šŸ„šŸŒ±šŸ„› New Chapter in Cowra. The Chittick Family’s Dairy Farming Legacy Continues at Silvermere Holsteins šŸšœšŸ®

Photo source Slivermere Holsteins websiteĀ 

In the rolling hills of Cowra, New South Wales, a new chapter unfolds in the storied legacy of the Chittick family’s dairy farming tradition. Known for their deep roots in dairy farming and cattle breeding, the Chittick family has acquired one of the most impressive dairy farms in Australia, Colin and Erina Thompson’s Silvermere Holsteins. This acquisition not only marks a significant expansion in their agricultural endeavors but also symbolises a commitment to excellence and innovation in the dairy industry.

Silvermere Holsteins, renowned for its state-of-the-art facilities and dairy cows, represents the pinnacle of modern dairy farming. Check out their commitment to the 360 degrees business model

Photo source Silvermere Holsteins website Gallery

With the Thompson family’s focus on sustainable practices and the highest standards of animal welfare, the Silvermere farm is a testament to dedication to quality andĀ  deep respect for the land and livestock.

At Silvermere, the Chittick family aims to continue their tradition of family farming,Ā  excellence in dairy production, building on their legacy of success and community involvement.

As the Chittick family embarks on this new venture, they carry with them a rich history of agricultural achievement and a vision for the future that promises to elevate the standards of dairy farming in Australia and beyond.

#ChittickFamily #SilvermereHolsteins #DairyFarmingExcellence #CowraAgriculture #AustralianDairy #SustainableFarming #CattleBreedingLegacy #AgriculturalInnovation #RuralAustralia #DairyFarmingFuture

Footnote I am excited by this new era. I am a Chittick on my mother’s side of the family. My father moved our family fromĀ  his family dairy farm on the South coast of NSW to Cowra in 1958 and the last thing he wanted to do was dairy farm. This move by the Chittick family to dairy farm at Cowra almost 40 years later will please many ancestors

After growing up in Cowra and moving back to the South Coast I know Cowra has its charms but I am confident the Chittick family are going to miss this view

Photo by Ken Duncan of Chittick family Alne Bank farm at Gerringong in 2005

The source of my blogs is from ā€œThe Chittick Family Historyā€, as chronicled by Mr. J.H. Chittick and Ms. Betty Chittick. It can be found in the National Library of Australia, and it is an enduring testament to a family’s journey through hardship to prosperity. I have done my best to blog it in a similar language to how it was documented in this book.

#ChittickFamilyLegacy #CourageousJourney #IrishHeritage #AustralianSettlers #HistoricVoyage #FamilyResilience #AncestralPride #FaithAndPerseverance #PioneerSpirit #CommunityBuilders #HeritageAndLegacy #GenerationsStrong

šŸŒ±šŸ”šŸ“š Legacy of the Chittick Family. A Tale of Resilience and Achievement in Australia šŸ„šŸ§‘ā€šŸŒ¾šŸ§ŗ

 

This is the second in a series of fourĀ  blogs outlining my mother’s family’s journey to dairy farm in Australia beginning very humbly the 1880’s with starting capital of 10 shillings and proudly continuing today

Photo sourceĀ 

The journey begins with a ship the “Samuel Plimsoll” which carriedĀ  9 members of the Chittick family. Leaving Plymouth in April 1880 and arriving in Sydney in July 1880.

In the picturesque landscapes of Australia’s Gerringong and surrounding areas, the story of the Chittick family unfoldsā€”a tale rich in history, resilience, and accomplishment. It’s a narrative woven through generations, beginning with Henry Chittick, the patriarch, and stretching across the lives of his descendants, impacting the dairy farming industry and local communities significantly.

This is what Henry Chittick’s “Alne Bank ” family farm purchased in the late 1800’s looks like in the 21st century – This photo was taken by Ken Duncan in 2005

Born in 1860, Henry Chittick’s life was a testament to perseverance. Arriving in Australia in 1873, he faced early adversity with the death of his mother and the loss of family capital. His arrival in Gerringong with his brothers marked the beginning of a remarkable journey. Henry, along with his brother Robert, found work on a farm in Saddleback Mountain, laying the foundations of their future.

Photo sourceĀ 

Henry’s commitment to hard work saw him involved in various ventures, including working for the Miller family and witnessing the transformation of Omega, where he once plowed fields that would become part of the Omega railway station. His entrepreneurial spirit led him to acquire land at Kangaloon, where he and his brother Robert embarked on dairy farming and potato growingā€”a venture that would define the family’s legacy.

