Review: Gum – The story of eucalypts & their champions, Ashley Hay

1st published by Duffy & Snellgrove 2002, 2nd Edition published by New South 2021
Narrative non-fiction
Award-winning writer; novelist and essayist
Foundation of Australian Literary Studies’ Colin Roderick Award
NSW Premiers Literary Awards |People’s Choice
UNSW Press Bragg Prize for Science Writing
Editor of the Griffith Review
Ashley Hay is a novelist and writer, and for a number of years editor of the Griffith Review.

Gum, her second foray in ‘narrative non-fiction’, comprises 10 essays loosely connected on
the theme of the genus Eucalyptus, from observations by Europeans – English and French –
on first sighting the grey green forests blanketing the eastern coasts of Australia and Tasmania; to the endeavours of naturalists and systematic botanists to civilise this continental family of wooded plants that dominated the Australian floral canopy from south to north and east to west; to capturing the imagination of European artists, explorers, writers and poets, challenging all to reassess their educated ways of looking.

The peculiarly Australian allure of the eucalypts has induced a morbid, compulsive response: from Banks’ commissioned but never published florilegium comprising expensively engraved lithographic plates of botanical material accumulated on the first Endeavour voyage, never printed in his lifetime; to Max Jacobs’ globe-trotting promotion of eucalypts as a wonder crop for developing countries in the equatorial zones; to Stan Kelly’s ambitions of illustrating the upwards of 900 identified species using specimens he began collecting while driving trains across the continent; to William Macarthur’s display of timber samples presented at the Paris Exposition of 1855; and wrapped up in Murray Bail’s gothic novel Eucalyptus requiring a suitor to meet the father’s challenge of reciting in alphabetical order species names for the three hundred trees planted out on his block.

It is happy hunting ground for Hay, who like the father in Eucalyptus has absorbed the rich emanations of this tree as an emblem of what it is to feel truly Australian. Her stories are of obstinate, driven individuals; of delusions and dead ends; of a brotherhood of solace and folly. She would have us see the story within a larger story of the European desire to subdue the landscape; reduce its native forests to usable products; and order for the eye, accustomed to full shade or none; to straight lines and worked planks; to fuel or fibre. Indeed this second enlarged edition twenty years after first publication indicates a degree of absorption by the author herself.

A fair weight is given to Michael Jacobs’ role in popularising eucalypts as a replacement fuel source for poor countries in the tropics. Gums provide a fast-growing cash crop, holding soil, while valuable as construction material. The message caught the same wave as Norman Bourlaugh’s revolutionary high yield grain varieties that fuelled the drive to lift the world out of poverty, hunger and environmental decline. Hay takes the story forward to its less than glorious dénouement.

Perhaps it is in the nature of narrative nonfiction that we are invited to accept the jolts as we move from a case history in botanical systematics; to the founding of the Melbourne Botanical Gardens; to the fight for the forests in the 1970s; to debates over fire in the Australian landscape. My disappointment was in the subject scatter. The rapid spread of the genus to all corners of the continent and its adaptation to all climates, soils and elevations, something that has occupied observers from the time of the First Fleet to latest speculation with the onset of major climate shifts, is raised but not pursued. We learn about forestry, and its attendant politics and practice from the perspective of those defending old growth eucalyptus forests from clear felling. We have insight to the European reaction to gum dominated landscape; we have hints on the management of this landscape pre-settlement; and a delightful story of trees woven into the account of first contact in Botany Bay.

As narrative it succeeds, but I do have reservations on accuracy – eg the reference to 1080 on page 192 is not correct; water tables tend to rise when trees are felled (contrary to what is said at p197) – and, surprisingly, editing could have been more thorough. Mitchell is an important figure in the history of settlement. I was disappointed to find his practice of clearing peaks of trees to obtain lines of sight conflated with an ambition to subdue the landscape: he, like most in the colonial administration, was trained to a role. The transcribed field log of the trip the author refers to – when Mitchell called on the dying Oxley on his way out – gives a different picture of the man. Despite valuable notes and references, the lack of an index is a drawback in an essay collection based on extensive and often deep reading.

