Following a visit to Port Macquarie and close family, I am looking at an 80th birthday party for former family and gifts for a 6 year old mini-me. For this, I am going down to North Beach Bowling Club and adding another hectic and unprocessed emotional experience to the many others from the first half of 2010.
A shot from Port Macquarie.
I am not successfully ‘ doing’ Christmas this year. I successfully DID my 60th birthday and that’ has been a fine satisfaction – but Christmas has me ‘stonkered’. The MOB from Armidale have gone South to the family of the daughter-in-law – way up back of Eden. Kati B and IMM are in Bellingen and within one month of the baby’s coming. 17th January its due. And We are in Ulmarra.
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.
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!
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.
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’.
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.
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.
It has become routine to take lunch at WIDE RIVER. I have even taken to eating the same lunch most days which is not something I have often done. I have toasted cheese, onion and avocado sandwich on white bread with a banana smoothie unless I feel the edges of a cold. In that case, I order a COLD REMEDY which is one of the most deadly juices I have ever drunk. It seems to successfully drive the potential swine flu germs back into hiding.
Since we have been in Ulmarra, Izzy has begun to allow his hair to turn white as he said he would at the age of 60. Kati B has come to visit and do the 2nd hand shops of the Clarence.
I also re-discovered FEZZ. We first had FEZZ when the Poppy was a baby and had a blocked nose and now I find that its available for adults as well. Some assistance with breathing is something I could do with.
The last Thursday of each month, we take ourselves along to the MUSIC CAFE at the EMPORIUM, SOUTH GRAFTON.
We have already encountered the MULLANS’ at the June night and Karl and Sharon took the drive north to do ILNAM ESTATE WINERY with Izzy on July 26. The crowd was well pleased and joined in the mayhem of Izzy and Co and the beauty of Shaz’ Irish melodies. Karl and Izzy put in some powerful reheasring and Izzy was fully pleased with the day.
I was able to enjoy two magical little girls who came along from BUSBY FLAT to support their parents.
There is a new dam someplace down here near COUTTS CROSSING. It is said to be able to provide water to COFFS and GRAFTON for many years to come. I haven’t found it as yet but will look for it soon.
Just out of Armidale is the DUMARESQ DAM where we picknicked with the Mad O’Briens. There is some unusual info about Armidale, electricity and hydro-electricity.
Transition to a new home and community has uncertain elements – obviously. On the weekend, we went north for the ILNAM gig. I haven’t been back since moving and have no desire to do so at this time. I don’t relocate easily. NOT EASILY TRANSPORTABLE, am I. I am easily confused by the overlapping worlds. I had promised Iz I would go with him this time for several reasons. One being that ILNAM and the Quinns have been very good to us and the other was to meet the MULLANS FAMILY. Karl has been rehearsing here in Coldstream Street but I hadn’t truly met Shaz or the Girls. It was , in fact, a pleasurable experience but after a night spent in a dodgy Tweed Heads South Motel for $75, I was in a deeply reflective mood. As deep as the light on a Fender Bass.
I think it was occasions like Izzy’s 60th birthday at Ilnam’s with nice people, nice food, nice views which convinced me that it was time for me to leave the area because I just wasn’t content – even in the good places with the good people doing the good things. So – now I am here on the Clarence and for this time in my life – happy.
REFLECTIONS ON THE LAST MONTH. THE FIRST MONTH HERE ON THE CLARENCE. IN FACT – LETS MAKE IT REFLECTINS IN GENERAL.
I drove this driveway for four years. Its the drive from Bilambil Cottage up to the Main House of Linden Lea. When the rains turned it slippery and sloppy, the DOS had this load of rocks put in so that our vehicles would not slip and slide. He is a true Gentleman is Mr Douglas Bulpitt.
AT the back of Ulmarra, we have a SHED. Its a fine shed and VERY old. We have now discovered that the house was built in 1908 by W.B. HAFFENDEN. Out past the shed is the wetland area which fills with birds and where I watched the brolgas dance.
