Australia Day
January 23, 2013
Soon we will have another day off. Just when I was rejoicing things were getting back to normal. I so wish we could just celebrate things without special days. Can’t all days be a bit special and normal? There seems to be an obligation about ‘special days’, and when many don’t feel any different there is the danger of feeling rejected and then dejection might easily follow. I mean, are we going to wake up different, jump out of bed next Monday and feel elated because it is Australia day? Will I not make the first coffee of the day, overlook the previous night’s dishes or, sometimes too, relieve the dishwasher from sparkling glasses and pristine white plates?
I noticed at the local supermarkets there was an atmosphere again of rejuvenation and optimism with a kind lady smiling at me in the butter section. Why is it that the dairy divisions of supermarkets seem to attract friendly customers? Perhaps it is the nature of those basic ingredients; butter, cheese, milk and yogurt that brings out our inherent friendliness.
The Christmas did take a lot out of people. With the public holiday next Monday, this feeling of a growing sense of normalcy returning while still so fragile, could well unravel easily. Routine gets disturbed.
I always felt that when overseas, especially in warm tropical countries, ever day often seemed a celebration and one lost the idea of it being a Sunday or even a lousy Wednesday. Is it a peculiar western thing to have days off to celebrate something?
Anyway, even Eurocentric Aldi is now selling those collapsible blue canvassed chairs with a kind of Southern Star Australian emblem screen printed on the seating. I suppose it is meant to be sat upon while watching the fireworks next Monday, Australia Day. I haven’t looked closely to see if it has one of those fish netted pouches to put a drink in. In advertising those chairs I noticed that Harvey Norman mentions those chairs as including having a…..’ drink station.’
At no stage have people on the streets ever been as thirsty as now. I can’t remember, (I could be wrong) but in my youth we never crossed streets while sipping some liquid from a bottle. It was never such a harrowing experience crossing a street in fear of dehydration before having reached the other side. Yet, today almost all have a bottle clutched in the hand and a mobile phone in the other. I suppose to call triple zero in case the other side hasn’t been reached.
Whatever, it must be such a boon for those drinks manufacturers. Can you imagine paying $ 3.20 for a bottle of water? As a young boy I used to lay awake in glorious anticipation of getting a drink of orange cordial next morning at my birthday. They were prepared by my mother the day before. Whole rows of them all filled to the same level and covered by a tea towel. The drinks would be shared by my brothers and sister and invited friends.
Now, young people buy a fizzy drink, take a sip, and chuck the still almost full full bottle in the local park in contemptible defiance. I have often been tempted to pick up one of those almost full bottles and take a sip, perhaps as a way of atonement or making amends for those days of frugal pasts. I doubt however if the taste of those abandoned cola or other fizzy drinks could ever reach the delicious heights of those post war cordials waiting under mum’s tea towel in anticipation of next morn’s birthday…
How the sun keeps rising for the lucky young able to cross streets, take sips and then chuck away the almost full bottles? We never took that kind of liberty for granted.
As for Australia Day. It should celebrate something, some event or happening. Is there an Argentine day, an Italy day or even a Finland day? I find it difficult to celebrate being a larrikin or fond of sport and drinking. Perhaps it ought to be a celebration of something else, a kind of celebration of our artistic achievements, what with Australian aboriginal rock and cave art and present aboriginal art being unique and very Australian. Then we have Patrick White and Sydney Nolan as well…together, very Australian.
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Jeffrey Rush is miffed that the excellence in the performing arts do not get the same recognition as those in sport.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2013-01-25/rush-delivers-valedictory-speech/4484718
That’s what we all have been banging on about. What’s the significance of shaving a split second of a 500 metre run or swim?
PS. We watched Quartet last night at the cinema. Lovely film. Maggie Smith is superb.
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Might see that with Mrs A soon. Saw Life of Pi this afternoon, wonderful movie.
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Some!
🙂
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Big M:
Some of the sheilas at the P/a bar make me weep with joy, they are all so insightful and beautiful. Oh, pass me the wedges and tom. sauce.
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Paper napkin for your shirtfront? 😉
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You mean a bib?
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Gerard- when I was at school in the fifties, just down the road from you in Beverly Hills, it was Empire Day that was celebrated. You will probably remember 24th May, concert celebrations in the morning at school including singing the song “Jerusalem” (which has now become the anthem of the Womens’ Institute or Britain’s CWA and the closing song for the BBC Proms Concerts), a half day holiday and “cracker night” in the evening. Australia Day celebrations seem to me to be a celebration for Supermarket chains. Buy as much junk with the flag on as you can and eat and drink to excess.
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Rosie:
I do remember cracker night but thought it was Guy Fawkes instead. We got to Australia and Revesby in 1956 and that first year we noticed the neighbours piling up a big stack of firewood and heard about ‘cracker-night. It was all so new.