Henry married Margaret Johnston in 1885, and the couple eventually settled in Jamberoo, leasing the Woodbrook property. It was here their first son, Charles, was born. The family’s move to Jerrara, to lease Cunningham’s farm, marked the beginning of a significant chapter in dairy farming. Henry’s diligence in carting milk to Kiama Railway Station showcased his dedication to the burgeoning city milk trade.

By 1898, Henry had made his first land purchase in Jerrara, an expansion that signaled the growth of the Chittick family’s influence in the agricultural sector. His savvy in business led to more acquisitions, including Glenburn farm and a part of the Riversdale estate, culminating in the purchase of Alne Bank in Rose Valley.

Tragedy struck with the untimely death of his wife, Margaret, leaving Henry to care for their five children. His devotion to his family and his land remained unwavering, establishing a successful dairy enterprise and becoming a respected figure in public affairs.

Henry’s sons, including Charles and Gustavus Ernest Chittick, continued their father’s legacy in dairy farming and cattle breeding. They became renowned for their prize-winning AIS cattle, contributing significantly to the local and national agricultural scene.

Sons of Henry Chittick

Gustavus, born in 1892, took over the Alne Bank property, expanding the family’s dairy farming and cattle breeding ventures. His marriage to Daisy May Nelson and their two sons continued the Chittick lineage in agriculture. A respected figure, Gus’s contributions to local government and the dairy industry were immense, earning him an OBE in the Queen’s Birthday Honors in 1962.

The Chittick family’s story is not just about land and cattle; it’s a narrative of community involvement and leadership. From serving as mayors to participating in church and public affairs, the Chitticks have left an indelible mark on their community.

The story of the Chittick family, from Henry’s arrival in Australia to the achievements of his descendants, is a profound reminder of the impact one family can have over generations. Their legacy in dairy farming, community service, and personal resilience continues to inspire and shape the regions of Gerringong, Jamberoo, and beyond. As we walk through the fields of “Alne Bank” or pass by the Gerringong Methodist Church, we are reminded of a family that not only cultivated the land but also nurtured a community’s spirit.

The source of my blogs is from ā€œThe Chittick Family Historyā€, as chronicled by Mr. J.H. Chittick and Ms. Betty Chittick. It can be found in the National Library of Australia, and it is an enduring testament to a family’s journey through hardship to prosperity. I have done my best to blog it in a similar language to how it was documented in this book.

#ChittickFamilyLegacy #CourageousJourney #IrishHeritage #AustralianSettlers #HistoricVoyage #FamilyResilience #AncestralPride #FaithAndPerseverance #PioneerSpirit #CommunityBuilders #HeritageAndLegacy #GenerationsStrong

šŸ“œšŸŒæšŸš¢ The Legacy of Gustavus and Jane Chittick. A Journey of Courage and Faith šŸ‘Øā€šŸ‘©ā€šŸ‘§ā€šŸ‘¦šŸ’¼šŸŒ

 

Recording family history serves as a bridge connecting past, present, and future generations. It’s not just about cataloguing dates and events; it’s about capturing the essence of what motivates a family through time. These stories, woven from the threads of individual experiences, triumphs, and challenges, help future generations understand their roots. They provide a sense of identity and belonging, offering insights into the values and decisions that have shaped their heritage. This rich tapestry of familial lore becomes a treasured legacy, enlightening and inspiring those who seek to find their place in the story of their lineage.

I have been documenting my Lindsay family heritage ( my father’s side of the family) n my blog for a number of years.

I am a 6th generation dairy farmerā€™s daughter of a 5th generation dairy farmer who turned beef farmer as soon as the opportunity arose. I can always remember my father telling me from a very early age ā€œLynne never ever learn to milk a cowā€

Today I am going to share with you how the family dairy tradition continues today on my mother’s side of the family.

Robyn Lindsay ( nee Chittick )

My mother was the daughter of Robert Charles Chittick who was the son of Henry Chittick

This is the first in a series of four blogs outlining her family’s journey to dairy farm in Australia beginning with very humbly the 1880’s and proudly continuing today.

This family’s story is a poignant reminder of the power of faith and the resilience of the human spirit.

The remarkable tale of the Chittick family unfolds in the rugged mountain terrains of Ireland, where Gustavus Chittick, a prosperous farmer, managed a significant 40-acre estate. Born to Thomas Chittick and Eleanor Sharp, Gustavus’s life took a joyful turn when he wed Jane Moffat, a daughter from a neighboring farm, on December 30, 1851.

