Category Archives: ARMIDALE

SUMMER COMES AND SO DOES MY 10,000th HIT.

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How good is the  Internet ? A few years and a few tears back, I could no more have accessed a public forum for journals, images, music, videos, genealogy than I could have knitted new clothes for my coming grandchild. My father, Bruce Sanders, wanted his 2/3 Pioneer Battalion Story published but we simply didn’t have the resources. Now – here it is! How good is that ? This Particular Blog  of mine is about to hit 10,00 and I thank you all.

The mutual sharing is another dimension that works for me. I am not always able to travel and sometimes I don’t get out much at all. I also have a tendency to be overcome by what I like to call Acedia – in various forms – and NOW – I am no longer locked in at home alone. This is truly the Global Village for me.

Now – as we come into an Australian Summertime. and the closing of 2009 – I shall take a look at 2009- as it has been.

It was the year in which Izzy and I both turned 60 – 1949 children. I think I had best rephrase that. We were born in 1949.  2009 was the year in which we moved from the Tweed to the Clarence, in which my daughter newly turned 30 became pregnant with her first child. My granddaughters  turned 5 and 10. A most interesting time it has been.

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Last Christmas, we, as a family,  were to meet in  Kalang on Boxing Day for Kati B’s 30th birthday and Christmas Day, Izzy and I were to spend alone at Bilambil Cottage where we were living.

We were out and about in the morning and received an impromptu invite to Lorraine’s for lunch with a dozen or so guests. Plenty of good foods and good company. A sober affair so it was and I enjoyed it up behind Scenic Drive in Tweed Heads  West.

Spent the rest of the day at home with our swimming pool and tennis court. 

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The next home for us was already starting to be listed on realestate.com.au.  I didn’t realise then that it would become a place of rather deep emotional and mental impact. 2009 is the last year of my 50s and time seems to have wrapped itself around me and curled into the core of me. Memories of 20 years of Addiction and 20 years of Recovery were waiting for in this 100 year old house as well as the history of my family and my childhood.  I intended entering my 60s  consciously and cautiously, knowing this – IT WILL BE DIFFERENT. And it has been a gentle, explorative time with a good deal of ‘ thinking’ going on.

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Briefly this is my locational history.

1949-1950 – CANTERBURY ROAD HURSLTONE PARK SYDNEY. SANDERS FAMILY HOME.
1950-1970 -  27 PAXTON AVENUE, BELMORE. SYDNEY. HOUSE BUILT BY DAD.  
1970 – TUMBARUMBA . TEACHING AT ROSEWOOD.  
1971 – QUEANBEYAN SOUTH. TEACHING.
1972 – PAXTON AVE.  TEACHING IN LAKEMBA.
1973 – DRUMMOYNE, BALMAIN , CHISWICK, PORT DOUGLAS – CAMPING ON 4 MILE BEACH – YAHT UTIEKAH III- URUNGA.
1974-1977 – URUNGA IN VARIOUS LOCATIONS, INC WHITE ROSE TRADING COMPANY.
1977 – SYDNEY – GLEBE AND TAYLOR SQUARE.
1978 – 1987 – BELLINGEN AND  URUNGA – MARRIAGE AND CHILDREN.
1987 –1994 – SYDNEY. DRUG REHAB. BONDI. SOUTH COOGEE AND BACK TO TEACHING.
1994 – 2001 – URUNGA AND BELLINGEN.
2001-2009 – TWEED RIVER INC TUMBULGUN, BILAMBIL WITH SHORT TIMES IN TUGUN AND BRISBANE.
2009 – ULMARRA.

 

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In January of 2009, the Armidale Mob came to Bilambil Cottage for a Summer Holiday. That was a ‘ classic’ summer holiday. I must have had some sweet stars shining on me this year because, despite the transitional turmoil and my own inclination to distress, I have had a goodly share of Sweet Moments, Classically Good Experiences and of events turning out just as I had planned and hoped for.

The Summer holiday was one of them as was the 30th birthday of Kati B.

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We took the Poppy to the beach at Pottsville. They have been living in Armidale for years now and she hasn’t been beaching since she was a baby. We also continued our cafe experience which is rather extensive . The EATZ CAFE at Pottsville featured real Beach Food. None of which I can now recall but they had tropical names and strange drinks – a 60s flashback which I enjoyed after one too many trendoid, generic eateries such as the infamous Blue Frog in Toowong, Brisbane.

