Hotham River Picnic Area
First stop of the day at Boddington on the banks of the picturesque Hotham River.
Tranquil Hotham River
The picturesque Hotham River is surrounded by undulating hills, majestic forest and rolling farm land.
Hotham River at Boddington.
This project was funded by the WA2001 Centenary of Federation Program and the Boddington Lions Club. Officially opened on Australia Day, 26 January 2001.
Hotham River looking upstream
Zoomed to Railway Bridge upstream
Hotham River looking downstream
BBQ Facilities and Picnic Area
Signs for Dogs
Hope they can read!
Dog exercise area to the right
Hotham River from Carpark
This sculpture depicts how railway gangers performed the work in the early 1900's.
A Glimpse into the Past, a Vision for the Future
The Western Australian Government and its community partners are working to re-open the railway to realise its tourism potential. To this end the Government has made a $1 million contribution in 2003/4. Planning is now underway to commence construction at the Boddington end.
Wall of Moasics
Moasics depicting the Shire Map, Annual Rodeo, St Alban's Church, Swamp Tortoise, Tullis Bridge, Leschenaultia, Pioneers' Wagon, Marradong Roads Board Office, Emu Chick, Log Carting, and the Tannin Extracts Factory.
Boddington was originally gazetted in 1912. The name Boddington comes from Henry Boddington a shepherd who grazed his sheep on the banks of the Hotham River in the late 1800's.
Arrival at Kodja Place, Kojonup
The Kodja Place is the result of the district’s cultures working in harmony with a single goal. An architecturally designed, purpose-built rammed earth building houses a multifaceted display of artefacts, stories, interactive displays, exhibits, pictures, and entertaining hands-on devices adjacent to a spectacular Rose Maze.
Experience the Real Australia Story. It tells in a vital, vivid, human and sometimes confronting manner the Kojonup story and the influences, cultural, economic and geographic, that formed the Kojonup of today.
Stunning Noongar Mural
A huge and dramatic Noongar mural near entrance of Kodja Place, tells the story of the six traditional seasons, and tells how the rivers and waterholes were created.
The Kodja, an authentic Noongar Stone Axe
The pivotal exhibit, the Kodja, an authentic Noongar stone axe, is central to the linear gallery as the source of the district’s name: Kodja - 'stone axe'; up - place of water: Kojonup.
Noongar Seasons - Mural
The story is about the Mardjit (Snake) who in local mythology created the waterholes, the streams and creek beds. The waterholes show the changes during the different seasons.
The Mardjit (Snake)
The eggs of the Mardjit represent new life. The six Noongar seasons are:- Birak (Summer, Dec/Feb), Bunuru (Autumn, Feb/Apr), Djeran (Windy, Apr/Jun), Makuru (Winter, Jun/Aug), Djilba (Windy, Aug/Oct), and Kambarang (Spring, Oct/Dec).
Mural painted by Craig McVee
On the outer edges of the mural the colours are of the skies and the inner sections are of the land during the different seasons. The larger dots are the links where the Wadjelas (Europeans) began to make an impact in Kojonup.
The Story Place
Creative and interpretive displays in the Story Place vividly illustrate Kojonup’s history, immersing the viewer in the culture of Kojonup, and powerfully showing the harsh realities of life for both Noongar and Wadjela people living and working together during the last century.
Yongar (Kangaroo) Floor Mural
Representing the way Noongar people lived in harmony with the flora and fauna of the land.
Waitch (Emu) Floor Mural
From the inception of the project the Noongar community requested that their stories be told alongside those of the Wadjela (non-indigenous) community.
Powder Blue 1966 HR Holden Ute
This Powder Blue Farm Ute forms one of the many displays created by the community to tell the story of its past and present.
Australia Rose Maze
The Australian Rose Maze at Kodja Place pays tribute to the women of twentieth century Australia. With its paths, roses, pergolas and stories, the Australian Rose Maze is a growing thing representing how the lives of women have changed throughout the twentieth century.
Australian-bred Rose Bushes
Representing a 'journey through life' the Rose Maze weaves stories of three women's lives together through pathways, pergolas and almost 1,000 Australian-bred rose bushes.
Standard Rose adds height to the display
Woven through the Maze are Stories
Stories have been written to be placed throughout the maze. They follow the lives of three fictional women throughout the twentieth century. One is Aboriginal – a Noongar woman since named “Yoondi” by our local community. Another arrived from Italy early in the century ( many Kojonup families come from the Valtellina region of Northern Italy ) The third was of English origin. As in real life in country WA their stories intertwined over the century so that by the end of the maze the women’s stories begin to converge. In Kojonup we are finding new ways to celebrate and respect each others cultures.
