Saturday, October 22, 2011

Royal Visit

Queen Elizabeth II is due in Brisbane on Monday, and in honour of her visit, I am including here a declaration from her Coronation in 1953. This declaration, as is says, comes from Rosewood, a little country town just outside of Ipswich, in Queensland.

As a girl, I remember pledging allegiance to Queen and Country, every morning as part of the first lesson in class, despite going to school in the 1980s. We would stand behind our school desks, hand on heart, and look at the Coronation photo of our Queen (a portrait that was above every single blackboard in our school, as well as being in pride of place in the library), while saying our pledge, before we were allowed to sit down and start our school day. On a friday, we would sing "God Save the Queen" (the then national anthem of Australia), on parade, before marching (literally, army style) off to class, in rigid little lines of two abreast, one class at a time, starting with the infant school.

Oh! for the days.... :-)

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Saturday Movie Night

When I was a little younger than I am now, I used to keep Saturday nights free for what I thought of as "Saturday Movie Night". It didn't always involve a trip to the local cinema, more often it was a special night at home, in front of my tv, with a dvd and surround sound, plus something special for dinner.

It was meant to be my equivalent to a night out, without the cost or potential danger of actually "going out". As sad as that sounds, I've been living by myself for the last 10 years, and I don't drive, so going out at night can be quite dangerous, and I've never been keen on sitting in a cinema with someone behind you, kicking the living daylights out of your chair, or someone in front of you/beside you/behind you, who has seen the film before, and spends the entire movie telling their friend what is about to happen, IN A REALLY LOUD VOICE.

I think I must be getting old.

I spent last night (Saturday) watching the 1952 version of "Ivanhoe", (starring Robert Taylor, and Elizabeth Taylor), with my Dad.

And.I.Enjoyed.It.

Oddly, it was fun, hanging out with my Dad and our dogs, drinking tea, and watching an old film.

Am I officially old now? Or just learning to see my parents as equals and peers?


Monday, August 22, 2011

How the World was once viewed....


I found this map today. It's from an 1820 edition of a book called "The Missionary Register". I've added it here because it is interesting to see both how much they knew about the world back then, plus how different some of the country names were. Australia, for example, is listed as "New Holland", which is the name the Dutch gave to it back in the 1600s when they first landed on the Western Australian coast - long before British Settlement on the Eastern Coast! It is also interesting to see that Tasmania (Van Diemen's Land, back then) also got a look in on this map. Most contemporary maps of the time seem to forget our poor little triangle state off the south end of Australia.

I like old maps, old photos, old books. It gives me the chance to trundle through history after my own fashion.

I've recently rediscovered the joy that is "Time Team" (in other words, they have started broadcasting old episodes on Foxtel, and I finally have time to watch them again). I like this show. It, too, allows a person to look into the past. It's also a very nice way to get in some armchair archaeology.

When my sister and I were just girls, we used to spend our weekends (mostly Saturdays, as I recall) "digging" in our own back yard. Given the house was a Worker's Cottage, and most likely built by convicts back in the days when Brisbane had such poor individuals, it is little surprise that we found many, many convict-era things in our yard. I have no idea what happened to any of the spoils that we found - I can only hope that Dad kept them (bower bird that he is, he tends to keep most things!).

Anyway, things to do....

Saturday, July 23, 2011

Dad's Dog

This is Dad's big dog, who had the surgery yesterday. The little green arrow points to where the rib was that was causing all the hassle. You can actually see the dent in his side, where the rib curved under the others and (apparently) ended up lying against the diaphram.



This is the little blighter that was taken out of the dog yesterday. It's about three inches in length, and has an evil curve on it, plus one edge of it is razor sharp. No wonder he wasn't a very happy dog!


Dad says he's up and about today, running around (which he shouldn't be doing, but try telling a dog who's on pain meds to not run around, when they suddenly feel so great!), and acting like he's (in Dad's words) "King of the Hill".

I guess that means he's feeling much better now :-)

Friday, July 22, 2011

Dogs, Sheep, and other things

It's officially our coldest Winter on record this year, apparently. Or at least since 1915, so they tell us. All I know is that I, who have always preferred Winter over Summer, especially here in Queensland where it can get excessively hot, am now longing for a bit more warmer weather.

