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From Brighton
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to Sydney
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melodious sounds whilst seated are made
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whilst sometimes it is just the audience that sits.
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Some await both musician and listener
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but one things for sure sitting listening to musics a pleasure.
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And sometimes they sit, music perhaps a far off wish.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge
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.
Awesome set of guitars. I love that photo of the lone piano and the cheesy signs around it. Those messages are just what I needed to read right now. ❤
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Glad to give you the message you needed right at this minute. Cheese works – sometimes.
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Love the tuba photo. Wonderful gallery of photos for this week. 😀
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Thanks Cee.
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What is the white onion-towered building in first photo? So beautiful.
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Brighton Pavillion U.K. now I think known as The Royal Pavillion. It was built as a seaside residence for George IV who liked the Indian style of building. A bit of exotica where he could entertain discretly his long time companion. A couple of royals on – Queen Victoria did not like it and Brighton purchased it, where it has served time as a hospital and now open to the public as a museum highlighting George IV. Roger and I were good friends but not going out at this time but the band on the lawn was the Patcham brass band. This was the small town (now a suburb) near Brighton where Roger grew up so I took that photo for him.
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So roger was born in U.K but you were born in Australia, am I right?
Interesting story about the pavilion – I never knew about it.
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Yes you are right. He was a ten pound pom coming out by boat when he was about 20 as a lark with a few friends. They were only planning on staying the compulsory 2 years and then go back but all but one ended up staying.
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Very lucky for both of you.
What is a ten pound pom?
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It was an assisted migration scheme that started at the end of the 2nd world war. England was depressed with housing shortages and post war rationing, Australia was sparsely populated and desperate for immigrants. However we had a white Australia Policy so Asian and African people weren’t accepted. The British and Australian govts hatched this scheme where the immigrant paid 10 pounds (free for children) and their passage was paid by the govts. They were also guaranteed accomodation on arrival. If they went back before 2 years they had to pay full fare. Around 1.5 million people came this way. In the first year of operation 400,000 British people applied. Of course when they got here it seemed like the back of beyond and didn’t live up to the dreams of what they were coming to. Approx 1/4 returned after 2 years. These Brits (ten pound poms) were unhappy and complaining and became known as whingeing poms. Of those that went back half of them discovered they missed Australia and returned again. These were known as boomerang poms.
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You’ve got some interesting history Down Under. We speak the same language and I still don’t always understand you. But I love all the culture, art, and history of your country, Irene.
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LOL. We had an American nurse come to work in ICU. At handover it was amazing the number of language differences that made understanding her quite difficult, but when you think of the differences between states in language and even suburbs it makes sense that between countries the divide has to be there.
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I should say a pom is slang for Englishman. Not sure where the term came from but was first noted to be used if memory serves me well in our convict days and is possibly an abbreviated form of prisoner of his majesty. But the jury remains out.
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