The attic appears in early photographs of the house. I didn’t expect that. I thought it were a recent addition but that doesn’t appear to be the case. Its from the attic that I look above the sheds to the wetlands and this first month in residence, they have been wet in the extreme.
In SOUTH GRAFTON is the EMPORIUM. It was once the CITY STORES. I am finding some tales from South Grafton in earlier times.
I eat at the EMPORIUM and go to the MUSIC CAFE. This weekend, The Emporium hosted harp and vocal workshops. They do a fine curry as well as being open long hours 6 days a week.
I thought, after my early investigative visits to Grafton, that our usual Cafe Way of Life might be extremely limited on the Clarence but that was a needless worry. I have far more variety and far more pleasant venues here than I did on the Tweed and certainly on the Gold Coast. I am simply not your GC Woman.
Give me the EMPORIUM any day !
Or our WIDE RIVER CAFE just down the road in COLDSTREAM STREET. Lizzy and Mum make the pies. Andrew turns out a wicked COLD REMEDY juice and Sundays there will be music in the courtyard (as soon as the water dries up and the pavers can be laid). Next door Robin and the girls have their artwork and miscellaneous etceteras including beautiful ceramics.
One effect of so much wet is that I have become very familiar with the view from the back windows. Coldstream Street features some fine old fences. The Recreation ground is just beyond the one in the picture. Its been too inundated here to find out what happens at the Recreation ground in SMALL PARK. The park is not SMALL. Small was one of the first settlers on the Clarence and his name is on the Park.
The fence on the left is part of the COLDSTREAM STREET fencing network. I feel that I ought to know the name of this type of fencing. My father who was a carpenter of integrity would most certainly have explained it to me in years gone by. All I know is that I like the old wood and the shadows cast. This fence leads to home for me.
|WIDE RIVER CAFE ULMARRA||http://www.gcountry.com.au/about.htm|
|FLOOD FREE AT LAST.||
The MOB from ARMIDALE were down for the weekend. We lunched both days at WIDE RIVER CAFE just down the road in COLDSTREAM STREET. Long meandering lunches they were too – with food and talk and music.
All the food is prepared locally and home made. From APPLE PIES to Kangaroo. Juices , Coffees and GOULASH from an old Russian Recipe. Sunday we encountered the music arvo in the courtyard and Izzy had his bass out with Andrew Hegedus Prop. WIDE RIVER has been a real bright spot in our Ulmarra life.
I AM looking for the big birds this morning but they are not there. The waters are still there a little but that’s splendid. Wetlands it is. Traffic is back on Coldstream Street. I rather liked the boats and the young newspaper boy delivering on his pushbike through axle deep water.
Time for some reflection.
I am updating the site of my father’s war letters from WWII. This involves Floppy Discs and Publisher and other outdated methods of storage. Most of Dad’s documents and diaries etc was sent to the AUSTRALIAN WAR MEMORIAL after I had recorded substantial sections of it on what was then cutting edge Floppies and programs. This morning I located this postcard. I now have most of the basic data on CD or Online and am faced with the arranging it in readable order.
This week saw the passing of a former love of mine. The man I followed to the Tweed. He was in his mid 50s. Shedding some tears.
How’s that for a positive mental attitude? Lets see how long that can last into 2009. Okay then – looking for the good things. One week of sun, sand and salt suits my makeup very well. A fine treatment for depression. Throw in a true Summer Holiday with my son and his family and all is truly and deeply well in my world.
Ten things – good things and more than 10 by far.
In memory of Christian the lion and the people who love him.
Quote of the Day:
Houses should be more like ovens. Self-insulating and self-cleaning!