Part of Yoondi's Story
No one took my kids away from me. Bit lucky I guess. They said it was best thing for the kids, growing up the wadjela way. I think to myself, best for who? Two of my sister's kids were taken away. She tried to hide them. She never knew where they taken them. That was the end of the world for my sister Elly.
Mosaic representing Yoondi's story
Long time ago, before the wadjela (white man) came, all this land here belong my people, the Noongar people. Thousands of years we lived here and looked after the land. The land give us bush tucker, animals for food and bush medicine when we were sick. The land gave us our names, our sacred places, our spirit our soul.
Yoondi's story continued
When wadjela come, not so long time ago, our people showed them the water holes and bush tucker and animals that were good to eat. Then the wadjela brought new animals and pulled down the trees where koomal (possums) lived. He built fences over the land where yonger (kangaroo) grazed. He brought sickness bush medicines could not make better and our people began to die. Soon the old ways disappeared. Noongars had to work for the wadjela to keep alive. Sugar, tea, flour and blankets they gave us. Blankets don't keep rain out like yonger skins.
Rose Bushes, Pathways and Pergolas
The timeline of the twentieth century is reflected in the rose planting and placement of structures in the maze processional.
Pink Rose in bloom
Unfortunately very few roses were in bloom today, but this is evidence that they did flower.
English Settler's Journal 1900
My life has changed forever. I have a daughter Elizabeth Anne. My bundle of joy! She was safely delivered into this world by the midwife. The new father is very happy though I think he was hoping his first born would be a son. The baptism will be next month when the clergyman passes this way. We are to plant three rose bushes. One for each of us. Our little family so far from home. I must be strong enough to travel into town next week. For the first time women can vote and I want to be part of saying "yes" to making Australia one country.
English Settler's Journal 1922
Lizzie's wedding day. A memorable occasion. Her brother gave the bride away. A simple church ceremony followed by a luncheon at the hotel here in Perth. I am delighted with Lizzie's choice of husband. We have known David from his school days. He has been Lizzie's constant partner at dances and tennis matches ever since. Tomorrow we return to the farm as it is a busy time. David has much to complete on the new mudbrick house. He will help manage the farm until the boys are older. Last week I started knitting baby clothes. It is best to be prepared. How proud Donald would have been of his daughter. How much I miss him, even after seven long years.
English Settler's Journal 1923
Today I was blessed with a grand-daughter, Edith, named after Edith Cowan who Lizzie admires so much. I think I shall call her Edie. Both are doing well and why shouldn't they be! Edie was one of the first babies born in our new local hospital. It was a comfort knowing there was a doctor close by. This wonderful event calls for a celebratory dinner. In preparation the new father has killed a chicken which I will roast in the wood stove and serve with fresh picked vegies, and jelly and custard for sweets. I just hope the Coolgardie Safe can keep the jelly set in this heat. I have planted another rose bush to welcome the new member into the family. We must be more careful with our water. The levels in the rainwater tanks are low.
The Sheepyard Maze
'Party Line' Telephone Poles
Mary McKillop - the Rose of Faith
Italian Immigrant's letter 1953
Cara Lucia. My heart is sad I shall never see Mama again. After such a long sickness I am happy she is at peace. Now she has gone I think I will never see Italy again. I pray for her in heaven. You speak of many Italians leaving for America and Canada. Also many come to Australia. Some come to live near us. Australians call them 'dings' and 'dagoes'. The children at school are cruel sometimes. They tease the Italian children about salami sandwiches and other food we eat. It is not so bad here in the country. They are used to us here. The grandchildren are not interested in the old ways. Rosa says her name is Rose. I must finish now. I still have to bake for Easter. If I do not bake everyone complains. Da tuo zia (aunt) Maria
Italian Immigrant's letter 1967
Cara Lucia. How times change! 20 years ago our men were locked up because they might be spies. Now they are wanted for the war in Vietnam. Tony has been called up. We are all worried about him. You will nitice the stamps on my letters have changed. No more pounds and shillings. We now have dollars and cents, just like the Americans. Soon we will have kilometres and kilograms, just like you. Everything is changing. I read more about the contraceptive pill. Mama would have been shocked. I am glad all our daughters are married. Who knows what it will be like when the grandchildren get older! I am glad the Church has spoken out against such things. Stefano is well but has to take things a little easy. He still loves his food and I make sure he always gets a cooked mid-day meal. Baci - Katerina
One of many Seats throughout the Maze
Evidence of Faded Flowers
Hopefully I can visit one day when the maze is in full bloom.
Mary McKillop - the Rose of Faith
Looking back towards Kodja Place
Overview of Australian Rose Maze #1
Overview of Australian Rose Maze #2
Overview of Australian Rose Maze #3