Rectangular wooden honour board with gold text and a decorative shaped border. Hugging the top of the border is a title reading SPORTS PERSON OF THE YEAR AWARDS. At the very top of the honour board is the WHS logo and the Wangaratta RSL logo.SPORTS PERSON OF THE YEAR AWARDS 1973 GARY VOSS 1978 JANET ALLEN 1979 JANET ALLEN 1980 MEGAN HUME 1981 ANDREW DOUGLAS 1982 LISA WILSON 1983 LISA ALLEN 1984 LISA WILSON 1985 PAUL BRYCE 1986 KEVEN O'CONNELL 1987 CRAIG PATRICK 1988 BEN KNOX 1989 SUSAN BATEY 1990 LORI DELANEY 1991 ANDREW KERRIS 1992 DEBBIE McLaughlin 1993 JENNIFER SHARPE, BRADLEY LAMB 1994 KIM WELCH 1995 DEANNE SMITHERAM, KIM WELCH 1996 DEANNE SMITHERAM, DAVID BOX 1997 DEANNE SMITHERAM 1998 KATE SPILLER, BROOKE WINZER 1999 BROOKE WINZER, NATHAN BUZIMKIC 2000 BROOKE WINZER 2001 STEVE JOHNSON, REBECCA GILBERT 2002 REBECCA GILBERT 2003 TYSON HARTWIG 2004 ANDREW, HEATHER OLIVER 2005 ANDREW KELLY 2006 EMMA PANE 2007 AINSLINN KILDEA 2008 JANINA CHICK DONATED BY THE WANGARATTA SUB-BRANCH OF THE R.S.L.

[from EDHS Newsletter No. 75, November 1990:] WALTER WITHERS PLAQUE At long last we have unveiled our plaque in the Walter Withers Reserve. The function was attended by a number of members and friends of the Society and descendants of the Withers family. Following the unveiling, the group proceeded to the Eltham Shire Office for afternoon tea and a small exhibition of Withers' paintings arranged by Andrew Mackenzie. The unveiling was performed by Mary Owen, a grand-daughter of Walter Withers. Her speech provided an interesting personal perspective on Withers and is repeated in full here: I feel somewhat overwhelmed by the responsibility of paying tribute to the man you have all come to honour today. I have the feeling that most of you probably know more about him and his work than I do. Walter Withers died nearly seven years before I was born and so I never knew him. Sadly, although other members of his family inherited some of his talent, I was not among them and I know very little about art. This is doubly hard to bear because my husband had some ability to draw and my second daughter also has some talent in this direction. My children are all artistic - mostly in the field of music inherited partly from their father - a Welshman who sang like a Welshman - and partly from my grandmother, Fanny Withers who, I believe was no mean pianist. However all this talent gave me a miss and for many years I felt a complete ignoramus in the fields of the arts. It was not until I was nearly fifty years old that I walked into a gallery in Brisbane and, as I wandered around the room, suddenly one picture leapt at me and I knew instantly that it had been painted by my grandfather. I had never seen the picture before and it gave me quite a shock to find that I had recognized the style of painting. I realized then that I had absorbed more than I realized simply by living with pictures and with people who painted them and talked about their painting and the painting of others. When I was a child I sometimes spent school holidays with my Aunt Margery Withers and her husband, Richard McCann. Aunt Marge painted me several times but I'm afraid I was a restless subject and used to sit reading a book and look up grudgingly when she wanted to paint my eyes. During the September holidays my aunt and uncle were busy preparing paintings far the annual exhibition of the Melbourne Twenty Painters, to which they both belonged. I remember how important I used to feel when they took me along to the Athenaeum Gallery on the Friday night before the opening to help hang their pictures. There were many artists there but the two I remember are perhaps surprisingly both women: Miss Bale and Miss Tweddle. I remember how cold it used to be up in that gallery at night. They used to heat water on a gas ring to make tea and Aunt Marge used to bring sandwiches and fruit for our evening meal. Everyone seemed to be poor in those days and no-one dreamed of going out for a meal. It was a case of make-do - even to cutting down frames to fit pictures or cutting pictures to fit the frames. They had to use the same frames from year to year if the pictures didn't sell. The opening was an exciting event for me. I felt I was privileged to meet important people - people who knew a lot more than I - and Uncle Dick would get quite merry after a couple of the tiny sweet sherries which were always distributed. I realise now that quite a lot of "art talk" rubbed off on me during my visits to the Athenaeum and during my stays with my aunt and uncle. I suspect