(while cleaning room)
URALLA IN SEPTEMBER 2008
TODAY I pack. I have the BLACK WOLF travelling bag. Known to me as the PERFECT BAG. Kati B thought I would not actually be satisfied by a bag . I am however satisfied by the BLADERUNNER BLACK WOLF from Murwillumbah. I am not a natural traveller and PACKING is a complexity to me. So I get the BLACK WOLF down from the wardrobe top of the small cottage.
Izzy is packing the black bag on wheels which Kate passed on having inherited it from the Uncle. That bag might actually have travelled further than we have. He is also negotiating YESTERBEATS rehearsal with MIKE FISHER by phone. On MY phone. That was my birthday present. 3 black handsets with base stations. As good as the BLACK WOLF are the phones. I had a Uniden White Fone before that. Might even have been OFF WHITE – I bought it for Pauleen on Urliup Road years back. She didn’t want it and it remained with me. I disliked it very much. Things are now different.
The summer heat is here today which it hasn’t been. The rent is due to be paid and I actually have it intact. Didn’t even know it were pay week which isn’t something which has often happened to me.
As for the WILD COUNTRY TRAVELLIN - here’s a foto parade of images which come to mind for this NSW traveller. Haven’t been to Victoria since 1990 and that was a weekend in Lakes Entrance by coach to stay with the YOUNG LOVER. Haven’t crossed an Ocean nor even a sea. I have been to and lived in The ACT and in FNQ in the 1970s. I do however get a lot out of even a trip to GRAFTON. And ARMIDALE and SUNSHINE and KALANG and PORT MACQUARIE. I also feel thoroughly challenged. TO PACK ! Back to the foto images of WILD TRAVELLIN !
SHE has, however , left these stunning creations on her FACEBOOK for those of you who are her FRIENDS and she does know how to make and sustain friendships. Off to Britain. Her male sibling is in Germany and her cousin Kati B weeps for losing her cousinal twin.
DRAT ! I like October. it always passes too swiftly for my taste and then I am into the bedlam which can be my summers. The wild winds have kept up for most of this springtime as they are today. Last weekend Izzy’s son and his new wife came to stay. The winds dropped and we set them up in the Art Gallery courtesy my DOS.(Discerning Owner). Iz had 3 gigs on the weekend which was not a bad arrangement for a first meeting with a 40 year old replicant son. Could have gone any which way, so it could – but it became a very emotionally delightful experience all round. Despite the shellback ticks and the snakes.
IZ has acquired a family of magpies who feast on our bagels and speak with him and wake us earlier than I intend to be awoken. It comes from all his years in Illawarra suburbs. I, myself, am many years on the Northern Rivers and Mid North Coast and well accustomed to BIRDS. I am fond of birds. Very fond in fact but do not share my bagels with them.
We battled our way into my birthday. I am 20 years out of relationship and bring minimal skillbase into being in one. At one stage we had planned a night in WADEVILLE with a party at Jiggi but matters of self esteem and mutual respect led to the plans being altered. We went to WADEVILLE a couple of days earlier and it is great place. http://www.kyogleweb.com.au/wadeville/index.htm WADEVILLE WOOLIES they call it with brand new accommodation for only $40 a night and LIVE MUSIC. We will be returning to show the Boss how to use his yAMAHA recording studio.
October then – hmm ! tense moments with PhD disputes and UOW. A tupperware party in Kalang. Train trips between Grafton,Urunga and Tweed Heads. Visits with kids in far off places. TOO MUCH WIND and an aching homesickness. Loyalty and steadfastness to which I am unaccustomed.
Tomorrow we launch into November with a visit to Dunoon and some very old friends. Well not that old but very longterm and plans for Grafton next week then south and west. A housewarming on Lake Macquarie and perhaps one on St Georges basin. November is to bring the Daughter back for early Xmas shopping. Its the Rose’s 9th birthday and a trip to Armidale is scheduled for week 3 of November. This time we might take the New England Highway and a brief look at family history . As for this last day of October , let the ghosts haunt. Let the zombies walk. I am tired and troubled and frightened far more by the tangible than the in.
