Above: Tom Parkin,
the 'son' of Parkin & Son, behind their electric power
generator at 3 Yarra Street in Carnamah
Parkin & Son began providing a continuous power service in 1933 when
local butcher
Fred Lee and the
Pyramid Tea Rooms purchased the
town’s first electric refrigerators. Prior to this time the power
went off overnight and was restarted each morning. An additional
generator was needed but caused a stir when it interfered with the
reception of twelve local radios!
In 1952 Parkin & Son were providing electricity to 87 clients, which
included a few farmers whose homes were close to town. The
powerhouse was sold to the Moora firm Saleebas Pty Ltd in 1953 and
later to Joe Turner and then Bob Kestel. In 1970 it was taken over
by the State Electricity Commission (S.E.C.) who closed it down
after connecting Carnamah to the state network. Until power lines
were built to farms, many farming families had their own 32-volt generator
to provide electricity to their homes.
Below: Receipt to Mrs Kate Kenny for
paying her electricity bill for the month of July 1952, signed by
Elsie Parkin
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Gold Old Washing Days. Married during 1935, my Mother moved from the
city lifestyle of Perth to begin life with her husband on a farming
property at Carnamah.
Washing clothes was not an easy task. Firstly the copper needed to have
water put into it, by carrying water from the rainwater tank, in a tin
bucket. The fire was lit under the copper, using small pieces of wood
collected from around the farm. Mum used stones and cement to build the
fire box, and the walls around the copper. When the water heated to the
required heat, water was bucketed into the twin concrete wash tubs, soap
flakes were added, stirred with the wooden stick (broomstick) until
dissolved, then the washing items put in, pushed up and down with the
stick, and left to soak in the water, with a prod with the stick every
so often. Then using a scrubbing board, corrugated glass in a wooden
frame, that stood in the water, resting against the inside of the front
of the trough, and velvet soap, clothes were soaped and rubbed up and
down the glass to remove stubborn soiled marks.
The second trough had the rinsing water in, into which Reckitt’s Blue
had been added, to give the “Whites” a fresh clean look. A hand turned
Wringer was mounted on the trough divide, squeezing the water out of the
washing as it passed through, between the rollers.
How great it must have seemed when a Lehmann wash tub [pictured further
above] was added to the laundry. This was like a drum on legs, with a
cone plunger that was worked up and down on the washing within the drum.
A long handle attached to the top of the cone was used to lever it, the
plunge action lifted the washing, then when lowered the washing went
back into the water, the action was repeated until satisfied that the
clothes or sheets etc. were clean, then into the troughs for the rinse,
and wringing, before taking out to the clothesline.
The clothesline consisted of two sturdy timber posts, with cross arms.
The posts were secured in the ground some distance apart, with the
clothesline wire run from both edges of the cross arms on one post to
the other post. The cross arms were held with a bolt that allowed the
arms to move. A long strong bush branch with a fork shape at one end was
used to prop the line up, to keep the washing off the ground. A prop for
each line. On windy days the washing would flap around, causing the
props to move, letting items fall onto the ground. Then it was "a good
shake or a rewash".
I remember a large rectangular safe, probably homemade, with wire mesh
front and sides that sat on the verandah of our weatherboard home on the
farm. The mesh kept the flies out but the legs had to sit in small tins
of water so that ants couldn’t get up to the food. Kerosene
refrigerators, although a great advance on Coolgardie Safes, were rather
hazardous – often the cause of blackened ceilings and occasionally of
very destructive fires. The narrow long tank at the bottom had to be
filled with kerosene and the wick adjusted and then it had to be pushed
back in and kept level.
My
mother’s Singer Sewing
Machine [featured above] was bought second hand in 1927 and she was
still using it in the 1980s. It is on a solid base and is lowered in the
centre when not in use. It has a foot treadle and three small drawers on
either side – very useful for storing shuttles, cotton reels, elastic,
bias binding, lace, ribbon and anything related to sewing and mending.
Although she didn’t enjoy sewing she hemmed seersucker material to use
as tablecloths, made potholders out of hessian and scraps of material,
patched trousers, cut and rejoined sheets to make them serve longer,
made aprons, and made dresses for me and my doll Elizabeth.
My
father, who was an avid reader
of newspapers, always had trouble with the Aladdin Lamp. It was an
improvement on kerosene lamps with just a wick because it had a mantle
that glowed giving a stronger light. However my father still found the
light weak and hated the hordes of moths that it attracted.
Our Metters wood stove whether on the farm or later in Coorow township
was kept going all day. Ashes had to be scraped out first thing in the
morning and then kindling wood laid and lit. All through the day you
added more wood depending on what you were cooking. Scones needed a hot
oven whereas with meringues you let the heat slowly decrease. The urn
stayed on one side of the stove and its hot water was used for cooking,
washing up, bathing and filling hot water bottles. During cold winter
evenings I can remember seeing my parents and a friend all sitting in
front of the stove chatting with their feet in the oven.
I remember the Tilley lamp well and was so frightened of it. Electricity
was not connected to our farm until 1947. The flat iron sat on top of
the wood stove until hot enough to use and the backyard water pump
needed to be primed to encourage the water to eventually appear. My
Father shod the horses as he was also a Farrier and I 'pumped' the
bellows for him on occasions. During the shearing season I helped in the
sheds and knew how to throw a fleece and skirt it by age 14. The
shearers were very fussy about conditions and food. If a sheep was cut I
had to have the tar brush ready after they stitched the wound. Life was
hard but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way. Oh! and the toilet was
a very deep hole in the ground away from the house with a covered
structure over it for privacy and when necessary it was filled in and
the whole thing moved to another location.