Tragedy struck when Gustavus, at the age of 32, met his untimely demise in a steeplechasing accident, leaving Jane a widow with eight young children. In an era when women were neither expected nor encouraged to take on such burdens, Jane defied the odds. With unwavering determination, she managed the family farm for fifteen years.

The year 1880 marked a turning point when Jane decided to embark on a bold journey to Australia, a land she believed brimmed with opportunity. With her brother, James Moffat of Gerringong, awaiting her arrival, she planned meticulously for the future, selling her property and entrusting Ā£1000 to her brother for the purchase of a new farm.

Armed with hope and her six sons and two daughters, Jane set sail on the Samuel Plimsoll, leaving behind her homeland.Ā Despite the perils that such a voyage entailed, especially for a woman without a husband, the family looked forward to a new beginning.

However, fate had other plans. As the Samuel Plimsoll neared Sydney, Jane fell ill with what was later diagnosed as typhoid fever. Upon arrival, they rushed to the residence of her brother-in-law, James Maxwell, in Sydney. Despite all efforts, Jane Chittick passed away on August 20, 1880, without seeing the dreams for her family fulfilled.

Further anguish followed when the family discovered that their entrusted funds had been misappropriated, leaving them with barely enough to start anew. Yet, the true inheritance Jane and Gustavus passed on to their children was not of material wealth but of indomitable spirit, integrity, and the relentless pursuit of a better life.

The Chittick siblings, guided by their uncle’s wisdom and the support of esteemed community members, thrived against all odds. Known for their entrepreneurial spirit, horsemanship, and success in cattle breeding, the Chittick brothers made a name for themselves. Their commitment to the community, service in local government, and unwavering church loyalty were testaments to their character.

The source of my blogs ( text and photos) is from ā€œThe Chittick FamilyĀ Historyā€, as chronicled by Mr. J.H. Chittick, Ms. Betty Chittick and families. It can be found in the National Library of Australia, and its is an enduring testament to a family’s journey through hardship to prosperity.

I have done my best to blog it in a similar language to how it was documented in this book.

#ChittickFamilyLegacy #CourageousJourney #IrishHeritage #AustralianSettlers #HistoricVoyage #FamilyResilience #AncestralPride #FaithAndPerseverance #PioneerSpirit #CommunityBuilders #HeritageAndLegacy #GenerationsStrong

Remember my father’s famous words ” Lynne never learn to milk a cow” As it turns out these famous words have inspired a book

Never Learn to Milk a Cow: A Psychologist Writes to His Teenage ChildrenĀ ā€“ January 14, 2009 byĀ Carlos W. Davis, Jr. Ph.D.Ā 

The blurb from the book

Never Learn To Milk A Cow was the only advice his grandmother gave to his mother before she married his father. On a challenge from his wife, Carlos Davis, psychologist and father writes for his teenage children what he thinks he knows and what he wants them to know. These nineteen insightful essays were offered in a spirit of gratitude to his kids and they offer guidance and hope to everyone who struggles with conveying their experience and wisdom to those they love.

and this from Facebook

Remembering those who came before us – Part 3

Continuing the stories of my family treasures.

This one is a real treasure ( both of monetary and sentimental value ) and hence is stored in a safety deposit box to be given to next gen who will value it

As mentioned in Remembering those who came before us – Part 2 Eric Lindsay and his brothers were very impressive footballers and tennis players

Way back in the early 20th century when you won a premiership you got “real” gold medals

Charlie Lindsay played 1st Grade football for Port Kembla and they must have won the comp in 1922

Eric Lindsay and Charlie Lindsay played 1st Grade football for Dapto and they must have won the premiership in 1919

In 1906 Eric Lindsay won the Junior Tennis Championship and again his win was celebrated with “real” gold

and they all came with this beautiful “real” gold fob chain

I decided to keep up the family tradition and had my son’s national ski championship awards replicated in gold and added to the family history fob chain. I am confident the next gen will value them as much as me.

Whilst it is sad they are kept locked away, I would be devasted if I wore the fob chain and lost them and just having the capacity to share their story gives me great joy

See Part One and Part Two of this series

 

Remembering those who came before us – Part Two

I am very fortunate that my great Aunt Soey and my grandmother Ethel Lindsay shared some of the Lindsay family treasures with me

Aunty Soey provided little stories with hers – which were jottings sometimes on envelopes and others info she gathered as she talked to others. I asked her for a photo of my grandfather Walter Lindsay ( bottom row -2nd from the right) This was the only photo she could find. Apparently he wasn’t keen to have his photo taken because he had a hair lip and cleft palate which couldn’t be repaired in his lifetime. See more about Walter hereĀ 