FROM MELINDA KENDALL
Tired out and quite weary; sick of the strife
Of this hard, bitter war, this fierce battle of life,
I wandered about through wood and through brake,
Till I found myself near Bellambi Lake.
It is true that the heart its own bitterness knows;
What stranger will care for its throbs or its throes?
Indeed, it’s a solace to some when they try
To hug their own sorrows, when no one is nigh.
I thought of my loved ones that were, and are not,
When we stood all together on this very same spot.
It was well we knew nothing of what was in store,
‘Twould have marred all the joys in those gone days of yore.
I felt quite alone, like an old withered tree,
With a leaf scarcely left that might shelter a bee;
My boughs have been gradually lopped one by one;
Thus, despoiled of my branches, I stand here alone.
Now a murmur came up from the blue looming sea,
And the weirdlike Gobburras laughed loud on the tree;
While a glamour unearthly seemed stealing around,
And broke up the silence, before so profound.
A strange feeling came o’er me; I felt something near,
And the winds were all whispering loved names in my ear;
I started, and trembled, I looked round, afraid,
As I fancied a hand on my shoulder was laid.
Pale shadowy phantoms stood round me in tears,
I knew them – the ghosts of departed dead years;
Ah! yes, we were part of your substance, they said,
But despised and neglected from you we have fled.
Now we dwell in the limitless spaces,
Far away in the ether sublime,
Where is no upward or downward,
Nor record or limit to time.
I stood up and looked round, there was nought to be seen,
It was only a part of a hideous dream;
I looked down at my dog, and saw with surprise,
There were tears in his loving, pathetic brown eyes.
This thought gave me comfort – his friendship is true;
And the true friends we find in this world are but few;
We could not exist on this earth without some,
So the love of a dog is far better than none.
I turned to the mountain, ‘neath which stood my home;
To this ghoul-haunted lake, never more will I come.
My dog understood, and walked briskly behind,
So I shook of this glamour, threw care to the wind.
(Illawarra Mercury, September 6, 1884)
My parents came to URUNGA in 1948 for their honeymoon. Met, fell in love, were engaged in 3 weeks and married in 3 months. Stayed married for 53 years when my Mum passed away. Every Christmas holidays we spent in URUNGA. Then in the 1970s, we began to move one or two at a time from SYDNEY north to URUNGA and make our homes there. That led to marriages and births and then on to all the makings of an extended family life. Careers and deaths and etc, etc, etc. This morning I decided to take a look at URUNGA in my beloved NLA HISTORIC NEWSPAPERS. There seem to be only 116 entries for URUNGA but we will see.
Unfortunately, quite a few of these mentions refer to other matters. The NLA DIGITISATION PROJECT is a beta version – warm to my anarchistic, socialist, non-capitalist soul – provided free of charge unlike many of the historical sources which require financial reimbursement for public information ( usually sugar coated in their explanations of why this is necessary but the outcome is the same as being unable to afford a dentist). What the NLA does is offer the scans of the newspapers along with a column on the left of electronic transcription which is often gobbledygook. Then, without any obligation to do so at all, you are invited to assist them in this massive project by a wee bit of editing or tagging or commenting.
When it comes to URUNGA, the first entries refer to such things as LACE, or electronically translates ORANGE into URUNGA. Nevertheless, onto the next articles.
The first article I find which actually mentions URUNGA appears to refer to a horse in the SUBURBAN HANDICAP in, I think, Melbourne.
The Argus Monday 9 October 1916, page 5. Detailed lists, results, guides
Then later in 1916, an A.S. ATKINS of URUNGA is listed as dying of illness during WWI.
The Argus Friday 12 January 1917, page 8. Detailed lists, results, guides
The Argus Saturday 19 January 1918, page 21.
GEMBROOK, URUNGA.-Comfortable Accommo-
dation, farm produce, nice position, near sta-
tion, fern gullies. – E. Smith.
