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Running your fitness business from home
This is Claire and her business is Westside Workouts with Claire and she has a group of local clients that rely on her for our fitness. We went from the hall to the park, but as restrictions increased we had to stop. So we encouraged her to send us videos so that we could support her business and stay fit. Here is Claire in her backyard with her dog Belle and baby are close by. Soon we will be back in her classes again in person, but for now this is how we all do it.
Afternoon Tea Party
An afternoon tea party at Oodnadatta: l-r: ? Mrs.F.Jones; N.Brown, A.Giles; E.Roper; D.Simpson, D.Brown, V.Marousen, M.Roper, Toby Jones. According to the researcher M. Miller, this photo was taken at a fundraising event organised by the little girls in the photo. The event was on 26 October 1914, and it raised money for the "Patriotic Fund", that is, to support the war effort. The event was reported in the Adelaide Advertiser on 4 November 1914, at page 12, in a column summarising social events in "The Country". The item in the Advertiser read as follows: "OODNADATTA, October 26.-On Saturday evening a concert, arranged by nine little girls of Oodnadatta, was held. Through the efforts of these little girls, the eldest of whom is only 14, the substantial sum of £18 7/6 was added to the patriotic fund. The whole performance, including two one-act plays, "Afternoon Tea" and "The Little Angels" was well presented, and encores were numerous. The performers were:- Misses Winnie Lyle, Rita Rook, Vera Marousen, Andrew Giles, Grace Ellis, Dorothy Simpson, Rosie Ah Chee, and Doreen Brown. The efforts of the little folk were so much appreciated that a social was tendered to them on Monday evening.
Martha Yeates
Martha Yeates, nee Barr, who was born in 1796 at Henwick Hall England, died in Adelaide in 1864 and is buried in the West Terrace Cemetery. Her brother was Marcus Barr a highly decorated military man who was killed in action in India by a cannonball. She married John Luther Yeates Esq. in 1820, when she was 24, and he was 54, and twice a widower with 5 children. They had six hildren with her, five of whom survived infancy. In 1838, aged 72, having been a solicitor in London, he took the family to Adelaide, landing on 22 January 1839, and died of dysentry on 26 April. She set up a primary school in Rundle Street, "for young ladies and young gentleman under nine", with herself as teacher. She sent her 14 year old son to work, and she married off her 16 year old daughter to a wealthy land developer twice her age, John Richardson. They had 18 children, of which 11 survived to adulthood, and lived to 88. Martha Yeates remarried in 1842 to William Fairbank, an accountant/clerk/debt collector, bu that went awry in 1851 when he got into debt, and a court ordered the furniture of their home on North Terrace to be auctioned off. A year later, she was widowed a second time when died on his way to Sydney. Her three sons left South Australia in 1863 to set up sheep farms on vast acreages in North Queensland, but were eventually beaten by the difficulties of life on the frontier. It was while they were away up north that Martha died, aged 68 [information supplied by researchers].
M.C. Taylor
Photograph of the bride, M.C. Taylor with her two attendants and a flowergirl on her wedding day in 1950. Her dress is a concoction of satin and lace and she is wearing a headband of flowers to hold her long veil in place. Her attendants are wearing satin dresses with lace overskirts and matching long lace gloves. The tiny flowergirl is wearing a bonnet with her long dress and carries a basket of flowers.
In memoriam card for Barbara White
In memoriam card for Barbara White (nee Willingale), in the form of a photographic print pasted onto a cabinet card. It features photographs of her original home at Fulham, the Wesleyan Chapel at Fulham (built by her husband, John White, with the family vault nearby), together with a contemporary portrait. The inscription reads 'In loving memory of Barbara White who peacefully passed over 30th August, 1899, in her 100th year, at "Holmfirth", Fulham, South Australia, at her daughter's residence, and was quietly placed in the family vault at Fulham on 31st August beside the remains of her Husband, who predeceased her by nearly 40 years. [Followed by verse].