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I lived in Bilambil Cottage for 4 years and in deciding to leave, we took our time in choosing where we wanted to go and when and why and how etc. The Cottage was tiny but exquisite with a view over the Bilambil Valley and out to the Coral Sea, During the Mob’s Holiday, we sat outside of an evening and watched the bats fly over and the long nose come out to feed from the long grasses.  The Poppy learned to swim and discovered the wonder of being a Mermaid.

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We also visited the beach at Kingscliff. The Mob had lived at Kingscliff before going up the mountain. I thought that when we moved south we might miss the exotic birds and plants of the Tweed. Tweed is on the NSW/ QUEENSLAND border.

Are these baobab trees ? I like the word and haven’t checked to see whether these are baobabs or not.

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One thing I knew I wouldn’t miss was the BILAMBIL SPORTS CLUB.

I enjoyed it for a goodly length of time but things went amiss and the decor was never a good look. The Club is set in the Valley. A lovely setting with a creek beside it and playing fields, paddocks with horses and the hills rising on either side.

The Bilambil Village is tiny and part of a loop drive enjoyed by Many. However, the Club doesn’t open till  3pm, serves food only a couple of nights a week, doesnt cater for vegetarians AT ALL and is decorated as you can see on the left. The music scene which thrived there has shrivelled to nothing. Lots of potential going unused.

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BIRTHDAYS, BABIES AND CIRCUSES

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This weekend, Charlie came down from Armidale for a visit.

For me, its working well, being near the Family.  Izzy is battling a little with the music which is still mainly situated further north. This weekend was circus and celebrations. That’s a fine thing, that is.

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I had concentrated on our black and white cows all week , wondering what on earth the four black and white cows at the CIRCUS ROYALE were going to do as TRICKS.  My cows didn’t appear with anything specially impressive but the cows at the circus surely did. They stood on hind legs with forelegs on small podia while a miniature white horse danced and ducked under and between their legs. Marvellous!

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The day before the Mob came, a mist settled on the area and stayed there till almost lunchtime. The BookMan said that on his way down from Maclean, as he turned onto the Pacific Highway, he couldn’t see whether or not there was traffic coming at him. Must be the river flats, methinks, that let it sit so low for so long.

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We located the CIRCUS in the park in SOUTH GRAFTON.  We had phone booked for four adults and two children and picked the tickets up from the Circus Office. Circuses haven’t featured greatly in my life so each step was a ‘learning experience’.

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They say its a million dollar big top tent and are advertising for clowns. There were no photos allowed at all inside the Big Top and there were enough heavies to make it look a wise idea to be obedient to that one.

The two things I liked best were the Cows and the men in black running back and forth with ropes pulling up the rigging. Hadn’t seen anything like it since being on the UTIEKAH III in 1973.

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We were also inspired to create a SLEEPOUT. One of the things which had attracted us to Grafton months ago was the advertising in the real estate sites of homes with SLEEPOUTS. Under this inspiration and despite the plentiful supply of spare rooms, we took ourselves to RIVERSIDE Centre in South Grafton, acquired a single bed, brought it home and bolted it together  ready for the Sleepout for Granddaughter No 1.

One problem – the bed was longer than the sleepout area was wide.

THAT DID NOT STOP US.

   

IMAGES OF ARMIDALE

Armidale as seen through my eyes and the MOB’s and Kati B’s, with some from Grandpa.

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THE CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN

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LIVING IN THE NORTH

Whilst acknowledging that its not the North to those further up the Australian map, for me this is the NORTH. Coming across JIM BELSHAW’s NEW ENGLAND Blog put a match to a few wee sticks of smouldering resentments which I have been allowing to burn softly. “Resentment” isn’t applicable to all of the issues. Some are simply observations. They are, however, wee sticks on a fire which flares now and then.

 

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One of these wee smouldering sticks is this. Peter Knox, BCA Hons. MA. Hons. PhD Canditate through University of Wollongong, interrupted his  PhD Candidature for 2 years, 2006/2007 to participate in the research and development of the huge AUSTLIT PROJECT

AUSTLIT.
AustLit is a non-profit collaboration between twelve Australian Universities and the
National Library of Australia providing authoritative information on hundreds of thousands of creative and critical Australian literature works relating to more than 100,000 Australian authors and literary organisations. Its coverage spans 1780 to the present day.