I also have my grandfather’s bible

Aunty Soey also gave me these, also with little stories

Firstly I am super excited to have pix of the majority of actors in these stories

Left to Right Eric (Gug) Lindsay, Doris ( Dos) Lindsay and Soey Dunster

So here is the story…

According to family legend Eric was a pretty impressive sportsman and played first grade football for Dapto. He won the teapot stand for being MVP

The Teapot and the Jug were handed down from Tommy Lindsay and Lizzie Lindsay who lived at Kembla Park ( see previous story )

This little snippet from Illawarra Pioneers ( see below ) explains all the lineage of family members

Walter, Eric and Doris LindsayĀ Ā 

Tommy and Lizzie ( Lavinia)

Thank you to the team behind Illawarra Pioneers for their commitment to record keeping

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See the next post in the series here

Remembering those who came before us – Part One

I am excited that my house decluttering has revealed a number of photos and stories I wasnt aware I had and I am delighted to share them with you

Firstly my aunt Ruth Rae ( nee Lindsay) wrote this article about my grandparents and my great Uncle Eric (who we all called Gug)

Walter (Bottom Row 2nd from Right in 1920s ) * (see bottom of post ) and Eric Lindsay ( in 1960s ) were Dapto dairy farmers who operated WD & ES Lindsay, later to be called Lindsay Bros.

The farm was located in Darkes Rd, Dapto what is now Integral Energy Park, Landform Gardens, Dapto Automotive and Australian Motorlife Museum

 

Walter and Eric began to value add (to use a modern expression) to their dairy farming activity by becoming vendors of milk. Eric was the entrepreneur (to use another modern expression) and Walter the anchor man. To upgrade the herd Eric went to New Zealand and bought a prize bull.

At its height, Lindsay Bros was retailing more milk in the Wollongong-Port Kembla district than any other firm including the Dairy Farmers Cooperative Milk Company. Some 8 or 9 farmers in the district sold their milk to Lindsay Bros, where it was cooled, stored and distributed through some 3 domestic milk runs and a wholesale network that included almost every milk bar and general store from Dapto in the south to Austinmer and Coaldale in the north.
Eric would go to bed early and set off in the wee small hours with a laden truck to start the dayā€™s distribution. Particularly in the hot months he would leave the milk in the cool room till the last possible time necessitating the early rising.

After the war draconian and unfair government regulations were imposed that forced all other farmers to sell their milk only to a government agent which was the rival Dairy Farmers Milk Cooperative.

With the loss of their major source of supply, Lindsay Bros were forced to sell their domestic business and retain only the wholesale business in the city of Wollongong itself. Their milk was subjected to regular and intrusive testing, while that of the rival company was not, but was always found to be well above the prescribed norms.

Eric bought the farm, “Kembla Park” and a subsidiary dairy was set up to augment the supply of milk.

Location of the Kembla Park farmĀ  betweenĀ  RickardĀ  RdĀ  andĀ  Waples RdĀ  Unanderra

Lindsay Bros also bought a small farm at Albion Park to run dry and young stock, but the retail business was only a shadow of its former size. The company could not afford or warrant upgrading its machinery to enable processing and pasteurization which were beginning to be an important part of the industry and the business and herd were sold in 1958.

The sale of the herd attracted buyers from across Australia

The Dairy Farmers Coop bought the plant which they scrapped to forestall potential competitors but the herd, which had become well known for its productivity in the State herd testing scheme, attracted excellent prices for the time. Walter was 65 at this time and Eric 64 so retirement was timely option.

After the business was sold the garden became a pleasant hobby for Walter and Eric.

The Kararra garden regularly won the open section of the Wollongong Garden CompetitionĀ 

Walter always had a love of nature and knew all the birds around the farm. He watched them nesting and was so determined that they would not be disturbed that he told nobody about it.

See next post hereĀ 

* Who else is in the photo

Top row Left to Right Billy Bovard, Ted Smith, Charlie Lindsay, Jack Bovard.

Bottom Left to Right Hessel Lindsay, Roy Lindsay, Walter Lindsay, Arthur Lindsay.

What is the Lindsay connection

Hessel and Arthur ( whose first names where John and William)

Charlie, Roy (Joseph) and Walter ( my side of the family)

Illawarra Mercury (Wollongong, NSW : 1856 – 1950), Friday 24 October 1930, page 9

OBITUARY.Ā MR. JOHN LINDSAY.

