Walrus Pub & Beer Hall

Not adding anything to “I Am”

Or so they say!

I Lose My Mind

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Sorry to anyone who favorited this earlier, I had to re-upload because there was a massive mistake I hadn't noticed before!!

This was inspired by Rosie Hardy, particularly her work on Maroon 5's album cover for Hands All Over!! I'm happy with how it turned out for my first attempt!

Happy Valentine's Day (to all those of you who actually celebrate it!! :P) I got roped into working :(

Listened to "Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears the ENTIRE time I was shooting & editing this one!

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Metra 90, the Chicago and North Western heritage unit, and Metra 157 shove Union Pacific west line train 508 out of their stop at Elmhurst, Illinois on January 11, 2025.

Processed with VSCOcam with c1 preset

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

When the sun shines deep into the lens, the spectrum of the optics' imperfections becomes visible. Deliberately captured near Bruinisse, Netherlands.

Created with Nokia Refocus

The Legend of the Hellcat of Hollow Manor

On nights when the lanterns gutter and the wind tastes of ash, villagers whisper of Veyrnos — the Chained Hellcat.

They say he was once bound beneath Hollow Manor, shackled in cursed iron to keep his fury buried. But every Halloween, when the veil thins and the dead walk, his chains rattle loose. His molten eyes pierce the dark, his roar splits the air, and those who hear it know: their souls are already claimed.

No door can keep him out. No prayer can keep him away. The only warning is the clatter of broken chains in the mist — and then, silence.

*“When the chains break,” the elders warn, “the night itself burns.”

"Clatter chains, stay away,

Hellcat prowls, do not stray.

Eyes of fire, fangs that bite,

Lock our souls, protect this night."

🔹 Done in AI

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🔹 Finalized in Photoshop Camera Raw

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Vampire Rupert Reed is harboring a crush on ghost Daphne Joanna Vondergeist. DJ is most commonly found sleeping on top of Rupert's locker (amongst other lockers). Rupert thinks she's incredibly cute when she's napping. He doesn't mean to but he always accidentally scares her when he's trying to get his books out of his locker.

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Oh, when do the real celebrations begin?

Flickr Lounge - Weekly Theme (Week 51) ~ Celebration ....

Thanks to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.

My father took groups of children and teenagers to the mountains in the 1950s and 1960s, into the early 1970s. This photo from 1963 shows a high school student named Dave, a friend who was about 3 years older than me, enjoying the view of a place in the Golden Trout Wilderness. Dave had started with my dad's clubs in grade school and grew up through leadership of other boys and teens, until he married and moved to Oregon.

Dave remained an influential and hard working family man, faithful in his church, who kept his love for wilderness and taught it to his children. This past September 30, he succumbed to Covid-19 in the hospital at age 74. His daughter and son were frustrated with nurses and doctors who refused to administer therapeutics or let them visit him as he was struggling for breath. The staff refused any treatment than the standard protocol, which turned out to be heartless and ineffective. Dave's story is one of many.

I am one of numerous friends of Dave with fond memories of all the fun we had in the youth clubs and especially on the backpacking trips. We regret his life had to end this way. Enjoy this glimpse of Dave when life was good.

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Backdrop - Cebo "The Apartment"

Taxi:

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Oufit - 28LA. Knotted Shirt & Ruffled Pants @ The Galleria

Taxi:

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Blab! Show 2009 Copro Nason Gallery Santa Monica, Ca

Oil & Acrylic on Wood Panel

24" x 24"

You just have to go out and enjoy it :)

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Our living room, awaiting the arrival of friends and family. If any of my Flickr friends are ever in Sonora, let me know. I'd love to see you.

There used to be several more stockings on the mantle, but the kids have taken them with them as they've moved on.

Can you find the ornament posted yesterday on the tree? (Hint: Check the note.)

When one hobby is not enough ... Building a classic 1937 design - the Standard Buccaneer from Ben Buckle Vintage Kits.

