Tuesday, September 30, 2025

It Cometh, To All

On our recent trip back to Victoria (August) we visited numerous family and friends, particularly in the Emerald /Cockatoo / Gembrook area where we lived for forty years until March 2021. There were many more people I'd have liked to visit but it was impossible, given our hectic schedule, to see all. 

 

My friend Vilma lives close to where we did in Gembrook and I called there without notice after we visited our old house. Lib wasn't with me at this stage, she went back with Rob to Emerald where we were staying after we checked out Agnes St. We were moved to see our our old garden, most trees still thriving but generally the surrounds were unkempt compared to how it was when we left. Vilma is 90 years old and a dear friend who always was warm and welcoming to me over a couple of decades. I picked in her garden and helped her with various gardening work extending to cleaning her spouting when her partner Josef was not well enough to climb up ladders. Josef is also a friend of mine, he was a neighbour of Vilma's and after his wife died he and Vilma hit it off and Joseph moved in and rented his house out. Josef is several years, maybe 10-15 younger than Vilma but who cares about that if it works.

 

When I called Josef was not home. He was at medical appointment and is waiting for a new hip operation. I was sorry to have missed him but Vilma was so obviously happily surprised to see me that any flatness I felt seeing our old abode disappeared. Despite her 90 years Vilma is as sharp as a tack with the same positive outlook that always lifted me no matter the weather or what foul circumstances may have been my lot at the time. Some people have that effect on you. During our discussion I told Vilma that I had befriended her daughter Julienne on Facebook after she popped up on my feed one day and I recognized the surname as the same as Vilma's. Julienne lived in Perth. On her FB I saw after a year or so she moved to Wangaratta, so I had a couple of messages with her over that, as I had lived and worked there for 5 years 1976-1981.

 

Then Julienne stopped posting. Months went by and I wondered why she wasn't posting. I PM'd her saying I hoped she was alright. No response. I did again a couple of months later with again no response. I told Vilma while we were catching up on things that I was friends with her daughter on FB but she'd stopped posting. Vilma's reply gave me a start.

 

"Oh. July died." Totally surprised, I asked what did she die from.

 

"She just died, in her house." I asked again what killed her.

 

"They don't know. She just died. It was her time to die. Her heart stopped. They found her on the floor." 

 

Vilma seemed quite composed about it although obviously sad. She said a policeman came to her door and sat in that chair there (pointing to it, next to hers) and told her. She said she asked the policeman could she ring one of her other daughters and tell her. He sat listening while Vilma told her July was dead and the daughter said, "I knew she was dead. I dreamed she was lying dead on the floor with blood coming from her head." The phone was on speaker so the policeman heard the conversation. Before leaving he wanted the other daughter's details, Vilma guessed because he found it a little strange. Nothing further came of it and it would seem likely it's possible people can dream things like that. That daughter did not live close to Julienne and there was no other way she could have known.

 

At least my mystery on why Julienne had gone quiet was answered. Another incident relating to Facebook comes to mind from earlier this year. A notification from a friend appeared in my feed.

 

"If you read this I'm dead." 

 

There was more by way of explanation but I can't recall it without hunting back. Ann Bolch had suffered from breast cancer and undergone chemo etc but she succumbed. She wrote her own last post on paper and asked her husband Tim to post it after she left us. That one shocked me, I had seen mention of her cancer earlier but only in a positive way approaching treatment.

 

When I look at my FB friends there are quite a number who are no longer with us, but I don't remove them as somehow them being there keeps them in my life and reminds me that it comes to us all sooner or later. No exceptions.   

 

 

 

Wednesday, July 09, 2025

Gaslighting

 The modern definition of gaslighting is a psychological manipulation technique in which a person tries to convince someone that their reality is untrue. It is a tactic often used by narcissists to gain control of their intended target.


