Tag Archives: REFLECTIONS

HERBS–THAT’S ALL

I am going deep into the TROVE to see what I can find out about HERBS. Bet there’s some good ideas about herbs for healing and herbs for cooking.

SAGE The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA 1931 - 1954), Tuesday 4 February 1936

The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1931 – 1954), Tuesday 4 February 1936

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article35406213

herb garden The Mail (Adelaide, SA 1912 - 1954), Saturday 14 March 1925
The Mail (Adelaide, SA : 1912 – 1954), Saturday 14 March 1925
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article59710634
MOTHER SIEGEL The Courier-Mail (Brisbane, Qld. 1933 - 1954), Tuesday 26 October 1937
The Courier-Mail (Brisbane, Qld. : 1933 – 1954), Tuesday 26 October 1937
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37910213
HERB GROWERS Townsville Daily Bulletin (Qld. 1885 - 1954), Wednesday 11 May 1949,
Townsville Daily Bulletin (Qld. : 1885 – 1954), Wednesday 11 May 1949,
http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article63070793

 

MORE HERBAL INCIDENTS

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article37946935

WETNESS AND DUE CONSIDERATION THEREOF.

They tell me its going to rain for another 3 months. Then again, when I lived in Brisbane, they told me it was never going to rain again and we had best drink seawater and urine.  And , when I lived in Ulmarra, they told me it was going to be the hottest summer ever and bushfires would burn for months.

It does LOOK WET. It IS wet. I have seen a lot of rain during the first decade of the 21st Century despite the renowned drought. In the drought-ridden Brisbane of 2007-2008 – I was on a number of occasions – soaked through to the skin and even carried an umbrella, something which I had resisted doing for most of my  6 Earth Decades. Fortunately, my Mother, who was a kindly mother to me, had given me a Rose umbrella back in 2000. It is with me still and survives despite all manner of adventures. 

Its Sunday and its been raining for a week except for Thursday which was hot and fine. Today is back to the Long Wet. Its meant horses hiding out on the verandah with unfortunate residues for us.

 

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Then I started wondering about UMBRELLAS and hit the NLA Newspapers again.  
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1919UMBRELLANorthern Territory Times and Gazette Thursday 19 July 1917

   

UMBRELLAS turn out to be the source of amusement I always thought they were. I shall need sources of amusement if the rain continues as it seems set to do. One newspaper has a plan for building an umbrella stand – a caved one at that.

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THE LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010

31 AUGUST 2010 RALEIGH

AN IDLE ROAM.

http://nellibellingen.wordpress.com/

NEIL WHITFIELD, my first real blogging encounter, is re-locating to West Wollongong. I had not ever been there till early this year with Izzy  whose academic years were spent at UOW. NEIL’S SECOND DECADE.

31 AUGUST 2010 BALI AND MISTS AT RALEIGH SCOOB 31-8-2010LAST DAY OF WINTER 2010 RALEIGH 

Let’s take a look at this Winter. June, July and August. Hmm. This morning the mists were down and Bali the Brown Dog was out front early. All dogs were out and about during the night and Scoob the little dog is dirty and shamefaced.

THE WINTER OF 2010.

FROST IN JULY 2010 RALEIGH 

Down here at the Coast, we had a July frost. I saw only the one although there might have been light ones for the early risers.

Up in Armidale on the New England, it went as low as –12 degrees in July.

The garlic had been taken in by the time of the frost and the citrus fruits were sweet and abundant. Next door they have lemonade trees and I have been drinking them with new life water.

Seems to be a catbird in there as well and I know there is a Jabiru.

 

I took a trip to Macksville, one Wednesday. 34.4 kms, so they tell me, from Raleigh to Macksville.

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My winter has featured BIRDS. A lot of birds. A lot of different kinds of birds.

Its had me posting photographs and asking about the species. This black one is a Satin Bowerbird. Now, I was under the illusion that they were elusive and timid but here there are masses of them. At least 3 males and 10 or more females – all aggressive and squabbling and shrieking.

