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It wasn’t until recent years that Goulburn man Steve Wilson resurrected a rare piece of local history. He carefully pulled out an October 25, 1920 centenary edition of the Goulburn Evening Penny Post from a drawer, reflecting on its significance to his family. Mr Wilson’s paternal grandfather, Norman, worked as a compositor and linotypist at The Post when the edition was published. “It’s a family heirloom,” he said of the publication. “We’re very proud of it because we’ve been around Goulburn for six generations.” READ MORE: First editor campaigned for The Post in more ways than one Old newspapers provide rich pickings for history buffs The publication, commemorating the 100th anniversary of the city’s ‘foundation’, carried accounts of early exploration, settlement, church and other building construction, the Towrang Stockade, the famous Rossi dispute at Saint Saviour’s Cathedral and a ‘resident’s reminiscences.’ There were also ‘interesting facts’ about Goulburn ‘then and now’; the city’s population stood at 11,000 in contrast to 655 in 1841, and the jail housed 353 prisoners. Inside, a small article appears on the “Penny Post’s jubilee.” “It is not the habit of The Post to boast but on our 50th birthday we may be pardoned for saying that from its first issue The Post has never looked back and each week sees its circulation increase,” the article states. The edition is filled with historic photos of Auburn Street and landmark buildings like Conolly’s Mill and the Mechanics Institute. Mr Wilson said his grandfather kept the publication that he helped produce. It was passed down to his father, Keith, a former Goulburn High School teacher, and then himself, who also taught at the institution. ALSO READ: NSW Governor visits Goulburn 200 years after Macquarie Norman James Wilson was born in Newtown in 1890 but his family moved to Goulburn when he was young and lived at 22 Auburn Street, on ‘Wheatley’s Hill.’ “He would have joined the newspaper straight out of school,” Mr Wilson said. “He didn’t talk much about his days at The Post because he was more into music.” Norman was a bandmaster in the city’s Municipal Band. He held the same role in the Australian Light Horse band and as such, did not have to enlist in World War One. “He was a big man and he mainly played the trombone and euphonium. But he also played cornet and trumpet and performed in Lieder Theatre musicals,” Mr Wilson said. “I can remember him sitting at the kitchen table scoring music for different instruments. My father did it too.” Norman had married Ivy Tevelien in Goulburn in 1917. He worked at the newspaper until 1954 when the family left for Sydney. By this time he had twice won ‘Freedom of the City’ for his contribution to Lilac Time, an August 30 Post article stated. ALSO READ: “We made it this far; we can make it all the way through!” – Goulburn businesses are ‘cautiously optimistic’ On his departure, Mayor Gerathy gave him a letter “under seal” thanking him for his contribution to the city’s musical life and for his charitable work. In the early 1920s, like many others, he had helped build the Rocky Hill War Memorial. “I greatly regret his departure and feel sure all aldermen will feel the same way,” the Mayor said. Norman worked as a linotypist for The Manly Daily for 10 years before the family returned to Goulburn. He retired at age 70 and died here in 1981. Mr Wilson said he was proud of his grandfather and his association with the newspaper. “I’ve always been a big fan of Goulburn and its rich history,” he said. Did you know the Goulburn Post is now offering breaking news alerts and a weekly email newsletter? Keep up-to-date with all the local news: sign up here.

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B-Kyu: B-Kyu Armchair Travels – Melaka, Malaysia


We made it to Melaka for New Years Eve, where the pussycats sleep in tangles, musical Hello Kitty rickshaws rule the streets and we find the remains of great civic building projects, both good and bad, old and new.

 

For many years Alison has been trying to get to Melaka. Every time a trip vaguely went anywhere nearby, the call could be heard – ‘Why don’t we go to Melaka?” Shawn’s last visit was nearly twenty years ago, so it was finally time for a catch up. So we went over New Year’s Eve.

This time around we stayed at the family run Wayfarer Guesthouse, another fine Travelfish recommendation. It was right on the river and we managed to score a balcony room. Sitting on the balcony with a few beers was great – listening to punters drinking, singing and shouting below in the bars along the riverfront until the wee small hours was not so great.

