Cairns or Markers of Humanity?: Silent Sunday

Posted on October 30, 2016 by Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.

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6 Responses to Cairns or Markers of Humanity?: Silent Sunday

Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:

October 30, 2016 at 7:58 am

I love coming across these kinds of human leavings, even if we don’t know how they were intended. The anonymous factor lends an Everyman quality.

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  November 2, 2016 at 6:19 pm
  
  This was such a desolate spot and the stone markers, no matter what their purpose, led a decidedly spooky feel to the place. Maybe not spooky so much as spiritual in some strange way.
  
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  - Sharon Bonin-Pratt says:
    
    November 3, 2016 at 1:06 am
    
    Sort of a non-permanent footprint – “I was here and saw the beauty but this is the only mark I’m leaving and it will go away soon.” As my dad used to say – “Don’t leave any trash behind.”
    
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  - Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
    
    November 4, 2016 at 8:56 am
    
    Good on your Dad.
    
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Paula says:

November 2, 2016 at 4:16 am

How are doing Irene?

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- Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist says:
  
  November 4, 2016 at 10:17 am
  
  Hi Paula, going well thanks. Meant to get in an entry last night but my word press played up. It might get in today. Hope you had a good break and caught up on all you had to do. See you soon.
  
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