Gum as a companion for a south coast beach holiday is hard to beat. Skip over the sweeping declarations; glory in the sideways glances; absorb the histories of men alone in the landscape with their obsessions and the monuments they create. But don’t neglect the landmark references from which this author has drawn. Indeed her expansive bibliography is a true anchor to this endeavour in the tradition of Anne Moyal’s Platypus, Eric Rolls’ A Million Wild Acres, and George Seddon’s Searching for the Snowy.1st published by Duffy & Snellgrove 2002, 2nd Edition published by New South 2021

Review: Boundary Crossers

The hidden history of Australia’s other bushrangers by Meg Foster, UNSW Press 2024

Travelling up the New England Highway at the start of the university term I would pass the giant granite tors of the Moonbis, a range of hills glowering over the Tamworth plain, gateway to the New England Plateau. One of these natural monuments has been designated “Thunderbolt’s Rock” and adopted as a local landmark by the village of Uralla. The memory of Thunderbolt thus serves Uralla the way that the Kelly gang lives on in Glenrowan, although Captain Thunderbolt, an alias for Frederick Gardner, could boast none of their theatrics, nor their suitably fiery downfall. Thunderbolt’s last stand was a squib to a career that included his spectacular escape from Cockatoo Island aided (or not) by the gallant Mary Ann Bugg, one of Meg Foster’s subjects in her portraits of the other side of bushranging. My other youthful encounter was through Robbery Under Arms, Rolfe Boldrewood’s roistering tale of cattle rustling. The fictional protagonist Captain Starlight was modelled possibly on Harry Redford, not to be confused with Frank Pearson, a historical bushranger who went under the same name. There is a bridle path called Starlight’s track into the Nattai valley which would have provided a fine hideout for him, his confederates and their pilfered stock even if the association lacks credence. This boy’s own account has been spoofed delightfully by Randolph Stow in Midnite – the Story of a Wild Colonial Boy staring Captain Midnite and his ambiguous and ruthless siamese companion Khat, that high school students are encouraged to study for its historical and literary insights.

Meg Foster would have none of this. Bushranging was a trope to cement in the mind of Australians the ideal of manhood and defiance of authority: a blueprint for a white male version of history. They find their ends in prison gallows yards or unlamented in lonely graves, these men and boys who had taken to robbing settler huts and highways for a living. To expose the myth-making, Foster has provided four portraits of the hidden history: non-white, non-male and non-European miscreants, who had through a variety of circumstances taken to the roads as fugitives from the law.

We are introduced to Black Douglas, scourge of life on the Victorian goldfields; Sam Poo, a threat to law-abiding society in the Liverpool Plains; Mary Ann Bugg, masterful survivor and loyal concubine to Frederick Gardiner, the “gentleman bushranger”; and the Governor brothers, whose bloody deeds in turn of the century Mudgee have been celebrated in book (Thomas Keneally)  and film (Fred Schepisi). Foster takes pains with the stories behind these figures, choosing to frame them as overlooked or underwritten, or dismissed because they did not fit the still-prevailing racist and masculinist image of bushranging.

In Foster’s account, this image is too narrowly populated by fortune seekers or anti-establishment fugitives of various stripes within the European male genre. The haunted eyes in Nolan’s graphic strip are both anti-hero and anti-establishment, contrasting colonialism’s blue serge-denominated order with a sun-bleached empty landscape; while Peter Carey’s True History of the Kelly Gang reduces Irish revolt to a rough and ready soap opera: in both cases the flavour is male and white. Females and non-Europeans have no place in this story. Her subjects emerge from the shadows of history, and from court files, with whatever further documentation is available to rebalance the popular imaginary.

Foster has made a useful contribution to documenting life beyond the law in 19th-century Australian colonies. However, I am not sure that she has made her case: should we now champion these subjects rather than Captain Thunderbolt or members of the Kelly Gang? Should we concede that not being white and male did not bar anyone from breaking the law? Or should we note the miserable ends that those who were caught came to; and the clever ways others like Mary Bugg could game British Justice and the sexual mores of the time, to live out respectable lives? I do not see the fates of Douglas (never convicted of a capital crime, fading from view as a petty criminal), Poo (poorly defended in court, hanged for a murder he probably did not commit), or the Governors (hunted down but defiant, and hanged for a crime of passion that had little to do with robbery) as connected one to the other, nor as illustrating a suppression thesis. Each had a popular reception at the time; in no case was the justice handed down free from scrutiny; neither can it be said that justice was denied, despite popular sentiment favouring violent retribution.

The book is introduced with a page of encomiums from well-known authors and historians. I would not wish to gainsay them. However, I found its argument unconvincing, and too close to its origins as a research thesis; neither coherent nor refreshing. I am inclined to blame these shortcomings, not on Foster’s talents as a writer or historian, but on her argumentative framework. The bushranger topos will survive this assault, and anti-antiheroes such as those described by Foster emerge as interesting historical figures, each offering insights into mid- to late-century colonial society.

