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28 DECEMBER 2011 : FROGS IN THE PIPES.

FROG ON THE KITCHEN WINDOW LAST NIGHT.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No. 29 : Paint. Or draw.

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

THE YAAN.

Morning, All and Sundry. Still sitting here on the eBENCH. For a while anyways.  I truly thought I was settled in. Now, with things once again amuddle, I am drawing myself in. Gathering myself together and preparing for the Unknown. It might not seem like big changes to some people. It might not seem like grievous tragedy or hard times. It might not seem a difficult thing to do – bit it is. Times like these, I don’t play around too leniently with my own emotions and thoughts. I prepare. I pull in resources.  And I sit here on the eBENCH, taking myself through the various disciplines which lead me through IN BETWEEN times.

I wanted to STAY PUT – in my life as it is. Now, I face the relationship restructuring. ( How is that for a non-emotional description?) That means I face the house hunting, social welfare jiggling and relocation. None of these things is simple on a disability pension income and with a shortage of accommodation in the area.   It means – another sinking of a ship of dreams.

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THE YAAN PART 2.

Afternoon to you all.

Coming in for sunsetting here. The swallows have come home for the evening and the cicadas are about. I have friends. For a week I have their house. A beautiful day. That’s the man in my life on the left in the photos between the leaves of the passionfruit . How can two people in their 60s come so close to getting it right and yet miss by a millimetre ?

Well, as for the week, I have the care of a house. Built from stone and timber and mudbrick, down on the Bellinger River.  I have a story about today. A good one. I haven’t drawn or painted . I took the Cheery Redhead shopping and that’s where the Story is.

I shall tell it to you before I go to bed in this lovely home. It’s a short story and it is a good one.  A girl took a saxophone out and began to play.

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The girl who plays the saxophone is called Carolita and the man who makes ballons is called Frederico.  They are Italian Travellers.

I DON’T LIKE THE BLUES. I HAVE MY REASONS. BUT I DO LIKE THIS LADY.

26 DECEMBER 2011 : THE 33rd BIRTHDAY OF KATI B.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL 

Tip No 28 : Use “said” instead of any other word

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

THE YAAN.

Boxing Day. The sun’s shining again. 33 years ago I had a baby girl on the 26th September at 10.37pm in the midst of one wild thunderstorm. Today she is 33 years old – obviously – and has a girl of her own. We have spent much time together over the last 2 years . Me. My Daughter and her Daughter.  I’m simply saying that. Not muttering nor suggesting nor yelling.

I am simply saying – MY DAUGHTER IS 33 YEARS OLD TODAY and she has a DAUGHTER OF HER OWN.

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20 DECEMBER 2011 : A DORMANT SANTA CLAUS.

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL.

Tip No 26 : Sleep eight hours a day.

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

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THE YAAN.

SLEEP. Hah! I was a non sleeper for many years but that was pre Hep C and low Platelets. Nowadays Sleep and Benches are fundamentals in my lifestyle. I tried for years to push past the barriers of fatigue, especially during the Driven Era of the 1990s and all that happened was increasing weakness and muddled thinking and emotional lunacy. Nowadays, I shamelessly “ take to my bed”.

Doesn’t seem to make a writer of me but I feel a lot better. Hey – and that’s despite its meeting considerable amounts of resistance over the years. A lot of People don’t seem to like you to sleep. Or even rest. When I sit on the benches as I so often do, the Restless Ones tend to go a little frenzied.

For a goodly length of time, years indeed, professionals and amateurs alike were very clear with me that I would develop depression from sleeping so much. In my Uncertain Times of early recovery, I struggled to activate so that the depression didn’t come upon me unawares while I was sleeping. After a bit of experimentation I decided that I was far more depressed struggling 5 kilometres on a walk to work in Rainbow Street with a backpack of teaching gear than I was in bed.

I have a knack of choosing residences with good bedrooms where I can lie exotically and not feel trapped and I tell you that’s not easily done on a pension where the rents are often, make that almost always, more than half of the income. What I don’t have a knack of is – interior decoration. My beds suck. I still have a sheet that belonged to my mother and she’s been gone for a decade. My siblings are another matter entirely. The bedroom where I sat with my sister while she passed smelled sweet, was decorated with magical bits and pieces and was soft with satin sheets and pillows.