that much of our most useful learning comes this way and those of us who have had the privilege of associating with artists, writers, philosophers and other thinkers have a richness in our lives of which we may be unaware. Walter Withers was a prolific painter and, although he painted for love of it, I suspect that the need to provide for his family drove him, like Mozart, to greater efforts than he might otherwise have achieved. Reading old letters and articles about the Heidelberg artists, I have come to realize something of the constant strain placed on many of them - particularly Withers and McCubbin - by poverty and the need to make ends meet. Withers was ever conscious of the need to provide for his wife and his five children and there are touching letters to his wife, regretting that he was not able to earn more for them. In addition to his painting, he worked hard at teaching and illustrating and, as he grew older, the strain began to tell and his health deteriorated. He seems never to have had a very strong constitution and suffered from rheumatism, which must have made painting quite painful at times. His eldest daughter, Gladys, was eventually confined to a wheelchair with rheumatoid arthritis and I have a tendency to arthritis myself, so I am particularly aware of what this could have meant to him. Recently I found a short letter written by my mother to her mother, Fanny Withers on the anniversary of her father's birthday in 1919, in which she said: "Poor old Dad, I often think now what a lot he must have suffered. His life was too hard and too strenuous for him. He had too many chick-a-biddies, I think. He wasn't equal to so much town life and train journeys with so many delicacies as he had. Since I have been ill, I have realised what he must have felt like.” He certainly drove himself to produce. He travelled all over Victoria by train, buggy, bicycle and on foot and for a time he travelled from Eltham to Melbourne every day by train, although later he lived in Melbourne during the week and only returned to Eltham for the weekends. My mother died seven years after her father's death, when my twin sisters were 10 days old and I was 16 months. So I never knew my mother or my grandfather. But my two aunts, Gladys and Margery, sometimes took me to stay with Gan Withers at Southernwood in Bolton Street . No cars in those days and it seemed a very long hot and dusty walk from the Station. Three memories remain with me of Southernwood. One is the well at the back which I found quite terrifying; the second is Gan killing a snake - even more terrifying. She was a formidable woman, my grandmother and a great ally and support to her husband. I think she was the business end of the partnership. The third memory of Southernwood is my grandfather's studio – down what seemed like a toy staircase inside the room. This and the big walk-in fireplace stayed in my mind from the age of about six until I saw them again about forty years later when the house was being used as a Sunday School. I just wish that money could be found to purchase this old house for the City of Eltham so that a permanent museum could be established in memory of a man who did so much to put Eltham on the map of art history. Recently I have become interested in family history and spent some time in England, Ireland and Wales looking for traces of my ancestors. I realized then how important it is to have records of people who have contributed to our society. We forget so soon and it is amazing how often, within two generations, names, dates and many details are forgotten. We are fortunate that so many of Walter Withers' works have been bought by galleries and that people like Andrew Mackenzie have taken the trouble to search out people who knew him and to write about him and his work. And I am very grateful to the Historical Society of Eltham for recognizing the importance of having a permanent tribute in Eltham to the contribution made by Walter Withers, who loved Eltham so much and who has assured this lovely district a place in the annals of history. I am indebted to Kathleen Mangan; the daughter of another famous Australian painter , Fred McCubbin, - featured in The Age this morning (thanks again to Andrew Mackenzie) for the most apt tribute to Walter Withers. Kathleen is not well and she rang me a couple of days ago, regretting that she could not be present today “to pay tribute” as she said, “to Walter Withers for I always think Walter Withers is the spirit of Eltham.” Thank you, Kathleen. And now I have much pleasure in unveiling the plaque commissioned by the Eltham Historical Society from Bob McLellan of Charmac Industries to commemorate the life and work of Walter Withers, the spirit of Eltham. Mary Owen, 13 October 1990.Three colour photographswalter withers rock, walter withers reserve, mary owen

