Newtown is one of Sydney’s most extensively explored suburbs and has yielded some surprising archaeological finds in the last hundred years.
Recent economic strictures imposed by the municipal equivalent of the Greece monetary crisis – the Marrickville Council new economic program “Doing Less With Less” include a fundamental policy of discarding vital archival material, closing the public library and selling off museum storage spaces to Kennards – for hiring out to yuppies to store the shit that they can’t fit into their trendy new pieds a terre in the precinct.
The Friends of Newtown Archaeology (FONAy) are fighting back by meticulously sieving through the treasure trove and these are two of our amazing finds.
In 1907, two great disturbances rocked the world of Newtown Archaeology – the discoveries under the very main street, the artery of our borough – King Street revealed a rich and truly amazing prehistory of Newtown.
The first – was the unearthing of a fossilised prehistoric human – a giant of a man almost two and a half metres tall – named at the time, the King Street Giant.
In August of 1907, a nasty and curious accident happened in front of what was to later become the Newtown Bridge – after the construction of the reailway and the re-blocking of the tram tracks leading from King Street into Enmore Road.
Mr Halliwell Diddicomb-Holme, didn’t come home that day. The dray of coal he was driving disappeared – Halliwell, horse and all into a hole that opened up in the road. Incredibly, the horse was only slightly injured, but Diddicomb-Holme had to be put down. Records do not reveal the fate of the load of coal, but it is not difficult to imagine that it was put to good effect by the less-well heeled parishioners of the borough.
Not wanting to see a repeat of the accident, the Town Council started excavations in an urgent attempt to prevent further catastrophic collapse of the carriageway. This was particularly pressing with the imminent introduction of the first trams – weighing considerably more than Mr Diddicomb-Holme’s load of coal.
Work was progressing apace by January 1908 as the above photograph shows – with some serious excavatorial effort being put into the carriageway proximate to the Bank Hotel. But an accidental discovery by a Mr Phillip McAvity brought the work to a sudden halt when his No. 4 Speer & Jackson shovel struck a very solid and hard object in the sandy loam typical of the soils overlaying the Hawkesbury sandstone in the County of Cumberland.
As was his wont, Mr McAvity took leave to consult the foreman – a Dutchman with a keen interest in archaeology Mr Peeg Sarmes. Mr Sarmes cordoned off the area and began a re-inforced wooden trenching approach to protect the object until it could be fully exposed.
The broad light of day revealed a truly extraordinary find – a 4.0 metre fossilised human (13 feet tall in Imperial feet). The creature was immediately named the “King Street Giant” – for the obvious reason that he was extremely tall – as well as being fossilised in a limestone suit.
With the inducement of free beer, the publican of the adjacent Bank Hotel (the sister pub to the Pig’s Arms) – a Mr Barney Ancoke persuaded the diggers to haul the giant into the public bar where they draped him in a Newtown Bluebags flag and the curious and incredulous public paid three pence a head to observe the King Street Giant on the quarter hour. He was the first, but certainly not the last giant to expose the cods in Newtown.
As you can possibly see from the photograph, the King Street Giant was modestly laid to rest with a hand discreetly covering his wedding tackle and the dissolved limestone flowing through the water table did the rest.
Barney Ancoke made a small fortune (eight guineas) exhibiting the King Street Giant, purchased a racing ferret from a Miss Uve Beenad and pursued a life in slow decline from the toxic effects of eating excessive amounts of rabbit from dubious sources. He died penniless and unmourned and was buried in the pauper’s section, courtesy of the state, in a grave situation at Rookwood.
It is not recorded what happened to the actual King Street Giant, however it was later discovered that a faulty and inaccurate tape measure was used to establish the dimensions of the giant and the Dutch excavation engineer, Peeg Sarmes was charged with the crime of using tiny children for excavation work without pay and on a promise that there would be sandcastles later.
But the King Street dig was not done yet in revealing the mysteries of the past.
With the coming of the railway through Newtown, it was necessary to re-block the tram lines. This occurred later the same year – in 1908. Workmen were removing the tarmac and the fishplates under the rails and replacing the wooden blocks with the newly-discovered James Hardly asbestos-concrete suspension system.
The site engineer, a Mr Len Bovine noted in his day log of April 1, 1908 that his men “Were removing curious objects apparently manufactured by an obscure brickworks they called ‘Tellstar”.
More recent work with one of these found objects has revealed the incredible possibility that it is a fossilised version of a neo-pre-counciliar communication device. Experts agree that it definitely predates Alexander Graham Bell, but there is dispute over whether it was merely an artefact used in some religious ceremony (perhaps involving a pre-Camperdown or Newtownian SP bookie) for the placing of wagers on marsupial races, or whether it is in fact the only surviving example of Tellstar’s first mobile phone.
Electronic engineers (and masons) have been engaged in in-depth analysis of the object and have reported promising early progress. They have been able to extract numbers from the object’s memory, but attempts to dial through on those numbers have been fruitless with the exception of a retired GPO maintenance man who reported that he was hearing strange ring-tones from the back of a home-made brick barbecue. Tellstar representatives have been unavailable for comment, mainly because they cannot or will not answer their phones.



Just read part of this article on a FB site I follow: ERSKINEVILLE NSW 2043.
You will enjoy some of the replies there:
wow
Unreal! I have never heard of it
I wonder what happened to it? Amazing story!
Never heard of it.
Me either!
Ahhh! So that’s why we forget about AGW, insecure work, a fragile economy, political corruption, when a bloke wears a hi-viz to pull a beer while washing a stranger’s hair, when wiping a floor?
Thanks for the laughs – BTW do you deep sea fish?
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Yeah… nice story Therese, but I’m not buying it!