Camera: Pentax 645N II

Lens: smc Pentax-A 645 120mm F:4.0 macro

Exposure: 1" @ F/11

Film: Ilford FP4+ hand dev. in Kodak XTOL 1+1

'When I am an old woman I shall wear purple..........'

Walking along Chichester main street a lady appeared from out of the blue and asked me if I knew where the library was. Such a stylish lady with a lovely twinkle in her eyes so I was quick to talk to her about my strangers series and she was happy to be photographed. I even asked if she'd move over to where there was a clear background. Meet Patricia.

Patricia had the most beautiful irish accent (my father was irish) and when I asked where she was born she told me Dublin in the year of the Golden Anniversary of Pope Pius Xll. I've looked that up on Wikipedia and I can only assume she was born on the 50th anniversary of his birth on 2nd March 1876, which would make her 89.

I asked her what brought her to Chichester and she told me her lovely husband had died of a brain tumour 2 years ago and she had come to Chichester to be nearer her daughter and grandchildren. She went on to tell me she met her husband in the Royal Air Force and what a tall (6'2") and handsome man he was. It was strange but as she talked about him I could hear the love in her voice and see the love in her eyes.

Later when I was downloading my images and looked at Patricia I saw she was dressed entirely in purple except for two red flowers in her hat. She even had a purple shopping trolley. I should have noticed at the time and asked her if she was part of the group of women who wear purple to show they are growing old disgracefully. This is all connected to a poem by Jenny Joseph called: When I am an old woman I shall wear purple. You can hear her reading it on: www.laterbloomer.com/jenny-joseph/

Check out the rest of the stranger portraits in my project at Chris's 100 Strangers Project:

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And find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page: www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/

Act like the Romans, and when in Kotzebue act like the Inupiaqs. And so this past weekend Paula and I took a basket weaving class at the Northwest Arctic Heritage Center in Kotzebue. This is the start of my first ever basket. It is made from grass collected down at the waterfront and woven together with either grass or thread treated with bees wax. I have just finished the base, and am now headed up the sides. It's really very fun and quite easy.

When You Hold My Hand So Tight,

I might loose all my fright.

Non-verbal words that we speak,

Walking to the ocean to take a peek.

In that instant we both forget,

The virus I've beget.

The fear of death is no longer a threat,

For I know Jesus has died, and paid my debt!

I meet this young boy who has AIDS, no fault of his own. He lives at an AIDS orphanage we visited in Haiti. That afternoon we were not able to communicate with words, but even still we spoke. Through our smiles, laughs, and little giggles. Walking on the edge of the surf like the seagulls, trying not to let the waves hit us as we walk. Giving chase to the little crabs running across the sand. Speaking even through each little squeeze of our hands.

With tears, I am at a loss for words.

Tec. notes...

As we walked back had my 50mm 1.8 on I was trying to get a good shot at 1.8 and I think the DOF is crazy with my finger nails and his, love how it turned out. A little photoshop, b/c it was quite bright out (to darken surrounding areas).

An old shot I never really liked, but it has grown on me.

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We have been having some cool cloud coverage here in the Springs. This was from last week. When it all cleared out, we had a little snow up on the peak

Hill End is a former gold mining town in New South Wales, Australia. The town is located in the Bathurst Regional Council local Government area New South Wales, Australia. The town is located in the Bathurst Regional Council local Government area..

Hill End owes its existence to the New South Wales gold rush of the 1850s, and at its peak in the early 1870s it had a population estimated at 8,000 served by two newspapers, five banks, eight churches, and twenty-eight pubs..

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The town's decline when the gold gave out was dramatic: by 1945 the population was 700. At the 2006 census, Hill End had a population of 166 people. The photographer Beaufoy Merlin recorded daily life in the town at its peak; his photographs can be found in the town museum/visitor information centre. The glass plate negatives are held in the State Library of New South Wales..

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In October 1862 the Telegraph line reached Hill End (Tambaroora) from Bathurst via Sofala, the Telegraph Office opened for telegraph messages bringing the remote town into instant contact with the rest of the Colony. Prior to this event communications took 12 hours by the mail Stagecoach to Bathurst..