[from EDHS Newsletter No. 75, November 1990:] WALTER WITHERS PLAQUE At long last we have unveiled our plaque in the Walter Withers Reserve. The function was attended by a number of members and friends of the Society and descendants of the Withers family. Following the unveiling, the group proceeded to the Eltham Shire Office for afternoon tea and a small exhibition of Withers' paintings arranged by Andrew Mackenzie. The unveiling was performed by Mary Owen, a grand-daughter of Walter Withers. Her speech provided an interesting personal perspective on Withers and is repeated in full here: I feel somewhat overwhelmed by the responsibility of paying tribute to the man you have all come to honour today. I have the feeling that most of you probably know more about him and his work than I do. Walter Withers died nearly seven years before I was born and so I never knew him. Sadly, although other members of his family inherited some of his talent, I was not among them and I know very little about art. This is doubly hard to bear because my husband had some ability to draw and my second daughter also has some talent in this direction. My children are all artistic - mostly in the field of music inherited partly from their father - a Welshman who sang like a Welshman - and partly from my grandmother, Fanny Withers who, I believe was no mean pianist. However all this talent gave me a miss and for many years I felt a complete ignoramus in the fields of the arts. It was not until I was nearly fifty years old that I walked into a gallery in Brisbane and, as I wandered around the room, suddenly one picture leapt at me and I knew instantly that it had been painted by my grandfather. I had never seen the picture before and it gave me quite a shock to find that I had recognized the style of painting. I realized then that I had absorbed more than I realized simply by living with pictures and with people who painted them and talked about their painting and the painting of others. When I was a child I sometimes spent school holidays with my Aunt Margery Withers and her husband, Richard McCann. Aunt Marge painted me several times but I'm afraid I was a restless subject and used to sit reading a book and look up grudgingly when she wanted to paint my eyes. During the September holidays my aunt and uncle were busy preparing paintings far the annual exhibition of the Melbourne Twenty Painters, to which they both belonged. I remember how important I used to feel when they took me along to the Athenaeum Gallery on the Friday night before the opening to help hang their pictures. There were many artists there but the two I remember are perhaps surprisingly both women: Miss Bale and Miss Tweddle. I remember how cold it used to be up in that gallery at night. They used to heat water on a gas ring to make tea and Aunt Marge used to bring sandwiches and fruit for our evening meal. Everyone seemed to be poor in those days and no-one dreamed of going out for a meal. It was a case of make-do - even to cutting down frames to fit pictures or cutting pictures to fit the frames. They had to use the same frames from year to year if the pictures didn't sell. The opening was an exciting event for me. I felt I was privileged to meet important people - people who knew a lot more than I - and Uncle Dick would get quite merry after a couple of the tiny sweet sherries which were always distributed. I realise now that quite a lot of "art talk" rubbed off on me during my visits to the Athenaeum and during my stays with my aunt and uncle. I suspect that much of our most useful learning comes this way and those of us who have had the privilege of associating with artists, writers, philosophers and other thinkers have a richness in our lives of which we may be unaware. Walter Withers was a prolific painter and, although he painted for love of it, I suspect that the need to provide for his family drove him, like Mozart, to greater efforts than he might otherwise have achieved. Reading old letters and articles about the Heidelberg artists, I have come to realize something of the constant strain placed on many of them - particularly Withers and McCubbin - by poverty and the need to make ends meet. Withers was ever conscious of the need to provide