Showing posts with label Stories from the past. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Stories from the past. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Dorrigo and acres of trains
Monday, July 23, 2012
I went to the Bello markets
Sunday, July 8, 2012
some time ago
My son being a office worker type had no tools so I gathered up some thinking he will never make any money with them.
As time went buy the tools gathered rust in his car boot, (trunk as you Americans call it).
Then he told me he finally made two dollars with the tools I was shocked and surprised all at once.
I asked him how so did you make two dollars.
Whilst walking down Crown Street in Wollongong in his brand new suit done up to his teeth, he saw a golden 2 dollar on the foot path and went to pick it up? It was stuck there fast glued to the footpath right in front of a barbers shop. He kicked it a number of times and the barber and the patrons had a laugh at his expense. Not to be out done he went back to his car and removed the hammer and chisel from the tool kit and went back to the barbers shop again, He went down to pick it up kicking it and putting on a fair old show for the barber and his patrons this time he smiles and they laughed.
Then to the surprise to the barber and the patrons he pulled out the hammer and chisel and with one swipe of the hammer against the chisel the 2 dollar coin flipped over and he snatched it in mid air with the spontaneous cheers of the patrons and the frown from the barber.
As time went buy the tools gathered rust in his car boot, (trunk as you Americans call it).
Then he told me he finally made two dollars with the tools I was shocked and surprised all at once.
I asked him how so did you make two dollars.
Whilst walking down Crown Street in Wollongong in his brand new suit done up to his teeth, he saw a golden 2 dollar on the foot path and went to pick it up? It was stuck there fast glued to the footpath right in front of a barbers shop. He kicked it a number of times and the barber and the patrons had a laugh at his expense. Not to be out done he went back to his car and removed the hammer and chisel from the tool kit and went back to the barbers shop again, He went down to pick it up kicking it and putting on a fair old show for the barber and his patrons this time he smiles and they laughed.
Then to the surprise to the barber and the patrons he pulled out the hammer and chisel and with one swipe of the hammer against the chisel the 2 dollar coin flipped over and he snatched it in mid air with the spontaneous cheers of the patrons and the frown from the barber.
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Boat people
I was born a Dutchman in Meppel This is not unusual in its self. My mum was born in Australia and married my dad and went to Holland. After the war there was not much left in buildings and food so the decision was made to come to Australia from a war torn country. We hopped on a boat called the William-rouse and off we went. I have been naturalized and have papers that say I am Australian. This happened in 1951 it is now 2012 and things have moved on. Mum and dad are gone and I have children who have grown up.
Now as mum was born in Australia it is now known that one of the relatives on mums side jumped the fence with black fellow. You know black on white or white on black not sure which if you get the drift. That means I am a black fellow if you like. Bought up in my bush setting and loved it. Now it has come to light that this means in short that I am:-
the only refugee aboriginal whom escaped a war torn country as a refuge fleeing to Australia in a boat and claiming citizenship not much unlike the modern day boat people.
Yes I am a Australian aboriginal elder boat people refugee. Cool isn't it.
Now as mum was born in Australia it is now known that one of the relatives on mums side jumped the fence with black fellow. You know black on white or white on black not sure which if you get the drift. That means I am a black fellow if you like. Bought up in my bush setting and loved it. Now it has come to light that this means in short that I am:-
the only refugee aboriginal whom escaped a war torn country as a refuge fleeing to Australia in a boat and claiming citizenship not much unlike the modern day boat people.
Yes I am a Australian aboriginal elder boat people refugee. Cool isn't it.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Empty thoughts
Small thought of love pass threw my veins
Twists and turns as the little light remains.
To swell the emtyness in my heart and mind
the beating beating rythmical beating blind
enter the soul with parchment pressed to the ear.
Stumbling threw the madness of fear,fear
entering the emptyness of the bounding silence
bought on by the constant ryme of life.
Threw the eyes of the cells the ears of the heart
broken by the trembling and the cold of light
then the known warmth of the calm from sleep.
Awaking into the reality of nothingness
leading to the capacity of love hate and again
Fear yes the fear of deception of a broken head
smashed on the steps of dreary warm death lies.
Then comes the reality of lifes real game
Gone before perception of love and war.
Taken away in the blink of an eye
crashing threw all that is good and honest
screaming into the nothingness of betrayal.
Twists and turns as the little light remains.
To swell the emtyness in my heart and mind
the beating beating rythmical beating blind
enter the soul with parchment pressed to the ear.
Stumbling threw the madness of fear,fear
entering the emptyness of the bounding silence
bought on by the constant ryme of life.
Threw the eyes of the cells the ears of the heart
broken by the trembling and the cold of light
then the known warmth of the calm from sleep.
Awaking into the reality of nothingness
leading to the capacity of love hate and again
Fear yes the fear of deception of a broken head
smashed on the steps of dreary warm death lies.
Then comes the reality of lifes real game
Gone before perception of love and war.
Taken away in the blink of an eye
crashing threw all that is good and honest
screaming into the nothingness of betrayal.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Old fashioned shack and the Gundagai flood
I had to go to Gundagai to let the insurance assessors into the house. This is weeks after the flood. I was shocked to see the water damage. Mould has grown on the roof walls and floor, The lining is coming away from the roof in the kitchen and one of the bed rooms the walls are now with bends and the floor is wavy and far from flat. I thought the people would have moved out in the last month but "O" no they were moving back in rent free. I put my foot down and gave then 24 hours to vacate. I have never seen people who are so lazy. They removed the draw in the kitchen as they didn't have anything to pack the stuff into and took the entire draw leaving a hole where the draw was, didn't think I would notice.
