Briefest of Briefs.I went to Toormina with the Girls and we had fun and a hot dog and a doughnut. I bought 2 shirts and a bag – I do not purchase things easily. I am therefore delighted with myself. Kaybee has my washing with her. These days are busy days and I am able to do them although I do weary. I did not bleed today.I did have plans for this afternoon and this evening. They did not come about for reasons which I shall not write here. Suffice to say that I recover a little and am less willing to pretzel for other people or to try to read their minds.
FOR ALL OUR LOST TOMORROWS
Through all the long strong seasons of the moon
I’ve wandered wistful, yearning for his touch.
In all the empty spaces placed in front of me
where he can never be, I mourn.
For all the poems he will never share,
for secrets, songs and sounds he’ll never know,
and for the moon that shone in glory when he died
I’ve cried the many months since he was gone.
Through all the bright bold silvered nights
the moon has dressed in loveliness he’ll never see,
and all our lost tomorrows wrapped in sorrow
I will still love him tenderly.
KATHLEEN EARSMAN 2004
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.
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.
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.
MT WARNING OVER BILAMBIL.
|Briefly this is my locational history.
1949-1950 – CANTERBURY ROAD HURSLTONE PARK SYDNEY. SANDERS FAMILY HOME.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
|Leaving blue skies and palm trees took some serious decision making.|
Despite the early appearance of what looked like a Mother Ship come to take him home, the celebrations went well. More Later.
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.
MY father has been gone since 2005. I liked my Dad. He was a character . A true eccentric. When I taught at Rosewood School in 1970, way down near TUMBARUMBA, the little children called him Colonel Sanders because of his whiskers.
My son is also a father and a very good father of two. He is way up in Armidale so I didn’t see him yesterday so it was mostly Izzy’s fathers’ day for us. A wild one it was too. On child called early morning, then we were off to Tyalgum for a HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITZ gig at the TYALGUM PUB. It was the annual classical music festival there as well. Scrubby, PJ and Izzy for a 4 hour stretch . Tyalgum is out back of MUWILLUMBAH. A tiny village tucked under MT WARNING, Knew how to feed vegetarians so they did. Something we haven’t met with in the Valley lately. MURWILLUMBAH doe it well. Friday night at LUFFLEY CAFE where Iz was playing with SCRUBBY and KEL , the food was astonishing. As for yesterday, I was a little out of place as I usually am in Pubs – due to being a non-drinking 58 year old woman whose man is playing in the band. I did a walk through town. Quaint. Over the oval a choir was classically gorgeous out in the open air. I passed the Hall – where the concerts are held. A few years back, Jim from Lightning Ridge , took me to the piano recital on the first weekend in September. The young boy who had won the Sydney Morning Herald Comp was playing. They say the accoustics of said hall are near perfect. I came on down past the TYALGUM store and the FLUTTERBIES CAFE and PADDINGTON shop. Just about did the town. Then into the pub again. The TYALGUM pub has a pool. Tyalgum and MOOBALL pubs have them. I didn’t swim but have been impressed with the Pools since first I came up here and did a drive around of the area in the early 2000s.
I hid for a couple of hours in the poker machine room which is something I don’t do and won $100 which is something which don’t happen to me so I came out and watched the lads do a few songs. PJ threw his drumstick inadvertently and broke a glass. Another Izzy fan approached him. I haven’t been out and about with anyone of renown till I met Iz. Curiously unnerving it is to have people do the cautious eyeball and the sidewise approach. There is always the moment of uncertainty where – following the ” Aren’t you …… ? ” we wonder whether the encounter is a friendly or unfriendly one. So far there hasn’t been an unfriendly one at all. Smiles break out and old times are discussed. Hands are shaken and children introduced and off we all go to our separate worlds.
Happened again yesterday – a young man who himself is now a musician of renown – and his young daughter. He remembered Narrarra from the 1980s. He did not look old enough to do so but there he was. And again smiles all around and good memories which is what happens when I am out and about with Izzy.
Wrapped the day up with Coles in Murwillumbah and dinner at the newly discovered MALAY THAI at the SERVO heading back to TUMBULGUM from MURBAH. Where the FRUIT SHOP IS. Right on the TWEED RIVER and perhaps almost precisely where the BELLS had their land in the 1800s. $8.90 for VERY good curries and plenty of smiles again.
Home we came over the hills to BILAMBIL to watch DR WHO and midway through the tense excitement of a standing watch of the Doctor – the phone rang. JAMIE. Fathers Day wrapped up very nicely thank you.
IN fact yesterday wasn’t wet at all but today is. Not that we mind having sat up all night in Accident and Emergency in TWEED HOSPITAL. Izzy had had a turn so he had. An incident. Always an interesting experience to be sitting at night in hospital watching and waiting. Saw a lot of things there so I did. I did not however take a foto of any of it. Fortunately for me. Across the way from me was a young mother with her son of 10 years age or so. We had all been there for hours – anxious for our loved ones – chilled by the intermittent sweep of air conditioning and automatic opening doors. Tempted by the $1.60 Nescafe coffee machine or the rows of chocolate and chips and soft drinks.