Review appearing in the Journal of the Royal Australian Historical Society, vol 109 part 2, Dec 2023

The Vacant Lot*

Patched grass-sward pools
Reflect a glimpse of un-owned space 

A Spur-winged plover picks a trail
Where once incidents were duly filed

At a desk bar keeping the public peace,
Below, cells for malefactors (now filled in)

But who will bring to earth
This village of the air dreamt up

In the perches of some smart-eyed bird
Prepared to swoop on vacant land?

We wait and watch, cross paths
Locked in a shape-evading sprawl

Standing for the pastel shades
On drawing boards, to list and paint

Or not. The ACTION bus will whisk away
As doing time has left the scene

Now settled sediment of suspended day
That held what is to come accused

Of consorting with what had once been

6dec2023sh.

*Belconnen Police Station that was

Take-off over Botany

Over there loiters the Kurnell literal
Where dunes once decked the bay
with snow

What’s left? low mounds hide drums of oil
Refined, sleekly grey but ageing,
Rapidly, as was the fashion

Plaguing the millenia upon millenia
As we now plague ours, displacing
A docile hour sparkling In the spring tide

Contrails like ghosts of passing tars
Harbour hopes of home
Reflected in the green shallow gut of water

An invisible trace
Marks our stride over sleeping land,
Compiled with our being by accident.

Beneath me now the slumbering hide
Of another earth,
Unseen and indifferent; our fate

As the fate of reefs past, of the teeming
Mastheads of ocean life feeding off
The cycle; as we feed.

Above, white clouds, shaken of shame
Still there, is that ghosted memory
In the Bay of Snows, a once was

Will be again, a reed bed made
That will tell its tale, soon,
Quite unintended, sheeted home

13 September 2015

Reference is to “Beyond Capricorn”, by Peter Trickett, that explores the likelihood of a Portuguese fleet charting the east coast of Australia in the early 16th century anticipating Cook’s rediscovery for the British a quarter millennium later. Both parties had something to say about what we now know as Botany Bay.

Happiness

A few words you said lay out the line,

As searched along, let out, teased, stretched, tied

An incendiary breath you said or did not say

So vacancy remains, scratched on the face before me;

Nil to add, yet contains somewhere a note of bliss –

Even the thought of it makes me happy.

You know, it skims the case, causes minutes to recede a little slower,

Escaped while skipping a moment’s work or thought or drive …

Beaumarchais, needing the exposure, builds the piece for a king and claims it for himself,

An exquisite folly to an ancienne regime, resting on borrowed time and music of the gods.

Slips to mind so I too can scrape a judgement from barrel lees

let these seconds cry, a reckless moment hung

On an average afternoon on an average day,

One that is measured in advance to carry weight.

But no joy in motion still It rests, and might misplay the steady passing beat,

That nails us to a solid sunny post with just a thread of doubt each way.

A moody shadow hides the hare, long crippled by the heat,

Time tracks its fate. Too late its passed that way.

Note: refers to the poem “Hare in Summer” by Flexmore Hudson, published in Australian Poets Speak, eds Colin Thiele and Ian Mudie, Rigby, 1961

A tree condemned

In the street in foul mood sunk

I passed a tree, of character I thought,

Whose sprawled and tortured trunk

Reeked of darkness, tempers taut

/So I paused and asked him thus

What ails thee mighty boscodies

He turned his head, and in a husk-

y voice Intoned his piece

/My days on earth appear cut short

The winter’s here, and no more do I

Appear to fit the standards taught

For street trees, smooth of limb and high

/So you see,  bland is the fate 

Bureaucracies

Have handed down. Proclaimed now at any rate

My rootedness is deemed to cease

/It pains me thus to make my peace 

Sure,  long age liberates the soul

From up and up of callow youth,

But more than that it grates my bole

/No heed to deep patrimony

I’m just a staid  embarrassment

To assuage the street-proud folk that see

Through mycorrhizal pediment

/They found better uses for the space

Curbed in concrete no light no air

To distract  the carapaced

Commuter, left nondescript a square

/Of greeny stuff, in sculpt’ arraying

Tendered and tamed and plaqued

Will more fittingly assuage the sting 

To payIng the privilege of a metered park 

/On come the lights,  the sun soon dips

My shoulders now brushed clean,

So still-sapped limbs can turn to chips

While only saw fly larvae keen.

