Diary Extract
24 July 1923
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Yesterday, my vision turned into reality. The turning of the first sod ceremony took place at
3pm on the north shore. I can still feel my elation as Mr Ball plunged the metal spade into the
earth amidst tumultuous applause of the onlookers, while the band played the national anthem
– everyone singing with great fervour and enthusiasm. I’m glad the intermittent rain showers
did not diminish the occasion. When I arrived at the site, I could sense the excitement and
optimism in the air. I saw people flocking to the spot at the corner of Miller and Blue streets, to
secure a vantage point. It was a historic moment. Mayor Clarke opened the ceremony as I stood
to his left, next to Sir George and Minister Ball. There was a loud applause. It was uplifting as I
gazed down to the water level and beyond to the green slopes of Dawes point. It is certain to be the world’s heaviest structure and it will be a wonderful addition to one of the largest cities
in the British Empire.
After the ceremony, I attended a banquet at St Thomas Memorial Hall in McLaren Street. I was
deeply honoured by Mr Holman’s kind words in his toast to me as the designer of the bridge.
While I do not see myself in his words, my parents and my school teachers would be proud. I
think back to my school days, gazing out the window at the blue sky, dreaming. In my response
to Mr Holman’s toast and to the presentation of a replica silver model of the bridge, which will
become a family heirloom, I thought it appropriate to briefly trace the history of the long
journey and many people it took to get to this point.
On Monday morning, men will be at work at the site where the sod was turned preparing for
the construction of the railway approach to Bay road station. As the day draws to a close,
Mayor Clarke’s words still echo in my mind – this is a “prelude to one of the greatest events
about to take place in modern history – the construction of the Sydney Harbour Bridge”. I cut
out this picture from today’s Sydney Morning Herald.