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Year: 2022
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Our plan for a better future for all Australians
Anthony Albanese and Labor have a plan for a better future.
Australians deserve a leader who is not afraid to roll up their sleeves and do the hard work needed to get things done.
But after nearly a decade in office, Scott Morrison still refuses to take responsibility, goes missing in action, blames others and can’t admit his mistakes.
From the bushfires to the bungled vaccine rollout to not securing enough rapid tests, Morrison’s mistakes have held Australians back.
Australians deserve so much better.
With your support at the 2022 federal election, Anthony Albanese and Labor will:
Strengthen Medicare by making it easier to see the doctor.
Create secure local jobs by investing in Fee-Free TAFE and more university places, and make your job more secure with better pay and conditions.
Make child care cheaper so that it’s easier for working families to get ahead.
Make more things here in Australia by working with business to invest in manufacturing and renewables to create more Australian jobs.
Labor will deliver a future where no one is held back and no one is left behind.
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Making it easier to see a doctor
Tackling job insecurity and low wages
Fixing Scott Morrison’s broken child care system
Rebuilding our proud manufacturing industry
Supporting schools, TAFEs and universities
Creating jobs, cutting power bills, reducing emissions and a safer climate
Labor’s Economic Plan and Budget Strategy
A stronger, broader, more inclusive & more sustainable economy.
Delivering lower taxes for working families
Backing the engine room of the national economy
Building a more secure, resilient Australia
Safer and More Affordable Housing
Help to Buy: Extending the promise of home ownership to more Australians.
Treating older Australians with the respect they deserve
Helping to end family, domestic and sexual violence
Working in genuine partnership for better outcomes
Protecting our Unique Environment
Caring for Australia’s cherished natural environment and our climate
Restoring Australian people’s trust in their government
Protecting the NDIS and getting it back on track
All Australians have the right to live their lives free of discrimination
Improving Australia’s disaster readiness
Uncovering the truth of the Morrison Government’s illegal Robodebt scheme
Labor’s Plan to Improve the Public Service
Re-building an effective public sector
Labor’s Plan to Address the Veterans Crisis
Improving the welfare of veterans and their families
Future-proofing Australia’s Water
Managing water well is crucial for our Australia’s future
Labor’s Plan to Build a Stronger Pacific Family
Strengthening Australia’s Pacific partnerships
Boosting fibre and fast-tracking NBN repair
Labor’s New Youth Engagement Model
Want Better Health? Ditch These 10 Things.
There is a lot of very valuable information for optimum health in this blog.
Thanks, Dr. Mercola, for sharing! 🙂
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Who profits from War? I have a lot of questions!
There’s a lot of spending on weapons that are bought by governments.
Is defense spending to this extent really a good thing?
How should taxpayers’ money be spent? On preparations for more and more wars?
Why not spend more money to work for peace instead?
How can we cope with wars, when there is climate change and Covid infections
to cope with?
So that mankind and advanced cicilisations have any chance
of survival, is it not essential to work towards avoiding wars?
Here you go. I do ask questions. I wonder, will I soon enough get some answer to all my
questions?
It’s raining
https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/24843910/posts/27246
Four days ago, on the 24th of April, I reblogged the first part to: It’s raining!
I copy now the rest of this post from January 2014 and the comments to it! 🙂
So, it is April 2022 now. But it is still quite warm and very wet! Still. I try to put a walk on between showers along the footpath beside Brooks Creek.
Here is the copy now:
Brooks Creek ‘flows’ along beside the wooded area on this side of Lakelands Park. Someone tried to build an access for walking down to the creek.
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Auntie, Sister. Grandmother, Great-Grandmother, Mother and Wife of German Descent I’ve lived in Australia since 1959 together with my husband Peter. We have four children, eight grandchildren and two great-grandchildren. I started blogging because I wanted to publish some of my childhood memories. I am blogging now also some of my other memories. I like to publish some photos too as well as a little bit of a diary from the present time. Occasionally I publish a story with a bit of fiction in it. Peter, my husband, is publishing some of his stories under berlioz1935.wordpress.com View all posts by auntyuta
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15 thoughts on “It’s raining”
berlioz1935 EditIt is about time we had a little bit of rain. The man sitting at the computer is looking through a window to the world.Reply
natswans EditAlthough it’s raining outside Uta , you captured the day beautifully. Brooks Creek looks very relaxing even in the rain.
