There is nothing like home. You can imagine the people’s plight on being stuck renting on a 6month lease basis. I can’t understand how anyone can cheerfully change their home being at the mercy of a 6 month lease.
Yet, before we came out here, renting was the norm and most people would spend their entire lives just in one property. I ‘earth-googled’ our old address back in The Hague. Sure enough it is as if we left it yesterday. The street is unchanged, the doors and windows still the same, and not a brick has changed. No doubt, all those living there are renting the same as when we lived there. Perhaps, central heating and bathrooms have been added and kitchens with hot water. We lived on the top floor. At the bottom floor there were gardens and many of those lucky bottom dwellers kept chickens. A city still had chickens and veggie scraps were collected each week by horse and cart.
Yet, going back to Revesby whose architecture is far more recent, all has changed and our house hardly recognizable, the walls covered with colour bond weather board and a solid terra cotta tiled roof instead of the cement tiles that were put on when built originally… Many of the houses have had stories added, some with columns holding up little Romanesque like triangle bits of roofing or other odd bits of architecture.
Coming across some old photos of my first year here in Revesby, I can hardly believe how time has passed, and yet, I don’t think I have hurried the years unnecessarily. Have I stood still but the houses and surroundings changed? Would this, not having moved from Holland, have produced the reverse?
You’re getting old with retrospection a sure sign, many would argue, as if years ahead for them are still numbered in multiple of decades. Yet, reading the obituaries’, it is not uncommon for people to cark it quite happily at the age some of us are in now. Makes you think, doesn’t it?
Cheer up, old man. The best is yet to come.
Just look at Lehan’s lovely painting of the Pig’s Arms and The Pink Drink. It graces our wall but should be hanging in Canberra’s National Gallery.
It would cheer up anyone.


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The pink drink is there now. It looks lovely, don’t you think?
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Three years ago I took 80 photographs of the things and people I liked in the area I live. A surprising number of buildings have been demolished since then. One of the best ones appeared to be being pulled down, but at the office next door they told me that it is being preserved, I was happy to hear that. It’s surprising how much change can take place in three years, and none of it seems so necessary.
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I think it would be great if lovely old buildings got obituaries too. They could tell stories of what and who and when, and we could all mourn the passing of a good building.
Can we have an obituaries column in The Pigs Arms? We could write to salute and celebrate the passing of things. People, places, the passing of the ability to drink until you drop….I think it would be really nice.
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Oh and then of course we could all raise our glasses, nice to have another reason for that.
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By the way Gerard, I want to see pics of The Pink Drink!
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Lehan, the Pink Drink painting looks lovely, and I finally found a perfect spot for the Two Drinkers, above the bookcase on the landing leading upstairs.They feel at home here and are much appreciated.
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The Pink Drink is as a painting transformed again. It is definitely one of the all time Ramsay classics.
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