Old Shellharbour 1

I posted in February:

You will recall that among the many jobs T D Whitfield worked on was the rebuilding of Shellharbour Jetty in 1909. Many a time I walked that jetty in the 40s through the 60s, but I don’t recall my grandfather’s connection being mentioned. The Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton) mentions him in 1909, even if they get his name wrong.

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See also Neil’s personal decades: 18 – 1890s – T D Whitfield and the tag Shellharbour on this blog. Here is that jetty:

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I have been looking at the Facebook page Shellharbour History in Photos – see also an account of it in the KIama Independent: Shellharbour history in pictures: Part 1.

This one brought back memories:

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That was taken in Shellharbour twenty years before I was born and when my father was about 12 years old! The rider is identified as Togo Jordan, later to become the town grave digger. And a fisherman too, as I recall, because with my Dad I met him and talked with him some time around 1955 – possibly exactly 1955. I remember that because on this particular stay in Shellharbour I tended to wander around the boat harbour muttering John Masefield’s “Sea Fever” to myself.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I remember my dad and Togo discussing as they looked at the boats in the little harbour which were good sea boats and which weren’t. Togo’s speech my dad used to imitate: “Tinkin’ rotten bloody Tudderly: can’t go out today!” (Stinking rotten bloody southerly…)

Shellharbour was still a village.

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