Lady Hackett hammering a peg into a lawn
Lady Hackett in her role as Lady Mayoress hammering a peg into a lawn for the 'Hidden Treasure' game at a charity Kindergarten Fete, held on the Government House grounds, Adelaide on Saturday 13 November 1920. Participants in the game could buy a stick for a shilling, placing it in the lawn in the 'hidden treasure' field where £1 notes had been hidden, with those whose sticks were closest to the money, winning the prize. The Kindergarten Fete was organised by the Lady Mayoress (Lady Hackett) and a committee of ladies under the auspices of the South Australian Kindergarten Union, to raise funds for the free Kindergarten institutions in the metropolitan area. This image was published along with other photographs of the kindergarten fete in the 'Observer', Saturday 20 November 1920, page 23, with the caption 'Lady Hackett trying her luck'. See article 'For the children: successful kindergarten fete', in 'The Journal', Saturday 13 November 1920, page 11, for more details.
Circus scene
Pen and ink drawing of a circus scene, with caption of dialogue between the clown and Master of the Ring at bottom. On the verso of the folded sheet of paper is a dedication by Skipper to its recipient E.W. Andrews, with two verses of a poem in another hand. The item had been folded several times and may have been sent to Andrews in a letter.
Photographs relating to disabled persons with Community & Family Involvement
A selection of photographs relating to people with disabilities. See 'contents' for details of individual images.
Diary of Helen Una Grieve
A leather-bound diary which follows Helen Una Grieve's life between July 28th, 1909 and September 20th, 1909. The diary contains extremely detailed entries including 117 (D 7872(L)/1 - D 7872(L)117), mostly labeled, photographs, referring to handwritten diary entries. There is an interesting inclusion of pressed native flowers (D 7872(L)/118 - D 7872(L)/130), which have been carefully labeled and attached to the last pages of the diary, along with a feather and an example of scoured wool from Yancannia Station. In addition to the diary, the collection also includes a letter written from Morden on 28th December (no year given) by Tarella, and a telegram to 'Miss Grieve' from 'Milne', 1909. Grieve enjoyed a country lifestyle and was witness to her family's sheep and cattle station dealings as well as camel trains across the desert areas between Adelaide and Broken Hill. It is most likely the author of the diary is also the photographer. The photographs record the contemporary environment including costume, homesteads and garden designs. Grieve has effectively captured her experience through her comments and especially through her unique photographs. The photographer shows competent photographic technique and many examples are perspectival in composition. There are also included sentimental and affectionate photographic depictions of pets and other animals. Helen Una Grieve refers to herself as the "country girl" or the "girl" throughout the diary. Some terminology, which is offensive by today's standards, reflects usage at that time. [Married name was Gibson.]
Collection of 250 wartime photographs
Papers comprising approximately 250 photographs and contact prints which have been housed in an album. The majority of the images are of Betty Westwood's military experience in the jungles of Brunei and the northern Brunei island of Labuan, and include army camps, local people and army associated personnel, patients and scenery. There are also some earlier photographs of her nursing days in Redbank, Queensland and South Australia at the Royal Adelaide Hospital and a few images of the Adelaide Botanic Gardens. Some 65 of the photograph are annotated, indicating names of those in the photographs and location names, these are indicated at item level for this record. See below for further details.
