The property now being utilised by the Mount Tamborine Convention originally started out as a working dairy farm. The land was purchased with funds from conventions and generous donations by supporters. A few key men saw the potential of the property and envisioned a functioning Convention Centre to host the annual Keswick Christmas Convention which was the only annual convention until Easter 1963. As it turned out the property also held the potential for hosting individuals where they could camp, which was a significant benefit to those travelling long distances to attend the conventions.
After much hard work the property was finally cleared. An old WWII aircraft hanger was transported from Archerfield in Brisbane to become the main Auditorium. More than 50 years after it all began it’s still home to the Easter Convention, along with other annual events.
For anyone interested in the full story of the early days of MTCC, long-time supporter and early Convention committee member Gerhard Bargen has written a fascinating historical booklet called The Hidden Spring. It’s well worth a read, and available from the MTCC Office.
We’ve kindly been given permission to post chapter 1 here. Enjoy.
The Hidden Spring, by Gerhard Bargen
Chapter 1 – On the Property
It was mid-year 1957 and after an hour’s motoring from Brisbane we arrived at North Tamborine. We turned right into Beacon Road, a road that was neither sealed nor gravelled. After two kilometres we came to the end of it and from there on it seemed to be just a track, dodging trees and leading to somewhere else. On the left-hand was a steep drop to the Canungra Valley. On the right was an entrance to a property. This was to become the Convention’s very own. There was nothing to make us excited, only undergrowth and a lot of lantana. So we moved on another three hundred metres and came onto an opening. Now we were impressed. The view in front of us stretched way into the distance to Moreton Bay. To the left on a clear day the Glass House Mountains were very imposing. If looks could feed the body, we could live here forever! The air was so brisk, the heavens so blue. Yes, this is it.
From here the countryside sloped to the east and we saw some buildings. We drove up to inspect. First there was a farmhouse. I am not sure if it was ever introduced to paint. It stood on high stumps and I am certain it had a bit of a lean, though not as much as the Tower of Piza. Still, it sure was noticeable. Inside it had three bedrooms plus a big eating/sitting room and a sizeable kitchen. The view from inside was just terrific, no traffic, no noise. What a haven. But there were more buildings. We came to a small structure approximately 9 feet square (3m by 3m). It had a gable roof but no ceiling. Next came a sizeable workshop plus storage. We went further to the cow bails. Well, it had a roof and sides and two bails. It didn’t need windows, and doors were optional. So here was this cluster of buildings and perhaps the phrase that came over us was “Can these bones live?” Let me hasten to say they did.
I saw potential.