A
1908 publication, The Tourists’ Guide to Nairne, describes the town as “a quaintly
pretty, Englishy looking, sweet smelling little town on the Nairne Creek … one
of the most attractive and get-at-able of the Hills’ towns”. Flash forward 111
years, this portrayal is still accurate. Yet oddly enough, not even all Nairne
locals are fully aware of this quirky South Australian town’s offerings.
Nairne
resident Norma Osborne says that some people living in a Nairne housing
development “commute to the city but have never been down the main street”. Pity
about that. For a stroll down said street is worth the legwork.
One
central feature of the street and town was Chapman’s. From 1899 to 2002,
Chapman’s cured bacon and ham and was a major employer in the town. Older
Nairne folk recall the distant time when pigs were offloaded from a train. For
fun and thruppence, the kids would chase the pigs down the main street to Chapman’s.
Sadly, the former site is being demolished.
The
porcine influence also permeated the town in other ways. Ray McIntosh, secretary
of the Nairne Museum, says that when he moved to Nairne in the late 80s, “the
trucks would go by and the smell of the pigs would linger in the main street.
When Chapman’s were cooking, the smell of bacon would waft over the town. You’d
notice it if you were in the garden or walking around”.
Today,
Nairne smells sweeter. On a warm day with a gentle breeze, one is struck by the
variety of fragrances in the streets – sometimes from the roses growing in
people’s front gardens and through white picket fences, sometimes from the
sunburst trees lining Main Road. There’s also a buzz in the street (literally)
with bees and cicadas doing their thing.
Murals
adorn the walls of many old buildings and tell of Nairne’s early history. One
such mural depicts the Chapman’s pigs running amok. A pig statue also peers
curiously over the balcony of the Nairne Market. Aside from that, you won’t
encounter pigs anymore. The snout has no clout. But the people are lovely.
Case
in point. Luci Simmons runs the toy shop Head Heart and Hands Imaginative Play
and is an internationally trained puppeteer. The former primary school teacher visited
Sussex, England, in 1977 to learn puppetry from a German lady. Simmons became
hooked and has created and worked with puppets ever since. She presents a
seasonal puppet show, with her characters Blizzie the Gnome, Cracky the Cocky, Brushy
the Possum and others.
Simmons
explains puppetry’s appeal: “You’re working with beauty and not caricature. It
takes you into a different world. You see the children enter a miniature world
of imagination. Children can learn from puppets, and the stories can nourish
the children’s souls and promote good values. There’s something magic about puppetry.”
Further
down the street is a trendy café, Pallet, peopled by friendly, urban-infused
hipsters. On a sunny Sunday, the place is packed and pumping.
Wander
across the street and you’ll find Jambo Sana, a café and “hope shop” (home to
charity Australia HOPE International).
In this slice of Africa, Norma and Bill Osborne andtheir dedicated team do
wonderful work that empowers impoverished African youth. Jambo Sana sells African-made
art and crafts; the profits from these and the fundraising arm have helped
establish churches and schools in Africa and allowed many African youths to be
taken off the streets, housed and educated, with many graduating from
university.
Jambo
Sana also has a Ugandan themed menu, with such items as Ugandan-style samosas,
classic Ugandan street food known as ‘Rolex’ (a mispronunciation of “rolled
eggs”) and a chai made the traditional Ugandan way, with ginger pummelled into
black tea”. Says Norma.
Importantly,
says Norma, “The Nairne community have responded really well to what we’re
doing. The fundraising group are all from Nairne or the Hills. I love Jambo
Sana because it gets us to meet local people. And I love Nairne because it’s
unique.” That’s true. And that’s all folks.
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