Young Mother approaches TRIAGE counter – asks a simple question – Was that our names the doctor called ?
Assistant behind protective counter replied with “body language” clearly affronted by the Waiting Mother asking any question at all and a statement that doctor would see them in due course and that Young Mother was Rude. Young mother proceeded from her seat to TAKE FOTOS. The TAKING OF FOTOS led to 3 security men and one nursing unit manager appearing behind a second set of screens and all manner of precautions were put into place in case YOUNG MOTHER acted in a manner unbefitting a TWEED HOSPITAL waiting room.
So I am glad I kept the camera secreted in my Crumpler Travelling Bag.
Izzy was seen by a young American doctor dressed in American TV EMERGENCY ROOM uniform. name and details embroidered on the front and a caring, concerned attitude and a demand that Iz stay overnight lest he die or suffer a major disability. The young caring doctor wrote a covering letter to make it clear that we were leaving against his advice and if we did indeed perish – WE HAD BEEN WARNED – in writing. So we came on home and the large spider attempted to enter the Charade en route but failed. Iz slept in an upright position all night in case he DID A PERISH and morning arrived with us both still living and WET WEATHER here hours earlier than predicted.
One of the female doctors last night who was NOT in uniform, wore very high heels. She was tall as it was but added impressive inches to a night in the E.R.
We have had a good deal of wet weather here in Bilambil. 3 years or more I have been here and seen some fine WEATHER EVENTS. Today is one of them. The driving, flooding rains which give me Divine permission to STAY HOME. Even Vodafone is working like real broadband.
Its cold. The heater is on and the rain is falling and all is well. We have the new GOOGLE CHROME browser . Another BETA experience and a pleasure as are the NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. Time for afternoon repose and memories of other raining times.
Such as Izzy and Les outside the Bilambil Sports Club after the floods passed through.
Having recovered somewhat from my VODAFONE hysteria as I tried to open one simple page and the green light on the “GPRS we are paying $80 a month for high speed and not getting it” modem – I now acknowledge that SPRINGTIME has come here in BILAMBIL and the many ” irons in the fire ” are doing whatever it is that ” irons in the fire” do.
One reference says it has to do with the blacksmith trade. A skilled blacksmith has “a well-trained apprentice who maintains such control of the bellows and the placement of the irons that each is ready in turn at the anvil and hammer…’Too many irons in the fire’ would mark an inefficient smith or one with an unskilled apprentice. Figurative use of either saying takes us back only to the middle of the sixteenth century.” From “2107 Curious Word Origins, Sayings & Expressions from White Elephants to a Song and Dance” by Charles Earle Funk (Galahad Book, New York, 1993).
Ah. So we have a lot of irons in the fire. Hopefully not TOO many. Anyways some of them are getting really hot. So today we were in Southport at GRIFFITH UNIVERSITY interview rooms in AUSTRALIA FAIR. Interesting indeed. Eating in Cafe Moccacino looking out over the BROADWATER.
The next iron in the fire will take us south to LISMORE on THURSDAY. Giving me a nice variety of meetings as well. I DO like going to NEW places and unknown and doing things I have NEVER done before with people I have never done with them.
There is other MEGA BIG news which is not mine to make public. Then I am going to visit with my own kinfolk again. Cause I have had some mighty lonely lost times this year.
Today’s foto is –
The white house in the middle of the picture – well that’s where we live Izzy and me. Below us are 300 mango trees. Far behind is Mt Warning. The volcanic core of a caldera in Northern NSW. They say there are brown snaked out the back – down towards the Dell. I haven’t been down there.
There is a song on the COAST FM radio station here which I love. It says YOU PROMISED YOU’D BE HERE WHENEVER IT SNOWS.
I like it. There’s a slight drop in the temperature.
THURSDAY AFTERNOON and we are in the COTTAGE. THEY are rehearsing for GABI BLISS on SATURDAY.
THAT’S the poster. Been out sticking them up all over the place. Down at Panorama Plaza in the place of Rejection – Chick stuck ’em up and in bus shelters and on backs of loo doors because this weekend is the launch of REFLEXIONS. GABI BLISS is on the loose. Out on the FRONT PORCH with Evan on Lead, Izzy on bass and kazoo and Mike Fisher on drums. The Cottage sits on top of the Hill with the BILAMBIL VALLEY down there – amphitheatre like. Up here the new PA is set up. The DOS is out at lunch for the day. The Electric guitars are plugged in. Mike Fisher is here with his drums and the Final Rehearsal is on.
SATURDAY – BUDDHA BELLY CAFE AT UKI.
SEE YOU THERE.
Last year, in August, Izzy had a cardiac incident which put him in the BRISBANE WOMENS AND CHILDRENS HOSPITAL. Was once called the GENERAL – so the taxi cab driver told me. He told me also of living in Europe in a room with a landlady and having access to city lanes and cafes and cobblestoned life. That appeals to me.
In August of 2006, I took a drive up to POINT DANGER to watch the dredge PORT FREDERICK coming in at the mouth of the TWEED RIVER. I am done with this area so I am and wish myself gone to the next good place. But for the moment , I am here so I RE-COLLECT.