Take care and enjoy that clean fresh air.
Sheila xxReplyaraanz50 EditBoa noite!
Sou amiga da Gislinde e vim conhecer o seu WD
AraAbraços….Araan.Replygerard oosterman EditGood pitures Uta. Peter looks a bit like my brother in law who is also German born. The garden looks lovely.Reply
giselzitrone EditDanke liebe Ute für deinen Besuch so schöne Bilder,war bestimmt eine schöne Wanderung ein schönes Stücken Erde,da könnte ich mir vorstellen auch zu Wandern.Ich hoffe das es dir gut geht,wir haben hier in Köln Freuhlingsafte Temperaturen heute war es 13 Grad warm fast wie Frühling.Ich wünsche dir noch eine glückliche Zeit.Liebe Grüße GislindeReply
auntyuta EditDanke, liebe Gislinde. Es war eigentlich mehr wie ein kleiner Spaziergang. Heute morgen gleich nach dem Aufstehen machte ich wieder so einen Spaziergang. Ich ging den gleichen Weg entlang, aber diesmal etwas schneller. Ich fühlte mich voller Energie und brauchte zwischendurch überhaupt keine Pausen machen. Irgendwie ging es mit meinem Atem viel besser als sonst. Es war immer noch recht feucht, Temperatur 20 Grad Celsius. Liebe Grüsse, Uta.Reply
rangewriter EditI bet that was refreshing after all the heat and smoke you’ve endured!Reply
Kisses….Araan
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The Old and the New Australia
Posted by Berlioz1935’s Blog on 03/05/2012
The other day, on the First of May actually, we were enticed by the beautiful sunshine to drive into the country site. Not far from where we live, about 70 km is Kangaroo Valley.
On the way there and back we passed through Berry, a town on the Princes Highway. It is “old charm” town where on weekends well to do people from Sydney come to visit and do some shopping for things that do not come from China, like craft work etc.
But before we reached Berry on our way back we still passed through some beautiful scenery of Australian landscape. The Australian landscape is not as much a cultural landscape as much as the European is.
Bush track
An ancient hill and an old tree
Watch out for Wombats
A hidden farm
Uta wanted to see Autumn Leaves on the way back. So, we decided to visit Berry again. This is part of the new Australia where introduced plants change the land and town scapes. In the evergreen Australia it is quite a sight.
Autumn in Berry
Autumn Leaves
We drove a bit further and suddenly saw the town’s Cenotaph erected for the fallen of the two World Wars. The floral tribute from the recent ANZAC Day were still to be seen.
I realised then, that perhaps Berry represents, in equal parts, the modern and the old Australia and the fallen soldiers are the connecting element of this duality. Without knowing it they gave their lives for just the Australia we have become. Migrants of the countries that were fighting in the Great War of 1914/18 are now here. The French bakery and the former migrant attest to that.
And I remembered a poem I wrote a few years ago and it contains the following lines referring to Gallipoli:
When Diggers stormed the Cove
They could not know
That many years hence
Men from the other side
Would come to their Land.
Did they fight and die in vain?
Not so. They prevailed
and shared their Land.
Turned foes into welcome friends.
The Cenotaph
Every fallen soldier has a plaque in the wall and a tree planted in his name.
The trees of Rememberance
There was a war trophy, July 1918, too, a German heavy mortar
A fire belching monster from another time
Among all the names I noticed two especially, one airman who was flying for the RAF, perhaps he died on an air raid over Berlin where I come from and a seaman on the HMAS Sydney. The sinking of the Sydney was such a tragic event. What a crazy world we live in. I’m so sorry all this happened. But we should look to the future and recognise that we live in an earthly paradise – Australia!
This beautiful Magnolia is to be seen in the centre of Berry
Magnolias have been around for twenty million years. It has been introduced into Australia but it is fitting for such an ancient plant to be here in Australia.
