Timber!
Timber was the business of James Dyson from his earliest years in Western Australia. A year after his arrival in […]
This author’s great great great great grandfather.
Timber was the business of James Dyson from his earliest years in Western Australia. A year after his arrival in […]
He was a monster. That has to be made plain from the start. He could be very funny, he was creative and he was intelligent. He loved animals. He probably loved his family, but he also hurt them. He hurt them a lot. He also hurt many of the animals he loved as well, and he also hurt himself. He could laugh at himself. Others laughed at him too, a lot. He would have been fun to know personally but he humiliated those who had no choice but to share his name. He was the meanest drunk Western Australia has possibly ever known (and I realise that is a bold claim to make) and he was the fattest Western Australian of the nineteenth century. He was Andrew “Drewy” Dyson.
It seems like there was nothing the average man in Australia during the nineteenth and twentieth centuries enjoyed more than […]
One of the more annoying legends I had to endure when I grew up was how integral Rottnest Island was […]
18 June 1833. Halifax, Yorkshire. A heinous crime had been committed the previous evening, Mr Robertshaw had been viciously attacked […]
…About half-past nine last Friday night, my attention was attracted by a number of persons standing in front of prisoner’s […]
If you want to get an idea of what the Hobart Town of 1834, the year that the convict James […]
His older brother was dead, his younger brother was mad… It fell to Joseph’s lot to be his father’s heir.