... and a whole load of churches, three of which I poked my nose into on Sunday - more of that later.
History of Lidcombe in brief: Dharug people 'moved on' by European settlers - largest cemetery in the
Southern Hemisphere established - industry boomed towards end of the 19th century, a mix of abattoir,
engineering and funereal - then manufacturing - Irish replaced by Europeans, who were joined by the
Asian and Middle Eastern. Today, a big Ukrainian and Korean presence.
I found the suburb a strange mix of many churches, massive industry, an even larger cemetery and
almost-impossible-to-navigate roads. Oh, and one delightfully retro swimming pool...
Part 1: Religious Lidcombe
Like many people I find religious buildings of any persuasion to be visual feasts. But not being religious
myself I'm also intrigued by both the power of faith and all the ceremony involved.
So when I discovered that Lidcombe's cup runneth over with churches - three of which looked like
they'd been transported from exotic lands far away - I was tickled pink. So much so I decided to
do something I never do - put on a nice frock and go to church.
How was it? Well, it's a foreign experience for me at the best of times. But I really felt like a fish out
of water in these churches, two from Eastern Europe and one from the Middle East.
I was welcomed by one, tolerated by another and more or less rejected by the third. I'm not taking
it personally - it is their special domain after all and yes, I was wielding a camera - but I found the
different reactions interesting nonetheless.
inside out (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
far from Ukraine but right at home (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
different religions (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church and Nepalese symbol)
inside out (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
see the light (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
through a veil (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
when you're 90 years old the only way is up (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
it's the St Basilica of the tropics (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
the good book (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
onion domes (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
that's how it felt (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
By the way, I can't show you any pics inside the Russian church because I wasn't allowed - apparently
no photos are ever allowed inside, even if you're as Russian orthodox as can be. A pity because
it's pretty amazing - there are no pews as per your normal church, so you get a clear view of all
the honey-gold wood panelling and rich, colourful iconography.
many lives (former Masonic Hall turned Islamic youth centre turned Korean church)
for the salvos (Salvation Army)
he's even got a hand in the construction business
Amen indeed
Part 2: Sporty Lidcombe
Starting with the local swimming pool complex where I met kids from backgrounds as mixed as the
pool's multi-coloured tiles. I loved the pool's 1959-ness, which by the way, while called the Auburn
Swimming Centre (or Ruth Everuss Aquatic Centre) is actually in Lidcombe. Skip this section if retro
turns your stomach...
mates
patterns
flip
men in pink
fun
platforms
bad time to get vertigo
motherly love (stained glass from St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
calm before the storm
circles
Aside from the fabulous fun pool, the sporty side of Lidcombe comes out in the oval and the various
parks, perfect places for a Saturday morning game of soccer, Korean style...
No 19
red and black
Liddy Oval
No 10
the soccer player and the altar boy
different religions
Part 3: Industrial Lidcombe
A patterned wall and an old warehouse caught my eye...
nice wall
nice warehouse
space
the front door
save the warehouse
say a prayer for the old and characterful
Not really industrial but similarly old and fading...
signs of a former life (the old hospital and an old sign)
Part 4: Diverse Lidcome
In the short time I spent in the suburb I met people from all over the world - Nepalese, Korean, Chinese,
Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, Syrian, Lebanese and Palestinian...
mixed backgrounds
the boy from Zimbabwe and the kid from Korea
from Russia with love - "me and my auntie"
alphabet (Nepalese and Korean)
a couple from China
aloha from Lidcombe from the Turkish man in the Hawaiian shirt
Korean petal
Part 5: Departing from Lidcome
You can leave Lidcombe via seven railway lines - or feet first to the Rookwood Cemetary, properly
known as Rookwood Necropolis (City of the Dead). As much as I like a good cemetery, I didn't
dally, the tragedy of Haiti swirling in my mind and the tens of thousands who won't rest in peace
in a proper grave.
adds a little life to the place
spend more time here and you might spend less here
nicest house in the (cemetery's) street
I did find beauty in the 'burb of Lidcombe - the churches and the zany pool were highlights. But
you can't help thinking as you walk around an almost deserted town centre that it has suffered
greatly from the draw of larger shopping centres and seems almost too quiet. It's busy around
the train station and then nothing, it just sort of peters out. As always, that's just my opinion
- I'm always happy to hear other points of view.
I'm doing a fine job of missing my Friday deadline these past few weeks but I hope to post again
this Friday - see you then.