I suspect this URUNGA in Melbourne papers is someplace in Victoria and not OUR URUNGA. The other URUNGA which is mentioned often is a ship of some description which I shall look at some other time.
The Argus Saturday 8 March 1924, page 13. Family Notices
Percy Brown’s mother, ELLEN BROWN, died in Geelong.
The Argus Tuesday 5 April 1927, page 17. News
SWEPT OUT TO SEA.
TWO MEN IN ROWING BOAT.
Dredge Seaman Drowned.
SYDNEY, Monday – A telegram from
Urunga, 305 miles north from Syd
ney, states that two members of the
crew of the dredge Bellinger, who were in
a rowing boat, got into difficulties at the
entrance to the Bellinger River on Satur
dav afternoon Charles Butt, a single man
and a native of England was drowned and
Duncan Dees suffered so severelv from im
mersion that he was admitted to the dis
The men set out from Urunga to row to
the dredge, which was moored near the
north bank of the river. The tide was
running so strongly that no headway could
be made, and the boat was swept seaward
Llfe-savers threw lines from the break
water, and Dees managed to scramble
ashore. A heavy sea, which was running on
the bar upset the boat and Butt was car
ried away and not seen again.
EARLY RADIO DAYS.
The Canberra Times Friday 20 May 1927, page 12
RIVALS IN RADIO GOOD OR BAD ANNOUNCER
From Urunga, North Coast, came
word: “Canberra programme clearly
heard by large audiences, including all
the children.” A message from Young
stated: “Congratulations and apprecia-
tions on Canberra broadcast. A great
number of townspeople were delighted
with the transmission.”
So there you are-apparently every
listener claims the right to hear for
himself and express his own opinion
he Argus Monday 24 December 1928, page 6. News
STRANDED STEAMER NAMBUCCA.
SYDNEY, Sunday.-The position of the steamer
Nambucca, which ran aground on the south
spit at Urunga (Bellinger Heads) on Thursday night
is favourable, and the master (Captain Gould) is
hopeful that the vessel will be refloated at high
tide to-morrow mowing;. The vessel is in a pro
tectedl position, and has moved into deeper water
as the result of the several efforts made so far
to refloat her.
The Nambucca is a twln-screw wooden steamer
of 415 gross tonnage, and is owned by the North
Coast Steam Navigation Company
The Canberra Times Thursday 28 November 1929, page 2.
FIRE AT URUNGA
A block of buildings was totally des-
troyed by fire to-day . Four buildings
were involved, including Brldge’s store.
The bucket brigade prevented the fire
FOR MORE URUNGA NEWS CHECK THE NLA WEBSITE.
- A GYPSY MOTH AEROPLANE ATTEMPTS TO TAKE OFF FROM THE GOLF COURSE. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2268435 IN DECEMBER 1929
The Courier-Mail Tuesday 17 April 1934, page 13. News 215 words
… SOUTH EXPRESS HELD UP Goods Train Truck Derailed GRAFTON, April 16. The Brisbane to Sydney express tram Is held up to-night at Raleigh as the result of the derailment of a truck on a goods train between Urunga and Nambucca. The axle box on a truck attached to the’ Taree-South Grafton goods train…
ABORIGINE’S DEATH Post Mortem Ordered SYDNEY, Wednesday.
The Canberra Times Thursday 28 February 1935, page 2. News 79 words
… ABORIGINE’S DEATH Post Mortem Ordered SYDNEY, Wednesday. The police have been informed that Ernest Taylor, 53, a full-blooded aborigine, rigine, after having dinner with his family at Urunga last Sunday night, suddenly collapsed and died, and that a. doctor declined to give a certificate of death….
The Canberra Times Wednesday 28 December 1938, page 3
Shark Victim Feared
Daniel, Grahame. 19. of Deervale,
near Dorrigo, disappeared whilst
swimming in the surf at Northbank,
two miles from Urunga.