So much for my delusions of the romantic bower bird secreting pieces of blue in some hidden nest.

WUNDERLAND BELLINGEN

Much of the Winter has been taken up in Bellingen Shopping with my daughter and her little lady. Bellingen is a one street shopping centre. Up one side and down the other, with one side street of cafes.

Its almost a meditation walk for me with the Maclaren Pusher. Up one side and down the other. 3 generations of women from one family.

On this last day of Winter, 2010, a Winter which has certainly blued with the chilled winds of our own personal ice floes, I have a hose out and am washing the concrete verandahs where the chooks and horses have been and am waiting for visitors to come.

 

 

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I have , of course, been sharing a child’s first Winter and now Springtime is coming. Dresses and sand and lagoons – for the very first time.

I have other little girls to show things to, as well. Haven’t had much chance this year and I miss them. I do believe that only one of them has seen a flathead.

We need poncho towels and thongs. We also need a caravan as spare room. We have tents but – the caravan would be a far, far better thing to do than anything I have done before.

Better, even, than the Main House at Bilambil. Possibly. Its going to be a hard act to follow. There we had our own Old Gentleman, large heart shaped pool and tennis court.

BELLINGER VALLEY

Here, we have the things of the Valley, the Beach, the River and the Towns.

We have verandahs all around and flat land where children can play. We have gardens to plant and trees where we can hang swings. The nearest shop is at the Raleigh Tip – the Ecohouse.

When the Spring time comes, we can go there and look for things we need. Books and Toys and planks of wood.

Me, I want a claw bathtub out the back, near the laundry tubs.

They say there’s a black snake living out there at the moment, just behind the big shed. They saw it sunning itself.

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It has been a Winter of horses. My own favourite is this one. He comes a-visiting from time to time and stays a week or two eating coastal grasses.

I  know little about horses but a recent trip to the now almost defunct Brigalow caravan park reminded me of Old Tom who lived there when I did in the 1990s. He still does, so I am told, down in his little corner of the world on the riverbank.

I saw him once with a horse. I think he was the original Horse Whisperer. It was a beautiful thing to watch. He carved from bone and rode a big white motorbike.

 

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We did one trip to Armidale during the Winter. I waited until I was hearing no whispers of –12degrees or ice on the inside of the windows.

Then we went a-visiting for a couple of days. We went to the movies and laughed and talked, and talked and laughed- about it all again.

There seems to be a new coach service doing the Bello-Armidale run and I will be looking at taking a ride on it. After years of travelling on public transport, I am now often a Starwagon passenger. Each method of locomotion has its points – but I do like my coaches and trains and planes.

I wonder whether they will still have a movie on the journey.

 

BELLINGEN MARKETS JULY 2010

Winter saw us at the Bellingen Markets. A new normal is forming. 2nd and 4th Saturdays are Growers’ markets in North Bello. They are small and communal and friendly.

3rd Saturday is Bellingen Community Markets. They are HUGE. We meet up with the Maclaren Girls and do our Saturday mornings. 

Clothes and books and food and music and people.

Seem to be rather a lot of little fairy people as well and a wonderful face painter.

And my favourite young band HEART TRIBE.

http://www.myspace.com/heartribe 

CENTENNIAL PLACE BELLINGEN

The Bellingen Winter. Well its almost done and we begin the Springtime. The magnolias are in flower. My mind is turning to the Urunga Sea Lido and the beaches. I don’t know what Springtime is going to bring. I know there is one sad element in it. Two, indeed.

It seems to be enabling me to walk within each day and grasp sanity.

Someplace in this Return is a ferocity of purpose. A gnarly ancient tree ferocity. A deep rooting  sturdiness.

I watched a grandmother slowly building a rock garden yesterday. One rock at a time. She could be crazy or she could be granitically wise.

Wise, so methinks. 

 

URUNGA FOOTBRIDGE

URUNGA FOOTBRIDGE.

