


Last Wednesday (25 Feb) my Aunty Dympna and younger sister Loretta (Ret) excitedly headed off in the car to revisit the family stamping ground in New South Wales. First stop was Yamba, just over an hour south of Ballina. We admired the view of the beach, then had a coffee break before driving inland with our compass set due West, with the celtic town of Glen Innes in our sights. Rainstorms were predicted, but the day was perfect with no rain until about 30 mins from our destination. Now a road trip with three women isn't complete without a stop along the way to check out a shop or two, so we plotted to have lunch in Grafton. My friend Jen had mentioned that the Lincraft store there had a good scrapbook section and we enjoyed perusing the knitting and other crafts. After that break we were only 2 hrs from our destination, crossing the Great Dividing Range, Australia's most substantial mountain range and the 4th largest in the world. The scenery during this part of the drive alternated between wide open pasture land where cattle and sheep grazed, to eucalypt forests, creeks, and typical scrub. We stopped the car at Bellbird Pass, as my Aunt said you could always hear the Bellbirds here, but to our dismay we couldn't hear any bellbirds at all! We got back in the car and came to another pass, and this time got out to check the view. Lo and behold, the sound of bellbirds was almost deafening, yet so 'pure'. Listen to the video clip to hear what we heard and see the scene we were witnessing.
Each of us was very keen to divert off the beaten track and find our great-grandparent's farm at Red Range, 30 mins from Glen Innes. We found Red Range Road, and the GPS said we were at Red Range, but all that we saw were two occupied houses and not a store or anything else. We couldn't even find anyone to ask questions. Mind you, even in its hey day, Red Range was apparently only a hardware store owned by our ancestors, and a few houses on local farms.
Glen Innes, with a population of 7,870, held some nice memories for all of us. My grandparents owned 3 houses in the town, and one of them became my dad's house. He never lived in it, apart from short visits. It was where my sister and I spent 3 months while Mum & Dad were on holidays from the Northern Territory. We attended the local school which gave our parents time to have to themselves. I took a photo of the old house at 29 Church St for the family to see. Around 5.30pm we checked into our motel and before I had opened the zip on my overnight bag, I expected to hear the champagne cork pop. As it happened, the cork was very stubborn, so I offered to go and find a strong man to pull it out. I went walking and found a young couple outside their motel room, and the guy was very obliging - the fact that he was a young Frenchman in his late twenties and recently out from the south of France gave me an opportunity to use my schoolgirl French. Oh yes, and after much struggling and resorting to breaking the cork then using a corkscrew, he got the cork out! The chilled strawberry champagne was delicious. The three of us toasted our absent family and then ambled across to the in-house steak restaurant. Another wonderful day, celebrated.
Our first port of call the next morning was a visit to the Australian Standing Stones which are the official national monument to honour Australia's Celtic pioneers. They comprise a circle of 24 stones representing the 24 hours of the day, 4 cardinal stones marking true north, south, east and west. When viewed from above with the other 24 stones, they form the Southern Cross, our star constellation. There are another 7 stones marking the summer & winter solstices, the longest and shortest days of the year. The main focus of our journey was to see Ben Vale, the property where my dad and our Aunt grew up, and then continue the 10 km into Emmaville (population 400) where Aunty Dympna's two brothers (my uncles) are buried in an old, unused cemetery. The old house no longer stands on Ben Vale, but the shed my grandfather built is still there. We walked along the old driveway, the same route our dad walked and rode his horse and bicycle on, and our Aunty was able to share her nostalgia. It was very special for all of us. She told us that when she was born in 1924, her parents had just bought a 1923 Buick and were the first family in the district to own a motorised vehicle. They had used horse drawn vehicles up until then.
Our next stop was the town of Emmaville, noting there wasn't much there but a post office, general store and a primary school, but it did have two churches and two pubs! Typical aussie country town. In front of the Catholic Church were the most beautiful roses, which I have used on the photo collage. The trumpet flower on the other collage was a wildflower growing profusely on the highway heading to Casino once we left Emmaville.
The directions we were given to locate the old, unused cemetery were spot on. It is now on private property, but we found it nestled under gum trees and overgrown. There were only about 60 graves there, and it didn't take long to locate the graves of the two Ryall brothers. We were all surprised by how emotional we felt. Eddie died aged 20 years in 1933 and his brother Maurice died in 1944 aged 34 years. RIP. We believe our dad, Greg Ryall, would have been chuffed to be looking down and seeing two of his daughters with his sister making the pilgrimage back into our history. All in all it is a trip the three of us will always remember fondly.
Bellbird Video: Remember to press the arrow to start the video.