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After delays due to lack of materials a telephone line was installed into Hill End in 1914, after 60 years of Morse code telegraph messages Hill End could now speak to adjacent towns and even Sydney if necessary..

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In 1923 a telephone exchange was installed at the Hill End Post Office, before this calls could only be made from the Post Office to other towns. The exchange allowed new telephones installed in businesses and private homes to connect locally and to other towns.

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In the late 1940s Hill End was discovered by artists Russell Drysdale—who painted possibly his best-known work, The cricketers here—and Donald Friend, and quickly became an artists' colony. Other artists who worked there included Jean Bellette. Today, the Hill End artist-in-residence program aims to ensure the continuity of this connection..

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Hill End is classified as a historical site by the National Parks and Wildlife Service (NPWS), however it is still home to a handful of residents operating the local pub, general store, cake store and antique store. The National Parks and Wildlife Service runs a museum just off the main road which contains many original photos and items of equipment from the busy days of the gold rush. A more extensive museum, the privately owned History Hill, is located a few kilometers from the town on the Bathurst Road..

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NPWS has installed signs around the town to give visitors an idea of what was once in place on the now empty lots of land. Currently only a handful of buildings remain in their original form. However most of those buildings still serve the purpose they did back during the gold rush. Access to the town's lookouts is via gravel roads. A walking track in the town leads to a mine and other ruins..

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The most popular tourist activity in Hill End is gold panning, with some of the older members of the community running gold panning tours in the same fossicking areas that yielded the gold which brought on the gold rush. Metal detectors or gold panning are not allowed within the historic site, however there is a fossicking area just past the cemetery, off the Mudgee Road.

“Let a joy keep you. Reach out your hands and take it when it runs by.”- Carl Sandburg

Children on top of chariot(Kalpathi Ratholsavam)

Kalpathi (Kalpathy) Ratholsavam (Kalpathi Chariot Festival) is an annual Hindu Temple festival in the Kalpathi village of Palakkad district in Kerala state, south India. The festival is at the Sri Visalakshi Sametha Sri Viswanatha Swamy temple where the deities are Lord Siva (Lord Viswanatha) and his consort Visalakshi, another name for Parvati.

The annual ten day chariot festival conducted here during the month of November is one of the most remarkable festivals of Kerala. Vedic recitals and cultural programmes are held in the temple during the first four days of the festival. This is believed to be over 700 years old. On the last three days, thousands of devotees gather together to draw decorated temple chariots through the streets.

The ancient temple nestles by the banks of the Kalpathy river which is also known as the Nila river. The temple dates back to 1425. The similarities to the famous Varanasi Kashi Vishwanath temple on the banks of the Ganges in North India gives this temple the moniker: kasiyil pakuthi kalpathy-- Kalpathy is half Kashi. Kalpathi (Kalpathy), as the village or agraharam in which the temple is situated is known, is an early Tamil Brahmin settlement.

hi Guys

MY THEME FOR THIS WEEK IS: "Karama's A Bitch...And Death Is Her Sister."

Requirements:

~Full body shot

~Fierce and fashionable outfits

~Death must be easy to see

~Try not to make this a bloodbath.

~A small story of what happened in the photo will be appreciated!

~Tag me in photos please

**YOU CANNOT USE STRANGLED AS A DEATH. I'M USING IT AS AN EXAMPLE. BUT YOU CANNOT USE STRANGLED.**

Hi I'm Sweetie Reginia and this is my story.

It all started when as the new neighbor moved in next to us.

I went to him! welcome to bring a gift and I said

"I'm Sweetie Reginia their neighbor and that is a welcome gift!" he is delighted with the gift!

BUT THEN ONE DAY IT IS HAPPENING! HE CAME TO ME AND SAYS HAVE LUS come along? I invite you to a coffee

I said yes right!

he took me as we drove to the car, I told him we are driving in the wrong direction!

HE SAYS I KILL YOU TONIGHT!!

I thought it would be a joke but he was serious!

I wanted to get out but he hit me on the head! I AM powerless

then were there he was! in a warehouse, where he has continued dismembered and murdered people!