for his wife and his five children and there are touching letters to his wife, regretting that he was not able to earn more for them. In addition to his painting, he worked hard at teaching and illustrating and, as he grew older, the strain began to tell and his health deteriorated. He seems never to have had a very strong constitution and suffered from rheumatism, which must have made painting quite painful at times. His eldest daughter, Gladys, was eventually confined to a wheelchair with rheumatoid arthritis and I have a tendency to arthritis myself, so I am particularly aware of what this could have meant to him. Recently I found a short letter written by my mother to her mother, Fanny Withers on the anniversary of her father's birthday in 1919, in which she said: "Poor old Dad, I often think now what a lot he must have suffered. His life was too hard and too strenuous for him. He had too many chick-a-biddies, I think. He wasn't equal to so much town life and train journeys with so many delicacies as he had. Since I have been ill, I have realised what he must have felt like.” He certainly drove himself to produce. He travelled all over Victoria by train, buggy, bicycle and on foot and for a time he travelled from Eltham to Melbourne every day by train, although later he lived in Melbourne during the week and only returned to Eltham for the weekends. My mother died seven years after her father's death, when my twin sisters were 10 days old and I was 16 months. So I never knew my mother or my grandfather. But my two aunts, Gladys and Margery, sometimes took me to stay with Gan Withers at Southernwood in Bolton Street . No cars in those days and it seemed a very long hot and dusty walk from the Station. Three memories remain with me of Southernwood. One is the well at the back which I found quite terrifying; the second is Gan killing a snake - even more terrifying. She was a formidable woman, my grandmother and a great ally and support to her husband. I think she was the business end of the partnership. The third memory of Southernwood is my grandfather's studio – down what seemed like a toy staircase inside the room. This and the big walk-in fireplace stayed in my mind from the age of about six until I saw them again about forty years later when the house was being used as a Sunday School. I just wish that money could be found to purchase this old house for the City of Eltham so that a permanent museum could be established in memory of a man who did so much to put Eltham on the map of art history. Recently I have become interested in family history and spent some time in England, Ireland and Wales looking for traces of my ancestors. I realized then how important it is to have records of people who have contributed to our society. We forget so soon and it is amazing how often, within two generations, names, dates and many details are forgotten. We are fortunate that so many of Walter Withers' works have been bought by galleries and that people like Andrew Mackenzie have taken the trouble to search out people who knew him and to write about him and his work. And I am very grateful to the Historical Society of Eltham for recognizing the importance of having a permanent tribute in Eltham to the contribution made by Walter Withers, who loved Eltham so much and who has assured this lovely district a place in the annals of history. I am indebted to Kathleen Mangan; the daughter of another famous Australian painter , Fred McCubbin, - featured in The Age this morning (thanks again to Andrew Mackenzie) for the most apt tribute to Walter Withers. Kathleen is not well and she rang me a couple of days ago, regretting that she could not be present today “to pay tribute” as she said, “to Walter Withers for I always think Walter Withers is the spirit of Eltham.” Thank you, Kathleen. And now I have much pleasure in unveiling the plaque commissioned by the Eltham Historical Society from Bob McLellan of Charmac Industries to commemorate the life and work of Walter Withers, the spirit of Eltham. Mary Owen, 13 October 1990.Two colour photographswalter withers rock, walter withers reserve, mary owen

