Recently I saw
advertised in the Herbert River Express that local woman Kerry Russo,
who is the Associate Dean of Teaching and Learning with James
Cook University's College
of Business, Law and Governance, gave a talk at a public event. If I
recall correctly, part of her talk was about local women having to, or choosing
to, pursue careers outside of the local community. Unbeknown to the wider community
there are a surprising number of local women who, at this present moment,
commute to other cities or towns or out to mining sites in order to hold down a
job. They do this for a range of reasons. To pursue their hard earned careers and/or
to support their families are two primary reasons. Meanwhile they are still,
daughters, wives and mothers and still endeavour to be part of and active in
their local community. It is a juggling act. It requires determination,
persistence, commitment and grit. I am in awe of my fellow women as I am sure
their families are.
As I
have researched and read our local history over the years I have often felt in
awe of the women of the past that I have encountered. Many of the facilities we
take for granted today, schools, churches, hospitals and hotels for example, would not
have been built if it had not been for their efforts and generosity. Their
lives with errant drunkard husbands, with the absence of the finer things of
life, far from home and family, living daily with the dangers of childbirth and
disease and the menace of a strange environment and animals, their lives tells
a tale of unimaginable hardship and sheer bravery.
Take Maria
Ferrero, who, fired by determination to have her children educated in a
Catholic school by religious Sisters, rode tirelessly on horseback from door to
door in the lower Halifax area seeking donations for a convent building fund.
As a result of her and her community’s determination the Halifax Convent School,
with boarding facilities for boys, opened on July 3 1927. In a time of poor roads, unbridged rivers and
creeks and most farming families still using horse drawn vehicles school
attendance could be spasmodic. The boarding school offered a chance of reliable
school attendance.
Angelina Borello (nee Ruffinengo) came to Australia as a single woman at the age of 21. She already had brothers in the Herbert River district who were cutting cane. A respected midwife, she conducted a maternity hospital at Lannercost from 1927 until 1937, and is said to have delivered thousands of babies. She offered an
accessible, safer and more comfortable alternative than home birth. While she
was very talented there were deliveries when complications arose. Imagine her
anxiety as she awaited the arrival of Dr. Morrissey and his expert help. But to
reach her was no easy matter, especially in the wet season. Just past Erba’s
store in Trebonne there was a persistent boggy patch in the road. Whenever he
was called by Mrs Borello, her sons, Joe and Ernie, would have to go down to
the store to lift his car through the bog. The reverse would have to happen for
his journey back to Ingham! Further to the comfort and help she gave to mothers
and their babies she was generous in other ways. We learn from Parish records
that it was only through her generous donation of land in 1933 that the Church of Our Lady
of Pompeii could be built at Lannercost. Like the country schools, bush churches
were vital to the life of farming people in the days when going into Ingham
town could be a rare event. The country schools and churches were easier to
reach and around them developed a sense of community. The school could be a
dance hall of a weekend and fund raising for church or school gave families
reason to gather at each other’s homes for euchre or florin evenings.
The
bravery of women, single, alone or widowed with children who arrived in the
Herbert River district in the 1870s when the district was being opened up to European
settlement is mind boggling. By the time the Mackenzie family established the
Gairloch mill and plantation in 1872 it consisted of father William Mackenzie,
a retired Presbyterian Minister, and five siblings and the partner of one of
those children. Isabella Mackenzie was unmarried when she arrived in the
district. Then Sligo, later Ingham, was no more than a camping ground and
potential husbands while more numerous than eligible woman were still thin on the
ground. Her sights settled on one William Stewart who had been engaged by the
family to manage Gairloch. Apparently she married him “much to the astonishment
of every one, and it did not result in a happy life for her.” An episode that
happened to him is worth digressing for, for it gives you an idea of what sort
of man she had to contend with. He was ‘fishing’ in the river one day, not with
a fishing line, but with dynamite. He held the charge too long and it blew his
right hand clean off. Two days passed
before a doctor could be got from Townsville to attend to the wound. Luckily
the stump didn’t go gangrenous, but healed and from then on he wore a hook
attached to it. We don’t know much of Isabella Stewart’s life with the
foolhardy William, apart from that one quoted record of community dismay and his illfated fishing expedition, but
we do know that when she arrived in the Herbert River district she was
accompanied by another Isabella, the plucky widow Isabella Campbell with children
in the folds of her skirt and a head full of hearty Scottish recipes. She may
have had a better eye for good husband material for she quickly settled on
George Wickham. He had a property called Cowden which he had selected in 1872.
The landing for river vessels on his property was known as Wickham’s Landing.
There he and his new wife, Isabella opened a hotel in 1875 called the Planter’s
Retreat. Situated conveniently half way between Gairloch and the Camping
Reserve it became an alternative venue to the family home for weddings. It was
renowned for its pure liquor and good Scottish cooking.
Death
was a constant companion to everyday pioneering life. Childbirth was a risky
business that Mrs Borello helped to make less risky in the early twentieth
century. But maternity and infant mortality in the first days of European
settlement were tragically high. When Mrs Skinner’s baby took sick with
diphtheria she and her husband set off with the baby from Halifax in a
desperate effort to seek medical help in Ingham. Unfortunately as they stopped
to rest the tired horse under the shade of mango trees the baby died in his
mother’s arms. With death so common, there was little help or sympathy for the
grief of those who lost a loved one. Laudanum and sleep were the stock panacea
for the first days of grief. The depth of Mrs. Skinner’s grief can only be
imagined but her son recalled that it took a long, long time for her to find
some peace and recalled that poignant evening when she went for a walk to the
gate and looking up at the starry sky she found peace as last and was able to
move on from the loss of her baby.
Sources:
Douglass, William A. From Italy to Ingham: Italians in North Queensland. St. Lucia: University of Queensland Press, 1995.
Recipes of Yesteryear. Halifax: Herbert River Museum Gallery Inc. 1992.
Skinner, F. Memories of Early Halifax. January, 1979.
Vidonja Balanzategui, Bianka. Portrait of a Parish: A History of Saint Patrick's Church and Parish Ingham 1864-1996. Ingham: St Patrick's Parish, 1998.
Vidonja Balanzategui, Bianka. Herbert River Story. Ingham: Hinchinbrook Shire Council, 2011.
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Planters' Retreat Hotel, 1876. Source: Hinchinbrook Shire Library Photograph Collection. |
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Gairloch Plantation House, 187? Source: Hinchinbrook Shire Library Photograph Collection |
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Tennis Party at Gairloch Plantation House, 1875. Source: Hinchinbrook Shire Library Photograph Collection |