/But if a fragrant oily spectre

Comes to haunt the city skies

Reflect how a carbon steely sector

Replaced a bosky compromise

/31may 2022

The Editor, London Review of Books

Father of the pedal

Tom Wells (LRB, 26 May) repatriates pedal fathering to France in the person of Pierre Lallement, patent filing around 1862. However moving one’s Draisine through pedals on the front wheel goes back another 18 years, according to Gerh. Minke’s Fietsen door de Eeuwen. A certain Mr Milius from Themar in Sachsen-Meiningen constructed steel pedals for the front wheel of his draisine in 1845, and was followed 8 years later and, independently, by Phillip Moritz Fischer, a mechanic from Schweinfurt. But the commercial breakthrough came when Michaux began making velocipedes incorporating this innovation, along with other significant design improvements, a couple of years after Fischer. Michaux Velocipedes spread throughout France as a result of showings at the Great Paris Exhibition of 1855. Minke leaves Lallement out of the story, instead credits the firm Meyer who, using designs of Andre Guilmet, was first to let backwheel-driven bikes using cranks, pedals and chains onto the streets of Paris in 1868. Minke’s history of bicycles through the centuries appeared one hundred years later. Notwithstanding the achievements of earlier tinkerers, he crowns the blacksmith turned bicycle entrepreneur Michaux as, pace Wells/Herlihy, father of the pedal.

Stephen Horn

Canberra

18 June 2022

Treading Thin Air

The Editor

London Review of Books

28 Little Russell Street

London, WC1A 2HN

Down to the politics, it indeed comes (Geoff Mann, Treading Thin Air, LRB 7 Sept 2023). That is, the framework in which decisions affecting humans in their collectivity are formed, and actions flowing from – or leading up to – those decisions are constituted. Public policy is the domain for thinking about these things. It is the mirror of historical exegesis: what needs to be done to reach a predetermined state in the future, even to guarantee a recognisable future. It deals fundamentally with uncertainty up to the catastrophism Mann alludes to. The latter has many forms – it might be losing the next election; unforeseen consequences of floating the pound; bad weather – a heavy frost may cripple the rail network for days; wildfires can close air corridors; and so on. The super-catastrophisms from cascading climate events are similar. The structures we have for working with the future breakdown. We lose the comfort of systems of government; stability of borders; tolerances built into public structures; and engineered networks for dealing with the calamitous unknown. We discover we do not own the world as we know it; we are afraid for ourselves and of the unknown in our neighbours. Our Medean fears take over – threats on all sides to be responded with destruction of our enemies, natural or man-construed, as the collaborative, superorganismic Gaia in us dies – using the vocabulary essayed by Tim Flannery, in “Here on Earth, an argument for Hope”, text 2010*. For once science is not really our friend: yes it is reassuring that while things are bad and getting worse we can measure the rate, and devise ways of efficiently adapting; we can understand what is happening and model what may – is likely to –  happen. But we do not have the language to move out of the vortex of poor – catastrophic, risky – actions; to a public policy sphere construed around new economies aligned with an expanded understanding of our place in the cosmos. Novel governance mechanisms, drawing on arguments for Hope – whether Flannery’s or his successors’, are there to be embraced.

*Although somewhat dated, it is also a good read and comfortingly scientifically literate. 

Stephen Horn

What is Eco-humanism?

Kopytin, A.; & Gare, A (2023).: Ecopoiesis: A manifesto for ecological civilisation, Ecopoiesis: Eco-Human Theory and Practice ,4(1) [Open Access internet journal]

This short paper – ‘…the basis for a scenario for the development of culture and various public institutions, recognising the potential of people to control their own destiny, to take effective steps to preserve life on earth.’ – is not short of contention. 

The opening sections introduce ecological civilisation in its ontological and geopolitical context, in opposition to industrial civilisation. This is instructive, building on writings from the late soviet period in Russia but also drawing in a much wider cast – notably in accord with what Tim Flannery had set out in “Here on Earth” concerning the division between the Gaians and the Medeans, the followers of Lovelock and Huntington, but with echoes from the much longer disputes among European philosophers on the place of humans in nature and the nature of knowledge. Roszak had typified this titanic tussle through the influence of Descartes and Francis Bacon in the 17th on the rise of ‘scientism’, its challenge by the naturists of the late 18th and its triumph in the 19th and 20th centuries. Kopytin and Gare largely reprise Roszak’s analysis 50 years on, and link this with events since.