After the truly horrendous Summer we had, with the floods, and the cyclones and earthquakes and the like, Winter was likely to be cold, and it has certainly made a difference from wondering if you are going to be swept away with the next high tide, but I could do without the sub-zero temperatures and 6am starts.

As to the lambs - we've had five births now (one set of ultra-cute little twins, and three single births). The last lamb born is the only one I didn't get a photo of, I believe, which is a shame, as Dad found him the other day in the sheep pen. It looks as though he died in the night in one fashion or another. The thing about him, is that he was pure white in colour. Most of Dad's lambs have a bit of colour to them, even if it's just a bit of a yellow tinge. But he was pure white. In my books, that made him a bit special. :(

One of Dad's big dogs had to go to the vet today to have part of a rib removed, as it had grown at a funny angle and was set to puncture the diaphram if it wasn't removed. Poor little bugger was feeling very sorry for himself when we went to pick him up this afternoon! He's a sook at the best of time, but he was seriously doing the big sooky doggy eyes at us, and laying it on thick, as only a dog can! But hopefully he will have more freedom of movement after the stitches come out and he starts feeling more like himself.

I have photos of the rib (it's really cool!), but the cable for my camera isn't working, so I need to find another way to get the photos off my camera and onto my computer and then I promise to upload some.

Anyway...it's gonna get down to 4 degrees Celcius tonight, which is warm for here just at the moment. Brrrrrr....

Not looking forward to my dog wanting to go out at 6am for a wee, and Dad's horse kicking at the gate to be let into the house yard for his breakfast at 6.30am, but I am a sucker for the looks the animals give me, and they know it.

So I get out of bed at silly o'clock for the sake of the pets (or so I tell myself)....

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Oh how precious is life....



This beautiful little lamb was born on the 26th of May, around dinner time (sheep dinner time, so around 3-4pm, because Dad was locking up the sheep when he found this little guy and his mum, and he was only just newly born then).

I got to meet him yesterday, when Dad brought blushing Mum and wobbly little son up to meet us. He's all long hairy legs and huge ears at the moment, but he's as cute as anything, and I even got a cuddle with him, while his Mum looked on. She knows I'm no threat, as she's one of the ewes who come up to me for regular pats.

He's an absolute little darling, and I hope he is here for a long time to come. Here's to the first lamb born this year.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Books, Cyclones, Floods, more Cyclones, Virtual Overseas Travel

Firstly:

Books finished:

HERRIOT, JAMES
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If Only They Could Talk

HART, ROY
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Remains To Be Seen - A Chielf Inspector Roper Mystery


DOYLE, DEBRA & MACDONALD, JAMES D.
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Circle Of Magic - City By The Sea

LEWIS, C.S.
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The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

I know full well that I have read more books than that, but the past couple of months have been a bit all over the place. As posted in my last blog, we've had a fairly hefty flood here, followed very quickly by two cyclones up north, then an earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand, and now we are due another cyclone next week on the Queensland coast. So remembering which books I have and haven't read recently hasn't exactly been my top priority. Sorry. I will do my best to stick to my promise of blogging each book I read, but I know that some will just slip through the radar.

Now, on to more important (and fun) things.

With the help of the mighty Cyber-God, 'Google', I've been going on holiday! While I know that not everyone has been keen to have the Google Vans trundle down their streets, filming them in their natural habitat, for all the world to see, I have to admit, it does make a quiet weekend a whole lot more fun!

In honour of Ceramix, whose blog I regularly traverse, I decided today to turn my wandering cyber-feet in the direction of Reading, Berkshire.

I start my cyber-holiday with a quote, from a book rather famous in itself - "Three Men In A Boat", by Jerome K. Jerome:
"The river is dirty and dismal here. One does not linger in the neighbourhood of Reading."
Given I am travelling via electronic means, I cannot say with all honesty whether Mr Jerome's comment about the state of the river (I can only guess he meant the Kennett?) , and Reading itself is true, but from what I have seen, through the media of other people's photos, websites, and Google Maps itself, with both its aerial and street views, I quite like the place.