He was swimming not far from the
beach when he threw up his arms and
sank. , It is believed that he was
taken by a shark
- PTE J P BRADLEY WAS LISTED AS MISSING IN THE SECOND WORLD WAR. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2567165 The Canberra Times Tuesday 14 July 1942, page 3. Detailed lists, results, guides
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2641536 URUNGA BECOMES THE SETTING FOR EVENTS WHICH LEAD TO A CAPTAIN OF THE 9th DIVISION BEING COURTMARTIALLED. IT APPEARS THAT SAID CAPTAIN AND AN AWAS STAYED AT THE SAME HOTEL ON THE SAME NIGHT. 1942
URUNGA DONATED THE REMARKABLE SUM OF 33 POUNDS TO THE CHRISTMAS HAMPERS FOR THE SOLDIERS. THE COMFORT FUND. http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2649258 The Canberra Times Thursday 16 September 1943, page 3.
IN THE 1940s THE URUNGA SOLDIERS ARE FEATURED IN CASUALTY LISTS. They include the Vaughan boys and Marting and Lowe.
The Canberra Times Monday 9 July 1945, page 2. News
ARMED HOLD-UP OF
OLD MAN IN HUT
Armed with a pearifle and a hand-
kerchief over his face a man held up
Richard Strange, 72, in a hut in the
bush three miles from Urunga, on the
North Coast, on Saturday evening.
“This is no joke. Stick them. up.
Your money is in your pocket,” the
bandit is alleged to have said.
Strange ran into his hut and he
told the police that two shots were
fired, one entering the roof.
Detective Pollick is investigating.
Strange told the West Kempsey
police that he had £10 in his trouser’s
pocket at the time but he had not
He said that the intruder was about
l8 years old and of medium build.
WHO WAS THAT YOUNG MAN ?
The Argus Wednesday 5 September 1945, page 2
COLLIE.-On September 3, at Urunga,
North Coast, New South Wales, Frederick
Charles, son of the late Joseph and Jessie
Collie, beloved twin brother of William Rus-
- http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2722234 SECOND PRIZE IN THE STATE LOTTERY WENT TO MRS PATERSON OF URUNGA AND HER BALCK CAT SYNDICATE. The Canberra Times Saturday 9 August 1947, page 4.
- THE POLIO OUTBREAK WAS EXTENDING AND A 32 YEARS OLD URUNGA MAN HAD DIED AS A RESULT.
- http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2822232 The Canberra Times Thursday 22 February 1951, page 4
AND TO WRAP IT UP, EVEN THOUGH THE PERSONS INVOLVED WERE ONLY COMING TO URUNGA EN ROUTE TO KEMPSEY, THIS IRRESISTIBLE WEDDING PARTY;
The Courier-Mail Tuesday 5 September 1933, page 18. News
At St Mark s Church of England
Warwick on August 19 the marriage
was solemnised by Canon Neal of Mr
V C (Jim) Knauer (second son of
Mrs K Knauer Frederickton Kemp
ey New South Wales) and Miss Edna
Lilian Whitmore (eldest daughter of
Mrs Whitmore Commercial Hotel
Warwick) Miss M Anstey presided
at the organ. The bride wwho was
given away by Mr R W Potter (Bris-
bane) wore a gown of old gold romaine
made on directoire lines and on the
shoulders a series of frills were ar
ranged to form epaulettes. Her pale
gold filmy veil was inlet with gold
lace and she carried gold and red
flowers. Her two sisters, Misses N
and I Whitmore who were the
bridesmaids wore tomato red frocks
with turbans of old gold Romaine
They carried muffs of red and gold
flowers. Mr O Free was best man
and Mr Cliffoid Walsh (Adelaide) was
the groomsman. The reception was
held at the Commercial Hotel On
leaving for Brisbane and Urunga en
route to Kempsey the bride wore a
travelling frock of navy blue with a
hat to match in fur felt.
