Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Mount St Canice explosion, Hobart 1974

This disaster happened about 50 years ago, about 5km from here as the crow flies. Eight people died when a laundry boiler exploded without warning. I’m writing about it because it is hard to find out much about it on the internet; and I can't see why it should be so obscure. I have put this together from searching the Canberra Times on Trove, viewing The Mercury on microfiche at the State Library, and requesting items in the state archives.

Some of what I have read in the contemporary papers is quite graphic and I don't see the need to reproduce all of that. However, the very least that should be available online is the names of the deceased.

There is a lot to this story, but I'll try to keep it brief.

Background
Mount St Canice now is a retirement home complex in Sandy Bay, an affluent part of Hobart. The main building is palatial, with fluted columns and a green clock tower which can be seen from far away. Seeing this tower in the distance from the beach first piqued my interest in this mysterious complex on the hill.


It was built in 1893 for the Sisters of the Good Shepherd, who established a convent. They took in women who would have been described at the time as delinquent, immoral, fallen etc. These women were required to work in the laundry, which did commercial work. The order ran nine other convent laundries (known as Magdelene Laundries) around Australia. These ran on a similar basis to those in Ireland, the home of the order. It was quite harsh.

In 2013 Good Shepherd Australia's Province Leader, Sister Anne Manning wrote:
"We acknowledge, that for numbers of women, memories of their time with Good Shepherd are painful. We are deeply sorry for acts of verbal or physical cruelty that occurred: such things should never have taken place in a Good Shepherd facility. The understanding that we have been the cause of suffering is our deep regret as we look back over our history."
Thursday, September 5, 1974
By 1974 the laundry, located behind the convent, was trading as Bayview Laundry.
“The convent normally houses as many as 200 delinquent girls, but today all of them were on school holidays and only the convent sisters and a few staff were in the main building.” - The Canberra Times Fri 6 Sept 1974
A new boiler was being commissioned, and had undergone testing the previous day. At 10.51am on September 5 while being test fired, the boiler exploded.
Tasmania's Police Commissioner, Mr E. V. Knowles, said tonight the three workmen were installing a new boiler at the laundry when the blast demolished 90 per cent of the 50-metre-long building. "I don't think a 1,000 pound bomb could have done any more damage", Mr Knowles said. "It is the worst thing I've seen in 34 years in the police force". - The Canberra Times Fri 6 Sept 1974
Five people were killed instantly by the massive blast; two died before they could be transported; and 18 were seriously injured, suffering mainly from head and chest wounds, broken limbs and severe lacerations. Josie Godee died four days later in hospital from her injuries. I think the eight workers who died practicing their trades all deserve to be remembered by name.

Mrs Dorothy Cadman, 46, laundry worker
Mrs Maria Douda, 41, laundry presswoman
Mr David S. Ditcham, 25, engineer
Mr Robert Eaves, 45, boiler attendant
Josefa (Josie) Godec, 29, laundry worker
Mr Leon Thornton Jones, 40, van driver for the laundry
Miss Fiona Mary Mclntyre 19, laundry worker
Terence Ratcliffe, 15, engineering apprentice

Dorothy Cadman was an excellent worker. She had tendered her resignation, as she wanted to spend time with her daughter in Melbourne. Her boss refused to accept it, and told her she could take as much time off as she needed. Her cousin said “She was always laughing and so happy go lucky".

Maria Douda and her husband Josef had migrated from Czechoslovakia after the Soviet invasion of 1968. They had recently bought a block of land after saving hard since their arrival.

David Ditcham worked for his family firm, R. L. Ditcham Pty Ltd. He had an impeccable background in installing and testing large industrial boilers. His family home was nearby; I imagine he walked to the convent each morning that he worked there. The street leading down to the convent is Dresden Street – just an uncanny trivial fact given that this street would have been showered in debris and filled with people in shock, like a bombsite.

Robert Eaves had worked as boiler attendant at the laundry for a year. He worked closely with David Ditcham during the installation, as he was studying for an engineering qualification and wanted to learn as much as he could.

Leon Jones had lived with his mother at Windsor Court (a high-density apartment block in the city, demolished in early 200o's). In the previous four months she and her two sisters had all died of natural causes.

Fiona McIntyre was professional laundrywoman, born in Launceston.

Terry Ratcliffe was nearly sixteen. His father said "Terry had been really wrapped up in his work and enjoyed every second of it. He used to be a good hockey player at school and he would also come sailing with me of a Saturday afternoon”.

Josie Godee was a migrant from Yugoslavia, a laundry worker.

Aftermath
SEVEN DIE
Blast as boiler tested

[…] It was a scene familiar to those who experienced the blitz in England. […]

Last night the HEC rigged power lines for the Civil Defence floodlights, which enable digging to continue. The police department’s switchboard was jammed with calls from people offering to help. University students were on the scene early, and disregarded torn hands to work through the day.

Convent sisters were reluctant to leave the scene of devastation, even after the injured had been taken away. Spattered with human blood, they watched anxiously and hopefully as the missing were hauled from under bricks, girders and timbers. One sister said that the only consolation was that many of the girls at the convent were away on holiday. “There could have been scores killed otherwise” she said.

