Abandoned dwellings? Perhaps: Silent Sunday

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# Weekend Coffee Share: 18th February 2017

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Welcome and come on in and have a cup of coffee.  Let’s sit outside until it gets too hot. There is a gentle breeze blowing and the orchestra of birds are creating a new composition mixing one bell note with another. It reminds me of going to church on Tanna where the sexes segregated themselves by their own choice. One person would start singing a hymn. Another voice would join in and then another and another until a full, perfectly tuned choir would crescendo vibrating the small, termite holed church.

2If we were having coffee I’d tell you Vanuatu is uppermost in my mind at the moment. I have completed my revisions and apart from doing a final editorial check I am ready to resubmit. That will leave a fairly big hole in my life. We do have the move coming up and then we will have all those things you want to do when you move into a new place and the things you find that you don’t want to do but have no choice – but those aside I know I have to have a major project in my life and  it is time this memoir was published. It is so close to finished and my modus operandii is to finish nothing. Even the washing up I always leave a spoon unwashed. ‘Nightmare in Paradise’ is about to be finished. I hope if you see I’m faltering you’ll give me some gentle pressure or a reminder as to my aim.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you my week has been good, with nothing memorable to make it stand out. I attended a research day at the uni and caught up with some fellow students that came from Brisbane that I only see at conferences and the odd day like this. I went to our art appreciation class at U3A and I almost forgot, I received the President’s award at toastmasters on Monday night for an impromtu speech I did on how I would make my husband notice me on Valentine’s Day. Despite this gentle reminder Valentines Day came and I forgot about it until reminded in the dog park by someone going to a St Valentines party. Interesting concept and we haven’t seen him again to hear whether there was an ulterior motive to the party. I asked my husband when we left the dog walker had he remembered and he said “yes.” “Did you get me a present then?” I asked only to be told ” No I knew you would forget.” I don’t need a special day to tell my husband I love him. We are going out tonight though for a romantic dinner.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you I reviewed Harp in the South by Ruth Park  on Monday and this coming week I will review The Sitter. I am currently reading The museum of modern love by Heather Rose. I haven’t been to the theatre. I posted the second in my cruising series on Tuesday and will do the third this coming week.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that finally the weather has cooled a little although still hot. So far we haven’t had the dreadful fires that they have been having around Canberra where a number of houses have been lost, nor the dreadful storms that hit north of Sydney to the Hunter. Stay safe everyone.

If we were having coffee I’d ask you how your week has been? What books are you reading? Is there any evidence of spring for those in the Northern Hemisphere?

I’d like to thank you for dropping in and keeping me company and also Nerd in the Brain for hosting our coffee weekend. To visit others opening their doors to coffee on the weekend go here.

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Against the Odds:Weekly Photo Challenge

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Life itself is against the odds. For each fertilization the odds are definitely against the billion of sperm that attempt the feat that only one will be lucky enough to achieve.

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From that point on we battle the odds, surviving the perils life throws at us, seemingly against the odds.

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But for all of us, one day we lose our gamble against the odds and those odds win.

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Unless you think, something just came up.

In response to the weekly photo challenge

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Skywatch Friday 17th February 2017 Noosaville 6.01pm

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In response to Skywatch Friday where those around the world show their skies

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Coffee in the Florists Shop: Floral Friday

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I’ve had coffee in bookstores and bakeries but never in a florist shop. Not only was the smell of the coffee and cakes enticing but the sweet aroma from the blooms put me into seventh heaven.

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Le rouge et le Noir: Thursday’s Special

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Le rouge et le noir

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Black and red

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Impossible to find except in the sky

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so little bits of colour I had no choice but to include.

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In response to Paula’s Thursday’s Special where she has the most glorious red and black. Take a look.

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Goodbye Sydney: Wordless Wednesday

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Embarking: First Impressions/First Activities

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We left home and the minute our road trip began we stopped worrying about the dogs, Mum and all the stresses we’d been going through. All we concerned ourselves with was getting to Sydney, catching up with some friends and boarding at midday on the 19th. We did vaguely wonder if we should have purchased land trips through the ship and the alcohol package. We had done neither. As we wereon Baja Deck (deck 11) we were amongst the first to board. Our first sighting of the ship made us realise what a mammoth monster it was.

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Almost like my bag. I could barely lift it so it was lucky it wheeled well. We dropped our luggage off and headed for a cup of coffee and a bon voyage from our friend. We left her to join the queue.

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I was glad we were boarding early as the lines would have only got longer as they time got later. They had it down to a fine art however and we were shepherded in quickly moving succession from immigration control, identity labelling (which we later found replaced our passport in all future ports of call and acted as our money whilst on board), customs and then on board. It wasn’t long before

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before we found ourselves at our cabin door being greeted by balloons and poster wishing us a Happy Anniversary.

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Inside more anniversary gifts and an invitation to join the captain at a function for celebrating people. I fell in love with my cabin immediately. A king bed, protected from suitcases with a rubber mat, a huge walk in wardrobe

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television, desk and of course our balcony. The tiny bathroom was well set up and the water from the shower came in a strong hot jet. I later found out that the ship was designed with ecology in mind. The water was provided by the ship’s desalination plant and kept in the hold. This acted as ballast and kept the ship so stable. Only once did we roll so greatly that the water did not have time to move to the other side quickly enough to keep it on an even keel. The ship can create more fresh water than the passengers and crew can use. The surplus is bartered as wharf fees and offloaded at ports. This is particularly welcome at ports in drought, areas of low rainfall and otherwise lacking a clean water supply.

