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Looking Forward, Looking Back. Or is that the other way around?

Gunning Station from eastern end of No. 1 Platform, 1941. Photo:  Portal into the Past of Sydney & Beyond . Recently I came across some photos taken at the Gunning Railway Station from 1941 from a Facebook group Portal into the Past of Sydney & Beyond , so I decided to take myself off and see if it had changed much in 76 years. Gunning Station from eastern end of No. 1 Platform, 2017. Photo by Leslie Bush. There is something to be said for the power of a photograph. We take thousands of photos these days, but do we cherish them as they once were? To own or have access to a camera was a very rare treat. And how lucky we are that this was so. Gunning Station from western end, 1941. Photo:  Portal into the Past of Sydney & Beyond . There are some phenomenal images from bygone eras where they had to take their time, taking daring risks to make sure they got the shot just right. Gunning Station from western end, 2017. Photo by Lesli...

A Day in Gunning, 1903; or, The Eloquent Grumblings of an Educated Man with a Gladstone Bag in Gunning

"Sadly I clamber down and, gladstone in hand, go to the station to make enquiries". Photo by davidd / CC BY 2.0 A DAY AT GUNNING: The railway people at Gunning are good citizens, and hospitable. Having once got the stranger within their gates, they are loth to let him depart, and so he gets misleading information regarding trains. At an hour when civilized beings still sleep-about 7 a.m. -I arise, dress, breakfast hurriedly, and hasten to catch a train which a too confident official had assured me would leave for Goulburn about 8 o'clock. A train is there, about to start, and I clamber hurriedly in. Alas for the vanity of human wishes! The guard tells me it goes to Wagga. To all my arguments he is deaf. I tell him that on the word of a railway official-and aught but truth is incompatible with such a man-a train leaves about eight for Goulburn. It is about eight ; here is a train ; so it must be leaving for Goulburn. This is logic ; but the guard knows nothing of the...

Good, Old-Fashioned Customer Service

Gunning Railway Station, 27 January 1941. Photo by John McMillan. Public Domain via Trove . Gunning Railway Station. A party writing from Gunning, directs attention to the inconvenience and hardships which arise at the railway station there through no fire being lit either in the gentlemen's or ladies' waiting room. Often persons have to remain a considerable time in waiting for trains, and these cold winter nights are very trying, more particularly so on ladies ; and what renders the state of things even worse still, is that the officials are well provided for in this respect, This gentleman was at Gunning two nights in succession, and no trace of a fire was there. He was informed that perhaps once a week, or some times less frequently, a fire is to be seen in either of the waiting rooms. He very justly says that something should be done for the comfort of passengers, and the officials should be instructed not to give all their time to providing for their own want...

Gunning Gossip: The Rumour Mill 1880-style

NSW Railways Staff c1900  ( K iama Library, Flickr cc-by-2.0) The following article appeared on page 2 of the Goulburn Herald and Chronicle on 5 January 1880. The original article is available on Trove . A Canard.- About one o'clock on last Friday afternoon a small boy came rushing through the street, telling everybody he met that Mr. Morphy, the well-known and universally-liked porter at the railway-station, had been thrown from a cart and instantly killed.   The boy had been told to go for the police, and Constable Clifford started with all possible speed for the scene of the reported dire disaster, which was something over a mile from town, The constable called on his way for Mr. Collins to accompany him in case there might be still some hopes of saving the life of the unfortunate man.  The intelligence, like all bad news; spread like wild-fire and in a few minutes nearly the whole male population of the town was pouring across the flat in the rear ...