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5 THOUGHTS ON “THE OLD AND THE NEW AUSTRALIA”
auntyuta on said:Hi Peter!I am sure this day and the two posts you wrote about it are going to stay in my memory. I had a lovely day. It was such a good idea to go for this drive, wasn’t it?Love, UtaReply ↓
berlioz1935on said:Hi Uta, it was indeed a lovely day and I invite you to do same drive on the 1, May this year. Love PeterReply ↓
auntyutaon said:Yes, Peter, sure I’ll love to do the same drive with you on the 1st of May this year. So, this is coming up in three days!! Very much looking forward to this. Love, Uta
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First of May
These thoughts about the 1st of May Peter published in 2012, that is ten years ago!
I copy here what I found in the comment section. It is so interesting to see who responded bt writing a comment and Peter’s answer to the comments!
Munira has been a dear blogger friend of mine ever since I started blogging! 🙂
- What vivid memories to share! Wonderful.
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Munira on said:I love observing the past like it was an old family photo. In fact that’s a great way of describing my other blog. Take a look if you’re interested http://munirazoom.wordpress.com/This post really evoked a sense of your memory, and in such few words. Lovely.Reply ↓
When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.
Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of money to feed his family – crust of bread).
Later during the day, when the sun had risen to the zenith and warmed our naked arms – the sleeves were rolled up – we. my friends and I, took our bikes for a ride to the Havel lakes and went for a swim in the still icy water.
The 1st of May was always the start of the most beautiful month in Berlin. Spring was in full swing.
When I was still living in Berlin as a youngster the First of May always used to be a beautiful day. A cold night preceded a sunny day with blue sky all over the city. The trams were decorated with fresh green from the Birch trees and they carried the flag of Berlin with the little bear.
Of course, there used to be the rallies organised by the Unions for the rights and a better life for the workers. A couple of times I joined my mother and her colleagues from the post office and we marched through the still bombed out city. Nobody thought of torching the few cars that were parking on the side of the road. There might have been the odd three-wheeled Tempo who belonged to someone who had to earn a crust (this is an Australian expression about someone who earns a little bit of…
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The Last Ecstasy of The Forbidden Fruit.
What I wrote two Years ago
It is very interesting for me to read once more what I did write about the early years of my life. I can’t believe all this goes back for more than sixty years! Quite amazing . . . .
Two years ago when I had not been blogging for very long yet, I wrote the following about my parents:
‘Your father has always been a selfish person. He doesn’t send any money for you but I bet he sits down for breakfast with a soft boiled egg in front of him. He knows how to look after himself and doesn’t care whether his children have anything to eat.’
The voice of my mother still rings in my ears. When years later I talked to my father about his so called selfishness, he justified himself with a lot of words and by producing the Post Office receipts which proved that he had constantly sent money for us children. True, he never could send much, however Mum’s claim that he didn’t send any money at all was totally wrong, according to Dad. He made sure that I looked at all the…
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Vater, Mutter, Kind; that is ‘Father, Mother, and Child’.
Some Childhood memories
Ja, this goes back to some early childhood memories of mine!
Playing with the children that lived in our street:
I spent lots of time playing with all the children in our street, Bozener Straße. One of our games was playing ‘Vater, Mutter, Kind’. It was understood, that the father had to be a boy. Luckily, there were usually a couple of boys, who did not mind acting as the fathers. If the girls outnumbered the boys, it did not matter. They could all be mothers. Each girl was allowed to bring one doll along. This doll then was a Kind, so that each girl would be a mother with one child. And all tghe dolls would be shared with the boys. We would be very proud, to see the boys showing affection to our dolls, that were our children!
I think, a game like this would probably have lasted for only a few minutes! We would quickly have gone to play any of our other games. We could play all these games in our very small street, that was hidden away from any traffic. Not that there was much traffic yet at this point in time. I am talking of the end of the 1930s and early 1940s, and Bozener Str. is pretty much in the Centre of Berlin.
We loved to play ball games, or hide and seek, or singing and dancing games. I only went up to our apartment for meals. Mum would let me know, when it was time to come up for a meal by calling down to me from our balcony. From that balcony she could practically survey the whole of Bozener Straße!
The house, that I grew up, in is still standing. It survived all the bombings during the war. It just had to undergo some renovations in the post-war period.
AuntyUta 