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Daybreak at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Inside of the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta, with horseshoes hanging from the rafters. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Inside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Lynnie Plate at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Lynnie Plate having a morning coffee inside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
Signs at the Pink Roadhouse, Oodnadatta
Assorted signs and local information outside the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
The Pink Roadhouse viewed in the evening, Oodnadatta
Evening view of the outside of the Pink Roadhouse at Oodnadatta. The photographer writes about the Roadhouse, "In January 2013 whilst exploring the outback of South Australia, I made my way back into the Painted Desert to the historical town of Oodnadatta for the second time. After about three hours of travel I finally reached the junction with the actual Oodnadatta track which is just a short distance outside the township of Oodnadatta, I turned left and was greeted by one of the Oodnadatta progress associations signs which declares that you are now in Australia's hottest and driest town (to my understanding that title belongs to Marble Bar in Western Australia). Oodnadatta is a small one street town with the Transcontinental Hotel, the closed General Store and the Pink Roadhouse on one side and the old railway line and the fascinating Railway Museum on the other side. You can walk from one end of town to the other in less than five minutes. The Pink Roadhouse is the social heart of the town with a continuous buzz of people coming and going all day long as they go about their daily business. When I was in town for the first time in early September 2012, the owner of the Pink Roadhouse Lynnie Plate, had lost her husband Adam two weeks before in a car accident and the whole of the South Australian Outback community was still in shock. Adam was a pioneer in the true sense of the word, he was a maverick who refused to conform. There are hundreds of 44 gallon drum lids and signs across the outback, secured to star droppers all with the Pink Roadhouse emblazoned across them as well as other insightful pieces of local knowledge of otherwise unknown history about the location. These rustic, handwritten unauthorized signs are now a tribute to Adam, and remain as a testament to the outback spirit that he embodied and are a constant reminder of the character who opened this region up. I returned for the second time in January 2013 once everything had settled down a bit, I made my camp directly behind the Pink Roadhouse in a dusty, and very hot block of land that has been turned into a Caravan Park, this allowed me to move in and out of the Pink Roadhouse and gain a feel for the place during different times of the day. When I entered the roadhouse I was greeted by three Irish Back packers who where running the kitchen and register whilst Lynnie Plate ran the Post Office. I found that trying to work with Lynnie was an extremely challenging thing to do due to the fact that everyone in the roadhouse felt it their duty to shield her from any outsider and I was forced to wait two days before I was granted an audience with her early one morning at day break. It was a very somber affair with Lynnie sitting crying as she drank her morning coffee explaining to me how the roadhouse had lost its soul since Adam's death. I sat quietly and listened to her story whilst making images as the morning sun slowly illuminated the interior of the roadhouse. I found myself staring up at the rafters which have dozens of old horse shoes hanging from them as Lynnie told me that the Pink Roadhouse's name came from a cement truck company which was called 'Think Pink', she also went on to explain how when her and Adam had first come to town there was nowhere to have a cup of coffee and a sandwich so they set out to change that and started the Tuckerbox and as they say in the classics, the rest is history. The Pink Roadhouse is here to make you smile said Lynnie, the store has expanded to include heavy transport, roadside assistance, mail deliveries, a caravan park and post office and most importantly a toll free phone for travellers trying to deal with misfortunes.
The Moonta docked at Port Adelaide
Black and white photograph of the Moonta ship docked at Port Adelaide.
Moonta ship
Black and white photograph of MV Moonta at dock in Port Adelaide.
Roundspace artists
Collection of photographs taken of artists at the Roundspace Studios at 21 Roper Street, Adelaide. In some, John Hinds takes the photograph of just the environment or items within it, stating that it, "gives a further understanding of the person".
Unidentified woman
Studio portrait of an unidentified woman. She is wearing a striped, button-up shirt with puffy sleeves and narrow cuffs, and a bow tie around her neck, and a high-waisted skirt with a belt. Her hair is styled in a bun. She is seated with her ands in her lap and a book resting on her knees. Behind her is a background trees. See also B 74666.
Photographs of Jean Debelle in Vietnam
A collection of photos taken by, and of, Jean Debelle (later Jean Debelle Lamensdorf Matthews) who served with the Red Cross in Vietnam 1966-1967. Original prints for items 1-26 and 70 are held; the remainder are digital copies only. Note that some of the images (particularly items 49-52 which were taken from the web) are low to very low resolution files. See D 8815(Misc) for related material.
People associated with the City of Adelaide
'City People B': a collection of photographs of people associated with the City of Adelaide whose surnames start with 'B'. In addition to the photographs it also includes a number of photocopied pages with additional photos and the captions which were used with the images. A selection have been digitised and may be viewed online (do an ARCHIVAL NUMBER search on B 71859); the rest may requested and viewed in the Reading Room.