NOW THAT ITS DARK

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Now that its dark, I’m wondering where the Ibis are. They are here in flocks at the moment. The white stay together and the black stay together. The grey crane sits in the middle but I don’t know where they go when its dark.

 

I shall do a quick look at JUNE over the last 5 years. My father died in 2005. In June. I was living then in the Cottage at Bilambil. The whiskey grass was growing beside my driveway and I could see all the world from my hill – so it seemed to me. It was a fine place for grieving and a fine place for living.

It was here that I did the ONLINE RETREAT and studied the HERMITARY and played with my little granddaughters.

Here, I re-encountered  dignity and elegance and a simplified living which suits me very well.

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A year on, in June 2006, I was still there and still living alone and it still suited  me well.  To the East, I could see the Ocean, the Coral Sea, as it is called there. To the North I could almost glimpse Queensland. On occasion, a double rainbow formed and landed not too far from my own cottage.

I had palm trees and ponies on a hill and my home was in line with what one young lad told me:

“Lynne, you always live in postcards”.

I was also under the wing of my Old Gentleman, whom I loved.

 

 

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June 2007, however, I was briefly in a non-postcard home in RED HILL, Brisbane. I had met Izzy and dared to enter a relationship. That led me to Brisbane. I liked that, having never explored Brisbane nor even been there except once as a child and a couple of times on a pass through for other matters.

I DID not like living in a brick flat at the bottom of a steep V. Look at the turning circles for the car to get under shelter.

I didn’t stay there very long. It was a hectic period and very disturbing. We bought IKEA furniture which was even more disturbing. Damn near as bad a my TUGUN venture in 2004.

One sane thing I did in 2007 was to keep the Bilambil Cottage for weekends and ultimately to come home to.

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2008 and June saw Izzy’s contract with AUSTLIT  at UQ wind up. We did farewell pizza at the ST LUCIA campus and took off to Bilambil. By then, Music was bringing in more money than Academia.

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SURFERS PARADISE

PIZZA WITH JOAN AT UQ

After a busy year in Bilambil, June 2009 saw me back in Bellingen ( visiting) and living in ULMARRA.
2009 was the Year of the Floods. I had just settled into Ulmarra and emerged from the week homebound on Coldstream Street in the middle of an inland sea, taken a trip down to Bello to visit with the Daughter who was house and horse sitting at Brierfield when the next flood came along. We made it into town, fetched some provisions and then out to Brierfield where we settled in for more isolation.

My girl and me – it wasn’t bad at all.

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SOUTH GRAFTON EMPORIUM 2009

UNDER THE HOUSE IN ULMARRA 2009

AND NOW – I am here. How lucky I am !

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RALEIGH JUNE 2010

WORKERS’ COTTAGE

0061SHELLS MITCHELL TWEED Now, let me rest here awhile. My restless nature tends to move me along but I would like to stay awhile.

Its dark now and I am home alone. I have things to study and things to do. I am not even letting the black witch’s cat in tonight. Sometimes my head reverberates from other people and creatures and I just want to sit here.

Tomorrow, I shall go out amongst it again. Visit the people I love. Consider a coach trip up the Mountain. Listen to the Musos rehearse. Plan the weekend and some meetings.

But not tonight.

Tonight I shall add to THE GEM COLLECTION and THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY. and maybe SIXTY EYES 2010.

 

BACK FROM OUT

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I am going to put a heater on in the middle of the day and also the television. I read an AUSTLIT entry the other day. Austlit is where Izzy worked when I first met him. He was based at UQ in Brisbane. ( That’s University of Queensland). This week two of the Austlit people were giving a paper or somesuch on a matter which is ‘ assumed but untheorised’. Now there is an academic  expression for you.

Sometime, way before the ‘assumed but untheorised’ came words like this which I have taken from LUC DEVROYE’s Main Page.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/waltercrowley.html

From Walter Crowley’s "Rites of Passage"

There is another legacy of the Sixties which is often neglected: tens of thousands of individuals who won the revolution at least in their own lives. They live within the system but they are not part of it. They organize their work and existences by their own rules, and have achieved a personal independence of thought, action and moral choice which does not require social sanction. They are free men and women and their examples might be the most subversive influences extant today.

