Letter from John Wal (the rest has been eaten by a silverfish) dated 7 Nov 1876. Letter mentions Voucher for £10 Funeral Benefit late Wife Bro Cowan. Also inform Bro Murray and Nicholas when the first meeting for the Pic Nic Committee will be held.societies, aof, correspondence, ancient order of foresters no. 3770 collection - correspondence, bendigo united district, court king of the forest, bro cowan, bro murray, bro nicholas, foresters hall myers st

Three President's Reports containing Club news, etc. One has the conclusion to a series titled 'Quadrilles'. Another has an article titled 'Vale Trevor'. Trevor Holt was a member of the Wedderburn Oldtimers.clubs, music, bush dance & music club of bendigo, peter ellis collection, mavis mcgregor, lex ottrey, latrobe university school board, whipstick parks advisory committee, bendigo field naturalist club, western victorian field naturalist clubs association, jack kellam, bert gibson, shirley andrews, trevor holt, myers, brash's, wedderburn oldtimers, morrie gierisch, ian johnson, jack condon, salvation army, carolyn marrone, wally & phyllis tugwell, peter hunter, pedre gurteen, jack stroud, max klubal, rae doudle, bob allen, alex fisher, tom brereton, colin silk, mary smith, ellen smith, harry mcqueen, joe byatt, beat klippel, bertie gibson, ron mcnally, anthony & lisa simon, tom adams, ted egan, geraldine doyle, les rankin, maree murrell, victor silvestor, ken hall

Photo with Ballarat tram No. 38 in background, floral clock in foreground, Ballarat Town Hall with Begonia Festival sign on Sturt Street face, Myers building and a horse drawn cart about to cross Sturt St. Tram fitted with large triangles, dash canopy lights and small white stripe. 23/2/1963'SEC Ballarat, No. 38, Floral clock and Sturt St. 23/2/63' in blue inktramways, trams, sturt st, floral clock, town hall, tram 38

Ballarat tram 36 in Sturt St, at Lydiard St, with tram stop in foreground. Town Hall and Myers in background. Tram has large white triangles, and painted with the white strip under the windows, but lights yet to be fitted. Has destination of Sebastopol. Tram looks recently repainted.'SEC Ballarat, No. 36, Sturt St. Ballarat, 16-1-61' in blue ink and 'W.Jack' stamped onto slidetramways, trams, ballarat, sturt st, tram 36

My Story by Bruce Myers – June 2001 Arthur Bruce Myers was born on Wednesday morning on the 29/4/1925 at Kelvin Grove Hospital Bacchus Marsh. Background Information: Prepared by Niece Wendy Barrie. The early life of Bruce Myers “Burnbank” Ballarat Road Melton. The family home was built by his grandparents Ann nee Dowling and Henri Miers in 1867. His father Frederick was born in 1877 in Melton the youngest of four boys. Bruce the fourth son of Frederick and Martha, brother Frederick the eldest was followed by Marjorie and Edna. His brother Max was the youngest child. Father Frederick Myers attended Melton State School No 430 enrolling in 1881 and leaving in 1888 gaining his Merit Certificate No 116343. Bruce enrolled in July 1931 and completed and gaining his Merit Certificate in 1937. In 1938 he travelled to Melbourne Boys High School. Bruce was taught piano by his sister Marjorie, a respected Melton music teacher. He entered many Piano competitions and at the age of 10 winning the radio cup in the Junior Cavalcade at 3AW at Latrobe Street. At Melbourne Boys High School during his lunchtime was allowed to practice the piano in the basement for his recreation. He was pestered by another boy (name I have forgotten) a teacher intervened telling him to leave Myers alone. As a young child when listening to music he was able to on hearing it identify the key it was written in, due to his perfect pitch. I remember “Mum” Myers telling about the time they went to see Artur Rubeinstein at a concert, when Bruce was a small boy, it may have been on this occasion that he had noted the key of the piano composition. Bruce writes – In my early teens Max and I frequently accompanied the Williams boys, Wally and Jim on expeditions up the Toolern Creek near where the Gisborne exit now crosses it. The dogs would chase the rabbits into their burrows after placing nets over the burrows a ferret would be let in to burrow, much excitement would be involved in the rush to grab the rabbits as they bolted into the nets. In the same area I used too accompany Dad on an evening rabbit shoot (summer time). After the heat of the day the rabbits would emerge from their burrows at dusk. We would his behind the tree in silence, a mark contrast to the ferreting scene. Dad with the shotgun cocked would wait until 2 or 3 rabbits were close together then fire (Bang!). Hopefully killing two rabbits. They would have to be killed outright, otherwise they would run back into their burrows. Needless to say, one deafening shot ended the event, also it only cost one cartridge. Our only swimming pool was hole in the Toolern Creek at its junction with the blind creek at the eastern entrance to Melton. Dad swum there in the 1880’s teaching many of the youngsters to swim. Females never swum there to my knowledge. The dressing shed consisted of a 4 corrugated iron nailed to a wooden frame about 4 metres by 3 no floor or roof. We always walked the kilometre in our bathers anyway. The swimming hole once dried up leaving about 2 ft of mud. We Melton boys had so much fun fossicking around with our hands and feet and yanking out numerous eels, some very bid. I don’t know what happened to them all. No doubt Dad would have skun one or two for Mum to cook after cutting them up into short lengths. They used to jump around the pan when they were cooking. Dad accompanied by Max and I, frequently fished for eels in the Gillespie’s waterhole just below our place using a rod, line, sinker, hook baited with a worm, and a white floater so as to easily see when an eel was on the hook, so that it could quickly be pulled before it could anchor itself on and under water snag such as a tree root making it impossible to catch, or causing the line to be lost. At about the age of 8, I suddenly discovered amazingly easily means of movement. One day when I was riding the bike on rough bluestone road near the Presbyterian Church [Uniting Church] in Melton when the front fork broke and I landed on my right knee and right eye gashing both, the knee severely. I have carried the scars ever since. I started getting mobile by riding a scooter with good leg on the scooter and swinging the right leg, keeping is straight because bending it was too painful.Childhood photo of Brucelocal identities