AND IN TRUE URUNGA TRADITION – UP THERE WITH OYSTER CUTS IN THE FOOT AND SANDLFY BITES IS THE STORY OF THE FISHHOOK.
The Courier-Mail Tuesday 6 February 1934, page 12
FISH HOOK IN EYE
Man May Lose Its Sight
GRAFTON, February 5.
A Sydney visitor to the seaside re-
sort at Urunga, Mr. J. Highbrow, may
lose the sight of one eye as the result
of an accident whilst fishing.
Mr. Highbrow’s companion was pull-
ing the line in when the end of the
line flicked upwards and the hook
entered the ball of Mr. Highbrow’s
rieht eye. The hook was so firmly em-
bedded that surgical assistance had to
be sought, a delicate operation being
performed to remove the barb. The
injured mani left for Sydney to consult
a specialist, but it is believed that he
will lose the sight of the eye.
BELMORE METHODIST SUNDAY SCHOOL.
People in the North talk of AUGUST winds. Here on the Hill, the winds seem to be taking up a lot more months than just August. The Dos has taken the garbage down. We have been shopping Murwillumbah and I am looking for a wee pied a terre in Bellingen for access to Children and Co. This weekend there is a big wedding on down South as well as one in Dorrigo with reception in Coffs Harbour neither of which we need to attend but best wishes to all involved. We stand at one marriage apiece, Iz and me. Chidlren of the 40s. I had a very strange wedding as an idealistically non bride. Some of my friends had fine weddings like LEE and GAIE CONDON in Kalang in the 70s. A beast on the spit and sarongs and creeks. It was good. Chris Page and MARGIE MCGIRR had one even more strange than mine. I do have fotos someplace of Chris in thongs of different colours and all of us Drummoyne hippies at a lavish do at Watson’s Bay in the 70s. They went on to have twins called GIMLI and DANIEL and I believe they moved to ELANDS up back of Taree. My sister had 2 weddings. 2 marriages in fact. I am still planning a big wedding – bring your own – someplace delightful. I am no longer sure whether its a wedding or a funeral I am planning or an NA convention. But I am planning something. Not my birthday. That will be in 16 days and I don’t know quite what I wish to do this time.
My sister’s weddings were good. I had something more like them in mind when I decided to marry although I don’t mind the church bit – I would prefer a cathedral. I do not want what Pat Lamir’s brother in Boston had with the envelopes of butterflies which people accidentally sat on. My sister’s first wedding was to a boy who had been called up in the early 70s Vietnam draft. Married men were far less likely to be sent to Vietnam and it worked for them. He just cooked in Australia and they had to live at Liverpool for a time which is probably not an ideal start to a marriage anyways. The wedding actually was in a church which wasn’t easy for My Sister who had turned from any God following the deaths of her pets as a child and being told by the local Methodist Sunday Teacher that pets didn’t go to Heaven. Nevertheless – into the church for the wedding to the radical socialist soldier – I still don’t know where that Methodist Church was or why we went there instead of BELMORE METHODIST CHURCH where we attended Sunday School each week.
We wore CLOGS. Heavy wooden clogs as I recall and she had long mediaeval Camelot robes.Then we went back to 27 PAXTON AVENUE BELMORE – built by my father Bruce – double brick – for the reception which my mother JOYCE catered for and had a fine time. The second wedding was years later in Bellingen behind the Courthouse by the Clerk of Petty Sessions. That was a good one too and I have fotos of that as well.
Mine was in Bellingen Anglican Church with a reception at the BELLINGEN BOWLING CLUB. SAY NO MORE ! This weekend one of our children is marrying. The others remain – unmarried. My two remain in love and partnered but – inspired perhaps by the marriage of their mother and father – they resist the tempting lure of clogs in a church aisle. Be that as it may – we are not going to weddings this weekend. Jamie Laura Jacob and Bronte are. Kate and IMM are. Mad O’Brian and co are not.