Mr. John Lindsay, a member of one of the pioneer families of the Illawarra, died suddenly at his home, West Horsley, Dapto, on Sunday evening, aged 73 years. He had only returned home on Friday after a holiday trip in the Western districts, and appeared in the best of health. The late Mr. Lindsay was born near Unanderra, and was a son of the late Mr. John Lindsay, of Kembla Park, who was a noted breeder of Ayrshire cattle. The late Mr. Lindsay was also a noted cattle breeder, and met with many successes at agricultural exhibitions. For many years he was a member of the committee of the Dapto A. & H. Society, and at the time of his death was one of the trustees of the Society; he was also a Churchwarden of St. Luke’s Church of England, Brownsville. He was held in very high esteem in the district, being a man of very high principles, his word being his bond. The funeral on Tuesday was one of largest ever seen in the district. A short service was held in St. Luke’s Church of England, prior to the interment in the cemetery attached to the Church grounds. The Rev. O’Neil, an old friend of the family, and the Rev. Chapple were the officiating clergy. The late Mr. Lindsay was predeceased by his wife some four years ago, and he is survived by five sons, Messrs. Charles, Walter, Eric, Harold and Hilton, and four daughters, Misses Muriel, Estelle, Doris, and Hilda. One son, Roy, died some years ago. Messrs. George, Thomas, and Charles Lindsay are brothers, and Mrs. E. T. Evans, Dapto, and Miss Lindsay, Kembla Park, are sisters of the deceased. Mr. Charles and Miss Hilda Lindsay had just arrived in Tasmania on a holiday trip, when they received the news of their father’s death. They immediately crossed to Melbourne and arrived in Sydney on Wednesday by means of one of the aeroplanes of National Airways Ltd. We extend our sympathy to the bereaved family. SourceĀ 

I am smiling for some bizarre reason whilst I have no photos of the women in my family from this era, I have plenty of photos of them at my wedding in 1978 ( they were stayers)

 

Memories of my Father

RIP John Lawrence Lindsay 18th June 1930- 9th February 2023

My dad, John Lindsay, in his happy placeĀ 

Over the years I have written a number of posts featuring my father here andĀ  hereĀ and hereĀ andĀ hereĀ 

I invited him to share with me his journey but I never managed to persuade him. There is a believe in the digital age that if you are not on Google you don’t exist. At this point in time its my memories of my father that document his life. I think that’s sad because my memories are a little tainted by my PhD in judgment

This post will be work in progress – I will use it to document the memories as I reflect

My memories of my father are crisp

He loved his dog Lucy and Lucy was his nickname for me so I will take that as a sign

John and Lucy in October 2013 – with special thanks to Colin Seis for making my dad happyĀ 

We are all products of our life experiences and the decisions we make are often a result of some of the first things our parents say to us.

My father was the first born son of a pioneer Illawarra dairy farming family and he hated milking cows.

A well remembered mantra to his children growing upĀ  was “never learn to milk a cow”

My father convinced his father to sell the dairy farm at Dapto and buy a farm for us at Cowra – my father leading a cow at the sale of the herd in 1958

He was a traditionalist.Ā  Another mantra that is front of mind is “the first born son always inherits the farm”

When you are told from an early age boys are more important than girls and you have a highly competitive nature, you may be very determined to disrupt the status quo. At times I feel it has consumed me

Some things I remember

My father had a great eye for a good show horse. He could spot potential everywhere, driving past a paddock, at the knackery and other people’s cast off’s

My brother, sister and I were all good show riders – but it was the competitive spirit in me that my father tapped into to realise the potential of the “bargains” he picked up

 

My father was very proud of his haymaking skills

Early days on the farm at Cowra in the early 1960s

My father loved raising prime angus steaks for your table.

The look on his face when he topped the sale yard

My father was a disciple of the Ford XR6 and belonged to that special group of octogenarians who drive utes with low profile tyres

He even had a short term career as a brand ambassador

John Lindsay – influencer šŸ˜Š

and on this day 45 years ago

I imagine over the next few weeks I will locate the photo albums and more memories will surface

We can all spend our lives trying to convince one person we are worthy OR you can recognise your inherent value and worth by accepting yourself completely while focusing on building your self-worth.

Acceptance includes being kind to yourself, allowing yourself to be vulnerable and human and to treat yourself with compassion.

Please share with me what you are doing to look after you?

#movementofchange

and a big shoutout to my dad’s next door neighbours The Jamiesons – they are magnificent humans and the best of the best of neighbours – they took very good care of my dad whilst his family were far away.

and from the heart

Legacy of Echoes: A Patriarch’s Path”

In the crisp corridors of memory’s lane,

A father’s tale, etched with joy and pain.

Lucy, his dog a loyal companion, a love profound,

A thread woven in life’s tapestry, tightly bound.