The blast took out windows in all sections of the convent, and in houses some distance away. One housewife, who lives nearly a mile away said the explosion rattled the roof of her house. “It sounded like a plane had come down on the roof” she said. And there were many similar reports.

The new boiler was installed by the Hobart engineering firm of R.L. Ditcham Pty Ltd, in the past two weeks. It was an Economic 256 hp oil-fired boiler.

Inquests will be opened before the Coroner in Hobart this morning for identification.

- The Canberra Times Fri 6 Sept 1974
The coronial inquest found the likely cause of the explosion was that safety valves, which had been 'gagged' the previous day for one part of the testing, remained gagged when the boiler was fired on the 5th. This contributed to a malfunction, which caused the boiler to rapidly go from 25 psi to 800 psi pressure; about 5.3 times its working pressure.  The boiler then failed, releasing 5.8 gigajoules of energy.

The coroner, Mrs Kim Boyer, made recommendations about the construction of boilers and siting of safety valves, so their readings or otherwise can be clearly seen from most vantage points. She also wrote
It is not any part of my function as a coroner to determine civil responsibility and I make no comment as to whether or not criminal proceedings against the installation engineer [David Ditcham] might have been taken had he survived the explosion. It is however desirable in the hope that the risk that boiler explosions in the future may be minimised, to examine the Inspection of Machinery Act 1960, the Regulations made thereunder, and the Australia Standards Association Boiler Code.
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There are a few reasons that might explain why the explosion has slipped from collective memory. Only four months later, the Tasman Bridge disaster occurred, when a freighter hit one of the bridge pylons in the dark; and one section of the bridge fell into the water. Five motorists and seven sailors died. Hobart was split in half until the bridge re-opened two and half years later.

I suspect the nature of the convent, as a home for 200 "delinquent" girls, was a cause of embarrassment for many. Families may have been anxious to shut down any revelations that their girls had been there. The residence closed after the disaster. The Sisters of the Good Shepherd have never opened their books to show how many girls went through their laundries, or their names.

The death in the explosion of the senior engineer responsible for testing the boiler, a young and respected professional from a well-known family, would also have been a factor. He had unexpectedly (at the age of 23) succeeded his father as head of the company in 1972 when Stanley Ditcham accidentally drowned in the Derwent. 

David Ditcham does not appear in the evidence as reckless or headstrong or as taking cheap dangerous shortcuts. The story cannot be reduced to a simple narrative with David as the villain.  
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Until I just updated it, the Wikipedia page for Mount Saint Canice said that "eight novices" were killed. It is not hard to find online the names of those who died in the Blythe Star (1973) and Tasman Bridge disasters; and it shouldn't take an afternoon in the archives to find the eight names of the dead in the laundry explosion of 1974.

Location of the convent in Sandy Bay (map from about 1990)

A contemporary newspaper diagram (below) laid over the satellite picture above
confirms that this was the location of the laundry (white outline).
This area is now covered in neat retirement units.




Photos by Barry Winburn, The Mercury






Friday, January 23, 2026

Love Takes Miles by Cameron Winter


He's a really talented oddball this guy. This is the lead singer and songwriter of the band Geese below. I love how this has a sneaky Motown sound running through it.

Love will call When you’ve got enough under your arms Oh oh, my my Love will call Love will make you fit it all in the car Oh oh, my my Something will take you by your pants and throw you over its head and kick you back and forth Watching the bells, watching the lights What I want is far away Talk to the moon, flatten her down And make her watch the wind all night She can wait Lonely as hell, walking around Without moving, I’m not here Watching the moon, writing her down Love takes miles Love takes years

Left me promising her shoes Hmm, my my I need I need your feet more than you do Hmm, my my I need somebody sent down from the sun that talks to me how you used to Lonely as hell, feet on the ground What I want is on my mind Talk to the the moon, flatten her down And sit her on the stairs all day She’s alright Lonely as hell, walking around Without moving, I’m not here Walk to the moon, flatten her down Love takes miles Love takes miles Love takes years You better start a-walking baby Love takes miles You better start a-walking babe Love takes miles

 

Tuesday, January 20, 2026

Favourite Song mid summer 2026

 

I discovered Geese and singer/songwriter Cameron Winter in a weird way. Listening to the John and Elis BBC podcast, on which they have various competitions people enter by sending in voice notes.

Someone sent an entry as a song they improvised to the tune of/sung in the style of a Cameron Winter song (He's got an astonishing voice that I'd describe as "imagine if Radiohead's Thom Yorke was 6'4" American swimmer Michael Phelps". )

John and Elis felt that the entrant trying to sing in this style was a mistake and possibly disrespectful, then went on to speak in awed tones about Cameron Winter and his band Geese. As they are usually just a couple of chuckleheads and rarely serious about something like music; I felt I should check them out.

So I am currently in the early stages of a thrall. The last track here Bow Down (29:52) is my song 'o the summer for now – but the whole session is wonderful. Powerful young rock band with a lady on lead guitar; a big yes from me.