On completion of his contract with AUSTLIT and having become enamoured of the NORTH, he decided to continue his PhD in this Region and proceeded to apply to the Universities of New England and the Southern Cross with the intention of transferring from UOW. Both establishments found themselves unable to take on this candidature for various reasons including lack of anyone capable of supervising this particular thesis. None of these included verbal or personal contact. Simple email responses with one exception.

I have no intention of fighting Peter’s fights for him. He is able to do that.

My burning sticks are these:

Peter’s thesis is about Melinda Kendall, a poetess born in NSW in 1815 and one of the very early settlers of the Clarence.  I, myself, would like to see her story emerge from the heavily forested rivers of history but it appears it won’t be done with the support of UNE or SCU. Odd! One element of Peter’s request for transfer was “the very fact of her presence in this region and that  the University of New England, like the University of Wollongong, doesn’t seem to be situated philosophically and academically in the area of its physical location.”  

Is there not a simple basic  courtesy in the way we deal with one another academically? 

Are there so many PhD Candidates applying for transfer  that personal interviews would exhaust the valuable time and energies of the prospective supervisors and institutions?

In the meantime, UOW continues to support this project at a distance whilst leaving the Northern Universities unruffled by Southern Invasion.

And in a less rankled way. The NEW ENGLAND STATE BLOG, aroused in me a desire to see the area which has been home to me and mine for generations , truly retrieved from the shadows and not only by the Genealogists and Volunteers who work hard to keep safe the fragments of a barely examined past.

In the ARCHIVES in ARMIDALE, we were really shown the ropes and I was MOST IMPRESSED. It even smelt sacred in there.

 

The CLARENCE RIVER HISTORICAL SOCIETY was equally cooperative as was the TWEED RIVER MUSEUM and the CAMDEN HAVEN HISTORICAL SOCIETY.

Nevertheless, it seems to me, as a NSW Northerner, with a passion in particular for the RIVERS, that the next development in historical maturity would do well to involve far more  tertiary level involvement.

 

http://www.austlit.edu.au/

CLAY DJUBAL and PETER KNOX

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One enormous project that has been underway at UQ and several other Halls of Academia is one by the name of AUSTLIT. The site tells us this:

AustLit is a non-profit collaboration between twelve Australian Universities and the National Library of Australia providing authoritative information on hundreds of thousands of creative and critical Australian literature works relating to more than 100,000 Australian authors and literary organisations. Its coverage spans 1780 to the present day.

I am not actually writing about AUSTLIT. I am writing about 2 of the researchers involved in the Project.  Peter Knox and Dr Clay Djubal.

I am not actually writing about them either. Not in any Intellectual manner. I am inclined to honour them instead for their baking abilities.  Dr Djubal arrived at The Cottage on The Hill one fine day all the way from Brisbane and supposedly for a hard day’s work with Peter.  He was, in fact, bringing SCONES. With cream and jam. The lads did appear to deal with some degree of business activity but the highlight was MORNING TEA. Peter is a BAGEL baker but failed to produce any on this occasion. BRAINY, BEAUTIFUL and gifted BAKERS. 

NEW SITE FOR DR CLAY DJUBAL’S ALTER EGO – HAVE GRAVITY WILL THREATEN

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About HGWT

Originally founded in Armidale (NSW) as S.T.D. Music, Hire and Promotion (1983) by Clay Djubal, Have Gravity Will Threaten (HGWT) is an independent specialist publisher of music, plays, poetry and images from writers, musicians, composers, bands and photographers who emerged out of the New England region of New South Wales during the ‘pub rock’ era of the 1970s and 1980s. After being based in Sydney during the mid- late 1980s HGWT was re-established in Stafford Heights (Brisbane) in 1993.

 

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OCTOBER BEGINS

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Back in BILAMBIL after 10 days down south and less than pleased to be here. Seems to me I am destined to become a NORTH COAST NSW specialist whether or not I like it. Despite the endless green desert viewed from STARWAGON and train windows or roaring through the dark night from CASINO to TWEED HEADS in a fully crowded  COUNTRYLINK coach with a DVD of GARFIELD 2 hypnotising the Desperadoes of 21st Century public transport. Some people cross the oceans and some people do fine restaurants in the Cities – and I go up and down the North Coast crossing big rivers. Encountered major heat on day 1 heading south. Unexpected heat. School holidays has begun as well. The familiar Queensland NSW overlap and cars were hither and thithering just like a true Xmas time which it wasnt. We stopped outside the Big Pineapple in Ballina. Avoided the BIG PRAWN which is now a mere shade of pink.  I asked one thing – Iz says I – please don’t stop at TALLIMOBLE. So – with aches in his limbs he stops at BEEKEEPERS rest stop at TALLIMOBLE. With the gravity pulling Eco-Loo.