The trailing part of the paper lays out a statement of conviction, core axioms and values, and steps and avenues (to create an ecological civilisation). This can best be summarised by a subheading: “Reorganising science and putting ecology and human ecology in the centre of knowledge”. It is of lesser interest from a scholarly point of view, apart from picking up Roszak’s attention to aesthetics and his focus on a particular triad of aesthetes – Wordsworth, Goethe and Blake – defying the Newtonianism that had powered the 18th-century enlightenment. Blake’s vision of a New Jerusalem certainly stands beside the manifesto’s championship of eco-humanism.

While Blake was recoiling from industrialisation, Kopytin and Gare recoil from globalised unipolar liberal democracy with attendant consumerism (‘global corporatocracy..catastrophe of war of all against all…’). On the positive side they can draw on sound environmental policies surviving the soviet experiment, notably championed by Lenin and Gorbachev; and ecological civilisation’s incorporation in the PRC’s constitution as a core belief in 2007, reinforced twice since (latest in 2017).

So there are plenty of pointers to this being beyond the pale of public policy debate in the West – the manifesto published in Russia in a journal dedicated to this brand of eco-socialism, denouncing the new world order, free trade(!) and global corporate capitalism.

For all that Gare as a professor of philosophy at Swinburne has been making serious contributions to cultural studies for some years, is conversant with various lineages of Western thought and writes usefully on developments outside the suffocating analytical tradition. 

In particular, he has assimilated and advanced debates in theoretical biology and the implications for theories of culture and philosophy of science. These revolutions in the scientific imagination translate to human biology, human ecology and political theory. 

The manifesto wraps these ideas in an ethical framework, no more surprising than that of the humanists in pre-revolutionary France – Rousseau and Paine; or of the drafters of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights or their predecessors. 

Ecopoiesis is an awkward term. It is difficult to assimilate into public discourse on the environment, now openly regarded as ‘under threat’. Yet we do not have a way of thinking about the challenge this presents us, beyond asking our governments to face up to what we are not prepared to acknowledge ourselves, and our scientists to continue to measure environmental deterioration we can now experience without the need for sophisticated measuring devices. 

A manifesto presents one level on which we can accept actions demanded of us as individuals and of our institutions and systems of government. Its utility is in making sense of disparate phenomena until now wrapped in ideas such as conservation, air quality, indigenous rights, health self-awareness, and well-being (Kopytin is after all a professor of psychology). It demands of us that we shift our faith from outworn beacons of progress: development, industrial advancement, material wealth, security: all of which are dangerously counter-effective in the variety of global crises and disruptions experienced and the dysfunction of institutions and systems of government built around them. Is this statement indeed controversial? see for instance Ahmed (2022).

The arguments for rethinking progress in terms of an ecological civilisation are straightforward, even if the ‘steps and avenues’ offered strike me as unrealistic. The revolution heralded is in how we, humans, see ourselves in the environments we have largely created for ourselves, and the environment beyond – the biosphere; other peoples; the future; and systems that make life possible, enjoyable and to be celebrated. The first step may be to abandon the folly of material progress, embrace humanity in the least of our fellows and in ourselves, and the infinite beauty of creation beyond us and our control.   

References

Theodore Roszak, Where the Wasteland Ends – politics and transcendence in post industrial society (1972) Faber and Faber, London

Tim Flannery, Here on Earth, an argument for hope (2010) Text, Melbourne

Nafeez Ahmed, Defence Agencies ‘Accelerating’ Risk of ‘Hothouse Earth’, US Military Study Warns, Byline Times, 23 June 2022 – reviewing reports by Dr Elizabeth G Boulton (Australian Army) appearing in the US Marine Corps University Press’ digital journal and in the Spring 2022 edition of Journal of Advanced Military Studies, based on her PhD Thesis.

Field Guide to the Bush Cemeteries of Upper Lachlan

The rolling slopes of the upper Lachlan catchment and the tablelands of the eastern watershed, territories of the Wiradjuri and Gundungurra nations, had been rapidly taken up by European settlers once pathways had opened south and west over the barrier ranges behind Sydney. By mid-century localities of settlement had coalesced to communities to service farms and land holdings, with an air of permanency and post-colonial confidence. People prospered, both from the produce of the land, and from stable employment associated. With community came places of Christian worship to mark succession of generations, and progress and decline in these small populations. 