And this from a Professor at the Canadian University where Luc Devroye is resident – sounds like a REAL university.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/juliusgrey2.html

 

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STAYING WITH THE PELICANS THEME TO REMIND MYSELF OF WHERE I AM.   

 

I am experimenting with new themes again and not striking one I like at all.

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THIS WAS ONE FINE LOOKING MEAL BUT TRULY, TRULY HOT.

 

A brief glance in the rear vision mirror. Its the day that Australia acquired its first female Prime Minister. That is all I am saying about that.

Its a cold, bleak day and well suited to one of my at home alone days. Izzy is off up North doing his Music Night at South Grafton Emporium, now known as ALCHEMY, for reasons which sound fine but don’t actually translate well.

Here in the cottage, we have critters who come for visits and treats. Its an easy way to have animal company. They go home for major caring.

I have been hesitant about writing lately, not wanting to sound too 60 year old woman esoteric nor too cynical and incisive. I was leaning to the incisive – but can’t quite pull it off.

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IZZY WITH THE ANIMALS

I am going to do that “looking back” I was talking about,  for an hour or so and do it disciplined instead of rambling around the chambers of memory.

I left you with LUC DEVROYE earlier and I return with another link now because FONTOLOGY is the main connection I have to him. Not that he knows that – but I do. I have some of my finest fonts either through his resources or directly as free fonts given by him.

He calls his pages ON SNOT AND FONTS.  That appeals to me. One day, when I feel inclined, I shall do a Scribus Page or a PAINT.NET and show you some of them.

http://cg.scs.carleton.ca/~luc/fonts.html

Here is his bio:

Biography. Born in Tienen, Belgium, too long ago. Grew up in Tienen and went to the University of Leuven (Belgium). Got married to Bea. Studied for two years at Osaka University (Japan). Obtained a Ph.D. degree from the University of Texas in 1976 under the supervision of Terry Wagner, with a thesis entitled Nonparametric Discrimination and Density Estimation. Joined the School of Computer Science at McGill University in 1977 as a young snotnose, and found academic freedom and cybercover from conservative forces in 2006 at the Computational Geometry Lab of Carleton University, Ottawa. Recognized by his peers as a slum dog in 2008 and an inglorious basterd in 2009. Thanks to a wonderful bunch of students and colleagues all over the world, still hanging in there. Will never retire. Read this piece by Julius Grey or this quote by Walter Crowley to understand Luc.

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SCOOB LOOKING TO THE ROAD

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OVER THE BACK FENCE

A few years back, before becoming a co-habitor, I did the Ignatian Online Retreat. 10 months it took.

http://www.stignatiussf.org/a/online_retreat.htm

I come from a long ago Methodist background, in  a slack manner, so the venture into the Ignatian World was new to me.

ONLINE RETREAT.

Its connected to a University in the States. Creighton.   I wonder if any of the American Universities specialise in such gripping courses as TOURISM, EVENT MANAGEMENT etc. How is one supposed to get a Job by doing a deeply spiritual retreat or exploring the depths of mathematics or fontology.  As the new P.M. of Oz says – its all about HARD WORK. And more HARD WORK.

I, myself, despite being a resident of the WORKERS’ COTTAGE prefer the HERMITARY.

http://www.hermitary.com/

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JUST A THOUGHT

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SUNRISE AT RALEIGH.

Today is Car Rego day. Sadly, the wee Charade has been diagnosed with strut problems and rust I can poke my hand into as well as several other odds and ends. The service station where that was discovered didn’t seem keen to do the repairs and I am taking her into Urunga to Navin Bros today. Its a Bugger.