Coincidentally I’ve been watching a lot of UFO and other ‘conspiracy theory’ vids lately with the intention of perhaps writing an item on conspiracy theory and conspiracy theorists… and I’ve seen your re-photoshopped photoshopped pictures already on the Bible/UFO Channel… (Must say I like your version, too, though…)
It gets pretty complicated, though, and I’m not sure I’ve worked out the whole plot(s) yet, though I think I’m close; it may even need to be a series of posts with links to youtube videos attached; the vids are fascinating IMHO, but of course, readers would only need to watch as much as they wish to, or feel is necessary.
At this stage I’m still ‘researching’… so it’s not ready yet, but by way of forward advertising, I think I can safely promise an interesting read.
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Settle down there, lad. If I’m off sick I’ll google, ‘UFOs’, or ‘Vril’, or Nephilim’, and generate a shitload of conspiracy theory entertainment, then, as the day goes on, and I’m feeling better, I’ll think, ‘What a lot of shit.’, but, until then, it’s all good fun!!
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Orrr, try for a moment suspending belief, Asty. I mean, there is an element of authenticity in the local environment….. just not in the story !
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Exactly… in fact what I had in mind was kind of a lighthearted reportage of current, ongoing conspiracy theories, perhaps all melded into one big super-conspiracy (which is what appears to be emerging during the course of my investigations anyway…)
Of course, you’re quite right about the manner in which hoaxers use local environments to give their stories authenticity… and I must say that regardless of my rejection of the authenticity of your photo, I really do admire what I realised immediately is your own little spoof on conspiracy theorists… it was quite a nice little photoshop job, really!
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In the meantime, of course, I still have the rest of Bilitis to post… should be another four posts in that… next episode will be posted over the weekend.
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Yeah, I’ve seen that photoshopped image before alright! On the Bible/UFO Channel… It’s also remarkably similar to a photo of another giant supposedly found in Greece recently. Strangely enough, the Greek giant’s skeleton is said to have ‘amazingly’ disappeared soon after its discovery…
I’d be more likely to believe the tales of the bones of Orestes having been found and them being four metres tall or something… Pity Ato’s still sulking, otherwise he might care to comment.
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I have the hole in my front yard. Passers-by refer to it as ‘The Ladies’ Hole’. It is not big enough either for a horse and cart to drive through, but it does have one of those yellow fences around it with the logo on it representing the aforesaid company of which you speak, Emm. It’s a modest hole. Not big. It’s not done. It’s a search hole. It’s an exploratory hole. I mean why would anyone dig a hole and be going and coming and going when there is clearly evidence the hole is begun.
No carrier trying to dig a hole through to China here. 🙂
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I’m not sure it’s quite polite to discuss ladies’ holes, modest or otherwise, is it, ‘Shoe?
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My Goodness, Asty. I’m blushing !
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She started it…
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The man from the company is what begun it. He even sent his apprentice to ‘ave a go.
I didn’t start’ nuthin’.
I’m only further sayin’ or implyin’ in this ‘ere story up above ‘ere there is every appearance there is a ‘orse and cart attemptin’ a journey through a serius ‘ole and if anybody’s not buying anyfing it’s me that Halliwell fell in. Crafty dodger. 😉
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LOL!
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Reminds me of some of those giant ‘angels’ found in Russia!
I remember those fossilised mobile phones. They were about the size of a couple of house bricks.
My uncle, back in the 60s, had a car phone. It had an aerial about two meteres long, and the electronics took up the entire passenger side foot well, with a big, black bakelite handset sitting proudly in the centre console.
Lovely work, Emm, so many elements, it’s like a Masterchef recipe.
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Thanks, Big. The piece comes together about as well as my cooking. Which is not to say that it is actually digestible – more like a science experiment wherein the outcome is uncertain 🙂
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Strange… I seem to have seen that skeleton somewhere before… Haven’t time to read the article this morning, but I’ll have a squiz a bit later…
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Never trust a Dutchman and his tape measure or even without one. Did any of you ever see the movie ‘Tin Man’? A couple of smart zinc alume contractors would panel up decrepit looking houses with new aluminium siding. One of them thought of making the yard stick shorter so that when they measured up for a quote the amount for material was bigger than they required. The quote was artificially ‘blown up’.
He was called a ‘genius’ by all the other contractors.
The movie had Danny da Vita in it. A truly funny movie! They would take photos of houses they thought were suitable for ripping off. When the owners came out and enquired why the photos were taken, the contractors told them the house would be featured in a promotional ad showing ‘before’ and compared with other houses showing ‘after’ they were jazzed up with the new aluminium boardings. Of course , no one wanted their house to be featured as slummy ‘before’ looking so… they signed up and would get the short yard stick treatment.
Good story Emm.
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Emm, good story, good pictures….
Gez, Danny de Vito, not Vita….
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Thanks, Helvi. Came about with a chance encounter of an old mate who works for the RTA – I was thinking of doing a yarn about a trilobite found in the asphalt in Newtown, but it got out of hand after I shared a jar with Dennis.
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A very enjoyable movie The Tin Men. I will search for a copy and watch it again.
Helvi has it that it’s Vito.
Lots of people I have ventured to say this to groan and won’t have a bar of it, regardless. I enjoyed Danny de Vito and Schwarzenegger in the movie about the Arnie character having a baby.
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Thanks, Gez ! For a minute there I thought I was catching FOW-itis – whereby a person misconstrues the evidence in the stupidest way possible 🙂 And maybe I have caught Father O’Way-itis ! I’m OK about that too !
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Gee they knew something about potholes back then didn’t they. And how big did you say ythe giant was his skulls as big as a man. Good yarn Emm.
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Thanks, Algy. I love a shaggy dog as much as the next man 🙂
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