While circumstances of life on the land have changed since, the pattern of early settlement remains traced in the numerous country graveyards dotted through the municipality, expressing the shortness in time of European occupation against the many-generational shaping of the landscape under the stewardship of the nations it displaced, and its radical strangeness compared to the simple order of rural life imposed by a narrow cast broad acre economy.

Rural cemeteries, whether still in use or settling themselves into benevolent neglect, now attract interest from people researching their forebears, retrieving identification with undocumented pasts of struggle and triumph, of communities vanished in the civilising transformation, as self-contained villages gave way to larger centres of trade, education and employment. Gravestones are the markers that these lives mattered, further that settlement had displaced other lives, equally valid; further that the march of progress was one more myth to be assimilated in understanding a contingent occupation of the country.

Rural cemeteries guard other secrets too. Each by virtue of its function reserves a curtilage from agricultural or urban disturbance, representing a plot of countryside that remains largely undisturbed since dedication, implying for the majority a window to pre-settlement times. This fortuitously makes cemeteries sanctuary to a diversity of plant and animal communities that had been sustaining feeding and hunting grounds husbanded over many generations prior to European occupation. The roadside verges along thousand kilometres of secondary country roads hint at the complexity of these interwoven natural communities; so too do the cemeteries.

New interest has been kindled in these invisible banks of biodiversity, along with efforts to see them revalued within a larger recognition of the importance of cross-tenure landscape conservation.  Australia, endowed with a rich endemic species assemblage, has an appalling extinction record. Widespread clearing and dominant monocultural practice, once the mark of advanced agriculture, now have been recognised as leaving a legacy of systemic destruction on landscape scale, requiring industrial-scale defense against invasive pests and soil and water degradation; and heavy reliance on energetic, chemical, engineering, and physical inputs. How did productive systems work, unaided, in the past? What does a healthy grassy ecosystem look like? How relevant might this be to farming which aspires to sustainability? These are not fringe questions. They have brought serious crop and livestock scientists, extension experts, agricultural economists, and natural resource managers together. Looking over generations, what makes a farm productive or even viable?

Atttention has converged on landscape scale biodiversity conservation; coupled with fine level attention to microsystems; to the presence or absence of key species; to soil microbial composition; to porousness and weather cycles; to dispersion of genes; to disturbance and repair; to refuges and recolonisation; to rewilding and edge weeding; to biological control and intelligent grazing regimes; to management of ephemeral wetlands; to slowing down runoff; to maintaining hollows and snags; to controlling feral populations; to cooperative cross-tenural strategies; to reskilling, recognising and rewarding a skilled rural workforce around these new parameters of managing land, over and above commodified production.       

But we started with cemeteries – in each case no more than a handful of acres, not valued beyond the headstones, and managed against risk of fire, or to allow for sporadic interments.

Nevertheless, underneath this neglect the animals and plants native to the area can flourish. At Bigga cemetery – maintained by the Picker family on a voluntary basis – a recent survey includes 300 native plant species, outnumbering pioneer burials. Plant lists as impressive may emerge from other of the dozen or so rural cemeteries in the Shire, despite their situation surrounded by cleared and grazed paddocks, visited by macropods, and open to the public.and still in use for burials. 

Stonequarry Cemetery Reserve

One cemetery where animal and plant lists have been put together is Taralga’s Stonequarry Cemetery, situated in the countryside 4kms from the village, just beneath the brow of the Dividing Range, and one of the oldest still operating. The Cemetery reserve of 6 acres comprises an active graveyard, with a fenced off annex, intended as overflow, but also for unconsecrated burials. The Stonequarry reserve had been excised from farmland in the 1850s, although likely not fully cleared at the time. Responsibility for the reserve had reverted to the shire in the 1980s with its direction entrusted to a local citizen committee, a successor to the voluntary board that had looked after the cemetery on behalf of the major denominations. Since the graveyard has been maintained by Council – spraying around and mowing between plots, while the annex was unattended, accumulating a quantity of debris, and by 2013 completely overgrown by hawthorn making passage through hazardous or impossible. 

International Volunteers for Peace, which had been clearing out the creek behind the Taralga show ground, put a proposal to the committee to clean up the annex, with a view to testing the presence of original plant associations. After consulting with the committee, the Taralga Historical Society and Shire officers, and with guidance from bushland restoration experts, IVP commenced four seasons of work to remove the hawthorn, blackberry, vinca and broom, to open the site to close weeding of reshooting stems, and replanting heavily weeded patches with appropriate native shrubs. 