I found that on Google, after looking up the word in my desk dictionary, The Australian Pocket Oxford Dictionary 1992 edition, which has no listing for the word at all. I concluded the Google definition is a recent interpretation of the word.


I looked it up because it's a word that's been frequently used over a few years now in interviews and discussion, often of a political nature, usually I think in the context of someone being harmed or betrayed in some way, but I never really knew how that was. I haven't heard it for a while, but now that I've learned the modern meaning of it, I suppose it'll mean the gaslighter is possibly a narcissist trying to manipulate the gaslit person's beliefs as a means to dominate them.


I confess that's still a bit difficult for me. I prefer by far my previous accepted version of the word, which coincides with the old dictionary I have, Websters Modern 20th century 1947 edition. It's a huge book that came from my grandmother Nanna Wilson originally to the farm when she came to live there in 1973, and somehow now sits in our "library". The pages are yellowed and the writing so small I could hardly read it.

It states Gaslighting - "The light produced by the combustion of coal gas."






Sunday, June 29, 2025

June Update

 I noticed that my last post was 23 May. My how time flies. I'm happy to report that my back and hip issues have been resolved. My remedial massage went well (Natalia-excellent) but hip pain persisted so I brought my chiropractor maintenance appointment forward. Louis listened closely while I explained that lying in bed was the worst, there was aching quite severe in the hip and down the leg. Also getting in and out of bed or a car. He was immediate in answer and said I had a hip bursa (he may have used a more fancy name too). He was confident that was exactly what it was and exactly how to rectify it. He did the usual back manipulations and said he'd send me a video on how to fix it with an exercise roller that I could buy at KMart or BigW. The video came while he worked on his computer, my phone pinged with an SMS while I was in his room. The whole thing took about 15-20 minutes.

 

I bought a roller at KMart (I could only get a hard one whereas the video said use a soft roller as it's painful). I went home and did the exercises. Yes painful, but it worked. I bought a medium roller next day at BigW and repeated the exercises for a couple of days. Just as Louis said I would, I came good, not completely out of all discomfort but well enough to not do the painful exercises with the disruption to daily routine.

 

I have been weeding down the river and attending planting working bees there and at the Bluff. Very satisfying. While doing some of this my left hand became very painful, especially in the thumb base and wrist. A friend in the FoHRE said he uses a product he buys at Woolworths, Zea Relief - Kunzea Pain Relief Cream. I bought a tube (not cheap $35) and applied it night and morning with excellent result. I've been using it for a week and the hand is now better than the right one. My problem would I think be normal arthritis common to people my age. As they say, "Getting old is not for sissies." I'm always a bit worried when I have these pain issues that the rheumatoid arthritis is back but so far so good, that monster is well and truly behind me I hope.

 

Since I last posted the drought has broken in this area, with good rain I think totaling more than 150 ml for the last part of May and June to date. Wonderful for all the trees, shrubs and grasses we've planted, many hundreds on the river and the big community planting day on the Bluff saw 2500 planted.

 

I read that book I mentioned last month 'What Alice Forgot'. She lost her ten year memory and knew nothing of what changes had occurred in her life. It slowly came back. I found it food for thought. Our lives do change greatly over a ten year period, our preferences, prejudices, opinions, changes driven by circumstance and fate and experience. Mine did/has anyway.

 

I'm reading 'Lola's Secret' now by Monica McInerney. I'm enjoying it, I'm about halfway in. She tells a good entertaining yarn about family interaction. I read one of hers some years ago set in Hobart. This one is set in Clare SA where author Monica grew up in a family of seven children. Thank goodness for books, I love reading.

 

 

Friday, May 23, 2025

Vietnam {2}

 My overriding conclusion, having read this book on and off over a few months, is that it was completely crazy for so many people to have died needlessly over such a long period. So many more maimed physically and scarred psychologically and enormous destruction and pollution of property and landscape.