Why ? Iz ? Says I? WHY ?

Nevertheless , being one to learn from any circumstance – I looked for the Good in the Situation . I am still looking for the good in the situation. They did have a very well embedded table for picnickers and resters. Very strong it was.

I have been Looking for the Good in situations for a long time. I usually find something but its a DISCIPLINE to do so for me. I once knew a man – a young man whose name I shall not at this time use- and it was not a DISCIPLINE for him to LOOK FOR THE GOOD. It seemed to come naturally to him. It was a lovely thing to be close to.

Once when we were sitting at Bondi Beach – I said of a situation – ” I think this is worth a try even though it will be difficult “.

He said – ” Oh ! What  I was thinking was ‘ THIS COULD BE GOOD ! ‘ “

For me, 20 years later – I still expect the Difficult. And in consequence, I frequently get the Difficult.  However – sometimes I get the naturally joyful and unexpectedly good. Like the GATEWAY CARAVAN VILLAGE in Grafton West. 

We headed on down to  Gateway and took up residence in Van 255. Hot enough to swim so it was and I did so.

I am living in a place where I don’t wish to be. The Getting Away breaks that up and takes me back to my HomePlaces and my own People. Time in Kalang and Armidale and family around me. I wanted this time to go south to Laurieton and the Manning and explore there. But Izzy has music which is his passion and so he was back to Bilambil way before me. He had LUFFLEY CAFE in Murbah dressed as a jazz musician and then Sunday at Carool at ILNAM WINERY.

We did spend days in Armidale with my Kinfolk. Makes my step a little lighter and my heart brightens considerably. Then I myself spent more days in Kalang with my girl and her young man. We even did a Tupperware party – a matter which I will not discuss in this time of possible global depression. Suffice to say I do not like rip-offs and am anarchistically disinclined to Tupperware Parties and the people who dwell therein.

We ate brekkie at the BLACK BEAR CAFE in BELLINGEN where Kati B is cooking. Hello Sofi, Dave and Kate. IMM is building Bello houses and making Ortho Chairs from beautiful timbers. And me in sadness is looking for a wee pied-a-terre in my own world where they are. My Mum and Dad’s flat is for rent so i see on the REALESTATE.COM.AU. At a price I can pay – but there is familial complications there which could make things between me and mine more difficult and sad than they now are and I don’t want to risk further estrangement. Sure would like a home base however. And some new routines. I have never been able or inclined to STAY PUT and do the same things over and over. I have been here – stayed here- a wee bit too long.

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One more drive down Kennedy Drive to park in the same carpark and meet the same people and I am thinking of necking myself. As Pat the Rat Gelahar of the Langton Centre would say. Izzy said this would be an adventure requiring a travel blanket and I am ready to ride camels across the desert but this becalmed state is sending me feral.

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BACK FROM THE SOUTH

Been away for over a week.  Came home on the COUNTRYLINK train and coach last night and that was an experience.  Small country travelling is usually an ‘ experience’.

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Izzy outside Van 255 at the GATEWAY in WEST GRAFTON. He was almost put in an old people’s home by one of his girls but we think a van park will do for the moment.

We travel by STARWAGON. That’s a delight for the little girls and going visiting family is a  vastly improved ‘experience’ from going up and down the M1 to Brisbane in said STARWAGON.

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2008 SO FAR

THIS week we go south again. Izzy has a Sunday with the Clarence River Conservatorium. We are heading to Kalang and then up to Armidale. In the meantime – here is the year in fotos so far. Well – a little.

I have chosen the PUZZLE from slide.com to see whether I can puzzle this one out. Grandchildren and Children HERE I COME !

SUNDAY ON THE HILL

With winds accompanying and some Rolheiser in me – about the choosing of loneliness. Quoting Nouwen and others. I am immersed still in the NATIONAL LIBRARY AUSTRALIA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. Doing a KENDALL search of 3300 articles which is boring despite locating further Kendallian crimes a la BASIL.

Today we are to lunch out down near TROPICAL FRUIT WORLD.

Now for a foto from the CD drawer on the right hand side of my desk and some from my WD PASSPORT. My spare hard drive of 80 gig.