1970s Pistol Coincidence

 Across the 1970s and 80s my dad had

  • a beautiful chrome lighter shaped like a flintlock pistol
  • a collection of well-crafted wooden puzzles in various shapes (cube, barrel, pistol)
  • and a starter's pistol (that I think used caps like a kids toy?) He used this in at least one role in his Burnie Musical Society career. Because of his deep voice; dark brows and facility for an evil laugh Dad was often assigned roles like Jealous Lover, Captain of The Hussars or what have you, in Carousel, Showboat or Pirates of Penzance.
Pistols; just a fun shape to have around the house in my childhood. From a quick Google it looks like it's still pretty popular (ugh).

Thursday, January 15, 2026

Upsettlington


 Elf and I are visiting the UK next year, and I would quite like to get to Berwickshire and visit historic Upsettlington. Or is it Upsettington? Wikipedia isn’t sure. In any case James IV came along at some stage and renamed it Ladykirk.

Upsettington Castle was a castle that was located near Upsettington (now Ladykirk), Scottish Borders, Scotland. The castle was the caput baronium of the Lordship of Upsettlington. The lands and barony were granted to the Bisset family by King William I of Scotland. Upsettlington was strategically located adjacent to the English Norham Castle across the River Tweed. The castle was sacked and destroyed in 1297–1298, while William Bisset, Lord of Upsettlington was in Flanders serving in King Edward I of England's expedition to Flanders.[1]

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

David Byrne – Who Is The Sky?

HG and Roy used to talk about The Gordon Boyd Rule of Performance: "It is often required to sing while acting; but one must never act while singing. "

I would ask Gordon. and anyone else committed to that rule to skip this clip. But for everyone else – it's full of joy, and highly recommended.


David Byrne has been a constant musical companion in my life since 1983, and continues to surprise and delight with everything he does. This show is coming to Melbourne in a few weeks.

Boundary quandary

 The other day I said hi to Neighbour Mark on my way past his place. He is a cheerful and busy soul, often working outside on something or other. Our adjoining properties have a continuous concrete retaining wall abutting the footpath; and years ago we coordinated our picket fences – we're presenting a united front to the world, let's say.

Mark was on his haunches weeding the footpath in front of his garage; and I realised that our whole shared frontage (32 metres long) was weedy as heck. I mumbled something non-commital like "oh, I really have to do ours" and carried on.

But then I couldn't rest for thinking of Mark painstakingly weeding his section; then getting to the boundary and having a choice to make. Does he stop, leaving a stark disparity between his side (respectable/industrious) and mine (slovenly/couch potato)? Or – does he keep going, weeding our weeds and putting us (further) in his debt?

So I got out before seven on Saturday morning to do our side before he felt he had to. There I saw Neighbour Mark had only weeded in front of his garage. I started doing our side, which took about an hour; and then of course I was the one with the quandary. So I did all the rest of his.

A couple of days later he saw me in the backyard and said "Did you do our weeds??" and I told him when I saw he'd only done the garage, I did say to myself "That bastard!"

Wave ski paddle <-> beef jerky

I follow a few workmates on Instagram. One colleague who lives near the water posted some pics from aboard a wave ski like ours. We were chatting about it in the work kitchen and she said they have two of them. I said something like "oh nice, you can go out together" and she said no, for some reason they only had one paddle. 

We have one wave ski and two paddles. Long story short, on Sunday we swapped the paddle for 80g of their high quality chimichurri beef jerky.

Thursday, January 01, 2026

Christmas 2025

We had a splendid (though chilly) Christmas Day.
There was lots of cousin love (Miah, Michael, Marcus, Karri L-R)
In the background dad, mum and Elf.

Holiday swims

We had crummy weather for the start of the holidays; to the extent that it snowed on the mountain on Christmas Day - this is a snap from the Pinnacle web cam.


Now things have settled down and we have these pleasant sunny days; very high UV risk but only about 20° max. I have swum three times in the last four days. I've got a problem with my shoulder at the moment and I've been nervous waiting to see how it would affect swimming. I can scull backwards and breaststroke but I can't freestyle (overarm).

This is Long Beach at Sandy Bay in Hobart. It's only 5km from the city centre, so it's generally Tasmania's most crowded. This is about 6.30 at night in January, still around 16° and there's only a handful of people around. I swam out to the pontoon and lazed in the sun a bit.



Tonight I went back and did the same. My favourite is Hinsby Beach which is further down river: 20 mins drive compared to ten for Long Beach. But if Long Beach is this empty in the early evening, I'm happy to swim here. I only go to the beach to swim, then get dry and head off. I swam 3 hours ago and still have the happy clean and tired feeling.

Wednesday, November 26, 2025

International Year of

I am excited to learn that 2029 will be the International Year of Asteroid Awareness.

 Here's my working list for future IYs.

  • Clouds
  • Adhesives
  • Zircon
  • White Goods
  • Puppetry
  • Spreads & Preserves
  • Ears & Noses
  • Oats
  • Soil
  • Flotsam
  • Toggles, Buttons & Zips
  • Chutneys & Tapenades
  • Primates
  • Accordions
  • Snacks
  • Trumpets
  • Traffic Calming Measures
  • Bone & Cartilage
  • Natural Fabrics
  • Synthetic Fabrics