History of Lidcombe in brief: Dharug people 'moved on' by European settlers - largest cemetery in the
Southern Hemisphere established - industry boomed towards end of the 19th century, a mix of abattoir,
engineering and funereal - then manufacturing - Irish replaced by Europeans, who were joined by the
Asian and Middle Eastern. Today, a big Ukrainian and Korean presence.
I found the suburb a strange mix of many churches, massive industry, an even larger cemetery and
almost-impossible-to-navigate roads. Oh, and one delightfully retro swimming pool...
Part 1: Religious Lidcombe
Like many people I find religious buildings of any persuasion to be visual feasts. But not being religious
myself I'm also intrigued by both the power of faith and all the ceremony involved.
So when I discovered that Lidcombe's cup runneth over with churches - three of which looked like
they'd been transported from exotic lands far away - I was tickled pink. So much so I decided to
do something I never do - put on a nice frock and go to church.
How was it? Well, it's a foreign experience for me at the best of times. But I really felt like a fish out
of water in these churches, two from Eastern Europe and one from the Middle East.
I was welcomed by one, tolerated by another and more or less rejected by the third. I'm not taking
it personally - it is their special domain after all and yes, I was wielding a camera - but I found the
different reactions interesting nonetheless.
inside out (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
far from Ukraine but right at home (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
different religions (St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church and Nepalese symbol)
inside out (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
see the light (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
through a veil (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
when you're 90 years old the only way is up (St Ephraim Syrian Orthodox Cathedral)
it's the St Basilica of the tropics (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
the good book (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
onion domes (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
that's how it felt (Russian Old Rite Christian Orthodox Church)
By the way, I can't show you any pics inside the Russian church because I wasn't allowed - apparently
no photos are ever allowed inside, even if you're as Russian orthodox as can be. A pity because
it's pretty amazing - there are no pews as per your normal church, so you get a clear view of all
the honey-gold wood panelling and rich, colourful iconography.
many lives (former Masonic Hall turned Islamic youth centre turned Korean church)
for the salvos (Salvation Army)
he's even got a hand in the construction business
Amen indeed
Part 2: Sporty Lidcombe
Starting with the local swimming pool complex where I met kids from backgrounds as mixed as the
pool's multi-coloured tiles. I loved the pool's 1959-ness, which by the way, while called the Auburn
Swimming Centre (or Ruth Everuss Aquatic Centre) is actually in Lidcombe. Skip this section if retro
turns your stomach...
mates
patterns
flip
men in pink
fun
platforms
bad time to get vertigo
motherly love (stained glass from St Andrew's Ukrainian Catholic Church)
calm before the storm
circles
Aside from the fabulous fun pool, the sporty side of Lidcombe comes out in the oval and the various
parks, perfect places for a Saturday morning game of soccer, Korean style...
No 19
red and black
Liddy Oval
No 10
the soccer player and the altar boy
different religions
Part 3: Industrial Lidcombe
A patterned wall and an old warehouse caught my eye...
nice wall
nice warehouse
space
the front door
save the warehouse
say a prayer for the old and characterful
Not really industrial but similarly old and fading...
signs of a former life (the old hospital and an old sign)
Part 4: Diverse Lidcome
In the short time I spent in the suburb I met people from all over the world - Nepalese, Korean, Chinese,
Turkish, Russian, Ukrainian, Syrian, Lebanese and Palestinian...
mixed backgrounds
the boy from Zimbabwe and the kid from Korea
from Russia with love - "me and my auntie"
alphabet (Nepalese and Korean)
a couple from China
aloha from Lidcombe from the Turkish man in the Hawaiian shirt
Korean petal
Part 5: Departing from Lidcome
You can leave Lidcombe via seven railway lines - or feet first to the Rookwood Cemetary, properly
known as Rookwood Necropolis (City of the Dead). As much as I like a good cemetery, I didn't
dally, the tragedy of Haiti swirling in my mind and the tens of thousands who won't rest in peace
in a proper grave.
adds a little life to the place
spend more time here and you might spend less here
nicest house in the (cemetery's) street
I did find beauty in the 'burb of Lidcombe - the churches and the zany pool were highlights. But
you can't help thinking as you walk around an almost deserted town centre that it has suffered
greatly from the draw of larger shopping centres and seems almost too quiet. It's busy around
the train station and then nothing, it just sort of peters out. As always, that's just my opinion
- I'm always happy to hear other points of view.
I'm doing a fine job of missing my Friday deadline these past few weeks but I hope to post again
this Friday - see you then.
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