Nevertheless- I have been to the City and walked the streets I love, experienced a bone marrow biopsy, dined with my brother at Deus ex Machina, flown in a Dash to Coffs harbour, woken to the sunrise above, lunched out with the Young Ladies and have the entire family coming this weekend for birthday celebrations.

EVERYONE I LOVE IS HERE. Well, not yet – but en route.

And I am home. My migratory lifestyle has led me Home again for a time. Some times are very fine times.

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.

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SUNDAY AFTERNOON AND LIVE MUSIC

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The couple on the left take the honour of being the first  to experience the new ULMARRA ENTERTAINMENT CENTRE, as Andrew and Izzy like to call the Breezeway between SHELLBOUND and WIDE RIVER.  Today saw the first Live Music on Sundays. Izzy invited Karl and Shaz (KSM) down for the day from BUSBY FLAT and off we went.

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Just last Monday we were watching as Andrew , Robyn, Brett and Sandy bent their backs to the paving and today it was ready with umbrellas and stage. All in place for one of the sweetest little performing areas on the Northern Rivers.

I am finding the walk into 60 years of age to be rather odd.  I don’t think I ever had plans or a vision for this age.

 
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AUGUST REFLECTIONS

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I am sitting here today in the Attic with smoke from the timber mill and the cattle up close to the back fence. The transitional effect of the moved from Tweed to Clarence is beginning to ease like the May floods receding after the inundation. Last week, I was out at Minnie Water where the debris is still piled and a little mouldering as it is on many of the North Coast beaches.

For me, a quietness is returning and I continue with reflective  imaging.

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I have lived close by beaches for much of my life. North Coast beaches at that. Its a 40km drive out to Wooli from here. That seems to me a long drive, along a narrow road which is rather hectic.

I lived much of my adult life in Urunga which is also known at the town WHERE THE RIVERS MEET THE SEA and I am accustomed to the beach being closer than this.

The MOB lived for a few years at Kingscliff. Also right on the beach. That’s the Armidale mob in the foto, touching sand in mid winter near the Queensland border at Kingscliff.

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I put this shot in because it sums up some of the things which troubled me up North. This is the ‘planned resort’ up the back of Carool. It didn’t come to anything, so far as I know. Scattered through the Tweed and the Gold Coast are abandoned ‘resorts’ and derelict ‘dreams’.

I heard a Professor speaking on the radio one evening and he spoke of the Great Dreaming , the Greed of the last however many years. And he referred to some of the things we would find when we ‘woke up’.

What I know, is that I greatly prefer being amongst buildings which STAND. Made of stone or bricks or wood rather than the fabric of temporary dreams.

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The lady on the left is my Great Grandmother, Julia Ready nee Jackson.
http://lynnesheritage.wordpress.com/
I have some info to write up about Julia. It was given to me by PHIL READY who put years of work with his good lady wife into gathering  family information together and putting it together in READY OR NOT. This year I asked Phil whether I could write it up and put it on the Net and he sent me an email saying – PERMISSION GRANTED,.

   

FOLLOWING UP ON PAST IMAGES

These are simply images and thoughts arising from the imagery.

This is the price of petrol in  Ulmarra on the last day of July 2009. coast 002

Each day I take my lunch at the Wide River Cafe. Not on Mondays due to its being closed on Mondays. I take the Cold Remedy , read the newspapers, chat with the Andrew and the girls and generally enjoy a daily routine which I don’t recall having before. Its not hectic in Ulmarra at lunchtimes although the BUSHFIRE BRIGADE REGIONAL HEADQUARTERS are there and were doing an “exercise’ yesterday to make sure that we were all firesafe.

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While I am in the Village, I spend some time in ULMARRA BOOKS and BRIC A BRAC, chat for a while with our GentleMan BookMan and, in general, just indulge in the sheer pleasure of a book shop of this size and nature. This one is a treasure trove. I always enjoy being in the hands of an Expert, no matter what field it is in. In this shop I am guaranteed EXPERTISE in its most agreeable form.

