I see this Eucalyptus Tree every day from my front deck, and never grow tired at looking at it. I’m very grateful that we have such beauty at our front door – literally!
What amazes me is how the same tree can seem so different each time I see it
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This is the only remaing parcel of virgin rainforest in the Pine Rivers district. It’s never been cleared, and apart from a few noxious weeds like Lantana and Umbrella Trees, it’s pretty much the same as it was before Europeans arrived 200 years ago. Ironically it’s in the middle of a gravel quarry. The ground around it has been excavated to such an extent that it’s almost an island. Before Europan settlement, all the land around our neighborhood along the river looked like this. I half expected early 19th century elder, Dalaipi, to peer out at me from behind the trees. Environmental reports suggest that the salinity of the soil is increasing due to the surrounding excavation, so its lifetime is limited. I just wanted to capture a glimpse of pre-colonial Australia before it disappears. And to touch it. Here’s an excerpt from the Australian Heritage Database about Bell’s Scrub:
It’s all that remains of a vineyard that Nikolaus and Christina Ebert planted on this spot in the 1860’s His house was about 100 metres north of these vines, on what is now Ebert Parade. Nikolaus, Christina and other members of the family are buried just up the road in Lawnton Cemetery alongside some of the other pioneers of the area. The vineyards were ripped up before the railway line to Petrie and Gympie was laid. This vine re-grew and is a beautiful example of how the echoes from a bygone era may still be heard today.
There were three airfields in the Pine Rivers area during World War 2. Most people are aware of the “Spitfire Avenue” Airstrip, also known as the A2 Strip in Strathpine. It was paved, and used heavily. But not many people are aware of the A1 grass Strip which was built in the vicinity of Lawnton Pocket and Bells Pocket Roads. It wasn’t paved, and was built as an emergency strip at an angle of about 60 degrees to the A2 strip. When planes were unable to land on the A2 strip due to wind, they could use the A1 strip. Nothing much of it remains today. You can’t see any sign of it, except for the memorial erected by the council in 1995. But the land is pretty flat! There’s also a third strip south of here in Brendale. The A3 strip. One of these days I’ll ride down there and photograph it too! In the meantime, I won’t have to try too hard to imagine the drone of Spitfires flying over my house. UPDATE: I’ve just discovered Peter Dunn’s excellent Australia @ War site. He records that in 1942 2nd Lieutenant Maxwell J Jones (0429769) was tragically killed when his P-400 aicraft struck a tree while landing at the A1 airfield. Peter writes that the airfield was dangerous due to the fact that it was surrounded by large trees, and pilots often had to fly in an “S” shaped path on approach to the airfield in order to keep it in view – something that was very dangerous at low speed and low altitude.
They were part of a grove planted by “The Acclimatisation Society” in the 1930’s – an organisation created to investigate how best to use the land in this area. They’re almost 80 years old, and I was curious about them because we live not far from here, on land that was also part of the Acclimatisation Society, and we have a Pecan Nut tree too. But ours is nowhere near as well grown as these majestic specimens. So the best that I can hope for is that our Pecan is the “son” of a historical nut tree! Who knows? Maybe it sprouted from a nut dropped by one of the originals. Thanks, Leith, for patiently answering so many of my questions about our local history! A couple of our boys went to school at Pine Rivers High School in Strathpine. The high school and surrounding houses are built on what used to be an RAAF air field, used in World War 2. In fact many of the streets in that area are named after WW2 planes – Spitfire Avenue, Lancaster Street, Wirraway Street, etc. And Spitfire Avenue is built on the actual runway of the old airfield. Every time I drive down that street I imagine young pilots revving up the engines on their Spitfires, tearing down the runway, and up into the sky above where I live. In 1944, a couple of Spitfires collided mid-air over what is now the North Pine Country Markets. These photos show a memorial to Bill Wright and Alan Chandler who died in the collision. I don’t know how old they were, but I’m guessing they weren’t much older than a couple of our own boys today. I ride past the monument some mornings, and thought I’d pay my respects today. Who knows, perhaps in some other universe, young Bill and Alan are still flying their Spitfires and enjoying the view? Regardless, these young men deserve to be remebered.    It’s time for toy voyager Sheldon to leave us and continue he journey overseas. So the kids and I took him for a ride down to the North Pine rover this morning to say “good bye”. It’s been great being able to take Sheldon on some of our adventures over the last 9 months, and we hope his new hosts get as much joy from him as we did. See ya, Sheldon!
“Sure, Lilly. What sort do you want?” “One of those cool bikes like what Harrison has with gears?” “Yeah, why not!” Lilly did really well today on her pint-sized bike as we went up and down the hills near our house and checked out some olf the local parks near the river, including the “secret” park. “Hey Lilly, I think it’s good this park is secret, don’t you?” “Yeah, so that means the bogans won’t find it”. I think “bogans” are on the lowest rung of the social ladder in our kids minds. Thanks for a great lunchtime bike-ride, Lilly!   Steve G and Harrison out exploring with me this morning. We found some really quiet trails and ended up doing a leisurely 25km. Thanks for being patient and going slower than normal for this old warhorse, Steve! That’s Yebri Creek in the photos. It’s about a kilometer upstream of where John Oxley came ashore in 1823 with shipwrecked convict John Finnegan (who mistakenly thought it was the Brisbane River). It’s at this creek in 1824 that some convicts from the new settlement at Humpybong on the Redcliffe Peninsula came for timber. They encountered some Aborigines, one of whom tried to take an axe from one of the timbergetters. Tragically, the Aborigine was shot and killed in return – a single act of violence which tarnished the relationship between Aborigines and Eurpoeans for decades. Forty-five years later in the 1860’s, Tom Petrie, a local pioneer and friend of the local North Pine Aboriginal clan, built a stockyard here. |
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