These boots were made for walking. They were bought at the same time we bought ‘Rivendell’ back in 1996. Rivendell was a property of over 110 acres. It held a large house and an old convict built slab timber hut. It was the slab timber hut that made us get the property. You could feel the history of it. Hard labour, no running water and no electricity. A family with 9 kids lived in it till the seventies when it was bought by a couple of artists who then also build the house and the farm infrastructure with holding pens, horse stables, a diary ( dairy π ) and lots of dams. The property had a 2km frontage to a river. This river used to roar after rain but became a trickle during droughts. We were told that a grave on our property held the remains of a baby that had drowned in the river during the 1920s while her mother was doing her washing. Each spring a few snow-bells used to pop up above this grave which was surrounded by an old rickety picket fence.
That’s how farming is in Australia, a fairly ruthless game not for the faint hearted or the get rich quick merchants. Wild dogs including dingoes used to go for the kill during lambing times and our neighbours used to put out baits to keep on top of those killers. It also got our Border Collie ‘Bella’, who during a walk along the fence line must have taken a baited chook head. She had enough time to bolt home, crawl underneath the veranda floor and died within minutes.
We never set out to do any farming. It was a semi-retirement move but with it came the restoration of the old hut into a holiday letting with a handy income. Of course, no move into the country could be undertaken without also getting sturdy boots and Drizabone coats.
We still have the drizabone coats and wear them during cold and windy weather. They are a cotton soaked in boiled linseed oil fashion item and an obligatory features in many films including The Man from the Snowy river. My RMW shoes are now over 18 years old. They are still wearable but only just. I wear them knowing they came before our three grandkids were born, before the 9/11, the Iraq war or other catastrophes I might have overlooked. The RMW boots cost a fortune but they do last!
Here they are.
Tags: Border Collie, Drizabone, Rivendell, RMWilliams
October 21, 2014 at 1:27 am |
Great story and I think those boots look ok to me. You must be very particular about everyday clothing or do you call them duds
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October 21, 2014 at 1:32 am |
Those boots last a lifetime. They are very well made and don’t age. I wore them as farm boots, on the tractor, clearing weeds, slashing trees during bush-fire danger, but also to go out in. I have another pair I bought a few years ago. They will see me out, probably end up as a family heirloom and hotly fought over! ;).
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October 21, 2014 at 1:39 am
Those boots can travel from one man to another and become a family treasure. I’m glad you have a second pair. π
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October 21, 2014 at 2:09 am
Helvi has a pair of RMW’s bought at a community market for $30.-. She is still over the moon with them. They were sold by a woman still bitter and upset about her ex husband who had bought them for her during better years. They reminded her of him so much, she had to get rid of them.
Yes, shoes can tell stories that would make your ears tingle or even ring.
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October 21, 2014 at 1:59 am |
They’ve seen some rough living alright, those RM Williams … But Gerard, I hereby notify you it is VERBOTEN to use phrases like “see me out”, OK ? Time enough for that when we’re in our 90s. I have spoken.
[grin]
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October 21, 2014 at 2:14 am |
Righto boss. Waz about me 2 litre shampoo, surely not verboten. It will last me out for another 50 years, Nein? Ich wurde dann ein hundred funfundzwanzig jaren sein. (umlauts!)
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October 21, 2014 at 8:24 am |
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October 21, 2014 at 8:29 am |
Thanks Rod. I used to know how to get accents but in my dotage can’t be bothered to go through all that again.
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October 21, 2014 at 8:35 am |
Has anyone thought of pulling me up on the diary? Horsestables and a ‘diary?’ A large diary spread on an acre or so, perhaps on which was writ the events of the day? It was so large the diary could milk the cows? Editor, editor, where are you?
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October 21, 2014 at 11:20 am |
110 acres is not much smaller than HK (poetic license). I have some brogues of a similar era. Not worn so much now but re-soled many times and held in great affection. Quality costs but is worth it
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October 21, 2014 at 11:34 am |
My 1996 pair have had numerous re-soles and heels. I take them out for a walk along the river still. Do you wear them on your photographic journeys? They have some sort of cushion inside supporting the feet. The softness of that support is still there., after all those years. I was a much young(er) man then.
