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COUNTDOWN DAY 7 : THE STAFFY

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THE YAAN: 250 WORDS A DAY TILL SUNDAY AUGUST 12 2012. A quiet celebration of my own. 25 years clean and sober. Yesterday a Staffy came visiting in the early morning mists. Came right in and made himself at home. An old Staffy with white in his whiskers. One of Odin’s mob, methinks. The big, blunt, square head and powerful shoulders. Odin was the dog we got for Jim after his little Mort was hit by a red car out on South Arm Road and killed in 1995. We got him from Fernmount – the runt of the litter. It took us 2 days for Jim to choose the one he wanted. That dog wove his way through our lives when I came home from the City at 7 years of recovery. For me, there was something solid and devoted and steadfast about Odin,”protector of women and children”.

That’s how I wanted my recovery to be. Steadfast and sure. With white whiskers. The Staffy who came yesterday just stayed for a while and then went off down the back paddock. We left Odin behind with Brad in the Rainbow House when we went North in 2001. They loved each other but Brad said that Odie often took off, looking for Jim. He would find the houses and flats where they had lived. Sometimes it was years after we had left.

I don’t know what happened to our Odin but yesterday’s steadfast little fella reminded me of times I don’t always think about. The mansion at Buffer Creek and the AFrame on South Arm and my son walking his dog through 100s acres of bush and showing me sugar gliders and how to throw a star knife.

It hasn’t been an easy 25 years and I haven’t shone very brightly in the outside world but I have been a drug free mother and grandmother. And we have had dogs.

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ON THE eBENCH : Watch this Space. I am going for one month of writing in the 3rd person ( more or less). Describing a photograph or topic. That should be interesting. Post of 250 words. Leaving ME out of it.

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THE YAAN : The main street of Bellingen is called Hyde Street. The finest building in the street is the Hammond and Wheatley building. Back in the early 1970s, they started to sell off the grand features like the brass cash register and some of the cedar counters. Nowadays it is not really an Emporium. Not in the way it once was. The Independent Grocers’ Association occupies part of the ground floor. The other half is pretty flash in the Bangalow and Byron revived way. Shoes ‘reduced’ to $150 and graments in the hundreds of dollars.

Upstairs is a mad frenzy of imports.  A bazaar. Upstairs is colour and abundance and cushions and curtains. Upstairs is the way a shop at the top of a fine set of stairs should be. Unexpected and hectic and initially overwhelming.  “UPSTAIRS” is not a common experience in Bellingen. Most buildings are one storey. Upstairs is Mysterious. It promises the unexpected and on occasion, it delivers!

Incomers think they can change small towns and change the town in the way and at the pace they want. It doesn’t work that way.

Last week, 4 old ladies walked Hyde Street, doing the things they have done for decades. The old ladies don’t fight change but change seems to encounter them and is compelled to divert from the course it was upon. 

Sometimes a child sits on the step of an Emporium, wondering what is Upstairs. The Emporium knows her and she knows the Emporium. Her mother sat on that step and her mother’s father and before that her grandfather’s father and his mother.

Doesn’t really matter much who “owns” the store today.

 

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http://emporiumbellingen.com.au/

http://bellingenmuseum.org.au/

http://www.bellingen.nsw.gov.au/

3 MAY 2012 : BUNDAGEN AND COMMUNITY

ON THE eBENCH : Watch this Space. I am going for one month of writing in the 3rd person ( more or less). Describing a photograph or topic. That should be interesting. Post of 250 words. Leaving ME out of it.

IMAGES OF BUNDAGEN

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THE YAAN : Heard on the Radio “As soon as a community needs to be labelled as a community, it is no longer a community.”

That’s one viewpoint. Bundagen, however, formed intentionally. It is a coastal community. Right beside the Pacific Ocean. On Tuesdays, they have CAFÉ. Café is food prepared by members of the Community and sold for less than $10 a plate. Fresh and beautiful No shoes are worn inside the Main House.

It looks sometimes a little tattered. The mosaics a little neglected. Nonetheless, hundreds of people live in there. A drive through the forest to the gates. It was going to be sold for a gold course back in the 80s when the world thought it could fly forever on tourism and decadence. Instead, shares were sold and multiple occupancy formed. Its , maybe 3 generations out there now. The children of the children are coming along. They say the school might re-open. No mains power. Life in Bundagen is off the grid.

Near the entrance is a totem pole. Oftentimes, a kookaburra sits on top of the Pole.  Kookaburras, like monks, KNOW things.