Born to a dairy farming pioneer’s name,

He detested milking cows, yet played life’s game.

A first-born son, tradition’s weight he bore,

A mantra echoed, an age-old lore.

“Never learn to milk a cow,” he’d decree,

A patriarch’s voice, shaping destiny.

From Dapto’s dairy fields to Cowra’s embrace,

He moulded our fate, in life’s endless chase.

A traditionalist at heart, his creed held fast,

“The first-born son inherits the vast.”

In the echo of privilege, a narrative spun,

Where sons were favored, and daughters outrun.

Competitive spirits, a family forged,

In a world where boys were urged,

To inherit the farm, the legacy prime,

A challenge issued across the time.

Show horses and bargains, a keen eye’s sight,

A legacy of prowess, woven tight.

Prime angus steaks for the table to grace,

A father’s pride in life’s vibrant race.

Haymaking skills, a craft honed with pride,

In the golden fields where ambitions ride.

Topping the sale yards, a triumphant gaze,

In the competitive dance of life’s displays.

XR6 engines and utes with low profile tyres might,

A brand ambassador, an unexpected height.

John Lindsay, an influencer, a patriarch’s role,

In the narrative of a life, a significant scroll.

Yet, in the shadow of a patriarch’s decree,

A daughter’s heart, a spirit so free.

For in a world where boys were deemed grand,

A relentless spirit, a determined stand.

The echoes of patriarchy, a complex strain,

Yet within, resilience and strength remain.

Acceptance whispers in the winds of time,

A daughter’s journey, a rhythm sublime.

For in self-acceptance, the true worth found,

A legacy disrupted; a new path crowned.

Kindness to self, vulnerability embraced,

In compassion’s arms, a sacred space.

In the legacy of echoes, a truth to unfold,

A daughter’s story, resilient and bold.

Beyond the patriarchy’s intricate art,

She finds her worth, a brand-new start.

 

 

A little bit of family history scandal makes fascinating reading

With a close friend currently doing dairy genomic research in Ireland I was inspired to try and locate my family origins and see if she was close by

Both sides of my family arrived in the Illawarra region of NSW via Ireland between 1830 and 1841.

By the time I found myself back to my dairy roots, my father’s family hadn’t been dairying for 20 years and family history was rarely discussed

But as they were early settlers there is no shortage of family history online and I must admit I was fascinated by the evocative language of the time. The obituaries (see bottom of page) in particular make compelling reading.

And I am so glad I did this research I just would have loved to have known my great, great grandfather. It appears he was a bit of a trendsetter, didn’t mind standing out from the crowd and had his fair share of knockers.

John LIndsay

This is how he is recorded in local history – don’t you love the language

‘John Lindsay was one of the leaders in the dairy industry. John was an innovative thinker, willing to take risks in building up his dairy cattle. He owned a herd of Ayrshire dairy cattle that was the envy of his peers.

Lindsay was born in Ireland, in 1832, arriving in Australia in 1841 on the Orestes. Ā In 1878, John created a minor scandal when he purchased ā€œThe Earl of Beaconsfieldā€™, an Ayrshire bull, for 100 pounds ($200). Local farmers thought this was foolish and extravagant. These cattle enabled him to make his herd outstanding, producing prized dairy products and show animals for many years. A daughter of Lord Beaconsfield named Honeycomb was declared the Champion Cow of the World in 1889 wining 62 ribbons and producing 36 litres of milk per day.

and the fabulous HoneyComb

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Cows in Australia today can produce up to 120 litres per day and over 23,000 litres per year and some 160,000 plus litres in their lifetime. One of the key visual differences isĀ the length of the cows teats. In 1889 it was preferential for cows to have longer teats because they were milked by hand.

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Today their teats are much shorter, their udders more compact and cows have been bred to have the ability to produce large volumes of milk from increased feed conversion efficiency ( that is ability to turn grass into milk very efficiently) which means they generate less green house gas emissions per litre of milk produced.

