Saturday, 4 March 2pm at the Hawkesbury Regional Museum, Baker Street, Windsor, historian Lynette Silver and artist Lizzy Newcomb join forces to 'teach your children well.'
Some of you may remember the Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young song which is a reminder. . .
"And you, of tender years can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth, they seek the truth before they can die."
Painting by Lizzy Newcomb, Hawkesbury Artist
Too often our children know little of those who came before --'their elders'. On March 4, 2pm the Hawkesbury Museum will remember the 213 anniversary of the Battle of Vinegar Hill.
We have included a short version below from the website Monument Australia, read more: Battle of Vinegar Hill
Convicts, mainly Irish, who were working on the government farm at Toongabbie joined with convicts and settlers in the district. They planned to march to Hawkesbury and team up with other rebels, then on to Parramatta and finally Sydney where they had planned to commandeer a ship home.
News of the uprising spread quickly to Sydney and Governor King dispatched soldiers of the NSW Regiment — later to be known as the infamous "Rum Corps" — who after a forced march faced the rebels at the place later known as Vinegar Hill.
Historian Lynette Silver and Artist Lizzy Newcomb will join talents to talk about this significant event and its impact on Hawkesbury history. Failed mini-rebellions, botched escape attempts, mutiny, wild rumours, betrayals, conspiracies and many personal tradegies that resulted in the ill-fated battle.
Ms. Silver's work investigating various aspects of Australian history was recognized following the publication of her books A Fool's Gold and The Battle of Vinegar Hill.
Lizzy Newcomb realized that local school children know very little about the battle that took place in their own neighbourhood. Using her art, she now does her bit to see that the event -- more than 200 years ago get the recognition it deserves today.
Lizzy Newcomb's Ned Kelly & Brother Dan
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks, the one you'll know by.
Don't you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry,
So just look at them and sigh
And know they love you.