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JACKET The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Wednesday 18 April 1956,













On the eBENCH mid morning.

Today, I am truly laid back with only afternoon plans. I do a good few Markets since I came back to the Bellingen Shire. Today, I could be at GROWERS’ MARKET which is one I enjoy but have opted out of for a week or two.

What I am thinking about is the climate in this area ?  Its not specially cold and not specially hot. Its rather wet.




It seems to me that we cater in this area for a very ORDINARY climate in our habitations and clothing and activities. In the 1960s, the powers that be decided to be progressive and designed a high school uniform for all of us at WILEY PARK GIRLS’ HIGH SCHOOL which would suit both Summer and Winter. It didn’t work. Not even the innovative shoestring tie or the jaunty green beret made the uniform work for all seasons.

quilt The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Wednesday 19 August 1981,

Its much the same up here. A lot of the houses aren’t warm enough in Winter nor cool enough in Summer.  Nor are our clothes.  Or our chosen activities.  We do tend to have gumboots. That’s one wise move. And now that we are allowed to have wood fires again, there are some warm homes.

Anyways, I was looking at last week’s market pictures and thinking that there really were some good Winter outfits there. Specially the lady with the rug coat in the top picture. That’s a little ripper and I suspect that the young lady in the dress has an abundance of undergarments to keep her warm.



winter poem Western Mail (Perth, WA 1885 - 1954), Thursday 12 February 1942

Western Mail (Perth, WA : 1885 – 1954), Thursday 12 February 1942

heater The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Wednesday 4 June 1958,

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1932 – 1982), Wednesday 4 June 1958,

PRUE ACTON HOODED CAPE The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Wednesday 5 May 1971, page 86,

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1932 – 1982), Wednesday 5 May 1971, page 86


cold The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Wednesday 23 March 1955,

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1932 – 1982), Wednesday 23 March 1955


OVALTINE The Australian Women's Weekly (1932 - 1982), Saturday 25 May 1940

The Australian Women’s Weekly (1932 – 1982), Saturday 25 May 1940


Best I start a new post of treatments for my friends who are unwell this winter. Lets see what else the TROVE has to offer.


BELLINGEN MARKET DAY. I almost didn’t go due to cold and grey skies but off we went and the town was PACKED. Cars all over the place. I’m still not sure why quite so many people came out and about but they did. The featured band was the NINTH CHAPTER. We bump them a goodly bit. Izzy MCed the FLAME TREE FESTIVAL in Grafton when they were on and once we stumbled across the trumpet player at Coffs harbourside Markets. Then Izzy encountered one of them as his case manager during his brief period of unemployment.

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I was intending to go up the mountains to Armidale today. I changed my mind. I’m glad of that because there was a bad smash on the connecting road today and someone was killed. All the traffic was re-directed right back down the mountain.

I like Bellingen Markets. Today, I liked the clothing. It was a cold and gloomy day and people were rugged in all manner of garments and colours and footwear.

This time of the year led me to rockbottoming in my life 24 years back. The months of descent and despair. It still arouses those emotions in me. I descend like the Demeter Persephone combination – every year. I have done a lot of ‘ inner work’ to avoid it but every year, it happens again. I rather think that its meant to be that way for me. I once married not long after the end of July. That shows what can happen when a Descent becomes intimidating.

This year, I am. so far, less intimidated by it. Witness Mode, as they call it. Most of the time, I am in Witness Mode.

The Camera helps with that. The Camera takes me out and about and backwards in time. I gives me an implanted feeling. Today, I went to Hungry Head and Urunga, took some pictures and recalled a time 55 years back when an old hermit gave me a handkerchief. Folded. Lacey. Pretty. I wanted to live as he did. Someplace in a cave by the sea.

Those memories take me a little deeper each year and give me a belly middle point to take me into the next 6 months. There is a purpose to descending.  Not a lot of gold lies around on the surface.



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Today I went to funkya@unkya, the markets down at Eungai. My family was there way back in the 1800s and distant cousins are still thereabouts as well as Neil Christopher.  Down at Unkya was a mosaic bench, the second one I have seen in the Nambucca. Its been a while since I have seen anyone sitting on the benches but I shall make some effort to focus on the people on benches. Perhaps even find the courage to talk to some Bench Sitters.

Today’s bench was set beside a Pizza oven. The pizzas were  $12 for a whole one. How good is that ? And what a splendid bench.