Thomas Smith on one of his horses at the front of "The Red Cow Inn - Penrith NSW ".
The Red Cow Inn was built by Thomas Smith in 1862
  There is no doubt that this ' house', although conservative even by the standards of that day, was the nucleus upon which the Smith family's good fortune was built over the long years until Thomas Smith's death in 1896
The stained glass windows above, dissapeared from the Red Cow in 1960's. Thomas Smith is believed to have
salvaged the window from the Regentville Mansion which burnt down.
Photo source.. Penrith Local Studies Library.

Sydney Morning Herald ~18/3/1854.

LOST on the afternoon of  Tuesday
last, March 14th,
between St Mary's South Creek  and
Parramatta, a Morrocco
Pocket book containing
2  commercial bank notes for 5  pound each. 
Payment is stopped at the Bank. 
Whoever will return the same to
Mr T Smith,
Red Cow Inn, St Mary's South Creek
or to Mr W Tucker 421 George Street Sydney,
will be rewarded.

Written by:  Laura Player
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               Above:     The Red Cow inn later when Mary Lack was Proprietor
The Red Cow Inn when Arthur Williamson was proprietor.
Above: An article found in the archives of the Sydney Morning Herald 1854.
Thomas Smiths 1st Red Cow Inn was at South Creek, prior to being built in Penrith  1862.
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      “” A RED COW INDEED “”
Written by:  Laura Player

In Penrith town stands the Red Cow Inn
Appeared way back in the colony in eighteen sixty two
Thomas Smith built her from sandstone & rock
Resurrected from the ashes of old ‘Regentville’
An ill-fated mansion that burnt to the ground

Indeed the Red Cow has seen history unfold
From   Cobb & Co -
Refresh, fill up and onward go
To the railway station across the road
Built from the sweat and toil of local men
Brought goods and folks
From Sydney to this Nepean town

This old pub, has withstood the test of time
Floods and droughts - a depression or two
‘Twas there before electric light,
Alas commodity nor water in sight

And through her doors a passing parade
Ben Chiffley, Billy Hughes even Caddie as a kid
Mr. Federation, Henry Parkes even dropped in for a swill

  Moreover, cricket too –
Captain W.G. Grace and his mighty crew
Arrived on the train in eighteen ninety two ~
This Sheffield lot, the local paper did say
Would beat our lads ~ planned to slam us for nil
Bragged the almighty Grace whilst dining on Red Cow fare  

However, our Nepean boys - a tough lot indeed 
Shocked them all – this Sheffield lot
And squeezed in for a draw
On a very crude pitch at Thornton Hall

And to this day at that old pitch
Ghostly sounds    
The town's pride their cheers and laughter
Can still be heard.
But - Oh dear, this pitch of time
Did you know it is still there?

William E. Hart also made his mark
This first flight was history again
Flew over the Red Cow in nineteen eleven
In a contraption, so called a Bristol Box Kite
He swooped like a bird from the heavens 
From Penrith to Parramatta and back
And still today inside this Pub –
A hearth, a heart and old souls - silent sentinels –
Thomas Smith and Jane his wife
Keep watch from the corners above
Silently weep a tear for time has left its mark - 
So when next you pass this icon pub     
Enter, go in and give them a thought 
For generosity and kindness to all
Was just the Smith's ~ way of life !!
                  By:  Laura Player
        G.G.  Granddaughter of Thomas & Jane Smith