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I have lived for four years in a tiny cottage. Exquisite with wonderful views of the Bilambil Valley – but tiny. Now I live in a HOUSE. A house which my family come to visit.  Last weekend, my daughter, Kati B and I spent the evening at the card table from Dolores, playing YAHTZEE. A ruthless game night it was.

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THE FIRST WEEKEND IN AUGUST

http://newenglandaustralia.blogspot.com/2009/07/different-textures-of-new-england.html

FOR A BROADER, DEEPER AND WISER VIEWPOINT OF NEW ENGLAND, TRY THE BLOGSPOT WITH JIM BELSHAW.

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I am familiar with the last blast of cold in a North Coast Winter. It ‘should’ arrive in a week or two and, as usual, we will all be surprised by it because of the present warm golden weather. Nevertheless, this IS a weekend of the warm golden weather and I am enjoying it. Sunlight in the kitchen and mown grass in the yard.

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Took a drive today along OLD POST OFFICE LANE. That led on a labyrinthine adventure through cane fields and paddocks and alongside oxbowlakes and creeks and the COLDSTREAM RIVER itself. There is still a lot of rubble from the floods , piled and stacked beside the roads and the water, even in the river, is thick and dark. Brown at best and in places an evil sludgey black.

30 days of Labyrinth Love and Wisdom

Dedicated to spiritual pilgrims everywhere

By Rev. Dr. Sandra Bochonok

THE SACRED LABYRINTH ~
an ancient meditation tool

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The labyrinth is not a maze. The roads here all seem to lead back out and back home. Narrow byways and twisting tracks. Today we reached Tucabia by Lower Coldstream Road and then over the white one lane bridge.

FURTHER JULY REFLECTIONS

 

Since becoming resigned to an adult life lived on the North Coast of NSW, I have been endeavouring to develop a new perspective on that situation. To embrace the whole of the North Coast and New England and all the past experiences I have had here. ASSIMILATING it all, so I am. I am little inclined to travel much and prefer a Village Life and much home time.

I, am, however, making some fine adjustments to those default settings in my personality in case the Old Person’s Home they one day wish to put me in is in a new environment or perhaps I shall wish to escape and would be better with a series of well-known exit routes.

Yesterday, I crossed this small bridge at MINNIE WATER.  I am rather fond of small footbridges. Over small creeks is my preference rather than out over the rainforest and mountains in the manner of the Dorrigo Rainforest Lookout.

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MINNIE WATER FOOTBRIDGE. Subtle and seductive perhaps – the Clarence Coast. As an old Urunga Woman, its likely to take a few more visits for me to determine whether or not I really like this these 3 towns.

I have never been one to go to Music Venues until meeting Izzy in 2007. Now Music features frequently in my life.  I would not call it a natural habitat for me but do enjoy the curiosity factor. I began by going to the BILAMBIL BLUES CLUB each Thursday when I lived alone at Linden Lea in Bilambil Cottage. Had dinner and listened to the music and met with friends. As Izzy and I became close, I became his ‘roadie’ and began venturing into the Unknown World of North Coast Music. It wasn’t well known to him either. His previous Musical life was Sydney and  points South – primarily. With the 69ers, Original Battersea Heroes, Johnny and the Ringworms and Zarsoff Bros.  Since 2007, we have been familiarising ourselves with the North Coast’s Musical Scene and , in  the  meantime, the Bilambil Blues Club has become LIVE MUSIC on a Friday Night. 

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Izzy with Johnny Carr at Bilambil. I still attend these events more like David Attenborough observing the wildlife than as a participant. Strange creatures in a strange environment.

One of the bands Izzy plays with is the HILLBILLY BLUES BANDITS.
Its one of the venues I enjoy more than most. For a pub, that is – me not being a pub person. The food is good and the security and organisation is schmick. The lads play onstage and everything is in place. Then again, I like BRUNSWICK HEADS. Its a good town.