Probably millions of Vietnamese died over decades of conflict through active participation in war, collateral damage, friendly fire, execution, torture, starvation. A horror story. Fifty-five thousand Americans died. Billions of dollars wasted. Planes, helicopters, tanks, trucks, APC's, bombs, missiles, it's mind boggling. The suppliers of all this to the war machine on both sides, right down to small arms and uniforms and medical equipment were those that profited, as were those who benefitted by corruption and misappropriation.


That it went on for so long is hard for this reader to fathom. From memory the Americans knew they were to withdraw as early as 1968. President Nixon could well be accountable for more than 20,000 American lives lost after that year, as he prolonged the war to save face and make the withdrawal of America at a time when the inevitable victory of the North would look like a failure of the South Vietnamese Government. The peace talks dragged on and on in a political farce. Huge bombing raids were undertaken on the North and in Laos and Cambodia on the supply lines when it was known defeat of the South was certain, but political public image took precedence over any rationale.


As I recall these bombing raids were initiated from aircraft carriers off the coast, or from Guam, several hours away by flight before they got to drop their bombs on the target area. Dozens of planes a day, thousands of tons of explosives, most of it dropped with little accuracy in regard to civilian destruction. More tonnage of explosives than used in the entirety of WW11. The missiles and anti-aircraft systems of the North including MIG fighter jets were Russian supplied and vehicles, tanks, trucks and light arms were Chinese or Russian.


As I said the other day, I sent the book to Rickyralph so I can't check stats. One incident that I recall was on a US aircraft carrier, I can't remember its name. There were several of these huge ships off the coast of Vietnam, from which dozens of fighter bombers took off each day on their deadly missions. Many more, bigger bombers, flew from the US base in Guam, several hours flying time from their targets. In this accident a returning plane when taxiing to its hangar storage collided with a parked plane and a fire started which quickly escalated into a major emergency. Before it was extinguished 172 crewmen had been killed, many incinerated in their quarters where they were trapped. Millions of $ damage to the ship and planes. Mind boggling. These ships housed thousands of people and carried dozens of planes. Imagine the cost of such a thing.


I don't know how many of the 55,000 American deaths were by accident or friendly fire, but it was a substantial proportion. Not only that there were also numerous homicides committed in the American forces. In the later stage of the American involvement there was a serious drug problem involving drug running on an organized scale. Some soldiers went nuts while stoned and fired on innocent civilians and disliked officers of their own creed. Take out the drugs, there were still murders of officers who tried restoring discipline and punished misdemeanors harshly by withdrawing privilege. There was one instance of a young Australian female singer entertaining troops who was shot dead on stage while performing. It was said an American marine aiming at an officer in the background missed his target. 


Australian involvement was minimal compared to that of the US but just as horrendous on small scale. More than 500 Australians lost their lives. I recall reading somewhere once where half of these deaths were the result of accident. I recall also seeing somewhere that the first National Serviceman killed had only been in Vietnam a short time, maybe a week, and was shot by another Australian patrol who mistook his for enemy. It was his first day out on patrol. Recently I learned of a National Serviceman who was Killed in Action near Nui Dat on the 17th of February 1967. Vic Pomeroy went to the same school as me (before I was there), Camberwell Grammar. His birthdate was on a marble pulled out of a barrel. He played footy for Camberwell seconds before he left for Vietnam and was a clerk for a fashion warehouse in Flinders Lane. He was 21 when he died. He never got to be a father or grandfather.


The book Vietnam concluded in its final paragraph with a question for the US. What did it learn from Vietnam? 


It answered, " Not much it seems, or we wouldn't have invaded Iraq."


I'm reading an antidote book (novel fiction) now that Lib's sister Pat sent her for Xmas, "What Alice Forgot" by Lian Moriarty. Alice fell off an exercise bike at the gym in 2008 in Sydney and woke up thinking it was 1998 with no recollection of the ten years between, nor of the three children she was now the mother of, knowing nothing of their birth or personalities or changes to herself/lifestyle. Interesting.

