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Friday, August 14, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Glebe time capsule to help celebrate150 years
by Sydney Central
"Jan Wilson of the Glebe Sesquicentenary Committee praised the work of City of Sydney Council in improving Glebe since the handover from Leichhardt Council in 2003.
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"Jan Wilson of the Glebe Sesquicentenary Committee praised the work of City of Sydney Council in improving Glebe since the handover from Leichhardt Council in 2003.
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Ms Wilson hoped that the heritage values of Glebe would be preserved into the future and that the suburb would continue on the path of being pedestrian friendly.
Ms Wilson was instrumental in coordinating the time capsule that was buried last Sunday at Jubilee Fountain at the end of Glebe Pt Rd on the corner of Parramatta Rd.
She said it was possible that a five-year-old child who witnessed the burial of the capsule would be alive in 100 years time to see its unearthing.
“We went to everyone in Glebe - businesses, schools, government agencies and community groups to find material for the time capsule,’’ Ms Wilson said.
“We included letters, stories, stamps, a passport, doggie racing vest, charge sheet from the police station, photos, class lists and menus. It would be interesting to know if in 100 years time people are still eating out in Glebe.’’
Read the full article from Sydney Central here.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Glebe turns 150, still keeping out pigs and goats
by Dugald Jellie, The Sydney Morning Herald
"IN A city of whims and social butterflies, Iris Brennan could well be its most steadfast local.
"I was born in Forsyth Street in Glebe in 1923," she says, tucking a crocheted blanket over her knees.
And 86 years on she has never left, now living a few blocks away in an old terrace on a street that dips to the dog track.
"After school we’d get a penny’s worth of chips up on Glebe Road," she says. "It’s changed over the years. But I still love Glebe. Only way I’ll ever leave is in a box."
It is an old story from one of Sydney’s oldest suburbs. The Glebe, as it is known formally, is a peninsula that was bequeathed in 1789 to the Church of England and is thick with suburban loyalties and rising damp. It has a blue-collar reputation as "one of those places where if you can’t see a pub by looking both ways down the street then you must be standing outside one" – as hard-bitten private eye Cliff Hardy says in Peter Corris’s The Dying Trade.
And it is a place that today turns 150 – proclaimed a municipality on August 1, 1859, the third in Sydney, after Randwick and Waverley. The civic milestone is to be marked by Sydney’s Lord Mayor, Clover Moore, burying a time capsule on Glebe Point Road, and the launch on Wednesday of an oral history project called Glebe Bytes.
‘‘All the boys worked at the wool stores in Ultimo," said Mrs Brennan, a public-housing tenant interviewed for the history project. "Back in them days we had about six butcher shops. Now we’ve got one."
The stories of Glebe, said Julia Burns, a co-ordinator of Glebe Bytes, were rich in local colour.
"We’ve been told tales of illegal bookmakers, the six o’clock swill, housing squats, timber yards on Blackwattle Bay, and the Saturday matinee at the Astor,’’ she said. ‘‘It’s a community patchwork that knits together the suburb’s history."
Not that Glebe has a shared narrative. When 64 locals first signed a petition requesting municipal status, a counter-petition was signed by 265 householders.
"Glebe’s character has always been marked by a diverse social mix with divergent views," says a City of Sydney historian, Lisa Murray.
Nine Glebe councillors were duly elected in late August 1859, on a ticket of installing kerbs and signs, and keeping pigs, goats and other animals off its streets – to mixed results.
"What’s unique about Glebe is that it’s still a stratified society," said Max Solling, a local historian and author of Grandeur and Grit – A History of Glebe.
"It has a well-defined mosaic of the middle-classes living on the elevated Glebe Point, and the working classes settled on the lowlands near Grace Brothers in the Glebe Estate."
It is in these stooped streets that Mrs Brennan calls home. When asked if she has ever moved from Glebe, there is a pause and a confession.
"We did go to Newtown once," she said. ‘‘It was shocking. We were there two months.’’ "
Read the full article from the SMH here.
"IN A city of whims and social butterflies, Iris Brennan could well be its most steadfast local.
"I was born in Forsyth Street in Glebe in 1923," she says, tucking a crocheted blanket over her knees.
And 86 years on she has never left, now living a few blocks away in an old terrace on a street that dips to the dog track.
"After school we’d get a penny’s worth of chips up on Glebe Road," she says. "It’s changed over the years. But I still love Glebe. Only way I’ll ever leave is in a box."
It is an old story from one of Sydney’s oldest suburbs. The Glebe, as it is known formally, is a peninsula that was bequeathed in 1789 to the Church of England and is thick with suburban loyalties and rising damp. It has a blue-collar reputation as "one of those places where if you can’t see a pub by looking both ways down the street then you must be standing outside one" – as hard-bitten private eye Cliff Hardy says in Peter Corris’s The Dying Trade.
And it is a place that today turns 150 – proclaimed a municipality on August 1, 1859, the third in Sydney, after Randwick and Waverley. The civic milestone is to be marked by Sydney’s Lord Mayor, Clover Moore, burying a time capsule on Glebe Point Road, and the launch on Wednesday of an oral history project called Glebe Bytes.
‘‘All the boys worked at the wool stores in Ultimo," said Mrs Brennan, a public-housing tenant interviewed for the history project. "Back in them days we had about six butcher shops. Now we’ve got one."
The stories of Glebe, said Julia Burns, a co-ordinator of Glebe Bytes, were rich in local colour.
"We’ve been told tales of illegal bookmakers, the six o’clock swill, housing squats, timber yards on Blackwattle Bay, and the Saturday matinee at the Astor,’’ she said. ‘‘It’s a community patchwork that knits together the suburb’s history."
Not that Glebe has a shared narrative. When 64 locals first signed a petition requesting municipal status, a counter-petition was signed by 265 householders.
"Glebe’s character has always been marked by a diverse social mix with divergent views," says a City of Sydney historian, Lisa Murray.
Nine Glebe councillors were duly elected in late August 1859, on a ticket of installing kerbs and signs, and keeping pigs, goats and other animals off its streets – to mixed results.
"What’s unique about Glebe is that it’s still a stratified society," said Max Solling, a local historian and author of Grandeur and Grit – A History of Glebe.
"It has a well-defined mosaic of the middle-classes living on the elevated Glebe Point, and the working classes settled on the lowlands near Grace Brothers in the Glebe Estate."
It is in these stooped streets that Mrs Brennan calls home. When asked if she has ever moved from Glebe, there is a pause and a confession.
"We did go to Newtown once," she said. ‘‘It was shocking. We were there two months.’’ "
Read the full article from the SMH here.
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