Peter said I could copy what he wrote yesterday. Here are his thoughts on Australia Day:
Peter Hannemann <email@example.com>
“Today is Australia Day. And I want all of you to have a great day if you can during this massive heatwave. Kids take drugs at concerts around the country and adults down beers as they watch their BBQ turning meat into charcoal. Australia Day has in the last few years turned into a day of controversy. For the Aborigines of this ancient continent, it is “Sorry Day”. They remember it as their “Day of Infamy”. But we also have great people in Australia who are able to verbalise what is going on. Stan Grant is such a person. He is a unique person who unites in himself all the DNA of the Indigenous people and the early settlers. His forbearers were standing across each other on that fateful day in 1788 when Captain Arthur Phillips dropped anchor in Port Jackson and let his cargo of misfits disembark. This is the day we are celebrating today with as much jingoistic noise as we can. But Stan Grant offers us another view of what is happening in Australia. His head is full of the combined memory of Kooei and European culture. Please, make the time on this Australia Day 2019 and read his contribution. ” (The link to his article is at the top of this page!)
SO, THIS IS WHAT PETER WROTE FOR AUSTRALIA DAY. AND NOW I ALSO WANT TO MENTION THAT I DID SEE YESTERDAY A LOT OF VERY INTERESTING PROGRAMS ON ABC AND ON SBS. There was a very good program on SBS about the Cocos Islands in the Indian Ocean that are an Australian Territory since 1955. The islands’ history and present population is full of controversy. The problems that are pointed too are thought provoking.
And this morning I found a few interesting links in connection with Australia Day. Here are some of the links:
Sorry, these are a lot of links. I already glanced at a lot of these articles. It seems to me we live in very interesting times of change. There is definitely a lot of change in the air. Whether these changes are good for all of us or only for a few, who can tell?
The day after. After what? Well, on the way home yesterday we had a little incident. Luckily nobody got hurt. There is only a little bit of damage on two cars, ours and someone else’s.
I the meantime Peter found the insurance papers for our car on the internet! He reckons he could copy them and install them on his phone so he could look them up anytime.
This reminded me how flustered and helpless I felt yesterday when Peter went looking through all the papers in the glovebox of the car and couldn’t find the insurance papers. I felt awful not being able to help him in any way while the nice very polite lady from the other car was left standing in the hot afternoon sun.
Peter and I are spending this weekend at home in Dapto. It is now already Sunday afternoon. It feels to me that yesterday and today were very normal days for us. Having done some shopping on Friday, we had plenty of food in the house. Since the great heat had left us, we felt like doing a bit more cooking over the weekend. On Saturday we also spent a bit of time doing some cleaning of the house. Peter did the vaccuming. I soon got tired of wiping the floor. I did get very, very tired and soon rested a bit, and then rested a bit more. Peter and I played some Rummicub Games. We also watched some great programs on RBB (Rundfunk Berlin Brandenburg). Yes, Peter has no problem getting these programs in from far, far away. This is really amazing technic!
After several nights when the room temperature did not go below 27C, last night the room temperature had gone down to 24C, and this felt really cool to us. The outside temperature went even further down during the night. This morning when we woke up, it was only 22C outside, inside it was still 24C despite our open window. Anyhow, we felt really refreshed and went for our usual morning walk, had our usual Sunday breakfast with soft boiled eggs, watched on TV the news (including a speech by President Trump!) and then at 9 am the news from Germany. After the German news we had a very pleasant morning tea. Before having to start cooking lunch, I had a bit over an hour left. I felt somehow quite energetic. I thought this was maybe a good time to spend the hour to investigate what sort of writing needed to be sorted out. So I took time out to look through a box of old stuff I had not been looking at for quite some time. It mostly contained papers from the early 2000s. But there was also some writing from August 1957. I was in hospital at the time, having delivered our first born child on the 28th of August 1957. In the hospital I seem to have had plenty of time for writing, since the hours when I was allowed to see my precious baby were few and far between. For some reason they seem to have thought that babies were best kept in the nursery under the care of the sisters. Only for a few very restricted times were the babies be brought to their mothers for breast feeding.
