Gundagai house

 This is in the kitchen under the new roof I had put up by the local plumber.

 This shows the seperation of the western wall from the house.

 This shows the roof sagging in the middle .Note the ends are higher that the middle.

 This shows the house has moved about an inch from the foundation.

 The door in the bathroom this section of the house is new.

 Separation of the western wall about full size the gap is the dark area.

 Concrete crack on the rear verandah. The piece is about a 1/4 of a ton.

 Moisture on the floor in the bedroom the carpet to the left is saturated with water.

 The stain are from mold on the ply covering.

 Mold is every where.

This shows the wall in the bedroom with the separation of the plywood. Yes all I have to do is wash the walls and give them a coat of paint me thinks not.

6/7/2012 return to Gundagai

I returned to the imagineering -engineering home site to survey the land and go back to the times of the chooks Jenny Henny and Penny. The chook shed was gone found in the creek where the flood of March 2012 left it. The stench was gone in the yard and the grass was cut by my neighbor. The scars have been left on the people as they all still tell stories and yarns but drift back to the flood and how some escape or excitement prevailed at the time. The tenants have left and now have a new baby delivered at the height of the flood. There are large releases from the dams at the moment to supply the irrigation properties further down the river.
Thoughts turn to the Platypus and River rats (Australian Otter) that lost there homes and lives with no form of social security as those from other countries around the world, get aid from Australians.

My neighbor has burnt the flotsam that was left behind from the flood waters  from homes from further up the river. Old lounges and sheds and the like, prised possessions from others like myself . Yes the scars from the flood are slowly dwindling. Then my eyes turn to the house the chimney in the lounge room is tilting. Closer inspection reveals the true nature of the damage. The outer walls are twisted not straight the iron on the roof is lifting and popping the nails.  Then I notice the roof on the east side of the house has dropped in the middle taking away the fall to nearly flat.
On the last visit I was in shock and never noticed all the damage as my time was taken up with nailing the roof and cleaning the sheds of the mud and wet contents.
 Again my neighbor had removed the bulk of the materials. How lucky I was to have such friends to have all this work done and more that I haven't even noticed, but now I enter the house and the shock takes over me the house is a shambles. The house is sopping wet, the mold has even taken over in every area even the parts that remained dry and the stench still remains. Walls and ceilings being made from ply wood have all delaminated, doors don't close and door jams out of shape. My friend whom I had bought with me to help photograph the damage, saw what my eyes did not want to see. He pointed out that the walls have separated from the internal walls at the bottom because the foundations have moved. The house rafted at the height of the flood and settled back on the foundations with the associated movement. Then we went back to the roof and climbed up the home made ladder,  to find all the nails popping and even the tech screws pulling out, the roof felt soft under foot so we climbed back down to the safety of the squishy ground. We went back in the house and the built in washing machine had been looted probably with other stuff that is not noticed.
I feel so lucky that I had moved to Nowra and not been involved in the flood in full swing as I was in the 1956 flood in Belengen on the north coast of NSW.
The house was insured but the building was not built to Australian standards of the 1990s was old (1890) The roof was leaking and all the other things that they can think of.
 Insurance is something that you pay a premium for, and this it is to stop you having a substantial financial loss as what has happened to me. I have suffered a large loss of income from the house being unlivable and the loss of rent.
Yes straight talk is out the door and criminal talk is of suing and strife. My best insurance was my gracious neighbors. God bless them all......Cheers

New concept car

Driving a car by removing CO2 from the air is a reality one that can be done. The reality is the world is not ready for this technology as the technology can be used for war. The process is extremely simple to make by any backyard operation as I have found. The secret will remain safe and will not be developed in my life time as the dangers it can unleash are devastating.  Cheers Professor Iggle

Brutality

Bulli public school.1959 at the age of 9, I was beaten by one school teacher by the name of Gardner. He systematically abused and beat the children in his care mainly the boys. Every day I was beaten by this man  a criminal in his own right on a daily basis. I was scared for life and have had to deal with the psychological problems ever since. Today is the first time that I have spoken of the treatment dished out by this man. This set the scene for the rest of my life when I worked as an apprentice at Australian Iron and Steel pty.ltd. I again was beaten by older apprentices and greased with Black Jack a tar like lubricant rubbed on my genitals. The only way to remove the materials was to bath myself with Kerosene with the result of dermatitis for many years to follow. I was lucky as I loved my trade and never had much time with women as the brutality effected my inner being and my whole life. As the effect lasted I would apply for jobs that had a high risk of death attached to compensate for my emotional failings. In the end being buried up to my chest in a coal mine under the underground coal bins when the coal slumped out of the bottom of the bins. The last incident I was hit by a piece of stone bouncing from a belt transfer point which knocked me unconscious and ending my working life.
What a relief.

Lets give some more

Heavy lift aircraft Boats and police stations for Indonesia. When will we look after our own people?
The roads in Sydney are third world . Mental health incarcerate people whom are against the Labor government  of Julia Gallard with more money to do the governments bidding. Yes the people are fed up with the give a ways of this government. It is the peoples money that they are giving away. You know those whom pay taxes. It is about time we in Australia get some benefits from our taxes. I have heard is said that we have the first woman prime minister but she may also be the first political assassination which would be a crime against the Australian people and the Australian way.

Eves betrayal

Back in the days when Adam was a boy Eve tricked him into eat the apple, Before this the snake conned Eve also to eat the apple. Now this wouldn't have happened in Australia as the the traditional original owners of the land would have eaten the

 snake!

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.