My dad wanted to make a good impression and put on his best Dutch suit with shirt, tie and all, expecting to shake hands and congratulate all around for whatever the occasion called for. He cut a rather odd figure because the neighbours did the opposite and wore ex-army worn out coats with fags dangling from mouths. It was cold most of the time and many men drank huge quantities of beer. Their was laughter and bonhomie. The kids ate lollies and lamingtons. My brothers and I had a ball, chucking wood in the fire.
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Gerard – such great memories. We scrounged soft drink bottles from wherever we could find them to get the few pennies of refund money to spend on crackers. Our parents certainly had no spare money to give us. The crackers would be kept in a box under our beds and lovingly viewed after school each day. Oh your dear Dad – I can imagine how he felt. Yes, it was always very cold which, I guess, is why the fire was so good. The bonfire took a week or two to build – usually it was the boys who managed to find scraps of wood etc. after school and drag them to the agreed backyard. Catherine Wheels were always tacked to the wooden clothes line post – no Hills Hoist in those days. Enjoyed the nostalgia.
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Hi Rosie;
Why don’t you write a little story too, send it to Emmjay or me and we’ll put it up?
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Thank you – you know you have set the standard quite high.
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Charming reference to the crackers kept under the bed, Rosie. I learned about the crackers kept under the bed culture among Australian kids as an adult only reading community writers’ essays and felt envious of the meaning, the getting, the hoarding, squabbling, contrivances to pinch etc the others’ crackers. These are important records of the way of life of kids in that era. As well as excellent literature in the style of the Ginger Meggs and his mates genre. Replete with the tension and excitement only possible in a climate where things ignite and burn down with the greatest of ease. They are yarns that had me on the edge of my seat. Best literature. 🙂
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Yes, I think there is a lot of wisdom in your words Big M.
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I can understand Australia Day, people are proud of our country, but it should also be a time to be able to celebrate better treatment for refugees, improving health and educational standards for the indigenous (as well as the rest of us), better attitudes towards homeless people, and so on. Instead we seem to get pissed and chant slogans such as ‘f@#$ off, we’re full’.
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Big M – Well said and I agree with you.
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I concur Big M.
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Having been born in the early 40’s, I absolutely refuse to carry a ‘phone or drink bottle.
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That’s right. Why carry anything that might divert attention away from crossing a street. It’s not that difficult. Perhaps they are just replacing a ‘baby dummy’.
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Lynette – I, too, was born in the 40’s. I think it would have been considered very bad manners to eat or drink in the street back then. Eating was done at the table, wasn’t it? Of course, we did not have the temptations of excesses of food and drink back then. An occasional milkshake in a cafe was considered a great treat.
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Lynette, last November , on an unusually hot day we went for a long walk with our Jack Russell, I had had a piece of toast and two very strong cups of coffee for breakfast. I told Gerard that was feeling a bit dizzy, and asked him to go in to shop and get me some water…
In the meantime i had fainted, right in front of Coles, on the concrete…Three nice ladies were hovering over me and Milo looked worried when I came to….
They chased a kissing young couple off a seat nearby to make room for me and talked to me till G came back with water.
I have a low blood pressure , and had neglected my eight classes of water a day regime.
On doctor’s orders I now always carry a bottle water in my already very heavy handbag….
🙂
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One of the incentives I concede thinking on it is, used to be guaranteed you could get a drink of water from a shopfront if not from a tap in a public park but I have encountered having to buy a bottle of water, sometimes they are v exxy.
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…I now carry my water bottle filled with tap water where ever I go, on the farm we drank tank water…the best and always cold, rain water stored in a concrete tank ..
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Helvi that’s what we do.
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Helvi – I take tank water in a stainless steel thermos in the car wherever I go. Mind you, it takes one to one and a half hours to get to decent shopping from my place and car air-conditioning is very dehydrating. There is nothing like tank water is there?
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That’s one bit of concrete that I miss.. 🙂
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I used to think the same until emergency treatment in Hospital last year for kidney stones. Now need to drink about 2 litres a day. Don’t take a bottle with me walking though.
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Gez gets a bit shitty with me when I have three or four water bottles littering his Holden Cruze Turbo Diesel, I litter it deliberately…
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You’re an inspiration H and I almost wish for a life partner to try out these little tricks on.
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Gerard, every day is a wonderful day in this wonderful country. There millions are overseas enjoying their wonderful days, in their wonderful countries, too. We need less of ‘us versus them’ and more ‘let’s pull together and enjoy life!’
I often think that, if aliens tried to invade earth, we would all become ‘humans’ or ‘brothers’ or ‘earthies’, and suddenly forget our national boundaries.
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P.S. Nice word order, fellow earthy.
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Thanks Big M. You’re a nice bloke. ( I don’t like to say ‘dude’.)
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Me too Gez 🙂 yo
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Yes, you’re a nice bloke, too HOO!
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All nice blokes and sheilas.
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Yes, all Gez, beaut sheilas, ‘ere at the bar.
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luvly, really, waxing lyrical as well as surfboards youse blokes 😉
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Bonzer!
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