Ugly Duckling - or Beauty under the Calico?

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We get regular commissions to carry out at your Men’s Shed. Tables that wobble,
man-cave signs to engrave, wonky wheeled toys to persuade straight again, and treasures to
uncover beneath decades of yuck. 
We were ready when Alice brought a piano stool she had bought at a bargain price
from a well-known antique store. Loose legs? Reattached and firm for more fortissimos and
then polished. But that calico covering! All torn at one corner and, frankly, puzzling.
Carefully removing the rough material, Bruce and Michael discovered exquisite

Julie's Garden Seat

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Fifty-seven years ago. That’s both a long, and a short, time.
57 years in this little town we call the Burgh. Imagine the changes. The little white
house behind the pub, the walls chuckling at the sound of another baby born. Coal fires in the
Metter, warming a Struggle Town miners’ cottage. Lilyvale’s railway station - gone! The Co-
op. Crawchie Day. Mrs. Braggs wool emporium. Holidays in a shack down at Bulgo. A dip in
the big dam after school. Horses tied up outside the shops. Ladies in white at the Bowling
Club. The Band Hall burning down.

The Walk to save your men

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What is that noise?
That clanging, bongoing, and scratching?
It's enough to wake the dead!
We were walking along Cemetery Road, a motley group of men, women, and Peppa
the Pig (dog). There was a bongo drum, indeed. Maracca's, tambourines (we had a Salvo's
connection). And the infamous scratchy ball instrument played by our leader and Shed Health
Officer Ron Balderston. 
Why were we walking, on this starlit Friday evening, turning left onto Walker Street

Almost Boot-Scootin' at the Shed

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Although we are Helensburgh Men’s Shed, and have been serving our community
since 2016, we often carry out projects for people outside the Burgh. We recently made a new
‘scooter-board’ (sounds good with an American accent) for Family Connections in Bangor.
Caitlin, a local lass, works there and got the Shed involved in creating this important
paediatric physio equipment. One of our new members, Stephen (Wood Wizard) Dodd,
created the scooter-board (remember the accent – come on) with help from other shedders.

Spreading the (Shed) Word

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This year is the 30th Anniversary celebrating Men’s Sheds in Australia – and who do
we have to thank for that?
A woman, of course!
In 1993, Maxine Chaseling (nee Kitto), coordinator of The Heritage Club, an
activities centre for the older generations in Goolwa, South Australia, conceived the idea of a
men's shed after her own father had become depressed, stuck at home and no longer able to
work after suffering a heart attack.
She noticed that the only thing giving her father purpose was working in his shed.

All that Glitters

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"After my uncle passed away, I visited family in Cessnock and found an old frame
with a hand-coloured photo of my pop, Jared Hill. He was born in 1917 in Durham, northern
England, and learned to play the trumpet as a young boy. When Pop, his three brothers, and
my great-grandparents migrated to Cessnock, he kept up his trumpeting and joined a local
Salvation Army band, where this photo originates.
When I was given the frame earlier this year, it was coated in thick layers of cracked,

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