More on Doug

After a difficult week nursing my crook back and unbelievable humidity, I can say my recovery is underway. I spent Saturday moving everything out of the tool shed, cleaning it, and moving in the honey extractor and tanks and setting up. Sunday was kind; a perfect, still, sunny day for me to take some honey from the bees and do the extracting thing. None too soon I might add. Some of the honey was already candying on the outside of the combs. It would have been gathered earlier and placed around what would have been brood in the middle of the combs in spring. The fresher honey gathered more recently and placed by the bees where the brood was before, was liquid.

I would guess that about 15% of the honey was left candied in the combs, but at least I have some stickies to put back on the hives for hopefully another fill. There's still another full box on each hive so I have more to do before I can feel too pleased with myself. And of course I have yet to strain, settle and bottle the honey extracted yesterday. The back stood up well to the heavy work. I worked slowly and carefully to avoid further damage.

Of inspiration to me while doing this solo work, was my fond memory of Doug Twaits whom I mentioned in my last post. The extractor I use, and indeed the ancestors of my bees, were Doug's. I first met Doug at a Nobelius Heritage Park annual family picnic day. Gus Ryberg had organized us to supervise the car parking. Gus and Doug had a friendship going back some forty years, having worked together as nurserymen in the early 1950's.

On our car parking duty Doug told me he started a garden on a twelve acre property above the country club soon after he married. He planted many young trees; oak, beech, sequoia, fir, Camellias and others before moving away shortly after. The property stayed in his wife's family and she inherited it at some point I think, if she didn't own it all along. Doug and his wife moved back to Emerald some 35 years after leaving. Doug's wife had cancer and she died soon after. Doug remarried and stayed in Emerald to enjoy and maintain the now mature garden. At this first meeting he gave me his phone number and invited me to ring him and see the garden some time which I did a month or two later.

We toured the garden, I was amazed at the growth of the trees over forty years. The top garden was orchard and roses and in the middle was a beehive that was neglected and rotting. As we walked past Doug said, "You don't know anything about bees do you?"

I hadn't kept bees for a number of years, having sold them and my equipment, frustrated at not having the time to do it properly. Doug added that he'd wanted to keep bees ever since being a POW in Germany where there was a Scottish sergeant who gave lessons in beekeeping. In the prison camp, according to Doug, were people from all walks of life. The Germans let them run educational classes so in the years he was there there were a great many opportunities to learn in subjects that you would have no exposure to in normal life. He'd bought the hive when he moved back to Emerald but had opened it only once or twice before ill health in the form of three heart attacks afflicted him. He had new beehive material and brand new extracting equipment in the shed, never used, but said he'd now lost his confidence to tackle replacing the bees into new material.

So I helped him. We enjoyed building up the hive numbers and producing honey over a few years. By then there was a fair bit of blackberry taking hold around the orchard and so that Doug could clean up properly I moved the bees to my place, temporarily was the intention. They were there for a year or two, I think Doug was pleased to be able to mow through his orchard with the ride on. He sold his property at age 86 looking for less workload, and would have moved to Lakes Entrance in a matter of weeks had he not been killed. Doug's wife Lyn gifted the bees and equipment to me.

Doug was a remarkable man. He loved nature. He gave up pig farming because he loved his pigs and hated selling them for slaughter. He did youth work in regional Victoria. He used his wrestling skills and knowledge of physical fitness to help troubled adolescents, as he had with his inmates in the POW camp. Managing the goldmine in New Guinea he had extraordinary success by ensuring the native workers had good diet and rest. Previous managers had mistreated them with the result that illness and lack of motivation by the workers was a constant problem. As well as a champion wrestler Doug was an all round athlete, winning a major bike race in the 1930's and was an accomplished competitive swimmer. These were popular sports in the 1930's. Later in his working life he established a big nursery out Essendon way and with a mate was the first to do the gardening shows on Melbourne radio on Saturday mornings. He was articulate and intelligent.

Doug was compassionate to the underdog. It was his gentle caring nature that endeared him to people. He was a great friend. He loved a beer and a yarn at the end of the day. My memory of him could not but give me inspiration. In Gus Ryberg's book the Four W's, at Gus's request, Doug gave an account of his wartime experience. Without checking for detail, as I recall his battalion on Crete fought a rear guard against a German army with far superior air support. They ran out of ammunition and were stranded as the British evacuated by ship. This after the Nth. African campaign, a battle in Greece in which Hitler's crack paratroops were decimated, and surviving the sinking of their ship by a fighter bomber. He nearly died of dysentery and exposure on the train trip to Germany in cattle trucks in freezing conditions with no ablutions. He eventually escaped the Stalag toward the end of the war and made his own way to England hitching a ride with an American pilot.

He survived all of that to be claimed on Wellington Road at the Berwick turnoff after what must have been an error of judgment on his part.