My brother’s rooms are high class mattresses and sleep-inducing with linen I could happily wear out to a function.  Even if with the Princess and the Pea syndrome, I would sleep deeply at his place.

My bedroom – well – its not the best of the rooms I have had but its pretty good. A passionfruit vine is growing up and over the windows and the birds and other critters live in the trees outside it but the bed itself is an acrobatic feat. It creaks and screams for mercy and seems to slope slightly. I do have the satin pillowcases now and I have duck feather pillows – but I am not good at  creating a sleeping environment.

My daughter and daughter in law are pretty sharp at the bed creation. They make quality beds and I used to like visiting them. Up in the mountains at my son’s place, they always put 5 pillows and 5 doonahs for me. I liked that. Especially with  towels folded in a fan shape with motel soap on top of the spread. The word for my bed which comes to mind is SCHEMOZZLE.

Nonetheless. I like sleeping. THE WORLD OF SLEEP.  Sometime before the SHEEPLE YEARS, rest was understood and embraced.

LET US SLEEP !

Here’s a kindly era when little ones were allowed to be little ones.

The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954), Saturday 18 May 1946
“SLEEP.” The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954) 18 May 1946.
SLEEP The Mail (Adelaide, SA 1912 - 1954), Saturday 18 May 1946,
The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 6 February 1952
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The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Saturday 9 December 1944,
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The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Saturday 15 March 1941
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The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Wednesday 6 August 1980,

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article51602133

bed The Australian Women's Weekly (1933 - 1982), Wednesday 6 August 1980,

6 DECEMBER 2011 : A RISKY BUSINESS

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No. 18 : Risk

http://www.jamesaltucher.com/2011/03/33-unusual-tips-to-being-a-better-writer/

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THE DROUGHTBREAKERS AT THE WIDE RIVER CAFÉ.

IZZY FOREAL. ANDREW HEGEDUS. JOHNNY PEPPERCORN.

THE YAAN.

Evening, All. Still mighty cold here for Summer. And grey. With rain predicted. Altucher today talks about RISK. He has me nailed, this man does. Touches all the things which unnerve me. Not only am I a timid photographer with many shots of people who have walked past and blurred images taken through the Starwagon windows from a distance,  but I am also a Timid Writer.  Risk taking is not my favoured method of written communication and I probably won’t do it on this post either.

Instead of that, I am putting up this picture of the DROUGHTBREAKERS and then taking a look for RISKY PICS in my Shoebox of photos.

The DROUGHTBREAKERS were at the WIDE RIVER CAFÉ in ULMARRA playing on a classic HOT Ulmarra day. Now, these guys are ‘cool’. Not temperature wise but ethos wise. The risk they took in wearing shorts to perform indicates the Heat of the Day.

Following  the same theme of dramatic risk taking, take a wee look at Unlimited Riskiness in my World.

 

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SKEDADDLING IN AUSTRALIA AND THE U.S.A.

“I can personally affirm that to stand before an audience of beaming Australians and make even the mildest quip about a convict past is to feel the air conditioning immediately elevated.” Bill Bryson – American author

BANGARRA

PEMULWUY THE RAINBOW WARRIOR

http://www.convictcreations.com/history/pelmulwy.htm

http://www.dictionaryofsydney.org/entry/pemulwuy

Pemulwuy

Pemulwuy was a powerful Aboriginal resistance leader against the British settlers who occupied his land. He took the fight to the government farm at Toongabbieand stormed into the town of Parramatta at the head of 100 warriors. His exploits and bravery made Pemulwuy the stuff of myth and legend. Governor Philip Gidley King considered Pemulwuy ‘an active, daring leader of his people’ and wrote that ‘Altho’ a terrible pest to the colony, he was a brave and independent character’.[1] In Pemulwuy, the rainbow warrior, a brilliant work of fiction, Eric Willmot constructed a black hero for Australia’s Aboriginal community.