We cooled down after our bus trip from Johor Baru only to get back out in the heat and wander around the block. We didn’t walk far before we stopped for lunch.

A short menu is a good menu.

All of the signs were here of a good simple meal. Lots of mismatched tiles, what looks like a family run place, random piles of cooking utensils and ingredients.

Minced pork and noodles. A pile of pork mince on a bed of rats tail noodles, our favourite type.

Lau Shu Fen, long wheat noodles with slices of fish cake and a crunchy strips of unidentified fried goodness.

As evening came around we wandered back out. View from the pedestrian bridge over to Kampung Jawa.

The backstreets around this side of the river we will explore in good time.

We head back closer to home for beers and dinner. Restaurant Sin Yin Hoe on Lorong Hang Jebat, on the corner near our digs, is our spot for a new year eve repast.

Kicking back after a long day with a Skol.

Hokkein mee in a brown sauce with bits of pork. Somewhat plain but super satisfying.

Yellow wine pork. This was one of those dishes where you take a taste and discover something totally unexpected, the curious eaters dream. The broth seemed to be made from cooking wine, flavoured with loads of shredded ginger and strips of black fungus. If you’d given us a straw to finish it off we would have happily finished another bowl. It was full of complex flavour and can you tell we loved it?

Choose your protein…

and the rest.

Out along Jonker Walk there are endless rickshaw drivers with load flashing lights and music blaring. Just the ticket for a heritage site. If only we had packed earplugs, we might have taken a spin on the Hello Kitty love express.

The river view from our balcony. Not in sight the bars downstairs full of very happy New Years Eve punters. They were certainly in sound though, one group was very jolly into the wee hours. Us old folks need our beauty sleep, so something to consider if you get a riverside room around here on New Year’s.

Next morning breakfast at Restoran Selvam No 2 Jalan Temenggong, just at the roundabout at the start of Little India. A great way to start the new year.

We wait for a while to be served but once the order is taken the roti start flying out of the kitchen along with dosai, appam, and puffed puri. It’s busy and every one else has had the same breakfast idea for New Years day.

Iced tea to beat the already creeping heat of the day.

A roti and a roti telur (egg filled roti). Each order is served without sauce, then three connected pots filled with different sauces are passed around so you can ladle what you like onto plates.

A tangle of guesthouse pussycats. Sleeping is the other best way to beat the heat.

Malacca is a nice place to wander around the burbs. So many smaller kampung areas with bungalows. It hasn’t yet succumbed to a wholesale apartment explosion, although it is certainly on its way.

Nyonya is high on our food hit list. There’s a number of Nyonya places along Jalan Merdeka that looked all fancy pants so in our own b-kyu way we picked the least fancy of the lot.

Yep, not a hint of fancy.

It’s a quiet old day, customers trickle in a little later round these parts.

The menu.

Nyonya laksa, filled with noodles and shredded cucumber and eggy bits. A not so spicy broth can be heated up with a bit more sambal, while the tofu puffs soak up the broth.

Mee rebus, that slightly sweet curry covers up the noodles and chopped up fish cakes. And oh, the orange coloured melamine bowls.

Oh how we love Asian malls – not the fancy Prada selling ones in KL, we love the B
grade malls, even if it’s just for a little aircon.

We also have a love of Asian fashion photography using western models… 

Asam Pedas Jr was wildly popular but we sadly never made it back to this
corner to try it out.

Later in the early evening we head back over to Jalan Temmengong. The light is beautiful reflected on the buildings.

The buildings are beautifully decorated, many are still well maintained.

Kedai Kopi Sin Heng was getting ready for the evening, and we settled in for a feast.

Others had the same idea.

Crab menu

Steamed crab with beehoon, one of our favourite meals ever. Nothing slows down greedy eaters than having to crack your way through crab claws. Crab always rewards the patient.

Lala, or pippies in ginger and curry leaves. The addition of curry leaves in this dish was one of those ‘of course!’ moments about food, and for us really summed up a real fusion of ingredients, a sign of what the meld of cultures in this area produces.

Kung po frog. We love getting frog whenever we can, it is such a treat to have it done in this spicy and a little sweet way.

Yes Mum, we had vegetables as well. Cabbage in a simple salty brothy sauce, probably a little bit of Knorr stock.

