his spare time. In about 1870 he discovered that the ironstone outcrop of Ironstone Mountain was gold bearing. However, we are told that he failed to interest anyone in the specimens of rock (the source of which he kept secret) that he had taken from the mountain. One of his daughters, a Mrs. Healy who lived at Talban on the outskirts of Mount Morgan until 1940, would tell how she, her father and other members of the family would carry bags of stone from the mountain to the creek below to dolly and wash for the gold content.
In 1870 John Gordon applied to select and purchase 640 acres of land on the Northern end of the Calliungal run (under the Crown Land Act of 1868 it was possible for land-seekers to select blocks of land on designated portions of existing runs. After some difficulties over boundaries, he secured the block for 320 pounds, and his western boundary ran right across the top of Ironstone Mountain. He named his block Glen Gordon. Not being a mining man, he would have been ignorant of the significance of the ironstone outcrop.
In those days the owner of the land, to all intents and purposes, owned all the mineral on the land, so Mackinlay and his family decided to keep his discovery a secret, especially from John Gordon. Although Mackinlay could have selected worthwhile land outside the boundary fence, he did not do so.
One of Mackinlay's daughters became friendly with Alexander (Sandy) Gordon, one of John Gordon's sons, and she divulged the secret to him. Mackinlay was so angry that he banished her from their home and thereafter had nothing to do with her. She eventually married Sandy, who died in 1885.
The drought of 1878 and possibly the ill-health of Mrs Gordon forced the family (with the exception of a son, Donald) to leave Glen Gordon and go to live in Rockhampton. As it was necessary to live on a property for a specified time to obtain the freehold title to the land, John Gordon transferred his property to his son Donald who continued to live there, receiving the title in 1879.
Several miles to the north of Glen Gordon, on the plains below the range, David Jones owned a property at Table Mountain which he acquired in 1862. Towards the end of the 1870's one of David Jones sons, John Jones, was working a five-head stamp battery between Table Mountain and Glen Gordon. In 1881 Donald Gordon showed John Jones a specimen of ironstone flecked with minute yellowish metallic particles which he found in the ranges near his home, which was a hut built near the junction of Dairy Creek and the Dee River, and very close to Ironstone Mountain. Jones said it was gold, but a mining man in Rockhampton had told Donald that it was mundic (iron pyrites or foolsgold). Jones was unconvinced and arranged to go to Glen Gordon to obtain a dray load of the stone for testing. In due course he arrived at Glen Gordon only to find Donald missing. Not knowing where to look for the stone, he returned home with an empty dray. What actually happened was that Donald had been suddenly called to Rockhampton because his mother was dangerously ill, and taking the shortest route, he missed seeing Jones. While in Rockhampton, Donald accepted a job in the North and did not return to Glen Gordon.
In 1881 Sandy Gordon was working in the Raglan district for a business and mining man named William Burns. Sandy had wanted to take Burns to Ironstone Mountain and while Burns agreed to go at a later date, for various reasons the visit never eventuated. Later, having been paid off by Burns, he obtained a job at the Galawa mine at Cawarral, owned jointly by Frederick Morgan (a prominent business and mining man in Rockhampton and three times its Mayor) and Thomas Skarratt Hall (a Rockhampton banker). The mine and treatment plant (a stamp battery) was operated by Fred Morgan's two brothers, Tom and Edwin (Ned). Sandy was eventually paid off because of his insobriety.
Sandy's wife pleaded with the Morgans to re-employ him, saying that if they took him back, Sandy would show them where her father found _______; and here some confusion exists, for according to the Early History of Rockhampton by J.T.S. Bird, Mrs Gordon said, copper. Tom Morgan in "The Tales of Early Rockhampton", by G.S. Pattison, also said "copper". Edwin (Ned) Morgan, in The Mount Morgan Gold Mine, Concise History of the Mine and District, by Frank W. Sykes (1893), said it was a silver lode. The Morgans accepted her offer, re-employed Sandy, and in 1882 Tom and Ned Morgan made a prospecting trip to the Dee Valley.
Ned Morgan claims that Sandy agreed to show them a silver lode in the vicinity of Ninemile Creek and that while Sandy was to receive a share if the silver lode was located, he would not partake in any other discoveries they might make. Ned claims that although they failed to find the silver lode, he, by mere chance, discovered that Ironstone Mountain was auriferous (gold bearing). The Morgans, in due course, pegged out claims on the mountain outside Gordon's boundary fence and later were granted leases. They renamed the mountain "Mount Morgan" after themselves.
As Ironstone Mountain was on the western boundary of the 640 acre block (which is only a small block) owned by the Gordons, and since Donald's hut was built at the junction of Dairy Creek and the Dee River, only a very short distance from the mountain, and as Sandy's wife had told Sandy that the mountain was gold bearing and because Sandy had wanted to take William Burns to the mountain, it would be hard to believe that Ned Morgan, in the company of Sandy, should come upon the mountain by "mere chance".