I am confident my great, great grandfather would be very excited about the dairy cows of the 21st century and would be enthralled by the genomic research that Dr Jo Newton is doing in Ireland. I feel a guest blog coming on

*Ā  the obituaries make compelling reading. This is how the death of my great, great grandfather’s younger brother was reported

THE LATE MR. T. F. LINDSAY.
As briefly stated in last issue, Mr. T. F. Lind
say, of Unanderra, died somewhat unexpectedly
at his residence on Friday afternoon. Mr.
Lindsay had been in his usual state of health
Thursday, on which day he was engaged branding
calves. While overheated, he drank rather
copiously of water, and in the afternoon com
plained of severe cramps in the stomach. Dr.
Thompson was sent for, and pronounced the
attack one of British cholera, at the same time hold
ing out little hope of recovery. Though everything
that medical skill could devise was done, Mr.
Lindsay, after a brief illness of less than
twenty-four hours, but which was very severe
while it lasted, succumbed to the dread malady
in the afternoon of Friday. Mr. Lindsay being
widely known throughout the district and
deservedly held in the highest esteem, a very
large concourse of people had assembled at his
late residence at noon (the hour fixed for the
funeral), but a telegram having been received by
the family from an only sister of the deceased
gentleman who resided near Melbourne to the
effect that she was leaving by the express train,
and asking to delay the funeral if possible, the
mournful procession was delayed until 2 o’clock.
The funeral cortege was one of the largest ever
seen in this district. On reaching St. Luke’s,
the coffin was conveyed into the church, where
the Rev. J. Stack, the incumbent, conducted a
short service, after which the body was consigned
to the tomb in close proximity to the graves of
the deceased’s lamented father and mother
and other members of the family, Rev.
J. Stack again officiating. The late Mr.
Lindsay was of a genial and kindly disposition,
and universally esteemed for his many virtues.
For some years past he took a warm interest in
municipal matters, and occupied a seat in the
Central Illawarra Council. He also took an
active part in the formation and furthering of the
interests of the Unanderra dairy factory, of
which he was also a director. Like the rest of
the family of that name, he was a successful
dairyman, and at all times took a prominent part
in connection with the Dapto Agricultural and
Horticultural Society, being an active member of
the committee up to the time of his death. The
deceased gentleman was the youngest member of
the Lindsay family, and was almost a native of
the district, being only one year old when he
arrived here with his parents. He died in the
full strength and vigor of his manhood, having
only reached the age of 49 when he was thus
suddenly cut off. He leaves behind him (in ad
dition to other relatives to mourn their loss) a
widow and twelve children, the ages of the latter
ranging almost from infancy to well on towards
25 years.

Don’t expect to see positive change if you surround yourself with negativity

As soon as you pass through the magnificent avenue of trees at GundowringaĀ at CrookwellĀ you realise you have arrived at a farm steeped in heritage

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Charlie PrellĀ inspiredĀ by theĀ visionariesĀ who came before himĀ 

On your left is the 160-year-old Ā woolshed that in its heyday accommodated 16,000 sheepĀ and the stone shearer’s quarters built in 1916

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Today it sleeps up to 18 to supplement the farm’s income through fly fishing and farmstay opportunities

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On your right is a stone cottage of the same era and to the right of the stone cottage stands the pavilion that once overlooked the cricket oval

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But the piĆØce de rĆ©sistance is the homestead. Everything else is a reminder of when the country rode on the sheepā€™s back. The homestead underpins why the family is so committed to making farming work for them and the generations to come in the 21st Century

Gundowringa Homestead was built by Chas E Prell in 1905 out of basalt and granite and roof tiles that were used asĀ ballastĀ on ships doing the round trip from UK to AustraliaĀ 

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Chas E Prell – the first of 5 generations of the Prell family on Gundowringa

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The gardens were laid out while the house was being built. There are some very impressive large trees, some now over 100 years old. Including what is believed to be the oldest and largest Linden grown in this country. Other breathtaking species include an evergreen example of the liquid amber family the Liquidamber festerii

It was the rose garden and the horizontal elm, with the flattened canopy designed to allow you to walk under that caught my eye.

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The house has maid’s quarters and when first built visitors were greeted at the door by a butler. At the height of the wool boom the property supported thirty jobs

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The homestead was adapted to use as farmstay accommodation in 2000 by Charlie’s parents Jeff and Jess Prell until Jess death in 2008

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Jeff Prell – a man with every right to be proud of what his family has achieved and the perfect host to share his family heritage past

Jeff has found love again and married local artist Margaret Shepherd whose studio and artworks bring a new vibrancy to the homestead

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The current generation have a lot to inspire them and inspired they are. Inspired to adapt and move with the times. Inspired to respect the landscape and work in partnership with it

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Jeff and Charlie Prell marching into the futureĀ 

Like his great grandfather and his namesake Charlie Prell knows that pioneers who advocate and help drive change are often initially perceived as being radical in the extreme particularly by people entrenched in the past

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Charlie Prell – a bright future relies on innovation and making the most of the ssets you haveĀ 

What we often forget is what traditionally sets people like Charlie and his great grandfather apart is their commitment to the greater good. Charlie Prell has leased part of Gundowringa to a company who will install a wind farm. He is also helping farmers across Australia find alternate fresh income streams from renewable energy technology.

