Maryborough

Maryborough is the place people drive through on the way to the tourist and retirement town of Hervey Bay; but there’s much more to it than that. Maryborough is one of Queensland’s most interesting towns.

The CBD contains a collection of wonderful historical buildings: hotels, banks, and the Customs House and Bond Stores that attest to the old colonial town’s importance as a port.

Looking up Wharf Street past the Courthouse Hotel

Maryborough’s engineering history, too, is fascinating: its metal casting, ship-building and vast railway workshops.

The old Engineers Arms Hotel, on the street leading to the railway workshops

Not much can be seen of all this now. Of the once huge Maryborough Flour Mill, which in 1892 is said to have been capable of producing 75 tonnes of flour a week, only the 1915 gateway arch survives.

The flour mill before demolition Photo: “Dominion Flour Mill, 20 March 2019”. Facebook.com/photo
Flour mill site today

Ship-building yards and foundries sit derelict.

Derelict foundry

Walkers Ltd Engineering, founded in Maryborough in 1867, was one of Queensland’s greatest and most dynamic companies. In its time it built trains and sugar mill machinery. It built barges, navy patrol boats and landing craft before the shipyard closed in 1974.

Minesweeper: “HMAS Maryborough under construction at Walkers Ltd, Maryborough, Qld” Photo: http://www.navy.gov.au

In 1873 the company also built what is claimed to be Queensland’s first locally manufactured locomotive, the tiny “Mary Ann”. If you’re in Maryborough on the first Sunday morning of the month you can see a replica of Mary Ann in action, buy a ticket from enthusiastic volunteers and take a ride behind her, puffing along the riverside and through the park.

The replica “Mary Ann” ready to take on passengers, 2023

In 1896 Walkers began building locomotives in earnest, over time constructing over 500 steam locomotives, 230 diesel and electric locomotives and many carriages. The company continued in engineering manufacture for well over 100 years.

The vast railway workshops near the CBD have in recent years been employed in servicing and refurbishing Brisbane’s suburban trains; even after 2022 when the Mary River flooded the town and the works.

Queensland’s regional cities are all built on rivers that flood. The Mary River is no exception, with its sources in the rain-filled hills of the Sunshine Coast hinterland, 290 kilometres to the south.

In January 2022, with a flood looming, the town built a temporary levee to protect the CBD. The levee failed when water came up the stormwater drains. Late in February, the river flooded again, and this time it worked, although many homes and businesses outside the levee were inundated with stinking water and mud.

Both sides of the flood levee, Maryborough, 2022 Photo: abc.net.au

The Mary River has flooded the town many times, most recently in 2011, 2012, 2013 and 2022. The Woolworths Supermarket on the edge of the CBD was flooded twice in early 2013, and after the 2022 floods the shop remained closed for ten months. Images of the 2022 flood can been seen on Flickr:

Flood levels Woolworths

Maryborough takes its history seriously, and not just as the birthplace of P.L. Travers, author of Mary Poppins; although even Walk/Don’t walk signs in the CBD show her famous creation.

Bronze Mary Poppins in central Maryborough

The citiy’s many museums and fine old buildings also attract visitors, and so do its war memorials.

Most spectacular is the $5 million Gallipoli to Armistice Memorial. Completed in 2018, it includes hardwood replica boats, filled with red flowers, drawn up along a supposed shoreline. A life-sized bronze statue walks ahead: Lieutenant Duncan Chapman, a Maryborough man named as the first Australian ashore at Gallipoli.

Start of the Gallipoli to Armistice Memorial

A garden walkway crosses the top of the park along Sussex Street, with sculptures, inscriptions and audios taken from the letters home of local servicemen.

Beyond this modern memorial is a massive granite column surmounted by a marble Winged Victory, erected in the 1920s to honour local men who served and died in World War One. It’s always sad to see these old “Great War” memorials, knowing that another terrible war was on its way. And many more after that.

In other parts of the world, spectacular memorials commemorate the courage and suffering of people defending their country against invaders, such as the famous London statue of Queen Boudica, who led an uprising against the conquering Romans. Her land was taken, the people enslaved. Boudica was flogged and her daughters were raped.

On Mount Zalongo in north-western Greece stands a massive monument of a row of dancing women. These were the women of Souli, who famously danced themselves and their children off the edge of a cliff to their death, rather than face capture and humiliation by invading Ottoman troops.