To be honest, this isn't my first cyber-trip across the great wide pond, to Reading. I have something of a devout love of history, and have spent many a happy afternoon looking into every nook and cranny for old documents, photos, stories, and histories of places around the world. So I have been to Reading via the ethernet before.

A lot of books and poems have been written about, based in, or have at least a fleeting reference to this place which is still, sadly, just a 'town'. Given its age, and history, surely it should be a city by now? But apparently you must have a cathedral for that to happen.

Which brings me to the first of my cyber-stops, Reading Abbey:





Now, I'm not going to give you an indepth history of the Abbey, or its sacking, its many uses over the years, or much at all about it beyond a few quick notes:

1. It was apparently founded in 1121 by King Henry I, who also happens to be buried there.

2. Both the first and last Monks of the Abbey were called Hugh. The latter one was also known as the Blessed Monk, who is sometimes said to haunt the Abbey Ruins.

3. The Abbey, at one time, was apparently used as a palace, also as a meeting place for Parliament in 1453, and eventually largely destroyed in 1538 by King Henry VIII.

4. A very lovely old piece of music, which holds a dear and long-standing place in my heart, having sung, performed, and arranged various versions of it, was written in the Abbey by one of the monks about 1240.

If you go here:

http://www.pteratunes.org.uk/Music/Music/Lyrics/summerisicumenin.html

you will find out the original lyrics, plus the more commonly known modern ones, and get to hear a nice little midi version if it. It is, of course, "Sumer Is Icumen In."

5. Part of the grounds of the old Abbey now house the Reading Gaol (famous, mostly, because it was once home to Oscar Wilde for a few years), also St James' Roman Catholic Church and Forbury Gardens are to be found within the boundaries of the old Abbey lands.

Wandering around the area of the Abbey, you can find street names like "Abbey Street", "Abbey Square", and "Abbot's Walk", all of which you would expect in the vicinity of an Abbey.

The bit marked with a green square is what is left of the Abbey Ruins, shown from above (thanks to Google Maps). Not much left of something that DOMINATED the landscape, once upon a time:


Even though the second picture is a bit small and hard to work out, if you look at the general shape of Reading Abbey in the first picture, then mentally lay that over the Google Map, you will see just how BIG the Abbey grounds were!

Down the road just a little bit, is Forbury Gardens, where you will find the Maiwand Lion. Ceramix blogged about it here:

http://ukceramix.blogspot.com/2010/04/maiwand.html


It also is where you will find the Forbury Mound, which is apparently where, if it were to be dug up, you would find the remains of a castle and a motte.

I know this because I spent half the morning researching the Reading Castle, having found various streets in Reading which seemingly refer to a castle that once (or twice or thrice) stood in Reading.

One appears to have been built in - against religious decree, I might add - the actual grounds of the Abbey itself. This is the one that is probably to be found under the Forbury Mound. The Royal Berkshire History page states:

At the time of the Civil War between Henry I's daughter, the Empress Matilda and her cousin, King Stephen, Reading Abbey was still being built. The latter apparently constructed a motte and bailey castle in its grounds, possibly to harass Wallingford, though this was a little distant. It was destroyed by the Empress' son (later Henry II) in 1153. The remains of the motte can still be seen in the Forbury Gardens (which take their name from the Castle: the Fore-Borough). Castle Hill and Street in Reading probably take their names from the ancient ruin of a Roman Villa in the area.

Another, much older one, has a few possible locations.

According to one site on the history of Reading:
(http://www.localhistories.org/reading.html)

The Normans built a wooden castle in Reading. It was later replaced by a stone castle. The king demolished the castle in 1152, fearing it might fall into the hands of his enemies.

William the Conqueror also gave land west of the town and the rents from 29 houses in Reading to Battle Abbey in Sussex. The land was later given to Reading Abbey but a lane called Battle Lane existed for centuries and the name lives on in Battle hospital.