HE HAS STABBED ME AND ME WILL carve up! HE HOLDS AN AXE IN HAND

I SCREAM HELPPPPPP! !! but no one can hear me!

the last thing I said was "NOOO! WHY!!"

END <3

i hope you like it!!!

deadline : AUGUST 31

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xoxo Sweetie-Reginia

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randomness again

...taken at the Singelgracht...

Amsterdam, Netherlands...

When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,

Then of thy beauty do I question make,

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence

Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnet XII

When I wasn't in the kitchen cooking, I was chasing my 1-year old granddaughter with the camera. The best photo ops happened when we could get her to sit for a second on the little wooden bench seat. Otherwise, she was on the run!

Today's day has brought much needed rain so it was time to sort out wardrobe.

When the battle's lost and won.— MacBeth

sad thing is, andrew came here today.

but i wasn't able to go see him :(

i was pretty set on having a jacks mannequin song as my little theme

that tree really wasn't that high haha

this was more difficult than it looks :/

(And today was a day just like any other)

I'm on the verge, I'm on the verge

Unraveling with every word

With every word you say, make me believe

That I won't feel your tires on the street

As I'm finding the words... you're getting away

I'm ready so don't call, oh... oh... oh...

I'm Ready - Jacks Mannequin

Brief History of Maryborough.

This fertile area of Queensland was the fifth area to be settled when it was still part of NSW. The first settlement in QLD was at Redcliffe (and later Moreton Bay) as a convict colony in 1824. This was followed by white settlement at Ipswich in 1842 and further inland in the mountains at Warwick in 1847. The NSW government sent explorers to the Mary River area in 1842 which was when the river was named. Then in 1847 inland from the Mary River a town was surveyed but not gazetted until 1849. It was Gayndah which now claims to be the oldest town in QLD. The establishment of Gayndah is remarkable given transport difficulties. Near the coast Maryborough was the site of a wharf for pastoralists in 1847 and later a small town was created in 1850 making Maryborough the fifth settlement in what is now QLD. The first land sales at Maryborough were in 1852 although a general store had opened before this time on leased land in 1848. The new town of Maryborough was sited on the Mary River which rises near the Glasshouse Mountains inland from the Sunshine Coast. It generally flows northwards to enter the sea a few miles downstream from the town of Maryborough. The Mary River was named after Lady Mary Lennox the wife of the Governor of NSW Charles Fitzroy. The little town struggled to establish itself but once QLD got independence from NSW in 1859 Maryborough began to grow more quickly as free white settlers spread around the new colony. The delays in growth were partly caused by local Aboriginal resistance to the white pastoralists. Between 1847 and 1853 twenty eight white settlers were killed by Aboriginal people. A white massacre of around 100 Aboriginal people in the early 1850s brought some calm to the area and broke the resistance of the Gubbi Gubbi people. The Gubbi Gubbi people were called the Gin Gins by white settlers hence the name for that town north of Maryborough. Like so many Australian towns Maryborough’s growth was fuelled by mining discoveries. Maryborough was declared an official QLD port in 1859 and the first ship load of immigrants disembarked directly at Maryborough in 1860. Most were female and instead of obtaining work as servants immediately accepted offers of marriage from the men of the district. Maryborough became a municipality in 1861. It soon had a Customs House, a Courthouse and School of Arts but it really grew with the discovery of gold inland at Gympie. Maryborough served as the pot for goods going to and from Gympie from 1867 onwards. The QLD Land Acts of 1867 also opened up the pastoral leasehold lands to farmers for the first time. The main crops grown were maize and sugar. At about the same time as the Gympie gold rush Maryborough got its first sugar mill, a timber mill and John Walker of Ballarat opened a foundry and engineering works to produce mining equipment just as he had done previously in Ballarat. The port expanded and the town grew. A new Post Office (1869), hotels and general stores opened to cater for the miners and the townspeople. By 1871 Maryborough had 3,500 residents with its own newspaper’s, churches and schools. The wider district population was 9,000 people. By 1876 the population had swelled to 5,700 people. The first railway opened in Maryborough in 1881 when a line connected the port with Gympie gold fields.