Ned Morgan's account of how he discovered Mount Morgan, written ten years later, is not very convincing to those who know the district (see Ned Morgan's narrative of "How I discovered Mount Morgan" in "The Mount Morgan Mine, Concise History of Mine and District" by Frank W. Sykes, 1893). In Ned's narrative, he says that because all their gear was wet due to torrential rains which fell on Saturday night while prospecting at the Ninemile, they decided to return home the following morning. By noon the following day, after having to ford a number of flooded creeks, they arrived, directed by Sandy, at a hut near the junction of Dairy Creek and the Dee River and later decided to stop the night. In the afternoon, which was bitterly cold and raining, Ned suggested they do a bit of fossicking to put in the afternoon. Tom declined, so he (Ned) and Sandy set out. Ned claims that they travelled two miles north of the hut fossicking the gullies, then crossed over the range in westerly direction and travelled some distance down a gully. He then said that they climbed a mountain to endeavour to discover the position of the hut, when he picked up some black stone from the top of the mountain (without Sandy knowing). Later, at the hut, he crushed the stone (without Sandy knowing) and found it to be rich in gold. Later they pegged out claims on the mountain just outside Gordon's boundary fence.
As B.G. Patterson, in his lecture entitled, "The Story of the Discovery of Mount Morgan", delivered to the Historical Society of Queensland on 27th May 1948, said, "can we be blamed for being incredulous?". If they had travelled in the direction claimed, they would have been following a gully running into a creek which flowed towards Stanwell and would have been some distance from Ironstone Mountain. And why was Ned Morgan so keen on going prospecting on a bitterly cold and rainy Sunday afternoon just to put in time. There is no doubt that Sandy, with his knowledge of the mountain, took Ned to Ironstone Mountain. The Gordons (and others) later claimed that Sandy was cheated out of his rightful share of the mine.
While full credit goes to the Morgans for developing the mine, they do not deserve the credit of being the persons who actually discovered it. The man who discovered it was William Mackinlay. One can only surmise why William Mackinlay did not take steps to secure a valid claim or title to the mountain, knowing it was rich in gold. In those days a title to a mining tenement was not so easily obtained; for a gold-mining lease could only be taken up on a proclaimed goldfield, and Ironstone Mountain was not on such a field until 1883 when the Crocodile goldfield was extended to take in Ironstone Mountain. He could have pegged out a number of small claims, but this required some knowledge of mining regulations and maybe the services of a surveyor. He could have taken up a selection, as did John Gordon, but he probably did not have the necessary finance and he would have had to live on the property for a specified time to obtain the title. He was a stockman, not a mining or business man, and like many others, probably just hoped to sell his knowledge to anyone who could afford to pay for it.
One may also wonder why specimen of rock taken from the mountain-top created little or no interest at first amongst the mining men of the district. We are told that nobody was interested in specimens that Mackinlay had taken to Rockhampton and that Donald Gordon was told in Rockhampton that the fine yellow material in the rock was mundic (iron pyrites, sometimes called "fools" or "newchums" gold). The reason for this, no doubt, was due to physical properties of the gold in the rock. The gold in the ironstone outcrop was very fine and had a tarnished yellow colour which was probably due to a stain of iron oxide. In those days men did not have easy access to an Assay Office, but depended on their ability to recognise gold and were not familiar with fine gold in ironstone rocks. They also did not like to make fools of themselves by mistaking pyrite (mundic, fools or newchum gold) for gold.
In 1882 the three Morgan brothers (Fred, Tom, and Edwin "Ned"), together with three other Rockhampton businessmen, William Knox D'Arcy (solicitor), Thomas Skarratt Hall (bank manager), and William Pattison (grazier), formed a "syndicate" to mine and treat the orebody. They also purchased Glen Gordon from Donald Gordon, who had returned to the district. The Morgans said that all they wanted to purchase from Donald was 10 acres of the freehold in order to have right of way through Glen Gordon, but that Gordon begged them to purchase the lot. They finally bought Glen Gordon for one pound per acre. This syndicate lasted until 1886, when the Mount Morgan Gold Mining Company Limited (now referred to as "The Old Company") was formed.
In 1927, due to the low price of copper, rising costs, industrial trouble and fire in the heavily timbered underground workings, with subsequent flooding of the mine to control the fire, the Company went into voluntary liquidation.
In 1929, "Mount Morgan Limited" was formed and continued until 1968, when Peko Wallsend Limited made a takeover, and Mount Morgan Limited became a subsidiary of Peko Wallsend Limited. Mining and treatment of Mount Morgan ore continued until the closure of the mine in July 1981.
Mined for 99 years, Mount Morgan yielded a total of 225,000 kg of gold, 50,000 kg of silver and 360,000 tonnes of copper; Ironstone Mountain became a very large hole -- 1066 feet (325 metres) deep from the original mountain top.
The Flash Smelter continued to operate at full capacity until 1984, treating copper concentrates from Peko-Wallsend's "Warrego Mine" near Tennant Creek (N.T.) but the concentrates became no longer available and the smelter ceased operations at the end of June, 1984.
A Carbon-in-Pulp Cyanide plant commenced operations in September 1982 to recover gold and silver from accumulated mill tailings, which still contained a gram of gold per tonne, ceased production on 9 November, 1990. This plant produced a further 13979.293 kg of Gold and 4535.167 kg of Silver.
Source: Mount Morgan | Historic Township (www.mountmorgan.org.au)
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