Another site (the Reading Borough Libraries site, no less), states:
"Reading certainly once had at least one castle, possibly more.....The obvious location, from the place name, would be Castle Hill, somewhere near where Berkshire Record Office is now. This would overlook the west side of Reading, the road towards Newbury and Castle Street leading up towards it......."
Tudor historian and antiquarian John Leland, on his visit to Reading around 1540, found himself in much the same position as I am right now - trying to find where this castle is!
“There was a castelle in the Saxons Tyme in this town and the name of castelle streat yet remaynithe lying from east to west to pass to Newbyri. But I could not perceive or clerlie learne wher it stood. But by all lykelhood at the west ende of Castelle streat, and as sum think about the place of execution.”
("There was a castle in the Saxon's Time in this town and the name of castle street yet remaining lying from east to west to pass to Newbury. But I could not perceive or clearly learn where it stood. But by all likehood at the west end of Castle street, and as some think about the place of execution.")
“It is very likely that a peace of the abbey was builded of the ruins of it; peradventure it stood where the abbey was.”
Reading Borough Libraries has a very interesting article about the Reading Castle (from which I procured the above quotes):

http://www.readinglibraries.org.uk/services/local/readingcastle.htm

After having read the above article thoroughly, I am still none the wiser as to the location of the castle, or why there is a street called Castle Hill in Reading, but it's been an interesting journey nonetheless!

I have discovered that there are many places in Reading that I am fast becoming rather fond of. It is a town of much history, even being mentioned in the Doomsday Book. It is, indeed, rather old by my young Australian standards :-)

As I found out during a 'let's play tourist in our own town' visit to Brisbane last year, history is generally to be found if you look UP. A walk through the Queen Street Mall in Brisbane is proof of that. At ground level it is all modern and spacky, but if you just look up, you will see that a lot of the old facades are still there to be seen, complete with their years of birth (or the concrete building equivalent), and often, with the original names (or what they were once called, like "The Bank of New South Wales").

Reading seems to be a lot like that.

Take Broad Street, for example. Currently home to Waterstones Bookshop, John Lewis Department Store, Marks and Spencers, Sainsburys, and a whole bunch more chain stores, it is now a pedestrian Mall, much like our own Queen Street Mall.

But back in its day, it was a whole lot different.

Waterstones Bookshop, for starters, was, previously, the Broad Street Independent Chapel, which dates back to 1707, although the frontage only dates to 1892:


Down Broad Street a bit, you are likely to trip over the entrance to the Oracle Shopping Centre. While I'm not totally sure where the original Oracle Workhouse was, I do know that at least part of the Oracle Shopping Centre was built over the top of where it once stood.

What a forbidding place that would have been! A great gaping black hole into hell.....


Broad Street, at one stage, was also a battleground.

The Battle of Broad Street (also known as The Battle of Reading) was fought here in 1688, during the "Glorious Revolution".

There are many such places in Reading, and its surrounding areas. Far too much to go into in just a single trip.

While I have not finished my cyber-visit to Reading, I am, however, finished for today. But I will come back soon and continue where I left off.


Monday, January 17, 2011

Floods, book list, life in general

As you are probably aware, Brisbane (and 75% of the rest of Queensland) has been under flood of late. That has meant that things like blog entries have gone by the wayside, as has reading books and the like.

That said, now that the clean-up has commenced, I can start to get back to life as we know it.

The floods that we have here in South East Queensland (and in Brisbane in particular) are supposed to be a once in a lifetime occurence. But what most people don't quite realise is that the average life span of 70 years is slowly increasing, so what used to be a once in a lifetime thing is now likely to be more than that. Having been born 4 months before the 1974 floods of Brisbane, for me, this is my second time around, and I have no doubt that I will see Brisbane flood again before my life is over. It comes with the territory if you live in the Brisbane area. These people who say it came as a surprise haven't done their research. You only have to delve into the annals of history to see that Brisbane has been flooding in a major sort of way every 70-odd years and in a less major sort of way every 30-35 years. And it's been 37 years since the last massive flood (1974), so we were well and truly due for one.