Re-collect and gather my thoughts and memories as Izzy and I come to decision-making about our next moves. Izzy had a brutal SMS during the week – it left me once the wild winds had settled with one message : THIS IS A SMALL TOWN AND WE WERE HERE FIRST.
Ah now there’s a loving thought.
Not a very small town. i am used to very small towns or the heart of very large cities.
My Old GentleMan was bringing me lunch on the lawn of the Gallery in August of 2006. Neither of us knowing what was behind my being given those days of Art Gallery work. He has taken very good care of me and I am very fond of him as I am of my wee daughter in law.
Now what happened in August 2005 ?
We all went West and up the mountains for the 50th Birthday of Kate and Mad O’Brians father. That was cold. Armidale IS cold. Jolene said snow was predicted yesterday for her birthday. Here in Bilambil we were in singlets and jeans and only one sleeping bag for bedding. Mind you it is one fine sleeping bag purchased for Izzy’s wintermoon experience. I am staying here for 16 days to watch the Olympics and read old newspapers and then I plan the next ARMIDALE experience. it could be the $2.50 train ride or it could be a CHARADE ride. I would prefer the STAR WAGON but finances might prevent that. I am waiting for September and signs of SPRINGTIME unless one of the job applications comes in first.
My mother JOYCE BELL SANDERS passed away in August. August 28th 2001. 74 years old. Suddenly in Coffs harbour hospital. I got clean in August . August 12th 1987.
My sister Susan Sanders married MARK POMROY a long time ago at the end of August. At Bellingen Courthouse.
I,myself, was married in August at the Church near the Roundabout and then had a reception at BELLINGEN BOWLING CLUB – there are some low points in one’s life. AUGUST seems the wrong word for this month to me. Usually Dis-Gust-ing.
the 8-8-08 was a big day.
- JOLENE’S BIRTHDAY
- HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITS AT BRUNSWICK HEADS
- OLYMPICS OPENING IN BEIJING
That is a statement in itself. A situation intense enough to drive me to taking my lunch in a corner of the Coffee Club – an experience I have never succumbed to before – other than sitting with Reggie before he died at Coolangatta Coffee Club and doing early morning meetings in Brisbane CBD. But I have never been DRIVEN to eat their food or sit quietly in the designer created corner – but I did today having tried Robina Town Centre first and finding that They had removed the Centre. Which was a shame because I had it in mind to try to hit the golf ball into the middle of the lake but I couldn’t find the lake or the Golf Balls.
So we went on to Australia Fair – Kati B had called en route to Robina to tell us her chiken had had babies. Two babies and Kati B and IMM had built an A Frame for them to live in. What she actually said when she called was – You are a grandmother – news that startled me.
Then on to A.F in Southport. Iz thought we might have been taking the picturesque road into Southport from the M1. HaHa. Picturesque ! Ah well. Southport it was and I wasn’t holding out much hope but I like to take some time and see places. There has to be reason – sound reason for people liking places and it tantalises me when I can’t see the reason. Once before I went to Southport and found a shop which sold tie dyed baby clothes and that endeared me a little. the other times I have been to Southport have involved traumas of various kinds so today was an emotionally neutral research expedition and it was interesting. Not interesting enough to take any fotos – but interesting.
Today’s foto wich was NOT taken today is – from early August 2007 – one year ago. We were then living in Red Hill in Brisbane.
Having studied for many years and being halfway through a thesis – Izzy CAN NOW BAKE BAGELS. From scratch. They are GOOD. He can also mow Lawns.
TO ALL TWEED GOLD COAST NORTHERN RIVERS MUSICIANS
Izzy Foreal may perform solo on Saturday, July 26 at his regular Jamieson’s Restaurant gig in the Panorama Plaza, Scenic Drive, West Tweed. If that happens, Izzy will be playing 6-string guitar all night, with his usual kazoo and vocal additions. This may not sound too remarkable for a performer who has been playing as long as Izzy, except for the fact that he is a bass-player and has only played guitar in front of a public audience a couple of times in his career – and never for three 45-minute sets! Izzy usually has another musician with him at Jamieson’s each Saturday night, because of his preferred role as a bass-player. He’s been warming up to this solo effort with an opening bracket on guitar over the last couple of Saturdays. To make things a bit easier for himself, Izzy is inviting any local Tweed & Northern Rivers musicians / performers to come along and join in for the fun of it. As well as taking the pressure off for the night, this will give Izzy a chance to check out the local talent, so that he can widen his options for future ‘duo’ nights at Jamieson’s.
IF YOU THINK YOU FIT IN THE SCENES BELOW – COME ALONG
ON E BAY TAKE A LOOK
A rare 1980s Japanese-made (Matsumoku Company) Washburn Scavenger Bass, in original moulded hard case. Solid mahogany body with carved arch-top, detachable rock maple neck, strings through body, anchored at back, polished rosewood fingerboard, single-coil split pickup, precision die-cast bridge with brass saddles, metal volume & tone knobs replace plastic originals, all other fittings original, rare redish woodgrain finish. Played for many years by Izzy Foreal from Zarsoff Brothers (he has owned about 6 of this model).