For us it is Luffley Cafe in Murwillumbah tonight and a meeting for me up the Hill at the UNITING CHURCH which brings back the childhood memories of Belmore Methodist. There could well be dancing in the street as there often is although SCRUBBY is away at SCOTTS HEAD lolling on the beach. For me its back into the 19th Century where I am VERY HAPPY despite the 21st Century winds tearing at the Cottage on the Hill. For me its looking for the caravan, tent or wee flat in Bello to rent for my visits south. Its pointing the statue of Big Buddy who might well be the compassionate goddess Kuan Yin, across the Valley with a gardenia in her lap to reduce the impact of the world out there.
Perhaps I will do the washing. Last did it in Kate’s smooth machine in Kalang and hung it on the Hills Hoist – where later I hung the rat.
In the meantime I shall see what wedding fotos I do have and make a slideshow.
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.
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.
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’.
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 !
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.
LYNNE truly cannot see why all of us who love one another don’t live within easy reach of one another. On that thought I shall look at old fotos for comfort.
This is Kati B with her FIRST CAR. Her mother’s first car was a British Racing Green Mini . She got it in 1970 to go teaching in Rosewood near Tumbarumba. Kati has hers to go working in Bellingen.
DISTURBING THE COMFORTABLE AND COMFORTING THE DISTURBED.
Another thing which happens in AUGUST is the birthday of CASSANDRA POMROY. She was born in MT TOM PRICE W.A in 1978. August 23rd.
That means that this year she is 30
CASSANDRA AT HOME WITH HER FAMILY AND AT HER GRANDPARENT’S GOLDEN WEDDING .
|CASSANDRA WITH HER COUSIN KATE ANOTHER 1978 BABY. AT SOUTH ARM VIA BELLINGEN & URUNGA.|
CASSI WITH ME.
INTERESTING MEAL AT KIRRA PUB
The day had begun clouded and cooler. Not as cold as Kalang say Kati B and her IMM who were up at Ivan the Cowboy’s place for the weekend. iZZY played at the RICHMOND HOTEL on Friday night with THE HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITS and we booked into the AZA in the middle of town. Expected Fiona and Sarah but they didn’t show. Did get to a Red Dove Meeting as stated previously. Back in Bilambil via Nimbin and the fruit and vegie shop at Sphinx Rock aka Mt Burrell meant I could go shopping with the Daughter because Cowboy has just moved up from Sydney and he has moved to BILAMBIL – just across the Valley. Almost within vision and 6 doors or so down from the Bloke. So we took ourselves down to the Coast and into Kirra Pub in search of Kati B’s perfect counter lunch roast. We didnt find that. we found a rather odd meal in a rather odd place. Then we came out to the carpark and the petrol cap was sitting on the roof of the car with the petrol thingo open where we had forgotten to close it or put the cap back on. Came from 2 people doing the job of one person. Kati B has her licence now and a registered car but they came in IMM’s 4 wheel drive so we were in the Charade as we have been for years and we took a good look around TWEED. Wish the MAD OBRIENS were still here but they are up the mountain in ARMIDALE so we went to RIVERS in search of the perfect shoe for me. I have the perfect bag. The BLACK WOLF BLADERUNNER. Now I need the walking shoe. Lightweight. WALKABLE. Haven’t found it yet but I will.
Picked Kate up for Jamoze – her being Izzy’s BIGGEST fan without doubt. And then the lads turned up as well which was not what I thought would happen. BIG lads they are too. Two of them made Jai look small and hes over 100 Kilos and BIG. Now they are gone South again and we are here and the day is a little grey.
KATI B AT KIRRA PUB FOR LUNCH
- “Fall seven times, stand up eight.”
Here’s a fine thing this one. A free download and website for genealogists. Looks good. Seems to work just fine. Hmmm!
I have begun work . Lets see how she goes !
AND FAMILY TREE