Of spirit, resistance, and embracing the outback
His is a name that doesn’t hang on everybody’s lips. Yet it should.
A sad story that says so much about attitudes.
Willie Mar’s fruit and vegetable shop sits on the edge of town. Not just any town but one on the edge of recognised communities in Australia … beyond the town of Winton is the outback.
Winton is in western Queensland, where the rivers run inland … where life is already marginal. Yet once past the town limits, things become even more problematic.
It’s on the rim of what was once a great inland sea … when dinosaurs roamed the land.
Willie Mar’s fruit and vegetable shop, his house and market garden are reminders of Winton’s Chinese heritage.
It was a time when the remote areas of Australia were still riding on the sheep’s back.
Grazing had come to these areas in the 1800s, employing many labourers either for shearing or caring for the stock and the land.
Since the 1870s Chinese men had been employed as cooks, gardeners or shepherds on these large pastoral holdings.
As Winton became established some of the Chinese moved into commercial enterprise and became market gardeners, shopkeepers and bakers.
Market gardeners worked in Winton as well as Pelican Waterhole, along Mistake Creek and Surprise Creek.
The Chinese had also been very industrious at the gold rushes throughout Australia, from Bendigo and Ballarat in Victoria to the Palmer River goldfields in far North Queensland.
But today, walking these streets of Winton in the early evening, the golden rays of the setting sun cast the town into a timelessness.
Willie Mar’s shop on the edge of town. On the edge of existence. Something seen but not heard. Grudgingly tolerated.
His life, and that of his family’s, was disadvantaged by attitudes.
Willie Mar arrived in Queensland from Zhongshan province in China at the turn of the 20th century.
He worked as a cook and gardener on a number of stations between Hughenden, Richmond and Winton before becoming a shopkeeper and market gardener in Riley Street, Winton.
That was in the 1920s.
He was married to a young woman in China but was rarely able to return home to visit her.
He only made two trips back. During an extended visit in 1929 a son, Yen Shoo, was born.
Willie returned to Winton not long after the birth and did not see his son again until 20 years later. That was in 1949.
Young Willie Mar (Mar Yen Shoo) had no childhood memories of his father when he arrived in Winton.
Unable to speak English and dependent upon his father, Young Willie Mar began to learn his family business of shop keeping and market gardening.
His new-found friendship with his father came to an abrupt end when Willie Mar died while working in his garden in 1954 at the age of 86.
Not Australian by birth and considered an “alien” by the Commonwealth, Young Willie Mar had to prove his business acumen to prevent deportation.
He was required to sustain and submit evidence of a sizeable annual turnover to continue his father’s business and keep living in Winton.
Determined to honour the family, Young Willie Mar exceeded his requirements every year for the next four decades.
His quiet, industrious and happy personality made him popular amongst locals and yet he remained a bachelor all of his life.
Denied the ability by the Commonwealth authorities to bring a wife out from China in 1960, Young Willie Mar continued to live alone for the rest of his life with his cats and chickens.
He returned only once to visit his mother and sister in 1983.
The fruit and vegetable shop, house and market garden was the longest operating Chinese market garden and shop left remaining on the edge of any western Queensland town.
A small band of friends in the Winton community are keeping his legacy alive.
The garden, which had provided Winton with fresh fruit and vegetables since the 1920s when Willie’s father commenced operations, only ceased to produce commercially in 2000 when floods impacted heavily on the aging Willie and his garden.
Willie himself passed away in 2007, and many residents of Winton have vivid memories and engaging stories of Willie and his garden.
Although the fruit and vegetables are gone, Willie’s shop and house remain at the site, as well as evidence of the ingenious pond watering system common to Chinese gardens.
The Chinese skills and traditions of farming small patches of land with a continual crop yield became an essential part of community health and survival in many outback towns and the excellently interpreted Willie Mar site is a tangible reminder of this now extinct tradition.
Popular and well-loved by the community, the place reminds many locals of the ever-cheerful Young Willie Mar.
As you entered the small, dark shop, your eyes adjusted to a scene of wooden shelves stacked with boxes of fresh vegetables kept cool under damp potato sacks.
“Good day … you like?” Young Willie Mar would greet customers.
Selected fruit or vegetables were packaged in hand-made paper bags made from cut-out newspaper squares held together by flour and water paste.
Put your hand under the bag, watch the bottom.
Not only were vegetables sold from the shop they were also delivered three times a week on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.
Willie Mar delivered by horse and spring cart whereas Young Willie Mar used an old Bedford truck.
Later he upgraded to a Nissan utility, beeping the horn as he pulled up.
Young Willie Mar was always reliable with his order.
He regarded the new refrigerated carriages on the train as an opportunity to freight additional fresh vegetables and fruit from Brisbane on a weekly basis.