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The site of the future Gundowringa Windfarm

Charlie is using part of his new stream of passive income to reinvigorate and drought proof the farm and embrace the opportunities that the combination of the diverse income streams of renewable energy, tourism and food and fibre production offer to sustaining generations of Prell family members as long as they wish to remain there.

Nobody will ever be able to say that Charlie Prell is a victim of the disconnect between reality of the vargaries of farming and the idealism of the view that food and fibre production alone will keep Australian farming families in business for the long haul in the 21st Century

Today itā€™s hard to believe that the now acknowledged visionary Chas E Prell the man who epitomised the ā€œproducing more with lessā€™ ethos and pioneered pasture improvement utilising superphosphate fertiliser was in his time considered a maverick who didn’t follow convention.Ā Its a reminder that its important not to forget the past. Whatā€™s even more important is to learn from it.

Change is the law of life

I recently heard some-one say the jobs available in ten yearsā€™ time to young people currently in primary school wont have been heard of today.Ā My greatest hope is that agriculture becomes a visionary in learning from its past and embracing the opportunities a partnership between farmers and nature offers

 

 

 

 

Todays Youth Tomorrows Farmer

Last weekend I went back to my roots and visited my dad who I have always called John

John is one of a large number of farmers who are contributing to the rising age of the average farmer i.e. still going strong at 83.

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John and Lucy

I always thought the ā€˜average age of farmersā€™ figures are pretty woolly in that farmers who continue to live where they work never retire.

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Just to prove my point meet John’sĀ  next door neighbour also called John (on the bike – check out my John’s hot Ute) 82 years oldĀ  and still running a slick operation his farmĀ 

As my John says “what would I do”.Ā  Indeed unless your lifelong dream is to spend your retirement travelling the world then where better to spend your time than doing what you love best. clip_image003

In my dadā€™s case that is growing prime Angus steaks for your table

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And growing the best pasture he can (and conserving it) to make sure those cows he loves so much are well fed

Now my dad is still waiting for his son to return to the farm.

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Things where looking up 3 years ago when all his worldly possession arrived on the door step

But he wasĀ lured away by lucrative offers from the mining companies and my dad lives for the time he comes home on short breaks as he is this week. I will do a whole blog post on my dad and his farm shortly.

We know young people are the key to success for agriculture and I know agriculture has talented young people ready to take on the challenge. Young people with fire in their bellies taking every opportunity to generate a buzz around Australian agricultureĀ Ā  .

I know this because I work with these exciting young people every day

This weekend I am down in Bega and taking time out to visit two of these dynamos inĀ  Art4Agriculture Young Dairy Farming Champions, Andrew Dā€™Arcy and Tom Pearce.

Both Tom and Andrew have been farming side by side with their dads ever since they left school (and in reality since the day they were tall enough to put cups on cows)

The Pearce family lives on Pearceā€™s Rd as you do when generations of your family have farmed in the one spot. My dad lives on a road named after his farm

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940 acres of rolling hills, bush and pasture. The pasture is currently 50:50 perennials to annuals with the traditional kikuyu base over sown with perennial and annual ryegrass, chicory and plantain over sown with oats in the autumn for those into the technical

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Norm and Tom Pearce work side by side to milk 260 cows in a 16 aside swing over herringbone dairy

The farm is beautiful

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And the cowsĀ  _

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and their offspring are happy and contented

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ThisĀ  one peeking around the corner of the tree is a bit like Tomā€™s dad a bit camera shy

The farm is heaped in tradition and I so enjoyed the walk from the ā€˜newā€™ dairy up to the original walk through dairy where the cows where milked by hand up until the 1950ā€™s

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Tomā€™s sister is getting married shortly here and you can see the views will make for great wedding photos

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The Pearceā€™s have recently installed a K-Line irrigation system to improve water use efficiency. Whilst they have a 560 mega litre water license , they currently only have a 40% allocation. Water is indeed a very expensive and very precious water resource.

You can check out how K-Line irrigation works in this great little vid

Tom Pearce is of course the farmer who puts the cheese on your cracker

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and was recently immortalized on the front of Bega’s Colby CheeseTom-Pearce-Farmers-Tasty-Cheese_thumb.jpg

Tomorrow I am off to visit the Andrew Dā€™Arcy. Wow wait till you see the technology on Team Dā€™Arcy’s farm

BTW Curious like I was what this is

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Tom tells me this is an antique wooden ice chest now home to Roger the Rat