They bury their own out there. Its been a Community long enough now to lose people. Sometimes people come up from the City with oddling dreams of what life in Bundagen will be like. One ran a cable in without getting Community permission. One called in a pest control company. People do odd things when following unclear dreams.

And on Tuesdays they have CAFÉ.

http://bundagen.com.au/

 

http://journals.worldnomads.com/kristamrome/story/25703/USA/WWOOFing-Experience-1-Bundagen-Community

 

http://sixtyeyes.wordpress.com/?s=bundagen

9 MARCH 2012 : WOMENFOLK

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THE YAAN : I am still not going to write about Women’s Day. Not precisely anyways and I am probably not going to speak about many well known women unless they come up in the course of my meandering. What I will do is take a wee think through of women in my archives, in my memory and I might stumble across snippets from the TROVE or net. I’m going to do some ruminating on womenfolk I know now as well and then, as I often do, leave the images for you to think about.

I was born in 1949. Wonder what the eras of my life have been.

 

Post war and happy families. Chances for ordinary working girls to go to Uni etc but still glory boxes and hats and stockings. Not for me. Single teaching in the bush.
Drop out, drugs, hippy trail Marriage, children, country living. Drugs and alcoholism. Separation and divorce. Loss of kids. Drug rehabilitation. City life.
Single parenting. Government Housing. Return to school teaching. Return to hometown. Extended Family commitments. Children out on own.
Relocation and singleness. Disability pension.
Life on Tweed River. Grandmothering. Deaths of parents.

Eremite.

Music and Mating.

Elder. Grandmother. Mate.
Return to Hometown.

Death of Sister.

the 7th Decade.

25th year of Recovery and Sobriety.

 

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THE WOMENFOLK.

MARY ANN SKIVINGS, WILHELMINA MCLEAN MCLEOD,LUCY JANE HURRELL, MAUDE SANDERS,MARY ANN MCNEILL BELL. MAGGIE QUIRK. ELIZABETH BELL. DORIS,BETTY,ELIZABETH, VERA AND MAY SANDERS. JOYCE BELL. JEAN BELL. JESSIE SARAH READY BELL. JOYCE BELL SANDERS. SUSAN SANDERS. LYNNE SANDERS. KATI BRAITHWAITE. JO POMROY. CASSANDRA POMROY.

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WOMENFOLK  WHO ARE NOT RELATED TO ME.

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Tis late e’er an old Woman comes to know she is old.

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The old Woman would never have look’d

for her Daughter in the Oven, had she not

been there her self.

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A woman bends over me,
Searching my reaches for what she really is.

SYLVIA PLATH.

THE MIRROR.

WOMEN IN THE TROVE

hairThe Advertiser (Adelaide, SA 1931 - 1954), Friday 22 January 1937

The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1931 – 1954), Friday 22 January 1937.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article74333002

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rinso The Australian Women's Weekly (1933 - 1982), Saturday 26 May 1945,

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Saturday 26 May 1945,

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article47117250

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rex The Australian Women's Weekly (1933 - 1982), Wednesday 7 May 1980

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 7 May 1980.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article57125687

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7 MARCH 2012 : CROOK AS A CHOOK

Today I was as crook as a chook.  When I used benches today, it was because I could not keep on walking. I am much better tonight.

Guess I shall introduce you to our morning visitors and then sleep off a tough day.

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http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/species/Entomyzon-cyanotis

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http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/forum/Best-Photos/Rainbow-Lorikeet-2

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http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/forum/Best-Photos/Scaly-breasted-lorikeet-0

1 MARCH 2012 : HOT AS IN AUTUMN

NOW HERE’S A FINE WAY TO START A NEW MONTH AND A NEW SEASON.

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THE YAAN : In a residual of heat, I remain linguistically drained. Half the state of NSW is flooded including my son’s area down South. We are still clear-skied and hot. Who knows what comes next?

All I am doing on a night like this is a 3 pronged approach to the month of March.