“The Monument of Zalongo” Photo: greece-is.com

Indigenous Australians have no tradition of monumental sculptures. There are few public memorials to their resistance to invasion and the loss of their country; but in Queens’s Park, Maryborough, is a depiction in bronze of bare footprints, scattered leaves and bullet-pierced wooden shields.

The message on the accompanying plaque begins with a greeting in the local Butchulla language, and continues with a plea for respect for all those who fought and died for their country.

“Butchullam bilam, midiru galangoor nyindjaa

Ngalmu galangood biral and biralgan bula nyin diali!

Wanya nyin yangu. wanai Djinang djaa

This memorial is dedicated to Butchulla men who died defending Butchulla Country. It remembers those who gave their lives in conflicts caused by colonisation of this country from 1788.

It serves not to attach blame or guilt, but to recognise what took place and honour those Aboriginal men who lost their lives.

Pause for a moment and picture what this area may have looked like when Butchulla ancestors occupied this land – a perfect location beside the Moonaboola (Mary River).

Until the bombing of Darwin in 1942, Aboriginal men were the only Australian men to give their lives defending their country on Australian soil.

As you stand here today, please reflect on the sacrifice of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander people in defending this Country. We don’t know all their names, or where or when they died, but we are certain Butchulla warriors put up a fight in defence of their beloved Country. Those who gave their lives will never be forgotten.” (Abridged.)

History records that many Butchulla people died in the Wide Bay Area and on K’gari Fraser Island, both defending their homeland and in the massacres that took place quite openly from the 1840s onwards.

From the 1860s, Maryborough was one of Australia’s busiest immigration ports, and wool sugar and gold were shipped out from its wharves. It was also an entry port for Pacific Islanders brought, in the evil practice known as “black-birding”, to cut cane: work considered too hard for white people. Once Federation came, with the White Australia Policy, most of the Islanders were deported.

Pacific Islanders Monument, outside the Customs House, Maryborough

The early wealth of Maryborough shows in its many spectacular old houses. Some of them still show a detail that I’ve only seen here: the front of a timber house is painted, plus a metre or so along the sides, and the rest is left brown – oiled or treated another way. Evidently paint was an expensive commodity when they were built.

Just a couple of Maryborough’s fine old houses

According to the Australian Bureau of Statistics, manufacturing jobs in Maryborough have fallen in recent years, while the greatest increase in employment is in the service industries: health care and social assistance, retail jobs and education.

However, the Qld government has announced an initiative that it is claimed will bring 800 full-time manufacturing and other jobs to the region. Once again, Maryborough will be building trains. A massive investment of funds will see 65 six-carriage trains built in a new factory being constructed at Torbanlea, 25 kilometres northwest of town.

“Torbanlea train manufacturing facility” Photo: TRM Projects

It’s good to acknowledge history, but when it comes down to it, what any town needs most is jobs.

I need to go back to Maryborough, and soon, because I forgot to go to the toilet. The Cistern Chapel, that is. The fabulously decorated public toilets attached to the Town Hall. Can’t miss that.

Photos: mustdobrisbane.com

Gympie

gympie gazebo
Gympie park. queensland.com

Big Ben, Eiffel Tower, Tower Bridge, the Great Pyramid of Giza: between Nambour and Gympie, nestled in a wide bend of the road and standing out of the long grass, there was once a group of these metre-high “Famous Sights”. As we passed on the highway I would look out for them, huddled there incongruously in the paddock.

Someone’s hopes and energies went into casting the concrete, welding the steel, painting the details. Like other would-be tourist attractions along the highways – a life-sized dinosaur at Palmwoods, concrete teepees near Slacks Creek, a Big Pineapple beside a Gympie service station – the Famous Sights are long gone now.

Instead of winding up and over the way it used to, with traffic backed up behind slow caravans and farm trucks on the steep curves and blind corners, the modern highway to Gympie cuts through these beautiful, productive green hills north of Nambour, typical of southern Queensland’s coastal hinterland.

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“Nambour Country”, John Rigby Caboolture Art Gallery

The Famous Sights are bypassed; or maybe the new motorway was built over the top of them. Perhaps a bulldozer crushed them under its tracks – an apocalyptic sight worthy of a movie.

 

“It’s easier to get to Gympie these days,” Con says. “Not like when we came in the Galloping Ghost.”

In the late 1960s, when we were engaged, Con and I drove to Gympie for a weekend Apex Conference at which he was to make a speech. We went in Con’s car, the Galloping Ghost, a 1956 Austen A90, the first car he’d ever owned.