The 'Yatala'
Watercolour painting of HMCS 'Yatala', with the signature and date 'E. Magraith 1904' in the bottom right hand corner. It has been painted directly onto the board, with the following inscriptions under the actual painting: on the bottom left is 'To Arthur Searcy Esq / President of Marine Board / from G.H. 1904'; in the centre is 'HMCS "Yatala" / After a painting by H.C.R. 1849'. The painting depicts the 'Yatala' just off land, in full sail and with a blue ensign flying from one of the spars. Notes on the back of the photograph state: "'Yatala' schooner. The South Australian war schooner, Yatala, 107 tons, pierced for 6 guns was built in Port Adelaide and launched 29 July 1848. Her first voyage was to the wreck of the "Tigress", near Noarlunga, 30 September 1848 during which her masts were shortened five feet. She was employed on Government marine coasting duties until May 1864 when she was sent to the Northern Territory. She was soon dispatched to Timor for repairs and was condemned there in November 1864 and was sold for 233 pounds."
John Ridley
Lithographic print of a portrait of John Ridley by artist Ida S. Perrin, bearing the inscription 'Yours truly John Ridley'.
"Hougomont"
The Hougomont and the Herzogin Cecilie (wheat ships) at the Semaphore anchorage December 1932 or January 1933) The Hougomont has been badly battered in a storm and is being dismantled prior to being towed to Stenhouse Bay, there to be used as a breakwater. A clipping from the Chronicle January 5, 1933 reads "Making the tow in favourable weather, the barque Hougomont reached Stenhouse Bay at daylight on Sunday having made the 84 mile trip in 13.5 hours. The vessel was manoeuvred into the position where she will be used as a breakwater. A charge of dynamite was exploded in the forehold and the ship slowly sank until only the decks and rails were above the water. Leaving Semaphore on Saturday afternoon in tow of the Wato, the Hougomont made her last trip, which was a model one. She rode the seas like a liner, and never faltered. At Stenhouse Bay difficulty was experienced in mooring her. About 11 am a terrific exposion shook her, and the Hougomont's end had come. Captain Lindholm who was the last of the crew to leave her, said 'sinking her is the saddest job of my life'. The Wato left on the return journey late this afternoon."
Jane Bakewell with family and friends
PORTRAIT: Jane Bakewell sitting in a garden with her second son Leonard at her side, her grandchildren Eva and Kenneth Bakewell stand on her left and their friends, Rupert and Carew Reynell on her right.
Maude and Charles James
PORTRAIT: Charles and Maude Wordsworth James, residents of Jeffcott Street, North Adelaide, South Australia; Maude was a descendant of the poet George Crabbe, Charles was an engineer.
South Australian Company: John Henry Grant
John Henry Grant, director 1895-1931.
Because: reflections on illusion and reality
An art installation by the Three Sisters Workshop at the Red Poles Restaurant and Gallery at McLaren Vale entitled 'Because: reflections on illusion and reality'. It is based on the story of Evette, the washerwoman immortalised in Camille Pisarro's painting. Her customers, many of them artists, began to paint elaborate works on the clothes she laundered in an attempt to win her admiration, and more hopefully, her heart. Another admirer, a marron farmer from Provence, would send her red long feelered crays and, once she had consumed the meat, would use the claws to peg out her washing. The installation features Dali's dress, Picasso's pants, Munch's macintosh, Van Gogh's vest, Jawlensky's jacket, Toulouse Lautrec's T shirt, Dufy's dress, Turner's tie and Soutine's shirt.
Aboriginal woman and children near Ooldea
An Aboriginal woman with her baby wrapped in a blanket around her neck and an older child and a dog standing beside her, near Ooldea. She is carrying a water billy and balancing another tin on her head. Behind her can be seen part of the framework for a dwelling made of natural timber and brushwood.