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A private village

Kandos is quite a new town.  It began as a 'private village' in 1915 created by a group of men who saw that limestone, shale and coal near a railway line had the potential for building a cement industry. They named their village Candos using the initials of their names.  The name was changed to Kandos because the postal authorities thought it was too similar to Chandos in South Australia.


  1. I find the birth of towns so interesting. Living in a small old country I will never witness this...

  2. I like that they used their names--it makes for a good story. Do the families still live there?

  3. I saw some photos of Rylstone on someone else's blog today (they were nice but not as pretty as yours).
    A lady was travelling through from the Sunshine Coast hinterland to the Blue Mountains - you might see her at the shops!

  4. That is an interesting bit of trivia. Is the town still flourishing?

  5. Mary Ann, I don't know.
    Letty, I recognise those buildings and have photographed some of them to use a some other time.
    Dianne, yes the town is still going strong - Population around 1,500 people.

  6. They needed postcodes back in those days ...


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