Christmas Hills cenotaph

The Christmas Hills cenotaph was unveiled on 10 Dec 1921 by Captain Stanley Melbourne Bruce, who had served on the frontline at Gallipoli, and was to become Australia’s eighth Prime Minster (1923-29). The Eltham and Whittlesea Advertiser painted a vivid picture of the moving ceremony of dedication, and captured some of Bruce’s heartfelt speech, delivered […]

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For Henry

It was a still night; cold and dark.  From the distance, the orange glow of the fire barrels could be seen. Sparks shot up and danced as high as ten metres in the air.  The crowds gathered round, absorbing the radiant heat to keep out the chill.  A voice over the loudspeaker attracted attention.  The masses […]

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The Shire of Whittlesea: the Outbreak of War

According to the Municipal Directory of 1918, the Shire of Whittlesea comprised Arthur’s Creek, Bruce’s Creek, Bundoora, Doreen, Eden Park, Epping (population 625), Mernda,  South Yan Yean (700), Merriang, Morang (South, 725), Nutfield, Scrubby Creek, Tanck’s Corner, Thomastown (283), Whittlesea (800), Woollert, Woodstock (275) and Yan Yean.  All of the place names today remain with […]

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A Gift from Egypt

In 1917, a young soldier on leave took a day trip down Port Phillip Bay in the excursion steamer Reliance. On the return trip, while there was a “sing-song” around the piano, he was joined where he was sitting apart, by a young girl to whom he’d been introduced earlier, “and we talked.” Sam continued, […]

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Writing the War Exhibition

Throughout August 2016 Yarra Plenty Regional Library hosted the Writing the War travelling exhibition from State Library Victoria at Eltham Library.  The exhibition traces WWI through personal accounts from seven Australians.  Nurse, bank clerk, farmer, sports master, journalist, artist, and activist and included archived diaries, letters, artefacts and visual materials relating to World War One.  […]

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Adeline’s World War One Story

My grandmother’s ring was very large indeed, so big it hung loosely on my mother’s thumb when she wore it to the jewelers to have it resized. The jeweler was intrigued but didn’t ask questions. My grandmother told me the story in her tiny, crowded kitchen many, many years ago when I innocently asked her why her left ring finger was always bent […]

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