Maryborough South Sea Islander Hospital. The Kanaka indentured labour system was introduced to QLD in 1863. The Polynesian Hawaiians called themselves kanakas. This was the term used in the 19th century to cover the South Sea Islander indentured labourers. Most who came to the Maryborough region (and Bundaberg too) were from the Solomon Islands and the New Hebrides (now Vanuatu). Some Islanders were also taken as indentured labourers to Chile, to Canada, to California and to Fiji. The arrival of the first indentured islanders coincided with the beginnings of

the sugar industry in the Maryborough region. Sugar is a very intense labour crop and in the USA, the Caribbean and

South America African slaves were used for such work until the mid-19th century. The Americans had their tragic Civil War to end slavery there. British colonies were not allowed to have slaves by the 1830s century including all of the Australia colonies. African slaves were gradually freed in the Caribbean and elsewhere in the mid-19th century. South America had its slaves all freed by the 1870s. Although descendants of the South Sea Islanders like to refer to themselves as the Sugar Slaves this term would be highly offensive to all descendants of African slaves of the Americas and Caribbean. Indentured labour was a common labour system in the 19th century and continued into the 20th century. In Australia the Commonwealth government ran a similar indentured labour scheme for young British men who wanted to be farm labourers. They served a three year term, with no pay until they had completed their indenture, and they needed government permission to buy work boots or any other item. In SA this scheme was known as the Barwell Boys (Barwell was the SA premier at the time) scheme but it operated in WA and other states too. This indentured labour system ended in 1925.

So when the indentured South Sea Islander trade was established in Queensland in 1863 the first labourers were covered by the 1861 Masters and Servants Acts. (All colonies – and later states- had such acts which controlled labour relations right through to the 1980 and 1990s when anti-discrimination and equal opportunity acts watered them down.) Queensland acted quickly after 1863 and introduced the Polynesian Labourers Act in 1868. Amongst the many clauses of the act was the establishment of inspectors of conditions on plantations where South Sea Islanders were indentured. They weighed food rations, inspected housing and clothing. The act was also designed to protect the Islanders’ basic rights and to stop the “kidnapping” of Islanders. All ships captains had to ensure that there was no coercion and that the Islander’s recruitment was consistent with the QLD Polynesian Labourers Act. Although white settlers and Islanders died of fevers and tropical diseases frequently in the Maryborough area it had one of four Islander Hospitals erected by the QLD government in the early 1880s to help alleviate disease and death among the Islander populations in QLD. The first inspector for the health conditions of the Islanders began work in Maryborough in 1875.Their complaints about the conditions under which Islanders lived led to the opening of the 50 bed Maryborough Pacific Islander Hospital and doctor’s residence. Islanders had a higher death rate from disease than whites and extra health care was needed. Thus the Maryborough Hospital opened in 1883 to improve health conditions but it closed just five years later. Like other Islander hospitals it was funded from the wages due to dead Islanders. These wages were diverted to state government coffers. Attached to the hospital was an Islander cemetery which was formally established in 1891 but was used for interments whilst the hospital existed. A total of 363 Islander patients died at the hospital and were presumably all buried in the cemetery. The Maryborough Pacific Islander Hospital buildings were removed in 1892 and some equipment moved to the Maryborough Hospital which established a separate Kanaka ward. The site of the Pacific Island Hospital and cemetery was left vacant until sold off as vacant land in 1911. A controversy arose a couple of years when the Maryborough Council was considering allowing building on the former site. Action were than taken to have the site declared a heritage area. The outcome for this has not yet been decided. If building approval were to happen one can only hope that a suitable memorial and monument is placed there to remind everyone of Maryborough’s role in the South Sea Islander traffic. The site is near Tinana 5 kms west of Maryborough.