 

ANN MORAN

Moran Ann
SHIP : Hercules I (1802)
TRIAL: 1797 Trim Meath Co
SENTENCE : Life
OCCUPATION : Publican
D.O.D. : 1832

http://lynnesheritage.wordpress.com/?s=MORAN

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Irish_Rebellion_of_1798
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society_of_United_

Irishmen

http://members.tip.net.au/~ppmay/defenders.htm

The rebellious conduct of the convicts on the Britannia and Marquis Cornwallis before and after arrival in New South Wales seems to have prejudiced the colonial administration against later shipments of prisoners who had taken part in 1798.  That two mutinies of a similar nature had been suppressed on successive voyages must have struck Hunter as either a grim coincidence or the probable consequence of transporting Defenders and United Irishmen en masse.  That serious trouble also occurred on the Anne, Hercules, Atlas I and Minerva in 1800-2 but not the criminal Queen and Rolla may also have highlighted the political factor.62  Opposition to such transports by Hunter and his successor Governor King is a matter of record but neither man had any real control over the numbers or type of prisoners embarked for New South Wales.63  The Governors were also remarkably ill-informed as to the character of Irish prisoners in general as documents setting down their names, crimes and sentences generally only arrived years after the ships if at all.64  This omission on the part of Dublin Castle engendered a sense of paranoia in the colony that was accentuated by the United Irish plots of 1800 and the Castle Hill uprising in March 1804.65

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article625503

Sydney. (1803, April 10). The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW : 1803 – 1842

The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW  1803 - 1842), Sunday 10 April 1803

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THE TROVE  

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article625437

Fugitives. (1803, March 5). The Sydney Gazette

and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW : 1803 – 1842)

HERCULES ATLAS The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW  1803 - 1842), Saturday 5 March 1803,

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HERC 3 The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW 1803 - 1842), Saturday 5 March 1803,

 

THE YAAN AT NIGHT.

Harking back to Altucher’s TIME HEALS THE WOUNDS, I have been thinking about the late 1700s and early 1800s. I picked up a book called PEMULWUUY I was raised on American TV and the Legends of the West. Irreverently played Cowboys and Indians and knew a good deal about wagon trains and such.

Its only now in my 60s that I am far enough away from my family’s woundings to be able to find out my OWN history.

For me, reading Pemulwuuy  has tied my ancestor , ANN MORAN, into the same era as him as well as the Irish Rebels of 1798.

I don’t know the whole story and don’t suppose it will ever again be known but I surely do love the mystery of a young Irishwoman, a publican, transported for Life with the irish Rebels to a Colony where the People were resisting in various ways and recovering from the shock of occupation.

13 of the men who travelled with her on the Hercules, were hung and the bones of another found outside a cave in the mountains.

My family told me NONE of this and my school told me NONE of this. Only now, do I enter the Mysteries.

So far, there’s not an upper class person amongst us. I concede the few Brits. Ann herself went out to Parramatta and married and Anglo Counterfeiter by the name of Curtis but I have been recently informed that she later was charged with operating a Still and kept an inn at a gatehouse by the way.

The other Brits include a convict or two and then a mass of Scots come along and impoverished peasants from Devon.

And all my life I wondered why I had ATTITUDE. Why would I not ? Why would I not ?

Now, I head for my bed, with visions of bare feet and bare skin dancing in my head.

Of 13 men hanging for the depraved crimes of trying to escape to the Mountains.

Of one man sitting by a fire in a cave – the only one who made it.

Of a young woman – who passed on the blood that leaks from me now.

 

 

 

 

 

ANOTHER STORY OF ANOTHER FAMILY.

TROY DWYER ON THE LAND OF HIS ANCESTOR MICHAEL.

In the year 1805 Michael Dwyer was sent to New South wales,a political exile, Granted this land in 1806, It was taken back by the crown .Troy Dwyer reclaims it in 2006 to show the rebel spirit lives on. Troy has since found letters to verify his writeful ownership of this & other properties

Grace Lee Boggs’ message to Occupy Wall Street – 10/9/11

TRUE BEAUTY.

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In each situation ,  in each question you ask, each decision you make – remove any reference to money or finances in any form and see how it looks.

PRETEND that there is no need for money in each situation. That this is a world of plenty.  Just for a moment, and see what it looks like.

“ This child has toothache. What do I do ? “

“ This old woman is afraid and tired in her room in that boarding house. Afraid to go down the hall to the toilet at night. What do we do ?

“ This man has cancer. What do we do ? “

“ THIS CHILD is gifted musically. What shall we do with her ? “

“ My father has died. What manner of burial would honour him ? “

“ Our town grows bananas and all manner of vegetables. What shall we do with them ? “

I challenge you to leave FINANCE out of each decision you make, each question you ask yourself – just for a half hour.

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