Introduction THIS, our tenth book – <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> n<strong>in</strong>th <strong>in</strong> our series of volumes of collected photographs – is a miscellany with an emphasis on transport. It’s about travell<strong>in</strong>g, on <strong>sea</strong> <strong>and</strong> l<strong>and</strong>, <strong>in</strong> <strong>Newcastle</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Hunter</strong> from <strong>the</strong> days of sail to <strong>the</strong> 1970s. Included between <strong>the</strong>se covers are some favourite images fortuitously obta<strong>in</strong>ed, along with many more from <strong>the</strong> orig<strong>in</strong>al collection of material we acquired from <strong>the</strong> estate of <strong>the</strong> late Ken Magor <strong>in</strong> 2010. S<strong>in</strong>ce our first book, <strong>Newcastle</strong>, The Miss<strong>in</strong>g Years, appeared, we have collected many more photographs from many sources, always with <strong>the</strong> idea <strong>in</strong> m<strong>in</strong>d of produc<strong>in</strong>g more books. It’s often <strong>the</strong> case that a collection of hundreds of photos or negatives will conta<strong>in</strong> one or two real gems, <strong>and</strong> some of <strong>the</strong> images <strong>in</strong> this book are rarities of that k<strong>in</strong>d, rescued from packages dest<strong>in</strong>ed for <strong>the</strong> garbage, or resurrected from musty old boxes of mementoes. Like <strong>the</strong> photo on page 27 of <strong>Newcastle</strong> Ocean Baths, a st<strong>and</strong>out among modest family snaps <strong>in</strong> a box of v<strong>in</strong>tage negatives. And <strong>the</strong> pictures of Watt Street on pages 23 <strong>and</strong> 24-25, one of which was scanned from a magic lantern slide <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r saved from an ice cream conta<strong>in</strong>er full of negatives on <strong>the</strong> verge of be<strong>in</strong>g thrown <strong>in</strong> a rubbish b<strong>in</strong>. Many people have helped us put toge<strong>the</strong>r this collection. Barry Magor – Ken Magor’s son – has been extremely helpful. Our dear friend Daphne Barney has been k<strong>in</strong>d <strong>and</strong> generous <strong>in</strong> provid<strong>in</strong>g access to <strong>the</strong> collection she amassed with her husb<strong>and</strong>, <strong>the</strong> late Norm Barney. Former photographers like Ron Bell, <strong>and</strong> our mentors Ron <strong>and</strong> Liz Morrison, have entrusted us with important negatives <strong>and</strong> pr<strong>in</strong>ts. Our friends from Maitl<strong>and</strong> <strong>and</strong> District Historical Society, Keith Cockburn <strong>and</strong> Peter Smith <strong>in</strong> particular, have surprised us more than once with wonderful material. Book <strong>and</strong> memorabilia dealers Mark <strong>and</strong> Tony Burgess have supplied some rarities too, like <strong>the</strong> image on page 26 of <strong>the</strong> effigy of <strong>the</strong> Kaiser <strong>in</strong> <strong>Newcastle</strong> East dur<strong>in</strong>g World War I, a st<strong>and</strong>out pr<strong>in</strong>t from a small collection o<strong>the</strong>rwise undist<strong>in</strong>guished. The rare image of Samuel Dark on page 27 was an excit<strong>in</strong>g f<strong>in</strong>d, k<strong>in</strong>dly loaned <strong>by</strong> Wilf <strong>and</strong> Judy Redden. O<strong>the</strong>r friends <strong>and</strong> helpers for this book <strong>in</strong>clude Anne Hudson – gr<strong>and</strong>-daughter of <strong>the</strong> remarkable William Fraser – <strong>and</strong> Roberta Johnson, Peggy Paton <strong>and</strong> Bill Pitt. Mr Pitt provided us with Harold Boultwood’s negatives document<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> construction of <strong>Newcastle</strong> City Council’s “Roundhouse” adm<strong>in</strong>istrative centre. Also thanks to our friend John Tipper, who created <strong>the</strong> Facebook group Rediscovered <strong>Newcastle</strong> to assist us <strong>in</strong> discuss<strong>in</strong>g our books <strong>and</strong> also discover<strong>in</strong>g more about various photographs. This has proved more successful than we