Hutchings family 1. Wimmera River in flood below Whitehall running a banker c. 1920. Ted & Col Hutchings in foreground. 2. Wimmera River in flood looking downstream. No date but possibly same time as no. 1. from same place. 3. Looking over the Wimmera River to Island paddock towards Greens Creek 4. Wimmera River half a banker at Whitehall 5. Wimmera River in flood upstream from carpenter's shop looking towards engine house at Whitehall 5a. Wimmera River in flood. Left to right - blacksmith shop and carpenters' shop. 5b. Taken from the same spot with Emily & Ada Hole, E G (Ted) & Col Hutchings. Blacksmith shop & carpenters' shop, Whitehall. 5c. Wimmera River upstream from the carpenters' shop. Foreground is possibly Belladonna lilies which were all over the river bank in 1992. Whitehall. 5d. Looking downstream towards the loose boxes, Whitehall. 5e. Blacksmiths' shop and carpenters' shop from the pumping station. Wimmera River, Whitehall. 6. Wimmera River in flood at Whitehall. 7. Wimmera River half a banker in front of old hut at Whitehall. 8. Wimmera River Emily Hayes, Edward G (Ted) Hutchings & Colin J Hutchings. 9. Morrl-Morrl - Greens Creek Road opposite back paddock. Whitehall. Black Ford in distance. c. 1919 10. Whitehall woolshed north east aspect, Drive to the right of photo 11. Whitehall woolshed - north east aspect showing the drive to the right 11a. Whitehall woolshed - north aspect 11b. Same tree near woolshed 11c. Same tree again in centre, other trees came up after the 23 flood. Woolshed to the right out of photo. 12. Whitehall woolshed - south aspect, sheep entrance end 13. Whitehall. left to right, Stackyard, stables in the centre and the Wimmera River behind following the trees. 14. Whitehall horse paddock c. 1920. left to right, Machinery shed, stable in the centre. Homestead to the right in distance. There is no windmill. 15. Load of wool from Whitehall woolshed to right. 16. Whitehall c. 1920 before the windmill. left to right, garage and mens' hut. Wimmera river runs along the tree line. 16a. Stables, garage and mens' hut after the construction of the windmill. River behind. 17. Whitehall c. 1922. Note windmill addition. Garage to left, Mens' Hut to right. Jack Donnelly & Edward G (Ted) Hutchings with pet lambs. River behind trees. 18. Whitehall gardens. Summer house to the right, pine tree lined drive in the centre background. Ted & Col Hutchings on the lawn. C. 1920 19. Edward G. (Ted) & Colin J. Hutchings in Whitehall garden. Wimmera River in the background. The building behind the fence is the carpenters' shop which the family lived in while house was rebuilt after fire 15 Jan 1877 20. Whitehall c. 1920. left to right, cattle yard, killing house, Wimmera river behind the fence, and the loose box on the right. Black Orpington chooks in foreground. 21. Bay window (original blinds) in the master bedroom. Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 22. Master bedroom (original wallpaper) Joyce & Col Hutchings, Moyu, Ben & Rebecca Roe 20 Sep 1992 23. Col & Ted's bedroom (original) Marble mantlepiece had been removed. Whitehall. 20 Sep 1992 24. Whitehall kitchen. Large yellow meat oven to left of stove, bread oven far left, extreme right is oven where milk heated to skim cream. Chimney was a central one shared with meat oven. Bread oven chimney separate. 20 Sep 1992 25. Whitehall dairy, made of natural stone with dried brick corners. Entrance behind creeper which is over trellis. 20 Sep 1992. This building still remains in 1 Jun 2023 26. Inside charcoal lined meat cellar. Bottom right is concrete vat for pickling meat in brine. Top of brickwork slightly above ground level. Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 27. Fire foreground was stable flooring which was to left of photo. Machinery shed (thatch roof). 4 posts far left remains of cowshed. Large post in centre foreground is the gate post of corral. River to right. 20 Sep 1992 28. Whitehall machinery shed. Posts on far right are cow shed. Over the river is the island paddock. Wimmera river runs behind machinery shed. 20 Sep 1992 29. Posts of 10 sided corral. Killing house by side of gum tree in centre of photo on far side of corral. To left is one of the bales of the cowshed. Whitehall. 20 Sep 1992 29a. Similar photo in the 1920's. To the right is horsebreaking corral, then cow shed, loose box, haystacks and stable on left. Whitehall. 30. Dining room fire place put in the open fire of the mens' hut, only the chimney remains. To the left is the drive & river. Rebecca Roe, Col Hutchings granddaughter. 20 Sep 1992 30a. Looking down the Whitehall Drive. Mens' Hut (Jack Donnelly in doorway) and garage far left. 1920's 30b. The Drive, Whitehall taken from in front of the mens' hut. Wimmera River on the left. Gum tree on left still there 20 Sep 1992. 