Restaurant dog tries to get in on the action. If there ever was a case for an international dog adoption, this was one. We could have bundled up this gorgeous pup and taken her home in a heartbeat.

Breakfast on day #2 we returned to Restoran Selvam. There were still things on the menu we wanted to try.

Packets of nasi lemak on the table, ready to eat. Can never resist these.

Appam was served with sweet coconut milk in the two outer wells with the centre of the dish filled with crunchy brown sugar. Rip off the flakey edges and dip into the coconut milk and suck up the sweetness. We also tried the rôti served on the same style plate, fill the three different spots with a different type of sauce. Favourite was the dahl, a soupy variety with large red chillies. All washed down with hot chat, sweet milky tea.

This pussycat isn’t dashing off anywhere soon.

We walked along Bunga Raya though Chinatown. Fabric shops, homewares, getting ready for Chinese New Year. Along the river is the broken down monorail, built for around 150m ringgit but appears now to be discontinued. Sure lined someone’s pockets. The area around was developed with the expectation they will come but so many shops were empty. 

Lunch opposite the mall in a Chinese kopitiam. It has multiple stalls and we can’t decide what to get especially when you want it all.

Small bowl of noodles with pork and soup on the side with fish balls.

Our eye also spies a Jonker Walk curry rice, pieces of chopped chicken, tofu puffs and tea egg on top of rice and a plate of Malaysian style curry that you pour on as you please. The owner brings it over and explains he has been making this for years, he is 71 now. The stall used to be on Jonker Walk, his father ran the original stall and now his son is here as the old town changed. 

Meanwhile, back at the guesthouse…

A walk along the river boardwalk and we  try to come up with a collective noun for a pram full of poodles. A proodle? Pramdle?

There are some businesses who have twigged it makes sense to have boardwalk access.

Cendol Kampung Hulu menu – durian? Oh yeah, add on extra durian!

Our durian cendol, ice cream, extra durian, chocolate, drool….

The boardwalk gets good business from walkers and family strollers. It hasn’t quite got the right balance on the inside stalls, but it is having a go.

We head back up Bunga Raya later in the night for dinner. It’s quieter and there are no Hello Kitty riskshaws.

Restoran Lu Yeh Yen is a real traditional Chinese restaurant.

A big menu, but we are hoooongry.

It’s a laid back kind of place.

Claypot fish head, a mystery dip of fishy bits in a brown sauce.

Kang Kong in sambal sauce, an essential side dish.

Salted fish fried rice, our favourite way to sneak in fried rice.

What? Is it really? Oh my goodness – sweet and sour pork!

The next day we started out looking for a porridge shop and ended up with one of our absolute favourites by accident. As usual when we follow up recommendations the place is either gone, closed or we wander around and jut can’t find it. It’s part of the reason we usually just follow our nose and find what pleases us at the time. Yeah yeah we miss out on one good places but usually we also miss out on a lot of angst and tired feet.

The place had only been open about three weeks. It was once an old goldsmiths shop, and had been leased out and shared between a coffee shop and a noodle business. The original office with louvres was still in place but the rest had been maintained. There must be such a temptation to Edison light and expose brick places but this was bright and clean without looking like everywhere else.

The draw are here was one dish, a Hokkein pan mee. The aunty and niece team combine together to produce bowl after bowl of handmade noodles. 71 year old Aunty (just helping out until the business picks up some more) stands at her pasta machine and rolls through golf ball sizes of noodle dough. Niece takes the flattened dough and rips pieces of it off the disc, straight into a pot of stock. The stock is made by putting chicken bones and radish into a bag and sewing it together like a giant chicken tea bag, it’s easier to fish out and remove and leaves the stock clear. Minced chicken (not pork, trying to attract halal customers), some hyacinth leaves, chopped coriander and done. On the table. With it a dish of sambal, oily and garlicky. Mama, gone to heaven on this one.

We are bid farewell by a security guard pussycat.

We love Melaka.



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Adelaide coach Simon Catanzaro travels to Barcelona to chase football coaching dream


Simon Catanzaro is a soccer coach without the need of gamers, stuck extra than 16,000 kilometres from his dwelling in the center of a around the globe pandemic.