I did go down the river and get those blackberries on Tuesday after my post here. I felt good that night, the exercise seemed to have freed up the back. But I have relapsed, very sore now. I have a remedial massage booked for this arvo, maybe need more chiro too next week. 


    

Wednesday, May 21, 2025

A Good Rain at Last

There was a significant rainstorm last weekend, much needed by our plantations in the River Reserve. It came in the early hours of the morning following some showers during the previous afternoon and evening. The warm weather of early May that caused me to delay sending the package that included chocolate to Elvie for Mother's Day*, has left after the rainstorm. Yesterday morning was frosty. Nights are now cold.


I was caught out by the storm, I had intended to clean the spouts before the weather broke, it was on my list last week, but last Wednesday evening I hurt my back pulling a big African daisy down the river. I didn't have my handsaw and dabber bottle of herbicide as I went down to that area just to check on Cape Ivy regrowth. I hadn't been in there for some months. Yes, there was quite a bit of Ivy. I enjoyed getting it out, easy before it mats and takes over. I came across some African daisies and they were easy too, until the big old one held on. Stupidly, I keep pulling without adjusting my stance, bending my knees and gripping the stem lower. I knew straight away I'd done damage; it felt like a strain in the side across to my left hip. Walking home was most uncomfortable. I realized I'd put my lower back out.


I drove to Seaford with Gord the next day to attend to some registration payment paperwork for his purchased Mazda that he couldn't do at the PO here. I picked up a Kiwiberry plant I had ordered at Perry's Nursery in McClaren Vale on the same trip. I'd tried to make an appointment with my chiropractor here in Victor Harbor, but the office was unattended. I was put through to an affiliated practice in Bendigo who told me Friday was booked out and made an appointment for me for 3.30 last Monday. I spent 4 painful days and saw Louis Monday. He clunked me around a bit and reckoned I was fixed but would be sore for a while. Well, I'm still sore, not sure I'm "fixed", but I'm taking analgesics and trying to convince myself I'm coming good. 


In this last week I've done little, the discomfort robs you of enthusiasm for any task. The spouts will have to wait, so will any gardening. I am determined though to go down the river later today and 'cut and paint' blackberry regrowth I saw in the same area last Wednesday before I left to come home. They are only small and are easy to get at now following the months of dry weather we've had and the die off of annuals, which will sprout again with wet weather and warm towards spring, making the area hard to get into. It's close to the billabong and is moister than other places, hence the blackberries holding on reshooting after I cut and painted them last year. 


 Excuse me if this is boring to anyone reading. Somehow it reassures me that I'm not totally redundant because of my back, to write about it. Gives me feeling of still having some control and optimism that I won't be useless for long. It can be a bit scary, for all of us, that your life can change in the blink of an eye, a silly act, an accident. No matter who you are, or how old.


I forgot to mention in my last post that I finished the epic book on Vietnam by Max Hastings. I meant to write about that in conclusion but didn't get around to it. I've sent the book to Ricky Ralph so I can't refer to it in detail and comment will be from memory but again I feel a need to write on it. It will be next post, maybe this afternoon before I tackle the blackberries, as Gord wants me to go shopping with him now. Hell of a good fellow is Gord boy. Hell of a good wife is Lib gal too. It's nice to have good people around you when you are crook or suffering pain and discomfort. I had a massage by Julie from the Joyful Path last Saturday. Lib gave me a voucher for my birthday. It was a good time to use it under my circumstances. An hour of bliss. It didn't fix my back but made me feel so much better about life for a while. Then the Demons knocked off Brisbane in Brisbane on Sunday. Loved that.

*Meredith messaged me to say the package got there.