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Here is a Jamieson’s restaurant meal before Michael left. If you are in Burrum Heads near Hervey Bay – try the Bowling Club there. Say Hello to this very nice man and lovely cook. I was extraordinarily fond of his vegie curries as were my friends. They are GONE from Jamoze now AS ARE WE.

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August 2005 we were in Armidale for Robert’s 50th birthday party. Cold up there so it is. Wee Robbie tried out the Golden Ukelele that the Mad O’Brians sent . Thats my bed on the floor. I slept on floors quite a lot at one time. Nowadays when I travel to The Kids – They provide me with luxurious beds in spare rooms. Rather nice.

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I travel mostly with Izzy in the Star Wagon nowadays – but for years was accustomed to the KEANS COACHES and the $2.50 COUTNRYLINK mode of transportation.

Keans take me from Bellingen to Armidale in 2 simple hours with accompanying video.

 

 

 

 

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RAINING AND COLD

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WELL cold in Bilambil terms. Probably rank amateur coldness in Armidale terms.  I however am cold. and Wet.  The Valley does Cold and Wet very well and with fog and mist and low visibility.  It looked this morning as if Floods would ensue but things have eased and the chill is all that remains. I have chosen to stay home. I prefer to go to Jamieson’s especially when its a SCRUBBY night. I like the Izzy Scrubby combination. However I am choosing a night at home without even a Panorama Plaza dessert. They are now making BREAD AND BUTTER PUDDING. $3.50. Home made. Chet still has his Thai Takeways in the fridge there and all is well. Last week Kati B and co were here and the weather was warm and soothing and welcoming. Tonight Iz will order a GREEN PIZZA from JAMIESONS RESTAURANT for me and I shall stay home – wash my hair – sit by the heater and keep reading the old newspapers. I have copied many things from the Olde Newspapers. I don’t know how many more days free access we have and I am making the most of the time we have .

 

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Here we have the view looking back from the Northern Side of the Valley looking back to Linden Lea – where we live in the Cottage.

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There is no view of Mt Warning today. Mists is all. Mebbe somewhat like the Sutherland Shire.  And Findhorn of course which has been my obsession longtime. And which appears to be up there someplace very close to where Wilhelmina Mcleod and her mother Janet Mackay were “ASSISTED’ in their emigration. 

Izzy has gone off in the Charade to Jamieson’s now. That leaves me with the Cottage to myself in the dark and rain, snug as. Well snug as but still being tossed about by Vodafone. Last night at BILAMBIL SPORTS CLUB LIVE BAND – the HUGE new plasma TV buckled under the cloud cover and  people were driven to watching the smaller BAR TV which was not affected by the Cloud Cover. The soccer lads kep on playing despite the rain. Mudgeeraba versus US.  Kenny handled the raffles. We didnt win any this week.

THE OLD FOTOS COLLECTION

This is the house in which I grew up. Western Suburbs of Sydney. 27 Paxton Avenue Belmore. My father built it . He was a carpenter and a returned soldier from WWII. He built it from double brick when I was a baby and we lived there till we were grown. I slept in the room on the right at the end with my Sister Susan. She  was called Shoes N Sandals due to her name being Susan Sanders. My brother slept in a room to the back. On this side of the road was the canal and the railway line. A Goods line it was. Sometimes chokoes grew in the Canal

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Now this house is The Cottage. Thats me with Tanya Tausky. We were at an exhibition at the Linden Gallery. The Gallery has closed now but I had some wonderful times there.

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Now for a lovely shot of 3 children playing STIP POKER. Thats CASSNADRA POMROY , BENJAMIN POMROY and KATI BRAITHWAITE. They are grown now.  Still rather odd but much larger. Cassandra is going to London. Benjamin is in Canada and Kati B has travelled to Thailand and lived in New Zealand.

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Below is an Australian Christmas. In Urunga. In Orara Street. 1990 I think. 

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Home now.  After travelling for days. Its cool and wet here. Izzy is out front working on his thesis and I am considering things as usual. And coming to no conclusions. I did not like leaving the KIDS and coming away and I do not have any wisdom on returning.

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WILD COUNTRY TRAVELLIN’ IN MAY 2008

Been away for 10 days, Izzy said we would stay away 10 days but I didn’t expect him to do that. WE DID ! I should by now know that he does what he says he will do and usually more than that. We stayed at Kalanh with Kati B and IMM and then up the mountains to ARMIDALE with the Mad O’Brians. These are MY KIDS .

