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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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THE TWEED RIVER NEAR TUMBULGUM 

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.

SOUTH GOLDEN BEACH 001 Leaving blue skies and palm trees took some serious decision making.

OCTOBER WINDS

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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.

CASSANDRA POMROY IN AUGUST

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

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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.
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CASSI WITH ME.