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Mandagery


Mandagery is another of the railway dots.  There was no sign of a town, just a few houses and this community hall established 1953.  These places are on the Broken Hill line which is still open, just the stations are closed.

Over the railway line was a sign pointing to Cookamidgera. It wasn't on my list (being outside the border I had drawn) but with a name like that I just had to go see what was there.

I've added Mandagery as a locality at 100 Towns.

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  1. Classic country hall, hope they still use it. My you find some places with unbelievable names.

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  2. I am here because of that name. Well to add my comment about it. I want to teach words like that to Alannah. She knows kookaburra, kangaroo, cockatoo, platypus, lorikeet, and currawong. Now to things like Bullamakanka ... and Cookamidgera fits right in there.

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  3. Mandagery is actually quite a bit bigger than this. Because we live on farms, houses are far apart. I live here and my neighbour is more than a kilometre away. We still use the hall, for the annual Christmas tree celebration, the kids play games and sing songs, while the adults man the BBQ, and drink beer, Santa comes on the 8 pm train, to give presents to the kids. It is not used so much any more as the children are growing up. The bus run will stop in a few years, as the few of us remaining are in high school in different towns.

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