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October 21, 2014 at 1:03 pm
Not for photographic journeys Gerard but the odd social gathering.
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October 21, 2014 at 10:03 pm
Oh, I remember social gathering. It was some time ago. The art of which seems to vanish as one gets older or am I just such a recluse as to now keep shy as a front?
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October 22, 2014 at 12:31 am |
I love the pictures. Thanks for sharing. Who owns “Rivendell” now?
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October 22, 2014 at 5:44 am |
Rivendell was bought by a lawyer man from Sydney. He bought it without his wife ever looking at it, so…?
It looks as if not many drive over the lane that takes one to the main house. The 200 poplars that we planted along the driveway have done well. You cannot see the house from the road, so we don’t know what state it is in now.
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October 22, 2014 at 5:54 am
Well, at least you know that the poplars have done well. π
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October 23, 2014 at 5:43 am
Hi Gerard, this is a link to my blog about our arrival in Australia which took place in 1959. Maybe you’d like to have a look?
I also mentioned my blog here in the comment section where you responded.
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October 22, 2014 at 12:39 am |
Great boots Geard! I like the rug too!
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October 22, 2014 at 5:46 am |
Those boots are some item. Strong and almost indestructible. One of Australia’s best made product. They are a legend amongst the RMW boots aficionados and I get asked sometimes about their age.
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October 22, 2014 at 3:50 am |
Wow, if I had boots that old, I’d buy a trophy case for them. They look better than shoes I’ve had for six months. π βCurt
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October 22, 2014 at 5:50 am |
They truly are something and have assumed a life of their own now. The Maserati of the shoe world.
http://www.rmwilliams.com.au/e-SalesB2CProd/esa/GalleryView.jsp?@where.ParentCategoryID=MFODB&@where.ParentCategoryName=Boots&sessionkey=
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October 22, 2014 at 12:09 pm |
Gerard, I can empathise, I have a couple of pairs of genuine, Australian made shoes which are close to 20 and 30 years old. This is back when we could make such things in Australia. Now it seems almost impossible, who could imagine it? How does one make a shoe?
I also have a pair of Australian made RM Williams jeans. can’t wear them IN, let alone wear them out! I guess if I’m ever on the bones of me arse, I’ll at last have shoes and pants!
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October 23, 2014 at 1:31 am |
I have two pairs of RMW’s One a couple of years old which I keep locked up except for weddings and funerals.(more of the latter lately)
The 1996 model is still beckoning me to wear. I have them on now as I type.
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October 23, 2014 at 1:43 am
Gerard, I think you were wearing them the day we visited.
Yes. more funerals, ever grateful that they are not our own.
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October 23, 2014 at 3:56 am
Yes, I must have had them on. Hardly ever wear anything else except sometime pants or pyjama.
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October 23, 2014 at 4:45 am
If I cark it before you Big M; just keep off the grass!
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October 23, 2014 at 4:51 am
I try to wear pants, most days.
At the rate we’re going, I think I’ll predecease you, Gez.
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October 23, 2014 at 11:25 am
A neck on neck race? π
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October 22, 2014 at 2:18 pm |
A good looking pair of old boots Gerard!
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October 23, 2014 at 1:32 am |
Ha, ha. π
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October 23, 2014 at 10:29 am |
Great boots, they look fine to me. I remember our first family skiing holidays β with homemade skis (my father would be bending wood in cooking pots on the stove!) and homemade clothes (canvas with heaven knows what daubed all over them to make them weather proof.
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October 23, 2014 at 11:18 am |
Your dad had great values. I remember sking on wooden skis. That’s when I met H on the slopes of the Dolomites in Lienz Austria. We have been together ever since.
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April 24, 2015 at 11:28 am |
Still got my two pairs of Baxters -last ones made in Oz before the Goulburn based company moved off-shore to China. Circa 2003, cant match your date…the dog chewed up the earlier version!
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