Meeting customer needs yet remaining completely understated, he maintained a reputation throughout Western Queensland as the man who sold everything for one dollar and five cents.
Unable to compete with changing commercial practices, Willie Mar’s Fruit and Vegetable Shop and Market garden started to decline as Young Willie Mar grew older.
Commercial operations ceased completely after the flood of 2000 and the loss of the garden and mango tree.
Young Willie Mar died quietly in 2007, the last of the Chinese market gardeners in Western Queensland.
The site is a rare and significant heritage place that demonstrates their practices.
It also tells the story of two generations of immigrant men who continuously provided fresh fruit and vegetables to Winton for almost 70 years.
When you walk around Willie Mar’s Chinese Market Garden you walk on a journey of culture and time to a place where the Chinese market garden was alive with activity and a sea of green vegetables.
Both father and son Mar undertook a lifetime of honest work and are remembered as a valued part of Winton’s community.
Both men are buried in Winton’s historical cemetery.
Its presence serves as a reminder of the long association Chinese settlers had with these areas and the significant contribution they made to the health of the communities.
Today, we think times have changed. Yet look around and you see the same prejudices, the same attitudes to entitlement have been exposed.
Just when they had thought to had been buried.
Scratch a little and you see they were only skin deep.
Like picking at a sore.
A lonely shed, a lonely life.
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17 comments on “The Loneliness of the Chinese Gardener”
Makes me wonder where the fresh food for Winton and other outback towns comes from. Willie’s legacy and his old property are being maintained, as a part of Ausralia’s History.
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Good thought … I imagine it’s been part of the rationalisation of farming … get big or get out …. hopefully some of the produce at least comes from the food bowl of Emerald and surrounds and not being reliant on frozen foods shipped in from half-way across Australia or from around the world. Instead of economy of scale it is economy of distance we should be striving for … fresh fruit and vegetables grown within a region
Your post evocatively transported me to the outback and another era. I especially love your line: “When you walk around Willie Mar’s Chinese Market Garden you walk on a journey of culture and time.” Beautiful illustration as well.
Thank you … it was a chance invitation to seek out this memorial to a small chapter in outback life … and we were lucky enough to be there in that evocative late afternoon light that made so much difference. It captured the bitter-sweet beauty between hope and sadness. Such harsh lives that were led by the early settlers. A fight for survival in a rugged landscape but also the battle against bureaucracy. Thank you for your appreciation of the lives of Willie Mar and his father.
Love your writing, and looking at real life, even though its through the lens of distance.
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Thank you … it was a moment in time you stumble across. Any earlier, any later and the poignancy might have been different. Just on sunset and the impact of these lives … and those in the community in honouring them … was very engaging. And you remember the hardships people in the outback endured …
The employment of Chinese labour on pastoral holdings actually commenced in 1848, and over a period of five years to 1853, over 3000 indentured men arrived from Fujian Province. It was many of these men who went on to start market gardening and work in other rural occupations at the end of their contracts. Other Chinese who came later followed in their footsteps.
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Thank you for your article, it reminds me of how lonely many of the pioneering Chinese must have been, to live here without their families. What a courageous and dedicated man.
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Thank you for your comments about Willi Mar and the solitary lives of so many in those places as the country was opened up to new ways … it was such a privilege to stumble across this small but significant building on such a vast landscape. The time of day was significant on the way it struck me with such emotion. An understated tribute to an exceptional place in history.
Fantastic article! It reminds me of my great-grandfather Ng See Coon (Charlie King) who arrived from Taishan, China to New Zealand in 1920 at age 22, leaving his wife and children, as £100 poll tax was in place. He settled in southern Gore before shifting to edge of Ashburton in 1921 to join 4 cousins in a new venture. King Bros Market Garden cooperative employed 80 people. Charlie was the head of the garden, head cook and paymaster. His grandson, Ng Thek Wing (my father, Wing King) arrived in 1949, two years after the poll tax was abolished in NZ. They had a small shop at the garden, later buying a shop in the middle of town. Charlie and his cousin Jimmy used to sell fruit and vegetables around the district by horse and cart. Later, a Bedford truck was used. Charlie travelled to the city to sell veg at the market and buy fruit for the shop. NZ Rail took King Bros to court for transporting their own goods by truck between Ashburton & Christchurch, further than the 30 mile restriction but King Bros won, which changed the transport industry forever. People tell me stories from their childhood of a chinese man selling from their horse and cart, often giving some fruit to children for free. Our extended family has leased the land to the Ashburton District Council to use as a reserve for the people of Ashburton, who were their first customers. The council is trying to save the delapitated buildings.
