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This is the conversation we must all engage in, particularly our elders, those say 60 years old or more: we have seen the changes in our lifetime – with our own eyes. And we are complicit either intentionally or not, in the consumption of fossil fuels. We need to spend whatever it takes to build Zero Carbon cities.

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Forewarned

On Monday the 29th of October, 2012, a tidal surge 13.9 feet high (the highest ever recorded) washed up and over the waterfront in Lower Manhattan, pushed forward by the superstorm Sandy. That same week, the storm destroyed large swathes of coastline from the New Jersey shore to Fire Island, while driving torrential rains, heavy snows, and powerful winds inland across the eastern U.S. and Canada. By the time the storm blew out, it had killed more than 100 Americans, made thousands homeless, left millions without power, and caused at least $50 billion…

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Mt Nebo

27 April: Amys 21st in Kingaroy.
normally would drive out Waatego Hiway then up Bris Valley thru Fernvale , decided to go through Mt Nebo, even though it was raining.
Stopped at Dr Reds, bought a few bottles of cordial, contd on to Mt Nebo for lunch.
Had mentioned to Marg I knew someone here, and as I got out of car, heard his name: Bill! Bill!
My thought: Bill! This is who I have come to meet
Amazing coincidence!!

My father’s glory

My father passed in August 2006.

He had been progressively deteriorating with Alzheimers over the 3 years since diagnosed, becoming frailer and more lost, but always a gentleman.  For the last 12 months, I had been the only one he recognised, and we would talk of long ago at Bargara, fishing and of his mother Minnie.  These he could remember well.

I was with him when he passed, it started as a terrible night, with him fighting for every breath – a lung infection was suffocating him.  I sat beside him in a lounge chair in the nursing home in Bundaberg, and dozed at times to the rasping, rhythmic breathing beside me, Dad’s mouth as wide open as he could, like a baby bird seeking nourishmnet from mother.

In the early hours, i was woken by a group of nurses.  I was to witness a significant dose of medication, as the Matron who administered it had to sign a Register, and although unbid, I was the family member witnessing this.  Dads breathing improved in the following hours, and i felt a sense of elation that he was getting better.  It must have been dawn when the rasping ceased altogether, to a very gentle amost imperceptible breath….

To my amazement, the dawn light filtering into that room came from behind my father’s head, and it is indescribable – golden and lacy.  Unable to think, I sat for what seemed like ages at the sight of my father’s glory, comforted by the feeling that he was cured of his illness.

A nurse came and offered my tea and toast, which i took out into the garden.  

My sister arrived before i had finished – Dad had passed away.  I was astounded at her distress, for in my mind, Dad had overcome his illness.

As for the Glory – I was to see something similar later, in the stained glass windows at St Mary’s Cathedral in Ipswich, at my grand-daughter’s christening.  The photo below is the closest I can find to what I saw and felt – the glory of the sunrise streaming from my father.  I have no doubt of the meaning of this, and it has given me great comfort in the dark times since his passing.

Jimmy: my first friend

I was raised by a dog, although Mum would contend otherwise.

  A beautiful black & white Border Collie,  Jimmy.  Jimmy ran free over the sand dunes and golf links at Bargara, where Dad was a green-keeper.  Jimmy arose before dawn & bathed his long flowing hair in Kelly’s Creek, salt-water, and never had fleas.  Jimmy took me on some of his adventures.  What a sight that must have been: a pre-schooler and a dog running naked & free over the golf links.  Jimmy was fenced in, but would dig under the fence, and take me with him.  We would greet the school bus, much to Mum’s horror.

Before the job on the links, Dad tried his hand at cane farming.  He dug a well, very difficult work as the thin black soil was weathered from the fresh basalt flows of The Hummock.  Many large rocks had to be shifted.  Jimmy and I accompanied him during Mum’s pregnancy.  Dad left me in Jimmy’s care and went down the well, only to find me playing happily with a very large brown snake on his return.  An innocent child offering no harm to the snake did not get bitten that day.  But Jimmy was reprimanded for his dereliction of duty.

 Jimmy accompanied me on all my Bargara adventures in the bush, often we’d swim in Kelly’s Creek after school. We always had to be home at 5, with dry clothes.  Our wet hair, and Jimmy’s wet coat, might have given us away, but Mum pretended not to notice, only the wet clothes.

We left Bargara when I was nearly 10 years old.  Dad told me Jimmy went to live on a farm, but we could never see him again.  There was much excitement in moving to Bundaberg from the coastal village of Bargara.  But when I asked Dad if we could visit Jimmy, I sensed from his awkward and inconsistent replies that something bad had happened.

I found out many years later Jimmy was shot by Dad.  It was what you did when you left a farm and moved to town, where a lively unrestrained Collie would have run amok.  I have only been able to speak about it since Dad has passed.  His is the greater loss… but for many years there was awkwardness around Jimmy our beloved free-spirited Collie

 

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