had anticipated <strong>and</strong>, as a consequence, we must also thank our numerous friendly helpers <strong>in</strong> that group who have solved many mysteries <strong>and</strong> corrected many errors through <strong>the</strong>ir cleverness <strong>and</strong> patience. Leon Garde, Robert Watson, Kev<strong>in</strong> Parsons, Margaret Bee, Ray Cross, Steve Shotton, Ian Wright, John Clarke, Ricky Walters <strong>and</strong> Steven Ward are just some of those whose sleuth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>and</strong> background knowledge has saved me many hours of re<strong>sea</strong>rch. Aga<strong>in</strong>, we thank Alan Neader at NCP Pr<strong>in</strong>t<strong>in</strong>g for help<strong>in</strong>g us have our books pr<strong>in</strong>ted <strong>in</strong> <strong>Newcastle</strong>. It’s our ambition to support local bus<strong>in</strong>esses <strong>and</strong> jobs as much as we can, <strong>and</strong> NCP has helped us achieve this goal <strong>by</strong> provid<strong>in</strong>g professional high-quality service at a price that ma<strong>in</strong>ta<strong>in</strong>s <strong>the</strong> viability of our projects. <strong>Newcastle</strong> was a last great refuge for sail WHEN steamships were perfected, <strong>the</strong>y <strong>in</strong>evitably put an end to <strong>the</strong> long era of sail as a means of trad<strong>in</strong>g commodities across <strong>the</strong> globe. But sail<strong>in</strong>g ships l<strong>in</strong>gered for decades, <strong>and</strong> circumstances made <strong>Newcastle</strong> one of <strong>the</strong> last of <strong>the</strong> great sail<strong>in</strong>g ship ports. In <strong>the</strong> early years of <strong>the</strong> 20th century, <strong>the</strong> city often hosted as many as 80 sail<strong>in</strong>g ships at once, almost all of <strong>the</strong>m tak<strong>in</strong>g coal to <strong>the</strong> west coast ports of <strong>the</strong> Americas. Prevail<strong>in</strong>g w<strong>in</strong>ds across <strong>the</strong> Pacific Ocean meant <strong>the</strong> sail<strong>in</strong>g ships could catch <strong>the</strong> trades to Australia <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> tropical latitudes, <strong>the</strong>n fly back east on <strong>the</strong> w<strong>in</strong>gs of <strong>the</strong> strong w<strong>in</strong>ds <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> lower latitudes. This free energy, coupled with <strong>the</strong> fact that <strong>the</strong> west coast American ports were hungry for coal to run <strong>the</strong>ir <strong>rail</strong><strong>road</strong>s <strong>and</strong> m<strong>in</strong>es, gave sail<strong>in</strong>g ships one last profitable niche. Unfortunately, wait<strong>in</strong>g times for cargoes at <strong>Newcastle</strong> were very long, <strong>and</strong> that fact helped put more of a squeeze on <strong>the</strong> trade. Dur<strong>in</strong>g those golden sunset years of sail, Nob<strong>by</strong>s was a l<strong>and</strong>mark known to many thous<strong>and</strong>s of deepwater sailors to whom round<strong>in</strong>g that clumpy little headl<strong>and</strong> was synonymous with reach<strong>in</strong>g safety. Many sailors wrote about <strong>the</strong>ir travels, <strong>and</strong> numerous books conta<strong>in</strong> <strong>in</strong>terest<strong>in</strong>g references to <strong>Newcastle</strong> dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> years of <strong>the</strong> “west-coast coal trade”. One particularly good description is conta<strong>in</strong>ed <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> book Gipsy of <strong>the</strong> Horn, <strong>by</strong> Rex Clements, who arrived <strong>in</strong> <strong>Newcastle</strong> <strong>in</strong> 1903 <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> Arethusa: The harbour was a wonderful sight <strong>by</strong> reason of <strong>the</strong> great number of deep-<strong>sea</strong> sail<strong>in</strong>g-ships <strong>the</strong>n <strong>in</strong> port. There were no less than a hundred <strong>and</strong> sixteen of <strong>the</strong>m when we arrived, not count<strong>in</strong>g steamers or coasters, <strong>and</strong> a gr<strong>and</strong> show <strong>the</strong>y made. Right away from Queen’s Wharf, just <strong>in</strong>side <strong>the</strong> Bluff, up past <strong>the</strong> Dyke <strong>the</strong>y lay <strong>in</strong> an unbroken l<strong>in</strong>e as far as Waratah, or “Siberia,” as it was called, from its remoteness to everywhere else. In <strong>the</strong> Dyke, where we were ly<strong>in</strong>g, <strong>the</strong> ships lay three deep <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong>re was a double row of <strong>the</strong>m over on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r side at Stockton. Masts <strong>and</strong> yards were packed as thick as bristles on a hedgehog. Dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong>re was as much activity afloat as ashore, <strong>in</strong> consequence of <strong>the</strong> tremendous number of steam-launches, ferry-steamers, ch<strong>and</strong>lers’ boats <strong>and</strong> ships’ gigs dodg<strong>in</strong>g about among <strong>the</strong> shipp<strong>in</strong>g. We only stayed at <strong>the</strong> Dyke a few days, <strong>the</strong>n shifted down to Queen’s Wharf to discharge our cargo. Queen’s Wharf was <strong>the</strong> best berth <strong>in</strong> port <strong>and</strong> only a couple of m<strong>in</strong>utes’ walk from <strong>Hunter</strong> Street, <strong>Newcastle</strong>’s pr<strong>in</strong>cipal thoroughfare. We found <strong>Newcastle</strong> a very lively <strong>and</strong> pleasant little town, with so many ships <strong>in</strong> harbour <strong>the</strong> atmosphere of <strong>the</strong> place was of <strong>the</strong> <strong>sea</strong> salty. There was one hotel, <strong>the</strong> Carr<strong>in</strong>gton, which was common property. It was <strong>the</strong> best-known hostelry <strong>in</strong> town, chiefly <strong>in</strong> consequence of <strong>the</strong> popularity of a bar-maid <strong>the</strong>re – Nell, <strong>by</strong> name – who was often known to present half a sovereign to a hard-up customer. Two girls clown<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> front of <strong>the</strong> Glebe bus, c1920 Greg Ray <strong>Newcastle</strong> Harbour as it was <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> early 1900s: “dur<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> day <strong>the</strong>re was as much activity afloat as ashore”. 4 5
Lovely photo <strong>by</strong> Sam Hood of <strong>the</strong> French steel barque Ville de Havre near Nob<strong>by</strong>s. She was built <strong>in</strong> 1899 <strong>and</strong> made a number of eventful voyages to <strong>the</strong> Pacific before be<strong>in</strong>g torpedoed <strong>by</strong> a German U-boat off Ushant <strong>in</strong> 1916. Beh<strong>in</strong>d <strong>the</strong> ship <strong>the</strong> pilot vessel can be seen, <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> taut l<strong>in</strong>e from <strong>the</strong> bow suggests she is be<strong>in</strong>g towed to <strong>sea</strong>. Zaara Street power station is visible <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> right background. S<strong>in</strong>ce <strong>the</strong> power station was built <strong>in</strong> 1914, this photo may have been one of <strong>the</strong> last taken of this lovely ship before its wartime destruction. The American wooden schooner M<strong>in</strong>nie A. Ca<strong>in</strong>e, on American Independence Day, 1913. The ship was launched <strong>in</strong> Seattle <strong>in</strong> 1900 <strong>and</strong> carried lumber across <strong>the</strong> Pacific from <strong>the</strong> United States to Australia, often visit<strong>in</strong>g <strong>Newcastle</strong> to load a return cargo of coal. By <strong>the</strong> 1920s <strong>the</strong>se routes were no longer profitable for sail<strong>in</strong>g ships <strong>and</strong> <strong>the</strong> vessel was laid up. It l<strong>in</strong>gered until 1939 when it went ashore <strong>and</strong> was wrecked <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> USA. 14 15 This photo, titled “Ready for Sea”, shows two ships moored side <strong>by</strong> side <strong>in</strong> <strong>Newcastle</strong> Harbour. The ship at right is <strong>the</strong> Ste<strong>in</strong>bek – previously known as Durbridge.