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Izzy comes today. Works the morning at UQ and then comes down the M1 to Bilambil. He is expecting mail which is held at the Post Office Village Store. It could be our Canadian data on the Chambly Court Martial. It could be Melinda and Basil’s marriage certificates. it could be anything.
Izzy comes home today and then within 3 weeks we will actually be living together. I am in Bilambil. In the Cottage. Kate rang last night and she has her car. Went on a mission to Armidale with Johan, Mel and Bell and Baby Jet with the penetrating eyes and fetched it from her father. Bell drove it back down. Kate has had her licence for almost one year . That means she can’t drive a manual car for 3 more weeks and needs to do some sort of spatial perception test in order to get the full licence. Then she will be out there in the red Magna station wagon doing the Kalang back roads.A big change from the inner City of Sydney where she learned to drive.
We have only a week or so left in Brisbane. I had great hopes of Brisbane. I fell in love with it when I went there for the first time last year. Rode on the City Cats and walked along SouthBank. Travelled all day on public transport for $2.70. I fell in love with the beautiful old houses and the lavish bushiness of this Northern Town. 3kms from the City Centre and kookaburras are in the trees , scrub turkeys scrimmage in the gardens and possums climb the wires. Izzy don’t like it. He has wanted to get out almost from the beginning BUT I LOVE IT. I don’t want to go there now – because it hasn’t become the place where we are to make our lives and so an aching regret is there for me like leaving a lover one doesn’t wish to leave.
Being in Bello for a week or two has helped. There are places where I could be at Home. I did love this area when I came here. Loved it for 7 years and now restlessness is upon me. Been like that all my life. 7 years or so is enough for me. Then a wandering call comes.
Bellingen was pretty fine this time. I think anywhere where the Kids are within easy range looks pretty good to me. Just as anywhere that Izzy is coming home to looks pretty good to me.

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Jai and Kate with Izzy at the Old Butter Factory in Bellingen.

I went to town. That means COOLANGATTA for me. 15 kms app. Did a meeting and then went to Tweed Centro. Bought some incense and some spiritual sky essential oil while I’m on the early 70s retro trip. Which with the Stars as they are for the next couple of decades ( inc EQUINOX and full moon this week) Might see the rest of my earth days fitting me rather well just as the forerunner did in the 1970s. So I chose NIGHT QUEEN for some ancient reason which I cannot recall and then I hit the Bagels , Goats Milk , lentil patties, greek yoghurt in memory of Tony Bahles, and other odds and ends. From the Woolworths in Centro. I do not like supermarkets but decided to do it anyway for the things Izzy likes. Doing things for my men has not been a major facet of my life. Thats why I did it. Cause he’s a good man and does many things for me. Now I’m home again. Home is for sale mind you. Over $1 million. Not my $1 million.

I have added this Armidale foto. Haven’t put many up from the Armidale section of the trip. will do so. It was a good week. I love My Kids’ homes. When I go to Armidale they have a big queen size bed for me same as Kalang does. In Armidale they give me 5 pillows and 5 doonahs because they know I love that. I sleep in Maddy’s playroom and am treated marvellously as I am at Kalang. We take walks in Armidale. This one is outside O’Connor Catholic college. Every single one of these vehicles has a P Plate on it. Draw your own conclusions.

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In the Meantime I am in the Cottage. Cool Breezes blowing and windchimes chiming. Grass growing. Me watching the new Minister for Science etc at the Press Club and considering the new Government. Wondering when and how Dept of Housing disappeared and why it rarely is suggested. Life is a LOT easier when one has a HOUSE to live in. My rent has been more than 50% of my income for a very long time. These are the easiest financial days of my adult life – but I have years and years of what Margaret Jakob called GRINDING POVERTY and I have often been ground down. Still am eroded probably. Going shopping like I did today and spending about $50 still causes an allergic reaction in me. A surge of fear and trepidation.

I drive the Charade my father passed on to me when my mother died in 2001. I have their ashes in the wardrobe and am considering a plaque at Urunga Cemetery. I used to take Odin the Staffordshire Bull Terrier there to walk early in the morning and late in the afternoon when the roos came out. We got on well – Odin , the roos, the birds , the ghosts and me. I built a cairn there of rocks. Just out of the official boundary of the cemetery. The cemetery is near Urunga lagoon. The smell of the salt water and the waters meeting the sea. I taught school there and have 20 or so ex-pupils on facebook writing to me. I am glad of that. Sometimes its difficult to anchor onto worlds which are gone now.

Seemingly.