Monday, February 23, 2015

I wuz born.

In  Australia in 1838 there became a township called Wagga Wagga, in the Riberina district of the South part of New  South Wales.

One hundred years after they established Wagga Wagga,  a wonderful event took place, as on the first day of the month of October nineteen hundred and thirty eight, a child was born to me' Mum, which wuz me, ya' see....No the child weren't me'  Mum, me' Mum wuz 'cause that is a Mum's job, I wuz jist a kid, a little kid, which wuz jist as well cause Mum wasn't a very big Mum, standing at 4 foot 10 inches when inches and foots were the go and alot s horter when she wuz not standing.  She weren't much bigger when the metric thingo took over, but she wuz a bit wider, but don't tell her I said that.

I always wondered, being a great thinker, I even used to think out loud, before I could talk out loud. I wondered "Where does Mum's lap go when she stands up?" As I got to be a teenager I always sat down jist in case a girl wanted a lap to sit on...funny, but not many did. same with hugs, I would say, "Ya' wanna' hug?" and they would say, "No thanks, I'm right for hugs at the moment." There wuz times I would just stand up and say, "wanna' sit on me' lap?", and the girl would say, "How can I, dummmy, ya' don't have a lap."

Never call Wagga Wagga Wagga  unless ya'  know why!

Wagga means crow, Wagga Wagga means many crows...Clever that, them aboridiginies of the district....Instead of yelling out, "Hey! watch out, there is a great whopping flock of crows," they just yelled "Wagga Wagga," and instantly everyone would look up, which was silly, or they would yell out "That way, Mate" and point off in the direction of where Wagga Wagga Wuz.

So that's where I wuz born.

Sheep and wheat country, regularily flooded by the mighty Murrunbidgee River.  Inland and a little above Canberra, it could get darn cold in winter and very hot in summer.  Not snow nor stuff like you lot get, but cold enough to freeze the walls of bark Humpy.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Gardening Tips

I bought one of them Venus Fly Trap plants the other day and the blowies kept getting on it...I fixed 'em, I sprayed it with a bit of sheep dip.

I planted some beans, and on the packet it said 'Don't water for a couple of days', well I didn't water them, but I was wondering if the eight inches of rain we had would make any difference.

The rain was that thick that the fish were swimming a foot above normal river level without knowing they were up in the rain.

Monday, February 2, 2015

A Mighty Move

Well folks, It looks like my famous writing career has come to an end, Oh! I can still write, but unless I mail the stories to you they will not appear in print.

My flash in the pan is lacking a publisher.   So, what.  I was never going to make a motza anyway, and was only happy that my ego could be stroked.

I love the Outback, I love Australia...Well the Australia I was born in, not this one we have now...I do not want to control people but I do not want to be with people that are out of control...Our soft gutted politicians will let the country be taken over by those that have no idea what he Australian ethic means to us oldies, and when the ethic is completely gone, the ones that changed it will complain more.

We Aussies wont change anything, we are too complacent, and we were happy with the country, and we are too bloody slow to stop the rot.

If you reckon that Gallipoli was a big Churchill blunder, and it was, wait until the full repercussions of our immigrations policy, and the complete failure of the Multi-cultural concept , which is only a blind to hide the truth, causes the chaos it is heading for.

I might write a blog from Taiwan, I have an urge to live out the last days of my life in a different country as a foreigner, so I can try to change the country to what I came from.  Surely Taiwan  had an Outback.

Maybe if I get an old wooden boat and set sail for the Island, I  will be greeted with open arms and given a few thousand dollars to set up, hey?

If you try to get a carer in this country, the per-requesite  is  "How much does it pay"...From what I have seen of the Taiwanese people caring is a natural ability.

Am I sad? No.  Am I disillusioned? No, been around too long for that.  Am I disappointed about no books?  You bet, I have a lot of stories in me yet.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Moans and Groans

My cry for help still remains:: If you know a publisher that is willing to take me on, let me know.

There are many things in life that one can control, and make the best of.  Unfortunately there are many things in life that one cannot control.

I am in a situation where I was helped to attain one of my long time dreams, then that dream was destroyed.  I found it difficult to control the anger I felt.  One would think that a person my age would be able to say, So be it, and move on'.

It is my age, too, that attributes to the anger, and the feeling complete frustration I am now having.  I am too old to go search for another avenue to publish my books, hours of writing, hours of hope, hours of disappointment now with only the latter remaining.