APRIL 8 2011 : DAY No 98 of 2011: OTHER YARNS.

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O cold the black-frost night.

The walls draw in to the warmth
and the old roof cracks its joints;

the slung kettle
hisses a leak on the fire.

Hardly to be believed that summer
will turn up again some day

in a wave of rambler-roses,
thrust its hot face in here

to tell another yarn.

Judith Wright.

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I like Summer. This year was a serious rip-off. Rains and sorrow. Rains and sorrow interspersed with occasional marvellous moments.  Today its Autumn and the Rains are back again. “Hardly to be believed that Summer will turn up again some day.” It won’t turn up again for my sister. She left on February 17 2011. What sort of date is that ?  She DID want to have one last Christmastime and she got that. With two Xmas trees that we ordered online.

Summer will turn up again. And we will sit on the verandah and watch the moonrise and Yaan with one another. For now I move the e-Bench inside the big house I am sitting in for a week or two. The big dog lies morbidly disappointed beside me and I take an hour or so before tackling the rainy roads and darkened skies to go visiting for lunch.

I take a seat here on my e-Bench and Yaan with you. That’s something I like doing no matter what time of the year it is or what the weather is doing. The clothes are in the washing machine and there is a dryer. I usually hang my clothes out on a line strung between posts on my verandah. But its raining.

Summer Yarns, eh ? Summer yarns. That might cheer me up while I sit here in this fine home built of local stone and very old timbers from the Bellingen Bridge. I think the Grandfather and GreatGrandfather of my children built that old bridge. All around are rainforest plants and tall gum trees and down the bottom of the hill is the North Coast Rail Line. The children’ father worked on that. They tell me an old hotel was once here on this slope. Long gone now. I might hunt the Yarns up from the Digitised newspapers. One about Repton where I am staying for the moment. I shall also take a look at some old summer photographs and see what I can recall for myself.

First thing I am doing is going to visit the grandparents of my children and see what Summer Yarns they have.

See you a bit later with Other Yarns.

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4.55pm.  The rain seems to have passed and the evening is coming in.  Man and Dog are sleeping in the Living Room and I’m taking a Yaaning Seat. We talked of many things today. Of Shire councils and the lousy mayor, of the old bridge being built with no electricity to run  appliances and my children’s grandfather tells me he still has the tools out in the back shed.

Now I shall look for the stories of Summertime.

Hardly to be believed that summer will turn up again some day in a wave of rambler-roses, thrust its hot face in here to tell another yarn. Judith Wright.

My children’s grandmother gave me a bunch of red and white roses she grew in her garden and told me to give my white climbing rose a feed since it looks so ill. I didn’t know what a feed for a rose was. Cow manure, says she. That’s one thing I have a lot of.

I wonder whether I can find one Yaaning memory per decade of my life. That’s a good few decades that is.

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1940s

I was born in 1949. Near the end so I didn’t see much of the 1940s. I always thought this was a picture of my younger sister but my brother has determined that it was actually me. Its someplace in the City of Sydney. One only went to town dressed smartly back in those days. Hats , suits, ties. The whole lot.

The WWII had just ended and my folks used to tell me of Balls and movies and all manner of City Doings.

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1950s

I had a lot of aunts, uncles and cousins. Well, it seemed like a lot. In the 50s I was Flowergirl for my aunt and wore a pink dress. I actually had flowers in my hair and pink gloves and a posy of flowers an thought myself rather fine.

One of the favourite tales in our family was of my own mum and dad’s love affair. They met at her sister’s engagement party to my dad’s best friend. Were engaged in 3 weeks and married in 3 months. They stayed married all the way through their lives.

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1960s

Basset Hounds were pretty popular in the 1960s. We had one called Dulcie and next doors had her sister. Dulcie came with us to live in Urunga in the 1970s and was somehow injured.  Someone said she had been attacked with a hammer but someone else said the train  had run over her and she had lain low. Either way she was OK bar the head injuries.

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1970s

The 70s arrived with many tales of exotic places and people. This is one of my favourite photos ever. My family entertaining an American friend in true Suburban Style.

I began to hear stories of people riding motor bikes across Australia from Darwin to Sydney and I even lived with the first of my Englishmen.

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1980s

The 1980s were spent mostly in the Bellingen Shire with a lot of time down at the Sea Lido with little children. Swimming and playing and sitting on logs talking.

 

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the 1990s

Maroubra has a lot of history for us and the Kids went to High School there in the 1990s. Years back, their great uncle and his family lived there and Auntie Molly was still there in her 90s. There’s some good stories about Maroubra for us. Of sharks and rock pools and bombs during WWII.

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First decade of 2000s.

And so the  200os came in and I survived the  Y2K Virus. Along with everyone else. I went to Queensland and became a grandmother and lost my parents and acquired a Man. There’s plenty of stories in there. The internet came along as well.

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Second decade of 2000s

And now, lets kiss the white buddha and see what’s next.

 

A PROPOS OF NOTHING AT ALL.