Tuesday, October 2, 2012

Ross In Pictures

Last week when Morgan had his eye appointment with the Irlens Specalist we decided to grab a cabin enroute back to our own town & spend the night. We didn't have much of a view that evening because it was very dark when we pulled in. We were simply grateful for a semi-warm place & blankets. I'd say pillows, but those weren't provided!

In the morning as I told the guys to grab breakfast Jayden couldn't resist peeking outside at the wildlife. He's an animal lover through & through & he knew there were ducks about because we'd heard a few of them when we'd pulled in the night before. He was not disappointed, & they were content to sit with him while he ate his breakfast. They were a little annoyed he only offered them the tops of the strawberries instead of the entire berry. That crazy white goose took a real liking to Jayden, it was absurd. I kept warning him that geese can be mean & he should be careful, but no matter where that child went there was the goose trailing behind him. It was funny. We had a beautiful view, was the sun was up, but we didn't stay long enough to take advantage of it. Mr S wanted to take the boys through a small town called Ross that is rich with Australian history from the Convict period.

This beautiful bridge was built by convicts. The history behind it is quite amazing & there's a little plaque round the other side of it that Mr S read aloud to the boys, until they started uttering words like, "Mean." "Unfair." "I wouldn't have stood for that!"

Depending on which side of the bridge depends on what sign you see. We'd just come from Hobart, which is actually quite a large city now. Many of the Historical Fiction books we've read to the boys about convicts revolve around this area.

We live a good distance the other sie of this City, but we were headed in that direction! This is the sign if you're driving on the other side of the bridge, & these are etched right into the bridge itself.

It was a beautiful view after miles & miles of highway stretching before us. All though we had great fun spotting all the "shadow" decorations along the roadside & the various topiary that still liters the roadside.

Mr S said that the water level was high as we couldn't walk very far around the water's edge on the normal path. Morgan was delighted to see that if the river continued to flood & we lived there he'd still be able to walk on his feet without water being over his head.

Lover's are suppose to sit here & contemplate the road ahead. We found the whole thing quite funny, especially when the boys spotted that the path we were on was called Lover's Lane. 

Jayden was very eager to get down to the water. Jayden's relationship with water is a lot like that with animals. Im pretty sure if our property had a pool on it we'd never see him because he'd always be in it.

One of the bridge plaques, not the one that caused the unrest when Mr S read it aloud.

This is the plaque that caused irritation, or rather the information on it. The boys felt that if the stonemasons received emancipation {which they knew exactly what it meant thanks to the Emancipation Proclamation & were delighted to tell Mr S what it meant} that those convicts who also helped work on it should have equally received the same rewards.

Morgan & his uncle have the tradition of stopping to make little stick boats to float in any body of water they find. While his uncle wasn't with us Morgan still felt the need to make two boats, drop them in the water & race up on top of the bridge to see which one would float out the other side first. Neither one, they got caught in some lilly pads.

Mr S reading the offensive plaque to the boys while he's waiting for his GPS to kick in. He felt the GPS on his phone was better then the one on mine, but my pone was getting the decent reception while his phone's reception was extremely questionable. I found his GPS really annoying because the dreadful voice kept shouting at me.

We took the path from the bridge up to the church. While the adults were in awe of walking on this path that was most likely walked on a few hundred years ago, the kids were fighting over who would not be last through the gate. I'm betting that path has heard that argument a lot..

Stables you pass on the path by the church. There was a crazy dog, not in the photo, living in a house nearby. He was very curious as to what we were doing, & extremely noisy about his curiosity.

A boy on the roof? How did he do that!

Ahh, mystery solved.

The path wound around a hill & up through another gate, which I offered to go through last to avoid any bickering. 

The only thing cooler then the key hole were those beautiful hinges!

You're allowed in, but there's a sign asking you to please close the door to the sanctuary because the bees & birds enjoy visiting too.

Jayden thought it would be fun to give us a rousing rendition of the 10 Commandments. He was hoping for a few fist slamming pointers on them until Mr S told him he had to be quiet because there were people within the church working. 

There were several stain glassed windows within the church. The boys hadn't seen any before & were really smitten with them. 

We sat down in the pack pew & Morgan started tisking that someone had carved onto the pew in front of us. We all looked down & our mouths fell open when we started to read out the dates that were carved right along with a few little boys names. It's no wonder no one ever sanded over them!

I spotted the cornerstone when we went back outside & Mr S read it aloud to the boys. His second lesson of the day didn't go much better then his first lesson. It went something like this, "Boys this church was build in 1882, do you know how old that is?" Jayden's reply, "It's a lot older then Helen Keller, she was still alive in the 1900's, which means this church is extremely old!" Morgan's reply didn't help Mr S who was all ready scratching his head, "It's older then the Titanic too, which means this church is more then 100 years old!" They skipped off down the path towards the public toilets while Mr S started asking me what on earth Helen Keller or the Titanic had to do with Tasmania. Ahh yes, Sorry dear, welcome to the wonderful world of curious minds.

We walked back on a different path & found various metal arrows in the ground pointing out two things. The major bridge we'd all ready visited &

We decided to seek out the female factory, which proved a little bit harder on foot then we expected it to be.

We did eventually find it's remains. The major factory was removed & all that's left are a few signs to remind you of what was there, how the women were treated, & so on. You walk around a sheep paddock & read the signs. The scenery is beautiful, but the signs are so incredibly depressing & crushing to read. Women were forced to ween their children before the child was ready. Their children were sent away to orphanages at the age of 3 & most weren't promised a better life. The women could be restricted the right to see their children for a variety of punishments. Some women were imprisoned simply for being pregnant. The overseers cottage was still standing though so we walked through those. The stone steps were actually worn away in the middle to make a U shape from the ceaseless walking that must have once happened upon them. All in all it was a really interesting tour of the little town.

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