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BRUNSWICK HOTEL BEER GARDEN

I lived on the Tweed from 2001 to 2009. It was at the end of that period that I located the family history in that area. The last time I saw my mother alive was in 2001 when she saw me off on the North Coast XPT to Murwillumbah and she said at the time that the Tweed was where ‘ the family came from”. I didn’t quite know what she meant. I knew her family only as Laurieton and Redfern people. At a 2008 visit to the Tweed Historical Society on Scenic Drive ( en route to Bilambil) I found a photograph of Bell’s Wharf but paid little attention and I had visited the Tumbulgum Cemetery on my return from her funeral in August 2001 but knew of no familial connection to it. At the time I didn’t know that her grandparents and associated relatives, esp BELLS and MCLEODS, had lived for years in Tumbulgum and Surrounds and great uncles and aunts were buried in the Cemetery on the Hill by the River.

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The hall out in the Valley behind Murwillumbah where we have been told John Bell and Granny Bell went to live with their family following John’s accident on the sugar.

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That, of course, preceded the re-location to the Clarence. My father did have an Uncle Clarrie whose name was CLARENCE MACLEAY SANDERS. Therein lies a true Northern Rivers heritage. I wish now that I had been daring enough to name a child or two after the Rivers. Bellinger or Kalang would have been fine choices. At the time I had a husband of a less fanciful turn of mind than me. The Tweed, Macleay and Camden Haven background probably explains my ease with the recent Clarence floods. Add 40 years on the Bellinger and all I need is the gills and fins.

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Ulmarra in 2009.

AT THIS POINT LET ME ACKNOWLEDGE THE ENORMOUS DELIGHT OF ADSL AND EVEN GRATITUDE TO BIG POND AND TELSTRA. THAT’S SOMETHING I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER SAY BUT HERE I AM ONLINE – FAST – PAINLESS . A CHARMING YOUNG MAN NAMED MATTHEW DEALT WITH EVERYTHING AND WE WERE SETUP IN 3-4 DAYS WITH PHONE AND INTERNET AND IT FLIES !

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In my years in Urunga, I rarely went West. I had a phobic fear of the Dorrigo Mountain. I had it for as long as I can recall, perhaps going back to childhood drives in the old ute with attached relatives and one lane of dirt clinging to the edges of the mountainside. After the flooding of the 21st Century, I think the fear was very likely NOT illogical.  Be that as it may, I am no longer phobically fearful about it and have been able to take the Western road to visit the Mad O’Briens in Armidale. There is a hunting for the details of beauty in a quiet land which takes a discerning eye – something I have often lacked. Now that I know more about the family history, I suspect that some inherited prejudices and old fears and loves have coloured my views of certain places and peoples. The New England was one of those places which WE disdained along with the aforementioned GRAFTON, KEMPSEY, TAREE and random others. On exploring in a more open-minded manner I have found some fine people, places and things.

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THUNDERBOLT’S ROCK NEAR URALLA. JUST TO THE SOUTH OF ARMIDALE.

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Also in Armidale is one of my favourite Santas.

Meanwhile, back in Bellingen, and back to floods and near floods, life on the North Coast often means living in towns split in two by water. Bellingen is one of these. I have been trapped out in Buffer Creek via Gleniffer and in Dowle Street, North Bellingen. I have quite a good feel for oncoming floods as well. That’s one of the advantages of a slightly paranoid nature.

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LAVENDER’S BRIDGE IN BELLINGEN WITH THE RIVER RISING. Maybe 1995 or thereabouts.

One thing which was different for me in the 2009 flood here in Ulmarra was the slow inland sea effect compared with the raging Bellingen torrent that I am more familiar with. One thing I like about the Clarence is the large number of old buildings seemingly missed by the boom era of tourism and simply standing there. Feet wet at times but standing. Not neatened and tidied by the Incomers of the past century. Not demolished as they have been up north on Tweed. We were watching the Brick coming over the hills from Bilambil. Here, on Clarence, they STAND.

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WATER COMING IN FROM THE BACK PADDOCKS IN ULMARRA.