The volunteers – from overseas but also local – brought classes from the Taralga primary school onto the site to learn about what was living and growing there, and also visited the classrooms to explain where they were from (France, Germany, Korea, Japan, Malaysia) and what they were doing. They mixed socially with people from town, and were introduced to district history. Interactions with Shire staff occurred at different levels; with cooperation needed to remove hazardous fencing, and woody waste. An IVP delegation attended the monthly Council meeting to report on progress, and explain methods employed.  

After the conclusion of the project a guide to the species encountered on site was produced. The front cover shows the project’s emblem – a female swamp wallaby, which had made a home within the site, and reappeared at intervals over the four years. The site was home too to wombats, echidnas, a variety of birds, small and large, insects and ants. Three rarer species were observed – a grey currawong, small eagle and brown tree creeper. The forty native plant species emerged in the half of the site that had been unaffected by broom, blackberry and vinca. 

The clear boundary between disturbed, weed-infected ground and intact native grassland/ woodland showed signs that the native associations were recovering. The site is now accessible and allows for quiet contemplation of a fragment of open woodland/ grassland where there most likely exist unmarked graves, and which complement the more traditional layout of the cemetery proper with conventional plantings next door.   The list in the guide covers many of the common species to be seen in any patch of bushland in the district. 

The surprising thing is to find such diversity in this open woodland island surrounded by grazed paddocks, For children growing up in Taralga, the cemetery reserve provides a surprisingly rare opportunity to observe undisturbed public bushland, to learn about the intricate webs of dependency among native creatures. The project was greatly aided by bushland ecologists/ naturalists who lent their knowledge in identifying species and advising the volunteers on bush recovery practices. 

It is hoped that care for the bushland annex can be continued, in the form of fine-level weeding as native species advance into previously infested areas, and in interest in observing what lives or visits. Further it is hoped that the annex can be adopted as a tranquil place to call in on while visiting graves in the cemetery proper, out of interest in the history it evokes, or from association with relatives or forebears buried there. 

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Field Guide to the Bush Cemeteries of Upper Lachlan

The rolling slopes of the upper Lachlan catchment and the tablelands of the eastern watershed, territories of the Wiradjuri and Gundungurra nations, had been rapidly taken up by European settlers once pathways had opened south and west over the barrier ranges behind Sydney. By mid-century localities of settlement had coalesced to communities to service farms and land holdings, with an air of permanency and post-colonial confidence. People prospered, both from the produce of the land, and from stable employment associated. With community came places of Christian worship to mark succession of generations, and progress and decline in these small populations. 

While circumstances of life on the land have changed since, the pattern of early settlement remains traced in the numerous country graveyards dotted through the municipality, expressing the shortness in time of European occupation against the many-generational shaping of the landscape under the stewardship of the nations it displaced, and its radical strangeness compared to the simple order of rural life imposed by a narrow cast broad acre economy.

Rural cemeteries, whether still in use or settling themselves into benevolent neglect, now attract interest from people researching their forebears, retrieving identification with undocumented pasts of struggle and triumph, of communities vanished in the civilising transformation, as self-contained villages gave way to larger centres of trade, education, and employment. Gravestones are the markers that these lives mattered, further that settlement had displaced other lives, equally valid; further that the march of progress was one more myth to be assimilated in understanding a contingent occupation of the country.

Rural cemeteries guard other secrets too. Each by virtue of its function reserves a curtilage from agricultural or urban disturbance, representing a plot of countryside that remains largely undisturbed since dedication, implying for the majority a window to pre-settlement times. This fortuitously makes cemeteries sanctuary to a diversity of plant and animal communities that had been sustaining feeding and hunting grounds husbanded over many generations prior to European occupation. The roadside verges along a thousand kilometres of secondary country roads hint at the complexity of these interwoven natural communities; so too do the cemeteries.

New interest has been kindled in these invisible banks of biodiversity, along with efforts to see them revalued within a larger recognition of the importance of cross-tenure landscape conservation.  Australia, endowed with a rich endemic species assemblage, has an appalling extinction record. Widespread clearing and dominant monocultural practice, once the mark of advanced agriculture, now have been recognised as leaving a legacy of systemic destruction on landscape scale, requiring industrial-scale defence against invasive pests and soil and water degradation; and heavy reliance on energetic, chemical, engineering and physical inputs. How did productive systems work, unaided, in the past? What does a healthy grassy ecosystem look like? How relevant might this be to farming which aspires to sustainability? These are not fringe questions. They have brought serious crop and livestock scientists, extension experts, agricultural economists and natural resource managers together. Looking over generations, what makes a farm productive or even viable?