30c. Reverse from 30a. Whitehall drive from the front gate looking towards the mens' hut and garage. c. 1926 30d. Curly Donohue leaving for Warracknabeal. Ex mail contractor Omeo to Bright Victoria. C. 1926 30e. Looking down the drive towards front gate. Mens' hut on the right, river on the left. 31. Whitehall from the side. Building in centre behind David is separater room. 2 roomed hut to left of separater room and remains of mens' hut chimney. Photo 16 taken from similar spot. 20 Sep 1992 32. Benjamin Roe (Col Hutchings grandson) in the Carpenters' shop. The family lived in this building after the fire in the 1870's. Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 33. Ford across the Wimmera River at Whitehall (River abt. 5 feet higher than normal) 20 Sep 1992 33a. Wimmera River, Whitehall 34. Site of old bridge before Col Hutchings time. Tree in foreground to right still has bolt from bridge work protuding. A large post was in the centre of photo to make equal distance. 20 Sep 1992 35. Entrance to the old ford. Colin J Hutchings & his daughter, Moyu Roe. Wimmera River, Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 36. Summer house at Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 looking down to the orchard, dark green trees in distance old fruit trees. 36a. Edward & Colin Hutchings in front of the Summer house, Whitehall c. 1921 36b. Summer house looking towards front gate. Whitehall. 36c. Grey thrush in nest box which can be seen in previous photo with summer house in the background. Whitehall. 36d. Summer house from the orchard side. Whitehall. 37a. South side of Whitehall. First window Edith Sutherland's room, 2nd window, Ted & Col's room, bay window master bedroom 38. Taken in middle of front path looking towards front gate. Edith Sutherland in garden. Date palm in centre, cotton palm to left. Whitehall c. 1920's 38a. Garden at Whitehall taken from near the cotton palm. 39. Whitehall 20 Sep 1992 Bay window-master bed, small window to r. of bay-Colin Hutchings born in, front door, window to right-dining room, round the corner- drawing room, window on right, spare bed, verandah on left is spare bed. 39a. Whitehall c. 1920's Date palm on the right. 39b. Win, Colin T & Colin J Hutchings. Date palm in background. Whitehall 1943 39c. Edward George, Colin Thomas, Elizabeth Ambler & Colin James Hutchings wearing RAAF uniform. Date Palm in background. Whitehall c. 1943 39c. Front garden of Whitehall looking from the front right side of the house towards the drive & Wimmera River. Date palm on right, cotton palm on left 20 Sep 1992 40. Taken from bottom left corner of front garden looking towards the summer house. Cotton palm on right. River to the left. 41. Elizabeth A Hutchings beside master bedroom window. Whitehall c. 1920 42. Whitehall (photo of a painting by Wallace) owned by Colin T Hutchings 1982. 42a. Whitehall painting by Wallace after restoration now owned by Nick Hutchings 2021 42b. Whitehall c. 1923 42c. Taken from the side garden looking towards the right side of house. Front door is to the left out of photo. The cotton palm is to the left. c. 1923 43. Signpost showing Whitehall 20 Sep 1992, All ground up to the tree line behind the signpost was Whitehall property. 44. Colin T. Hutchings age 9 mths. Mar 1943 Whitehall 45. Colin James, Elizabeth Ambler & Edward George Hutchings. Front garden by the date palm, Whitehall c. 1939-40 45a. Colin James, Edward George, Edward Thomas Hutchings & E. Winifred May & Barney (dog) Whitehall. c. 1939-40. 45b. Colin James & Colin Thomas Hutchings during drought & World War ll c. 1944-45 in front of cotton palm, date palm to right. 46. Garden at Whitehall. Jack Donnelly on the hand mower. Cotton palm on left, date palm behind Jack and roof of carpenters shop to right. 47. Colin J Hutchings on tractor, E. Tom Hutchings behind. Whitehall, c. 1933 48. Jack Donnelly (Tad) & Colin J. Hutchings. Cotton palm to right. Whitehall c. 1917-18 49. Edward G (Ted) & Colin J Hutchings with cockatoo outside the dairy in rear garden. Whitehall c. 1923 50. Taken from the windmill looking across the roof of the mens' hut to the garden, orchard and drive in Winter time. House is behind the trees to right, Wimmera River to the left out of picture. Whitehall. 50a. Not labelled by Col Hutchings. It is an aerial shot looking towards the house in the trees & seems to be taken from the top of a tree...on the river side. 51. E. Tom Hutchings & George Chambers dam sinking. Whitehall. 51a. Tom Hutchings & George Chambers dam sinking. Whitehall. 51b. E. Tom Hutchings dam sinking. 52. Emily Hayes & Ada Hole (sisters) with Tom, Col & Ted Hutchings at the woolshed. 53. E T (Tom) Hutchings on reaper & binder. Whitehall. 