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Thank you so much for sharing this story .. it seems it was such an important and emotional part of country life … such endeavour and persistence .. real pioneers in so many ways… I know and love the Canterbury area of NZ with friends from both ChCh and Ashburton .. thank you for reading this chance brush with the past in the vast outback of Australia, and the memories it has revived
Beautiful photos. Glad there are people wanting to preserve memories of what life was like and migrant heritage sites.
Willie Mar apparently came from the same village as my paternal ancestors – Sa Chung, now part of Zhongshan city in Guandong province.
Thank you, Phillip Mar.
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Thank you Phillip for your comments, memories … it has been such an intimate experience writing about not just Willie Mar but all of those who gave so much in life … and that people appreciate their endeavours in harsh conditions
An impressive share! I’ve just forwarded this onto a friend who has been conducting a
little homework on this. And he actually ordered me lunch due to the fact that I stumbled upon it for
him… lol. So allow me to reword this…. Thank YOU for
the meal!! But yeah, thanks for spending the time to discuss this
subject here on your web page.
I’m so glad it has been of help. It was such a poignant chapter in the history of Australia’s Outback. A friend said I had to write about it. I didn’t think I could do it justice. But in the end the story virtually wrote itself. If we had gone to the site an hour earlier the photos would not have been the same. They seemed to capture the moment so well. It’s as if the past reached out for that moment. So many people have read this article, especially in the old gold mining areas such as Bendigo that has a strong Chinese history … and so pleased you were able to share a lunch with a friend. That’s important in life, to be able to share things …
very interesting re Willie Mar and I have personal memories of both the Father and the Son. We as a family lived in Riley Street, and it would be fair to say Willie Mar snr was a neighbor! the following did happen but has been handed down to me by my sisters (no longer with us in body). Willie Snr had been badly bashed and robbed; it was mid 1930s and times were extremely bad and the perpetrators considered Willie fair game. How much money did they steal? this has not ever been ascertained. no hospitalisation for Will, he had a garden to look after and in general the local populace did not give a damn; in fact the town gossip seemed to know just who it was. One of Willies injuries was a badly broken Jaw. Being neighbours, my mother Lily took it upon herself to make sure Willie had food suited to his broken jaw situation. so it was a daily chore of my Sisters Betty and Colleen to deliver a broth of differing sorts to help Willie’s recovery. Willie never forgot and as result, if per chance years down the track, I happened to be close by Willie would offer a banana, or on occasion a couple of boiled lollies. It did take time for the reason of his generosity to register with me. in the year of 1950, Willie Mar Snr asked me could I teach his son, young Wille English. I did not take up that chance to help. I was sixteen and way short of confidence to have taken on such a task. How the next bit transpired I am unsure but a young School teacher; one Billy Delaney did step forward and commenced teaching as best he could young Wille some English.That was in 1950 and it was a time when the Winton Herald was still going, but it was on its way out. So 1951 saw myself working for the Warwick Daily News. How much help Billy Delaney was to the young Wille I have no idea but was all done with good intent. Bill Taylor, an ex resident but never an ex Wintonite, as it remains my home town, my place of birth.
PS: worth noting the method of watering adapted by Willie Mar and most likely by all Chinese gardeners; Bore water was not good for the soil if watered directly from tap or hose – two elements, one the water was so bloody hot and the other more important being the trace elements hardened the soil and helped to make it non-productive. our Chinese gardeners would dig a hole in the ground and fill it with the bore water; as it cooled, the adverse trace elements sank to the bottom of their little water reservoir. After placing a plank across the expanse of water, they would dip their watering cans into this cooled water and quickly water their garden beds. They also had an ingenious manner of splaying the water as it came out of the can, allowing a quick disbursement of the water and also splaying it in a manner that was soft on the plants. Hard workers but with knowing of how to make the difficult easier!
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Bill, magnificent memories. Thank you so much for this. The response to this article has been amazing. At the time I did not think I would do it justice yet people have remarked on how important it is to give recognition to those not always mentioned in history books. I just love what your mother did for him. That, to me, really reflects what country people did for each other. What! You worked on the Warwick Daily News. My goodness, how everyone’s lives are entwined in some way or other. I had this article printed in the Rural Weekly at the time of writing and it was published at Warwick, by some young journalists who were originally at the Daily News. I can appreciate the teaching of English to young Willie. My mother used to do that with the Italian family on our neighbouring farm back in the 1950s. And I think I noticed the well you talk about in the back yard at Winton. That makes sense. Dad taught me … and I taught someone else just today … to water around the plants, not on their leaves, so the water soaks into the roots. And you are right about so many places that insist you have to be born there to be a true local. The world gets smaller and smaller each day … yet at times such as this with the Covid pandemic it reminds us how important the local community is …
PS. And Warwick has a local paper again … I might have some articles appearing in that from time to time, especially about endurance horse riding or cattle breeders … good wishes, Erle