The first South Sea Islander labourers arrived at the port of Maryborough in 1867 on the schooner Mary Smith. All were male and found employed straight away with the Maryborough Sugar Company. They were paid £6 per year (paid at the end for the three year contract) compared with a white labourers who would have received up to £30 a year. The Islanders also were fed and housed which the white labourers were not. The Maryborough Sugar Company also paid for the voyage to and from the South Sea Islands. When the Mary borough Pacific Islander Hospital closed in 1888 it was partially because the number for South Sea Islanders was declining in the district. Numbers continued to fall in the 1890s as sugar profits declined. Then all South Sea Islanders were covered by the “White Australia Acts” of the new Federal Government in 1901. At that time the Islander population in Queensland was at its peak with around 9,000 Islanders. Commonwealth legislation banned recruitment from 1904 and started deportation in 1906. By 1908 7,000 Islanders had been deported and about 2,000 were allowed to stay on in Australia because of marriage or health or other issues. Over the life time of the South Sea Islander trade around 60,000 Islanders had been brought into Queensland and of those about a quarter were employed in the Maryborough district.

The Port of Maryborough.

The town actually began with a wharf as once prospective settlers learned that the River Mary was navigable white pastoralist and cotton and maize farmers moved into the district upstream from around 1848. Then in 1859 as the colony of Queensland was created from New South Wales a new international port was created at Maryborough. The town had moved from West Maryborough to the present site. Consequently the first Customs House was erected in 1861. In 1860 the first vessels arrived at the port of Maryborough direct from Europe with a load of immigrants. In 1869 nearly 7,000 immigrants had landed in Maryborough and by 1878 nearly 16,000 had landed here. In fact between 1860 and 1900 around 22,000 immigrants arrived directly in Maryborough from England and Europe. Maryborough also had a coastal steamer service to Brisbane and Rockhampton. From 1867 it also handled all the goods going into and the gold coming out of the goldfields at Gympie. In the last quarter of the 19th century the port of Maryborough handled saw timber, sugar, wool, meat, gold, maize, etc. Before the end of the 19th century when river ports like Maryborough were about to be forgotten because they could not handle larger steamers its imports and exports were roughly in balance in terms of value. The most valuable exports were: gold, silver, copper, fruit, hides and skins, sugar and wool. Of these the most valuable were sugar £50,000, raw and refined, followed by silver/lead £33,000, gold/silver £9,000 and skin/hides £8,000.

Among the early immigrants were shiploads of German settlers from 1860. As the numbers grew the first Lutheran pastor arrived in 1864 followed by a second in 1867. These and later pastors came from Germany or Denmark, mainly the Schleswig district, which was occupied by Germany from 1864 after it defeated the Danes. Between 1860 and 1891 around 180,000 immigrants arrived in Queensland with an assisted government passage and some rights to lease land. Around 16,000 were non British mainly Germans, Danes, Norwegians and Swedes. Other Australian colonies only gave assisted passages to British immigrants except for Tasmania and Queensland. Most of the non-British immigrants were German but the QLD government’s agent I Germany also recruited Scandinavians, Swiss etc. Queensland became the colony with the greatest number of Danes and it had almost as many Norwegians and Swedes as NSW. Some of these non-British immigrant’s landed in Maryborough with the first ship load arriving in March 1871 on the Reichstag from Hamburg. The Scandinavians especially settled at Tiaro and Tinana near Maryborough, around Bundaberg, Pialba at Hervey Bay and in other places like Kingaroy where Sir Jo Bjelke-Petersen lived. The town of Eidsvold, near Gayndah is a Norwegian name and it was established by the Archer brothers from Larvik in Norway. As most of the Scandinavians were Lutheran (but some were Catholic), Danish, Norwegian and Swedish names are often linked to the Lutheran churches of the Maryborough district. Some Scandinavian names (mainly Danish) of Maryborough early settlers include the Jocumsen, Claussen,Madsen, Kehlet, Weinberg, Okeden, Boge, Möller, etc. Many Danish and other Scandinavian names can also be found in the Polson cemetery at Pialba Hervey Bay such as Christensen, Hansen, Mortensen, Nielsen, Petersen, Thomsen etc.

When times were good..

When frozen glacier lakes begin to thaw, they make the perfect racetrack for kayaks 🏁 British Columbia