I said that on Saturday, after a bit of cleaning in the morning, I soon felt very, very tired. I had acually planned on visiting a couple of neighbouring properties that were open for inspection yesterdy at certain times during the morning and early afternoon. There are two villas that are for sale for about half a million Dollars each, and they belong to our complex of ten villas. I had been interested in finding out how well these properties had been renovated as compared to our villa that we have lived in for nearly 25 years now. I feel that our poor house has not been sufficiently renovated over the years. Let’s just say it looks ‘well lived in’. Well, yesterday was the first time that an open house was advertised. Most likely there are going to be other open days before suitable buyers are being found. So maybe next time I’ll feel up to it to have a look. After all, these houses are only a few steps from our house.
The Indian Pacific Train Trip Perth to Sydney takes now usually about 65 hours. The SBS showed today this same trip within close to 15 hours. Everything had been filmed life, but apparently these 65 hours had been cut to about 15 hours. We watched today only about half of these 15 hours. (The program apparently started today already very early in the morning!) Even watching only about half the program did give us a good impression what it is like to be on the Indian Pacific. Right now it is not quite finished yet. According to the timetable, provided by SBS, this program, that we have been watching for so many hours already, should be finished in about one hour. So I go back now to watch how the train that has just left the Blue Mountains is approaching Sydney. I am looking forward to see how it arrives at Sydney Central!
One hour later: Yes,we have been watching now how the train moved towards Sydney Central along a train line that we are very familar with. They said, all in all the trip fom Perth lasted this time 66 hours.
Fight through ignorance, want, and care — Through the griefs that crush the spirit; Push your way to a fortune fair, And the smiles of the world you’ll merit. Long, as a boy, for the chance to learn — For the chance that Fate denies you; Win degrees where the Life-lights burn, And scores will teach and advise you.
My cultured friends! you have come too late With your bypath nicely graded; I’ve fought thus far on my track of Fate, And I’ll follow the rest unaided. Must I be stopped by a college gate On the track of Life encroaching? Be dumb to Love, and be dumb to Hate, For the lack of a college coaching?
You grope for Truth in a language dead — In the dust ’neath tower and steeple! What know you of the tracks we tread? And what know you of our people? ‘I must read this, and that, and the rest,’ And write as the cult expects me? — I’ll read the book that may please me best, And write as my heart directs me!
You were quick to pick on a faulty line That I strove to put my soul in: Your eyes were keen for a ‘dash’ of mine In the place of a semi-colon — And blind to the rest. And is it for such As you I must brook restriction? ‘I was taught too little?’ I learnt too much To care for a pedant’s diction!
Must I turn aside from my destined way For a task your Joss would find me? I come with strength of the living day, And with half the world behind me; I leave you alone in your cultured halls To drivel and croak and cavil: Till your voice goes further than college walls, Keep out of the tracks we travel!
One Day ago Josef Carli published ‘the flaw in the glass’ in the AIMNetwork. In the comments to this blog, Joe was very much criticized for attacking the ‘educated’ middle class. The above poem by Henry Lawson was included in Carli’s blog. As far as I can tell, nobody objects to what Henry Lawson, Continue reading “Uta’s Diary”→
The apricots and cherries were very good this summer! We had plenty of fruit for Christmas.
We are in Dapto, New South Wales, in the Illawarra of Australia. So far we had a very warm, but not too warm summer, whereas in lots of places of Australia the temperature went well over 40C for days on end this. Where we are, I think the highest temperature so far has been about 37C, and then going quickly down to maybe 35C so that the temperature in our house never went above 30C. When it is very humid, this sometimes feels quite hot. Then we have the ceiling fans going all the time.
For extreme heat days we do have an air conditioning set that is portable. We can set it up in any room that we like to cool. Usually we do not need to set this thing up. Only when the outside temperature goes above 40C we resort to it, for then the inside temperature might go well above 30C and a respite is very welcome! Sometimes the nights are quite hot too. Then of course we cover ourselves only with a sheet. Luckily, the last couple of nights were very much cooler after we have had some extremely hot nights. So we could use our blankets again! To have only 20C feels rather cool!
A selection of photos from the life of Gaby Hannemann 1957 – 2012. A tribute to a courageous person who was an inspiration to all who knew her.
Every time, I, Uta, watch these photos and listen to the music, I become very emotional again. What a celebration of our daughter’s life! As Peter says, she was an inspiration to all who knew her. And she always cared for every one in our family. We are never going to forget her!