But he is loving it.

You would already have to place the 39-12 months-outdated in the brave group pre-pandemic for uprooting his existence and family members in 2019 and going to Barcelona in Spain to attempt to uncover total-time work as a coach.

No contacts, no assures, just a budding mentor with a passion for the game.

“I desired to examination myself and, I guess, count on to have a good deal of rejection and I had to begin from scratch and that was literally various months, genuinely, in which I did that,” he explained on Zoom from his Barcelona residence.

Catanzaro was a football journeyman as a participant, participating in in the previous Countrywide Soccer League with Northern Spirit and quite a few golf equipment in Sydney and Adelaide at the upcoming degree down.

He then moved into coaching in South Australia in the point out league, before shelling out time with the Adelaide United women’s workforce.

When he was questioned to consider a United youth team to a event in Barcelona in 2017, he fell in enjoy with the metropolis.

Quick forward two years and he, wife Nadine and their nine-12 months-old son were being in Spain hoping to make a new everyday living.

Coaching together with Spanish footballing royalty boosted resume

The breakthrough came when his persistence, put together with a specific link with a well known Spanish soccer participant who experienced coached Adelaide United, was recognized.

“Looking at on my resume that when I was coaching at Adelaide United, that Guillermo Amor was the head coach at our senior group and you can not go wherever in this town of 2 million men and women devoid of persons recognizing, he’s like an absolute legend of the position in this article,” Catanzaro claimed.

Simon Catanzaro is at the moment coaching at the Kaptiva Sports activities Academy in Barcelona.(Supplied)

It also helped that Catanzaro had coached Amor’s son.

And so he was employed by the Kaptiva Athletics Academy, a total-time set up that attracts players from all over the world such as South Africa, the United States, Russia, England and local Spanish players.

Extremely promptly and inspite of noticeable language boundaries, he started creating an impact, which includes on the academy’s technological director.

“He stated to me, ‘you will not coach like an Australian, you mentor like a European’, so that definitely motivates me much more, somebody of that stature complimenting me,” he admitted.

Points were hunting rosy, but then the COVID-19 crisis strike.

At initially, the Catanzaros watched it spread in France and into Catalonia, prior to its presence was right felt throughout a usual early morning coaching session.

“We received a cell phone get in touch with to rip all the children off the industry and get them into a home and lock them in there until eventually our massive bosses came,” he spelled out.

All the players rushed to capture flights home, but the Catanzaros determined to continue to be and come to be virtual prisoners in their very own Barcelona household.

They quite almost fled back to Australia.

“There were being situations there exactly where we absolutely considered about the security and sanctuary of Australia, it still is the greatest place in the environment,” he reported.

“We commenced looking at flights and imagined, you know what, our wellbeing and protection and our spouse and children back home is additional crucial, probably we can go and come back. Every day we modified our minds.”

Inspite of obtaining their college-aged daughter continue to back again in Australia, they stayed.

Simon Cantazaro (centre) standing with a group of players from the Kaptiva Sports Academy.
Simon Cantazaro (centre) standing with a team of players from the Kaptiva Sports Academy.(Supplied)

‘Siestas are true, every thing is useless quiet’

All youth football is suspended until eventually September, with the former Adelaideans as a substitute now starting up to bit by bit sample the life they fell in really like with as social limits progressively ease in Spain.

“Siestas are true, from three to five o’clock don’t be kicking or bouncing any balls, anything is useless silent.”

Although mounting COVID-19 quantities have once again tightened restrictions in Barcelona, the Catanzaros are determined to experience it out, but will reassess the circumstance in a number of months.

Even though he does not have the profile of other Australian coaches plying their trade overseas, like former national coach Ange Postecoglou, Simon Catanzaro is quietly developing a profile and is not absolutely sure the place his journey will consider him following the Kaptiva Sporting activities Academy.

Even so, he is dubious as to whether or not the script includes a chapter back again in Australia, using cost of a club in the A-League.

“It is just reasonable as properly, I know there’s not lots of chances.”

For now, Catanzaro will continuing sampling the European journey, even though his mind plots each individual shift for when the entire world sport resumes for his youth workforce in September.



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