  1. HOLD FAST MCLEOD.
  2. STAY PUT
  3. DON’T DO MUCH.

BLOG OF THE DAY : http://rvsupertramp.com.au/Blog/tabid/81/EntryId/74/Mylestom-Urunga-19-Dec-2006-to-10-Jan-2007.aspx

AND ALSO http://xkcd.com/

27 FEBRUARY 2012 : ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS

THE YAAN : I am writing early this morning. Its peaceful and quiet. Just bird calls, pretty much. I can almost hear the pumpkins growing. It’s the last couple of days of a very wet and cool Summer and the grass is LONG. The pipes are blocked a little and substances are bubbling up now and then. I thought I would just add a few more ordinary everyday images of life here. I like seeing your worlds and I like the difference in the detail. I was surprised when Ellen from Boston told me that the US didn’t have patterned toilet paper and she was surprised that we have so few regulations on our beaches. I know that different places call certain foods and drinks by slightly different names. Things you take for granted might amaze me and things I have in my life as a matter of course, might be exotic or even creepy to you. Jon from Oregon didn’t expect to see palm trees in a lot of my pictures. I hadn’t realised there were so many until he commented. Now I see them everywhere. He remarked on the two lane blacktop road which is our number one highway as well.

As a non traveller, I am very curious about the little things. Do people live in houses or apartments ? Do they pay rent or own their own homes ? Do the children wear school uniforms or not ? How big is the town or city you live in ?

My brother sets off today for 6 months overseas. He travels a lot. He will be seeing Morocco and Egypt and Deserts and Greece and Spain and Jordan. He sends me postcards in the old fashioned way and sees things I shall never see.

We are both fortunate. My sister has gone on the Great Journey. He is going on his next adventure and I am sitting watching a kookaburra and a butcher bird. I think there is a Satin Bower Bird just behind the kookaburra.

SOME ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS FROM MY LIFE.

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A TELEPHONE REPAIR MAN LOOKING FOR THE FAULT IN THE WIRES AMONGST THE FLOODS. GUMBOOTS. THOSE GLOWING ORANGE OR GREEN TOPS ALL WORKMEN HAVE TO WEAR HERE NOW. FLUORO. THIS MAN WAS A RARE EXPERT.

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I HAVE A SILVER BELL AT THE FRONT DOOR AND A BANANA TREE BEHIND IT DOWN AT THE CORRAL.

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THE LAWNMOWER IN THE BACKYARD.

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THAT’S BALI – THE CHOCOLATE LABRADOR WHO LIVES NEXT DOOR BUT IS VERY MUCH AT HOME IN OUR COTTAGE.

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I LIVE WITH A BASS PLAYER. HERE ARE A FEW ORDINARY EVERYDAY THINGS. AN AUSSIE TABLE. ALUMINIUM SLIDING DOORS. I DO NOT LIKE THEM AT ALL ALTHOUGH I LIKE THE LIGHT. I THINK THE BASS IS A FENDER BUT ONE OF THE ONES NOW MADE IN CHINA. THERE’S A MOBILE PHONE HUWAEII. TROUBLE IS THAT EVEN WITH 3 PROVIDERS WE RARELY GET FULL COVERAGE.

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GAS CYLINDERS. OUR HOT WATER AND STOVE RUN ON LPG GAS.

Truly sitting on the eBENCH late in the afternoon : Ordinary, everyday indeed. The world has gone loopy. The sullage bubbled right back up through the house and flooded it. Along cam the Fixit man – expert in water waste management or somesuch. There remains an elusive aroma throughout the property.  We did a big end of Summer cleanup out in the laundry area. That was just prior to the erupting volcano of water and goo. Lucky we did because everything was up and out of reach of the muck.

Then we took ourselves and our garbage to the TIP. We don’t get a rubbish collection due to being a couple of kilometres from town so we loaded the Starwagon with garbage and with some pretty good stuff to “recycle”.  At this point, I insert my theme song for a world gone loopy.

So we take the Starwagon load of goodies to the RALEIGH TIP. I think our beady , poo infected eyes had their effect on the Tip Gent. He was about to tell us what it would cost to leave our high quality rubbish there. $31 because we brought  it in the Starwagon and not in a car. So what would it cost if I brought it in the Charade – a small vehicle? $19. At that point he said “ You might go ballistic” and generously relabelled our odds and ends as valuable recyclable goods and took them from us.  We took ourselves up to the actual garbage bins and chucked the actual garbage with malice and aforethought and satisfying metallic thwacks into their open yaws. Except for when the auto dissolving white ‘plastic’ bags auto imploded in mid air.  Izzy is a gentle man but there was an edge to the manner in which he threw the scrubbed clean empty honey glass jars into the cavernous metal pit the Tip has for glass which  then shatters on impact.

Now he’s digging holes in the backyard to bury rubbish in and preparing a bonfire. Food’s in the compost pile  and it’s time to dance.

It has been a  pretty funny day.

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