TRANGIE HISTORY

 

 

Along the track to Dandaloo ... Where droughts are plenty; rains are few; There lies on a patch of sunburnt ground ... A little place called Trangie Town.

A town that grew on sweeping plains ... From yields of wool & golden grains; Where in the wake of the chippers' toil ... Cotton springs from rich brown soil.

Where by the stand of native scrub ... Goodwill flows from a country pub; And beneath verandahs & shopfront signs ... Stockmen muse and pass the time.

The time that seems to stand so still ... (A legacy of the pioneers' will?) And by shady gums of the Goan stream ... Weary travellers pause to dream.

That's why along the track to Dandaloo ... Where country faith is tried & true; You'll find as the western sun goes down ... It leaves a glow on Trangie Town! (reproduced with permission from Maggie May Gordon)

TRANGIE

Quick,Intercourse

My home town;

Less than an hours drive west of Dubbo, along the Mitchell Highway is the town of Trangie. With a population around the 1000 mark, this small town is brimming with interesting, spirited people who are passionate about their community..

MY FIRST PICTURE IS WHERE I BELIVE IT ALL CAME FROM,,,

REGGINALD GEORGE DUNN

SHEARER

 

One of the best things we did in Trangie

was to eat a meal straight from the camp oven

My first cousin Tanya and her Husband Warrick McMaster,my mate)invited us out for lunch.