Tuesday, May 06, 2025

Flashbacks

A good thing about being in your seventies and still reasonably intact mentally, is that there are so many memories of people, places and events. Having been writing in this blog forum for nearly twenty years gives me ability to look back over those years. I rarely do. I don't feel need to. I have flashbacks in my mind every day to past events and people, triggered by the slightest thing, an object, a song, a crossword clue, a scene, a tree, a flower, something on TV or radio, I could go on and on. The flashback maybe fleeting, just seconds, or last some minutes as I indulge in a cup of tea or a coffee. Occasionally, it sends me into long contemplation that may last hours.


Mostly it's good. My memories of people are vivid, warmer in this retrospectivity than perhaps I felt about them in real time. The same about incidents, even bad ones, the pain of things I may have felt then is diminished to almost nonexistence. It's easier to recall good than bad. Pain is eased. I can think over things that happened at school, on the football field, in my employment, family situations - it's all easier to accept as part of a big evolving picture. All normal life stuff. There's comfort in the realization that I've made it here, successfully enduring whatever was thrown my way or what trauma I walked into - wittingly or self-inflicted, or unwittingly, accidentally.


With that comes an ambivalence to a lot of media. For example, all this election drama. It gives average Aussie Joe a chance to think he has some say in the direction of the nation, some control over how the country is run. I can listen to all the campaign bullshit, accusation and blaming, with knowledge that it will all roll on after the election much the same. Let me think. Menzies was PM all my early life. Holt, (McEwen) McMahon, Whitlam, Fraser, Hawke, Keating, Howard, Rudd, Gillard, Abbott, Turnbull, Morrison, Albanese. I have no feeling of need to discredit any of them. 8 Libs, 6 Labor. For all the debates and arguments, everything rolls on. From my position, of insulation by experience, I think the most important thing is care for the environment for future generations. I have no grandchildren, my time in this mortal plane is coming to an end. But when I see women (mainly ladies but also families) in the street or shops with babies or toddlers I think how wonderful life is and how grand they are to face the future with optimism. 


I hope the political entities can make it so, that Mother Earth will remain habitable for humans to live healthy clean lifestyles, so that the children and babies everywhere can reach my age and look back as I do with pleasure and happiness. And with some optimism for their children and grandchildren.



Wednesday, April 09, 2025

Keep the Mind Open

"Conformity leads to mediocrity. If the individual is to grapple with life, it's intricacies, it's miseries and sudden demands, he must be infinitely pliable, and therefore free of theories and particular patterns of thought."    KRISHNAMURTI


This quote struck a chord with me while I was having a cappuccino in Ara's Cafe in Victor Harbor's main street yesterday (April 4). I pop in for a coffee or green tea once every few weeks. Proprietor Deb is a friendly lady who has my admiration for the long hours she puts in, not just in the shop but preparing the food, requiring early morning work well before opening hours. There's a shelf with books that patrons can read while they partake, and I usually pick up one to read while I'm there.


The quote is from a book of selected quotes from all manner of sources, even the bible. I think maybe it's titled 'Little Book of Jewels', or similar. I went there today because Gord had some banking business to do nearby - he's buying a car and needed to do a transfer of money to a chap in Adelaide. We looked at the car when we were in Adelaide recently. It's a ten-year-old Mazda 2 with only 73k on the clock. We're picking it up next Monday, if all goes to plan. It looked a good clean little unit, but in truth there's always an element of risk buying a used car.


But I do like the quote. I'd not heard of Krishnamurti. It seems relevant at this time when a federal election is imminent. The media is saturated with cliched garbage as well as trade tariffs and recession talk. A good time to have an open mind, be flexible, be ready for the unexpected.


If Trump could have a second go as US president, anything is possible. 


*Gord bought the car. We picked it last Monday. He now needs to sell his Skoda Roomster. 


I turned 73 yesterday. I had a chiropractic session in the morning, then a haircut, followed by one of Deb's yummy pasties with coffee at Ara's Cafe. Gord and Lib made delicious homemade pizza for my birthday dinner. Chiro worked a treat, I'm feeling FANTASTIC!