I did a posting once on what to do with a dead cat, of course put it in the refrigerator. Here is another one more grusom than that. What do you do with a dead baby? Put it in an esky under the house, I got a my mate Harry to pick up some scrap metal and there was a fridge in amongst the steel, HE ASKED IF THERE WAS ANY BODIES IN THE FRIDGE AND WAS SERIOUS. Then he related the above story to me apparently factual and was in the papers just after I moved to Nowra. There is sink holes in the yard and I am hoping that is all they are. I wont be doing any gardening as one never knows what is going to be dug up. I am not a gardener and I think this to be a good thing in Gundagai. Turns out I got the tenents from the story. It took me two days to clean out the two sheds which are twenty by ten feet. Nothing like a good clean out of ones possessions like sweeping the mind clean. I have even put heaps of stuff on eBay and to my surprise it is getting good results.
I know I preach being happy and looking on the bright side and this took its toll on the senses. This turns out to be one of life's trying times but was a blessing in disguise. No tenants
I did a posting once on what to do with a dead cat, of course put it in the refrigerator. Here is another one more grusom than that. What do you do with a dead baby? Put it in an esky under the house, I got a my mate Harry to pick up some scrap metal and there was a fridge in amongst the steel, HE ASKED IF THERE WAS ANY BODIES IN THE FRIDGE AND WAS SERIOUS. Then he related the above story to me apparently factual and was in the papers just after I moved to Nowra. There is sink holes in the yard and I am hoping that is all they are. I wont be doing any gardening as one never knows what is going to be dug up. I am not a gardener and I think this to be a good thing in Gundagai. Turns out I got the tenents from the story. It took me two days to clean out the two sheds which are twenty by ten feet. Nothing like a good clean out of ones possessions like sweeping the mind clean. I have even put heaps of stuff on eBay and to my surprise it is getting good results.
I know I preach being happy and looking on the bright side and this took its toll on the senses. This turns out to be one of life's trying times but was a blessing in disguise. No tenants
Monday, January 30, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Respect and denial
Some years ago I was invited to a white man's corroboree on a borra ring in Gundagai which I promptly refused. On the day this was to happen I left town and headed for Holbrook some hundred miles to the south all the time the hairs were standing on my back. Shivers invaded my body even though it was warm. I stayed there til dusk and slowly made my way back.
That would be like me going into the catholic church and having a corroboree stamping the floor til the dust rose.
When the sun fell from the horizon the skies above Gundagai lit up like the devils Calderon, Feeling some sort of nervousness which I can not explain even to this day, I was stopped in my tracks so to speak and had to stop the car. Watching from a distance of fifty miles to the south of town I waited til late into the night. Before the lights dissipated. This was long after the sun had gone and the stars were shining on a cool crisp night. The following day I found my dog dead having been hit with a car I forgot to take him with me. Another dog replaced him and was killed on the exact same spot.
Now this was before I found about my aboriginal heritage, even things from early in my life now start to make sense.
As a child of about four I was playing with deadly brown snake babies with my gentle touch I had no fear. Then there was the time when a wild stallion came to the house yard trying to take the mares. He bolted into the home paddock and stopped inches from me and rared up swinging his hooves about me.
My uncle who was a fantastic horseman could not move the stallion from over me and was so afraid I would have been trampled by this giant of a horse.
Then I am told about what happens to white child who was borne to a black family , they were promptly adopted out. I was darker than my siblings and was called the black sheep of the family to my face., Also I was told that I had to live up to my surname shit my name was my name. I had to live up to myself, The impossible and ridiculous goals I had set for me.
Since the parting of my parents I have got one phone call in ten years from my siblings, and this was to tell me to ring my adopted cousin as my aunt had died.
Respect and denial has been a part of my life for many years.
This from the "positive one" another name I was called.
I guess that I have now been enlightened and will never look back.
That would be like me going into the catholic church and having a corroboree stamping the floor til the dust rose.
When the sun fell from the horizon the skies above Gundagai lit up like the devils Calderon, Feeling some sort of nervousness which I can not explain even to this day, I was stopped in my tracks so to speak and had to stop the car. Watching from a distance of fifty miles to the south of town I waited til late into the night. Before the lights dissipated. This was long after the sun had gone and the stars were shining on a cool crisp night. The following day I found my dog dead having been hit with a car I forgot to take him with me. Another dog replaced him and was killed on the exact same spot.
Now this was before I found about my aboriginal heritage, even things from early in my life now start to make sense.
As a child of about four I was playing with deadly brown snake babies with my gentle touch I had no fear. Then there was the time when a wild stallion came to the house yard trying to take the mares. He bolted into the home paddock and stopped inches from me and rared up swinging his hooves about me.
My uncle who was a fantastic horseman could not move the stallion from over me and was so afraid I would have been trampled by this giant of a horse.
Then I am told about what happens to white child who was borne to a black family , they were promptly adopted out. I was darker than my siblings and was called the black sheep of the family to my face., Also I was told that I had to live up to my surname shit my name was my name. I had to live up to myself, The impossible and ridiculous goals I had set for me.
Since the parting of my parents I have got one phone call in ten years from my siblings, and this was to tell me to ring my adopted cousin as my aunt had died.
Respect and denial has been a part of my life for many years.
This from the "positive one" another name I was called.
I guess that I have now been enlightened and will never look back.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
belonging
Belonging
Good to stay where you belong.Having been up rooted all my life to have a place to call home would be something, It takes years to develop a circle of friends. I know there is some countries that are in termoil and are under persecution and I must admit that this would be a great strain on lifes activities. I personally would like to live in Canada Russia or China. I don't know why but these are the countries that appeal to me. These countries to me seem to be the freest places to be able to do as one likes.But in reality I may have made bad choises. What really makes ones life is the friends that you have and your communities that you have around you.
I know from experiences that people who have come to Australia have had it tough and the ones I have meet and got to know have been a blessing to have known.
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