54. Orchard looking towards the house. Carpenters' shop and river on the right. Whitehall. 54a. Orchard looking from the house, dark trees in background form part of the drive. 55. Grasshopper plague, Christmas Day 1933. Whitehall 56. Frost on the front lawn, Whitehall. 57. Little red hen & chicks with the river in the background 58. Edward (Ted) G. Hutchings muscovy ducks, hay shed and trees along the river in the background. 58a. Edward (Ted) G Hutchings muscovy ducks. 59. Swimming in the Wimmera River, either Ted or Col Hutchings in the foreground. 60. Looking towards the fowl house and pigsty, Whitehall. 61. Snake on the path, Whitehall. c. 1923 61a. E. Tom Hutchings killing a snake, Whitehall. c. 1923 61b. E. Tom Hutchings killing a snake, Whitehall. c. 1923 62. Notice of clearing sale, Stawell News & Pleasant Creek Chronicle on 5 Apr 1916 where the stock & whole of the household furniture was to be sold by James Hutchings widow. 63. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 Colin J Hutchings left and Belle Kindred centre looking at photo 64. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 Colin J Hutchings centre, Graham Stewart holding photograph on the right. 65. Colin J Hutchings & Bill Walker. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 66. Colin J Hutchings delivering a speech before the plaque unveiling. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 67. Graeme Williamson & Colin J Hutchings (2 'old boys') Greens Creek School Site 7 Jun 1987 68. Graeme Williamson talking to Moyu Roe (Hutchings) in background is May Williamson. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 69. Greens Creek SS, Edward (Ted) & Colin J Hutchings attended. 70. Original students of first Greens Creek School 7 Jun 1987 Back row left 1. Kindred 3. Colin J Hutchings 4,5,6 not known 7. Graeme Williamson Sitting left 1. Not an original 2,3,4, not known 5. Belle Kindred 71. Terrier at Greens Creek State School 72. The new school students Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987. Perry twins standing in centre and the teacher kneeling front left. 73. Will Rees water colour 1925 signature 74. Will Rees water colour 1925 75. Shearing at Kirkellar. Allen Simpson's 76. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 Colin J Hutchings left and Belle Kindred centre looking at photo 77. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 Colin J Hutchings centre, Graham Stewart holding photograph on the right. 78. Colin J Hutchings & Bill Walker. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 79. Colin J Hutchings delivering a speech before the plaque unveiling. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 80. Graeme Williamson & Colin J Hutchings (2 'old boys') Greens Creek School Site 7 Jun 1987 81. Graeme Williamson talking to Moyu Roe (Hutchings) in background is May Williamson. Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987 82. Greens Creek SS, Edward (Ted) & Colin J Hutchings attended. 83. Original students of first Greens Creek School 7 Jun 1987 Back row left 1. Kindred 3. Colin J Hutchings 4,5,6 not known 7. Graeme Williamson Sitting left 1. Not an original 2,3,4, not known 5. Belle Kindred 84. Shearing at Kirkellar. Allen Simpson's 85. Terrier at Greens Creek State School 86. The new school students Back to Greens Creek 7 Jun 1987. Perry twins standing in centre and the teacher kneeling front left. Digital Copy of Parish Maps Kara Karahomestead

The Ballarat Junior Technical School Honour Board was unveiled on Saturday 17 June 1922 by Minister for Public Instruction, Alexander Peacock, in the presence of many parents, friends, students and staff. The Honour Board was designed by H.H. Smith, Principal of the Ballarat Technical Art School. Photograph of a timber World War One Honour Board honouring students from the Ballarat Junior Technical School, a division of the Ballarat School of Mines. ballarat junior technical school, world war one, honour board, honor board, w. paterson, w. allen, n. carmichael, s. adair, h.g. bennett, alan t. bernaldo, r. borradale, c.c. britain, b.c. burrow, h. collins, r.j. chick, c. cunningham, francis davis, a. dinon, f. edwards, p.c. frank, g. gilbert, j.p. james, g.j. leech, d.g. mcgrath, j.c. mcnab, r. parkin, l.a. ronaldson, g.o. shannon, s.l. steele, w.r. terry, s.h. townsend, h.h. smith, alexander peacock, robert borradale, albert burge, howard bennett, norman carmichael, reginald crick, herbert collins, r.j. crick, arthur dixon, frank edwards, george gilbert, sydney townsend