The Sunday Mail (our local Queensland newspaper of a Sunday) had a picture in the editorial page:


It is a rather fitting illustration for those of us who live in the district. IF ONLY. If only we had had the forethought after the last major floods to build levies along the banks of the river. If only we had looked around us at the rest of the world and perhaps taken into account that we are not the only place on the face of the planet to flood, and so learn from other places that have gone through this. If only we had listened to our weather forecasters when they told us months ago that we were likely to have some serious flooding this storm season (Dec-Feb). But we didn't. My Grandmother suggested on the phone today that we should look to London where they have the big concrete things in the middle of the Thames to help alleviate flooding. If a woman in her late 80s can look around her and see that we need to change how we look at our lovely city, then what is wrong with the people we are supposed to turn to in times of disaster?

However, to be fair, our Premier, Anna Bligh, has well and truly outdone herself. She has been the beacon we needed her to be. In times of need, we as Australians turn to those in power. Sometimes they are there for us, other times they aren't. This time, "hard-hat Anna" was there. Even our previous Prime Minister, Kevin Rudd, was to be found on the streets of Brisbane helping people get what they could out of their houses before the floods hit, and then he was also to be found helping with the massive clean up afterwards. While our current PM was to be seen in Queensland territory, to be brutally honest, she turned up to tour the area. I doubt very much that she mucked in like our Anna or our Kev did. That said, we saw a hell of a lot more of her than we did the Opposition Leader, Tony Abbott. Either way, we were glad to see our first female Prime Minister take our floods seriously. I suppose not having been born in Queensland (like Anna, and Kevin and our Lady Governer General all were) means she can be more distant from the whole thing, and not get quite so involved.

It seems that at a time like this, Brisbane, Queensland is leading all the news all over the world. For a place that is generally listed by the BBC as "a far northern suburb of Sydney", or as being "on the far northern reaches of Sydney",(neither of which is true) it's been a joy to see that Queensland is getting noticed for once. Even if it has to be under such sad circumstances. Perhaps people will remember that we exist after this....

Now, onto more important things.

Books finished:

LEWIS, C.S.
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The Magician's Nephew

FAULKNOR, CLIFF
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White Calf

I also know I have finished another book, but I cannot remember what it is called!


Books currently reading:

LEWIS, C.S.
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The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe

PRATCHETT, Terry

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Going Postal

HIGH, Philip E.
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Speaking of Dinosaurs

MYERS, Edward
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The Mountain Made of Light

BARNARD, Ellsworth
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War and The Verities


This last book, War and The Verities, is a non-fiction book. My copy has a stamp inside the cover saying it came from the Parliamentary Library of Queensland, and was entered into their collection on the 26th June, 1940. It is about whether we should fight in the current war (WW2 was only in its infancy at the time the book was written in 1940), and why exactly both England and America chose to fight in it. While only being a small book, it is a very interesting one, and shows how differently the world thinks now, compared to then.

As to other things going on -

Due to the floods, I was unable to get back to my place in the Caboolture Shire to collect the rest of my stuff, but thankfully my house survived, and did not flood. Now that the roads are beginning to open and public transport systems are starting up again, I should get up there soon to finish what I started so many months ago!

As of the last posting, we had a sick ewe. She has since died, but a lot of the other ewes we have are very very pregnant, so we should soon have some cute little lambs running around.

My time spent with the horse has resulted in some serious bonding between us, plus the problem of his being rather possessive of me, to the point that he follows me around like some over-grown love-sick puppy! But he's very sweet, and very gentle.

One of my cats, Mr Vampire Teeth, has a growth of some sort on his neck. Dad had a look today and we gave him a shot for it, but it resulted in some puncture wounds for me from his claws. The growth, I should say, is from a fight he's had with one of the other cats, and the skin has grown over it. Really, it needs to be lanced, but we will see how the shot he was given goes first.

The dogs, like the people, are going stir-crazy, unable to get out and about, unable of late, to even go for a walk/run in the sunshine. But now that our beloved Sun has returned to us, I am able to take my silly woofy one, and his friends for long walks around the property. Some good had to come of all the havoc of the past month, surely!

I will post again when I have finished more books, or have more to say. Until then....