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I thought I would enjoy sitting out on the balcony and perhaps I would have if we had been sailing to another destination. New Zealand turned out to be both very cold and very windy. I did enjoy having it as we were entering and leaving ports.

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The birds eye view we got from being so high up gave me images of the opera house, Sydney Harbour Bridge and Fort Denison that I had not previously seen.

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It also gave me the opportunity to keep an eye on the bridge and I took to taking photographs as soon as I woke and on sunset each day of the activity in the bridge.

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We unpacked and watched our departure from Sydney Harbour. Our first compulsory activity was to do an emergency drill.

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We had our muster stations – ours was the Princess theatre – where we turned up in response to the emergency blasts on the horn all carrying our life jackets. Demonstrations were given and unlike being in a plane, we all had to have a go. The Captain had a word of welcome and some words re evacuation likelihood. He told us it was extremely unlikely we would have to abandon ship but if we ever saw him in his blonde wig, dress and high heels running down the corridors we should be thinking of following for he was a firm believer in women and children first.

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Being released from the theatre, it was time to go exploring.

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The Harp in the South: Australian Book Review

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Ruth Park, a New Zealander, married to well known  Australian author D’Arcy Niland (who wrote the Shiralee) wrote Harp in the South in response to a competition with a prize of 2,000 pounds. She had tried to persuade her husband to enter but he was too busy so she wrote it on a trip home to New Zealand on her mother’s kitchen table whilst her mother minded her two children. Wouldn’t you love to be able to pen a best seller that has not been out of print since 1948 in a matter of two weeks.

The novel won the prize and in addition to the money, Angus and Robertson Booksellers had pledged to publish the winning entry. The narrative followed an Irish Australian family who lived at 12 and a half Plymouth Lane Surrey Hills which in those days were the slums of Sydney. Angus and Robertson’s did their best to wheedle their way out of publishing the manuscript as it was written by a woman treating subjects concerning women in a sensitive, kindly way with no judgement present. It is credited with a government move to inject money into the slum a few years later and was on the school reading list when I went to school and I believe still is today. I did not read it at that time doing instead Merry Go Round in the Sea (set in Western Australia) by Randolf Stowe. Another book I’d recommend.

Harp in the South follows an Irish catholic family consisting of devout Mum Ruth, her wayward yet well-meaning alcoholic husband Hughie and their two daughters Rowena (a young woman suffering love and its consequences who finally falls in love with a part aboriginal boy ) and Dolour a younger daughter (who ends up hating Rowena’s fiance as he takes her place in Rowena’s heart.  Also ever present is the son Thaddy who disappeared as a six year old, and pipe smoking whiskey swilling Grandma whom the nuns love to visit to hear about Ireland.They have two lodgers – the protestant alcoholic Mr Diamond and an unmarried mother and her mentally disabled son. Other characters include the local Madam, the Chinese grocer and a Swedish organ grinder, and the school nuns.

What set this book apart was the issues it dealt with at the time which are still issues today and thus not only does this book give us a glimpse into a historical period of Surrey Hills but also makes us look in a caring, non-judgemental way at issues such as abortion, prostitution, bringing up children, alcoholism, mixed marriage, the angst between Roman Catholics and protestants (which I can remember from my own childhood), slum living and the importance of education. She does not write of these issues with retribution in mind eg Rowena’s unfortunate love affair with Tommy who does not see her again once she slept with him, leaving her pregnant and desperate. She plans to have an abortion but gets frightened by the preceding girls’ screams and leaves only to lose the baby when she is attacked by a group of sailors. In a normal book from this age this would have left her unable to find love and if she did unable to have children. Instead she does have a beautiful baby to Charlie her husband. Park writes with affection for her characters and great humour and although she makes sure we understand the squalor including the bed bugs we are never left feeling totally miserable as I did when I read Frank McCourt’s Angela’s Ashes. 

Her memoirs A Fence around the Cuckoo (a coming of age memoir) and Fishing in the Styx lend some insights into the writing of the Harp in the South (particularly the latter which deals with her own life in Surrey Hills as a young married mother and her Irish Australian husband and his family. I have read both of these books and enjoyed them thoroughly. She wrote a sequel Poor Man’s Orange  (which I haven’t read) and over 20 years later a prequel Missus which I have read. This tells of Hughie and his brother growing up in country NSW. I enjoyed it as well. The three books are sold as a trilogy but are stand alone novels.

Harp in the South is available on Amazon where it is described:

“An Australian classic, this is the story of the Darcy family who live in the Depression era tenements of Surry Hills, Sydney.

Hugh and Margaret Darcy are raising their family in Sydney amid the brothels, grog shops, and run-down boarding houses of Surry Hills, where money is scarce and life is not easy.

Filled with beautifully drawn characters that will make you laugh as much as cry, this Australian classic will take you straight back to the colourful slums of Sydney with convincing depth, careful detail, and great heart.” Amazon

Would I recommend this book: Most definitely

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Hiking Hard: Silent Sunday

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