We’d arranged to stay with Con’s elderly Uncle Jack. Jack ushered me to his sister’s bedroom, where I was to sleep. Holy pictures adorned the walls and the old-fashioned dresser.

After the Saturday evening event, it seemed tame to just go back to Uncle Jack’s place.

“Let’s go down to Rainbow Beach,” said Con. “It’s only an hour’s drive.”

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Rainbow Beach. Surf Club towards the bottom left. gympie.qld.com.au

We parked in the dark near the surf club, looking out over the sea, and went for a walk on the beach in the moonlight. There was some cuddling, then Con started the Ghost to drive back to Gympie.

That’s when we discovered that we had parked in sand, blown up into the club’s carpark. We were bogged to the axles, with no way of extricating ourselves. We spent the night in the car, and at daybreak Con, still wearing his suit, pounded on the door of the surf club. Two sleepy lifesavers came out, grumbling, and pushed us out of the sand.

Uncle Jack looked at us with silent disapproval when we sheepishly got back to his place, still in our party clothes.

Gympie, with its history and its heritage buildings, reminds me of other gold-mining towns I’ve visited. Although not as grand as Ballarat and Bendigo, it has charm; and it is promoted as “the town that saved Queensland”. Until gold was discovered here in 1867, Queensland, with its long distances, small population and agricultural economy, was broke. Gympie gold made all the difference. Railways were built to open up the inland, and impressive government offices arose in Brisbane, including the massive Treasury Building, now the Treasury Casino.

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At the Gympie Gold Mining and Historical Museum

People who live and work in modern Gympie don’t have it easy. Unemployment rates are high, and every summer, it seems, the Mary River floods the lower parts of town, and business people have to hose mud out of their premises.

A few years ago, we revisited Gympie to go to the races. The O’Brien Cup, in fact. There are lots of Irish in Gympie. Irish communities everywhere, even fifth and sixth generation Australians like these, love horseracing, and they love to celebrate their Irish background.

gympie irish craic

The night before the races we drove two hours from Brisbane after work, checked into a motel, and then wondered where to go for dinner. That’s a common issue for travellers in country towns. And there is a common solution.

“The R.S.L. Club has a Courtesy Bus,” said the motel manager. “I’ll give them a ring. What time would you like to be picked up?”

Locals know where to find good places to eat, but clubs are easier for a tired newcomer, with guaranteed cheap food and cold drinks, and no need to book ahead; and these days it’s not just Fisherman’s Basket or Roast of the Day, eaten to the sound of the pokies.

And there’s always a Courtesy Bus.

That evening in Gympie, the R.S.L. bus picked us up from the motel and delivered us soberly to the Club, in Mary Street, with its old pub buildings and Federation-era facades. An elegant 1880s building has on one corner of its roof the figure of a kangaroo holding the Australian coat of arms, and on the other, an emu.

gympie kangaroo building
Gympie buildings. flickr.com

 

We had a typical club dinner and listened to a duo playing old songs, then went out to catch the bus home.

This ride was more interesting. Everyone was cheerful and relaxed, and there was singing, laughter and craic all through the dark suburbs of Gympie, people dropped off at their front doors, yells of “Ta mate!” as they left the bus. Irish all the way.

As a young man, Con’s father came to Gympie in the 1920s, cutting timber. An old photo shows him grinning at the camera, arms folded, sitting on an upturned packing crate on a railway station platform. In the background logs are stacked ready for the mill, and beyond is the scrub.

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Old Con at Amamoor Station, 1920s

He and his two friends are wearing work boots, long pants and braces, crisp white shirts with the sleeves rolled up, their hair slicked down. They’re probably waiting for the train to town – to Gympie. The sign on the station building says “Amamoor”.

Nowadays Amamoor, twenty kilometres south of Gympie, is famous as the home of the Gympie Music Muster, one of Australia’s biggest Country Music festivals, held on the banks of Amamoor Creek, surrounded by the hills that produced the timber that Con’s dad helped to fell.

Gympie Music Muster 2018 Drone.
Drone footage of the Gympie Music Muster. gympietimes.com.au

A couple of years ago we turned off the Bruce Highway to search for the site of the photo. The tall timbers have disappeared; but the small station building seems unchanged after nearly a century, and the sign still says “Amamoor”.

For many of us travelling up the Bruce, Gympie is just a place to get through with the minimum of hold-up, and usually all we see is the busy highway. But like every town along the way, there’s more to it than service stations and speed zones.

If you should drive down to Rainbow Beach in the dark, though, be careful where you park.

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