Atttention has converged on landscape scale biodiversity conservation; coupled with fine level attention to microsystems; to the presence or absence of key species; to soil microbial composition; to porousness and weather cycles; to dispersion of genes; to disturbance and repair; to refuges and recolonisation; to rewilding and edge weeding; to biological control and intelligent grazing regimes; to management of ephemeral wetlands; to slowing down runoff; to maintaining hollows and snags; to controlling feral populations; to cooperative cross-tenural strategies; to reskilling, recognising and rewarding a skilled rural workforce around these new parameters of managing land, over and above commodified production.       

But we started with cemeteries – in each case no more than a handful of acres, not valued beyond the headstones, and managed against risk of fire, or to allow for sporadic interments.

Nevertheless, underneath this neglect the animals and plants native to the area can flourish. At Bigga cemetery – maintained by the Picker family on a voluntary basis – a recent survey includes 300 native plant species, outnumbering pioneer burials. Plant lists as impressive may emerge from other of the dozen or so rural cemeteries in the Shire, despite their situation surrounded by cleared and grazed paddocks, visited by macropods, and open to the public.and still in use for burials. 

Stonequarry Cemetery Reserve

One cemetery where animal and plant lists have been put together is Taralga’s Stonequarry Cemetery, situated in the countryside 4kms from the village, just beneath the brow of the Dividing Range, and one of the oldest still operating. The Cemetery reserve of 6 acres comprises an active graveyard, with a fenced off annex, intended as overflow, but also for unconsecrated burials. The Stonequarry reserve had been excised from farmland in the 1850s, although likely not fully cleared at the time. Responsibility for the reserve had reverted to the shire in the 1980s with its direction entrusted to a local citizen committee, a successor to the voluntary board that had looked after the cemetery on behalf of the major denominations. Since the graveyard has been maintained by Council – spraying around and mowing between plots, while the annex was unattended, accumulating a quantity of debris, and by 2013 completely overgrown by hawthorn making passage through hazardous or impossible. 

International Volunteers for Peace, which had been clearing out the creek behind the Taralga showground, put a proposal to the committee to clean up the annex, with a view to testing the presence of original plant associations. After consulting with the committee, the Taralga Historical Society and Shire officers, and with guidance from bushland restoration experts, IVP commenced four seasons of work to remove the hawthorn, blackberry, vinca, and broom, to open the site to close weeding of reshooting stems, and replanting heavily weeded patches with appropriate native shrubs. 

The volunteers – from overseas but also local – brought classes from the Taralga primary school onto the site to learn about what was living and growing there, and also visited the classrooms to explain where they were from (France, Germany, Korea, Japan, Malaysia) and what they were doing. They mixed socially with people from town, and were introduced to district history. Interactions with Shire staff occurred at different levels; with cooperation needed to remove hazardous fencing, and woody waste. An IVP delegation attended the monthly Council meeting to report on progress, and explain methods employed.  

After the conclusion of the project, a guide to the species encountered on-site was produced. The front cover shows the project’s emblem – a female swamp wallaby, which had made a home within the site, and reappeared at intervals over the four years. The site was home too to wombats, echidnas, a variety of birds, small and large, insects, and ants. Three rarer species were observed – a grey currawong, small eagle, and brown tree creeper. The forty native plant species emerged in the half of the site that had been unaffected by broom, blackberry and vinca. 

The clear boundary between disturbed, weed-infected ground and intact native grassland/ woodland showed signs that the native associations were recovering. The site is now accessible and allows for quiet contemplation of a fragment of open woodland/ grassland where there most likely exist unmarked graves, and which complement the more traditional layout of the cemetery proper with conventional plantings next door.   The list in the guide covers many of the common species to be seen in any patch of bushland in the district. 

The surprising thing is to find such diversity in this open woodland island surrounded by grazed paddocks, For children growing up in Taralga, the cemetery reserve provides a surprisingly rare opportunity to observe undisturbed public bushland, to learn about the intricate webs of dependency among native creatures. The project was greatly aided by bushland ecologists/ naturalists who lent their knowledge in identifying species and advising the volunteers on bush recovery practices. 

It is hoped that care for the bushland annex can be continued, in the form of fine-level weeding as native species advance into previously infested areas, and in interest in observing what lives or visits. Further it is hoped that the annex can be adopted as a tranquil place to call in on while visiting graves in the cemetery proper, out of interest in the history it evokes, or from association with relatives or forebears buried there.