THAT tricycle next to the door? It's a Cyclops #17, the childhood treasure of a farmer who taught me how to work with the land and 400 cows. Even with that handful of damned jerseys. During his farm clearing, he went to toss the relic on the pile of scrap metal that commemorated five generations of dairy farmers. I argued so vehemently for its retention that he gave it to me as my farewell present. Better than a carton of stubbies, Stewie's original paddock basher turns 80 this year.
By Geoff Ellis
THAT tricycle next to the door? It's a Cyclops #17, the childhood treasure of a farmer who taught me how to work with the land and 400 cows. Even with that handful of damned jerseys. During his farm clearing, he went to toss the relic on the pile of scrap metal that commemorated five generations of dairy farmers. I argued so vehemently for its retention that he gave it to me as my farewell present. Better than a carton of stubbies, Stewie's original paddock basher turns 80 this year.
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By Geoff Ellis MY NUMBER is good today, less than 10. As the coffee draws, two slices of toast await a smear of avocado. The dogs are at the front gate, watching rabbits dodge speeding tradies. As the dust cloud settles I dial up four units. Haemochromatosis! It needs a catchy name – “rusty blood” or “the Irish condition", perhaps – and a marketing campaign. (In the blood, May 9, 2015) The accumulation of dietary iron in my body is easily controlled through therapeutic blood donation. It’s the damage done before diagnosis that has recently reached the tipping point. “Recently” is a delusional description in my case. It was 2020. As the lockdowns and fear kept people inside, it was easy to postpone, then cancel, those pesky blood tests and check-ups. Life online enabled me to feed the cravings for sweet treats. Zoom meetings became a smorgasbord of chips, lollies and soft drinks. And there were lots of Zoom meetings. My PB was 11 spread across one very long day. Next morning I woke with a massive sugar hangover. By Geoff Ellis DAYLIGHT saving is wasted here. We’re burning wood till midnight to keep warm through nights of slashing rain. The days are punctuated by freezing gales. This season has gone bung. Grass thrives and silent mowers rust. Pity the poor gardeners, watching from windows, waiting for a break as drains become moats. We need to weed and plant and mow. Now! And mow once more before Santa crash-lands in a nearby paddock. Yuletide is turning into a tsunami so the one sunny day this week couldn’t be wasted, despite that wind and despite the softness underfoot. By Geoff Ellis
"WHAT if you were the only one here?" John Carson asks as he ponders the possibility of life without unions or collective action. "We need each other to be strong." May Day – otherwise known as Labour Day – commemorates the granting of the eight-hour working day for Australians. Wonthaggi has a proud tradition of May Day rallies and marches, since the mining days when the miners fought for fair wages and safe working conditions. In 1937, 200 miners and their families travelled in convoy to the Melbourne May Day march with their union banners. By Geoff Ellis A YEAR ago Bass Coast Adult Learning asked me to run a weekly photography and friendship session for people on the National Disability Insurance Scheme. One person turned up for the first session. Josh didn’t bring a camera but he did have a smart phone and a tripod. By the fourth week we had three participants signed up. They decided we needed an engaging collective name and we became ‘Thru the Lens’. By Geoff Ellis JOSH Latham has plenty of reasons to get out of bed early these days. Now he’s inviting business leaders to join him for breakfast. Headlined “Diverse- ability”, an early morning event at Wonthaggi Golf Club will showcase the great opportunities that arise through employment of people of all abilities. Beau Vernon is the keynote speaker and a panel of experts will discuss the positive results when barriers to employment are removed. The statistics point to reduced absenteeism and increased productivity. Other benefits, such as loyalty and dedication, are beyond measure. To illustrate the key messages of this breakfast, Maxima Joblink has asked Drift Media to produce a video to showcase Josh’s busy workday. By Geoff Ellis A YOUNG boy once spent a hot afternoon hiding on the rusty tin roof of a two-torey terrace. He had outrun a police officer through the back lanes of Redfern and was too afraid to come down. The officer had spotted him riding a bike that looked too good for the boy. The cop accused him of theft and demanded he hand over the bike and cop a beating as punishment. The boy sped down the nearest lane, through a gate and shoved the bike under a verandah before ascending to the roof via a drainpipe. He heard the copper cursing for what seemed like a lifetime. When the sun went down the boy climbed down, retrieved the bike and pedaled for home. By Geoff Ellis HALF way through an Auslan poetry recital, Chelle Destefano gestures like an erupting volcano. That's her answer to "What does Kapow look like in Auslan?" "Like in Batman?" she is asked. Chelle has come to Bass Coast Adult Learning’s life skills class to teach us about Auslan poetry and to share Deaf culture. Through her on-line interpreter, she explains that she saw a lot of TV when she was a kid. She did watch Batman but was intrigued by a show about the boy who could fly. She didn't understand why he flew or the full storyline as there were no subtitles, no words for Chelle. By Geoff Ellis
EVER wondered what happens to those stacks of pallets outside Bunnings? A fair few of them have ended up at my place. There’s almost nothing you can’t do with a pallet. I use pallets for fencing, firewood and furniture. Along the way, I’ve picked up a fair bit of experience, most of it the hard way. I thought it was time to share what I’ve learned. By Geoff Ellis THE council refurbished the building, we rewrote our procedures and our volunteers are refreshed. The cleaners came through yesterday. We've got a great new exhibition - Paint, Print and Plinth - to show. We're ready. The restrictions eased at 1159 pm yesterday. Party Time! Our front door opened for the public at 11am today. Arty time! (sorry, it was a late night) A lot of businesses are displaying new signs to reflect the conditions of entry into this grave new world of living with COVID. The ink has just dried on our new greeting signs. We have worded them to be welcoming yet instructive. By Geoff Ellis THE Wonthaggi Woodies are turning timber into pens. The Woodies have been entrusted with a load of timber that has great historical significance. The tree it came from is directly descended from the original Gallipoli Lone Pine which grew from a seedling planted at Inverloch Cemetery some decades ago. 'Pens for The Troops' is a nationwide community-based project that lets Australian military personnel serving overseas know that folks back home are thinking of them. The hand-made pens are presented on Anzac Day and Remembrance Day to everyone from commanders to those down the line as a morale booster for people who are far from home. By Geoff Ellis REHOMING cats is a numbers game. Kittens can become mothers from four months old, then have as many as four litters a year. In 2005, when Joy Herring and her daughter Caroline became kitten foster carers for the RPSCA, pounds and shelters operated under the 28-day rule - they had four weeks to find a forever home. Those all too short weeks covered quarantine, bringing the condition of the cat up to standard and finding a new owner. If they didn’t, cats and kittens were treated like vermin. Thousands of kittens, pregnant cats and mothers nursing babies were routinely euthanised. Joy and Caroline were handed many sets of kittens to take home to get them up to the 750 grams they needed to be before they could be desexed. One ginger kitten was borderline in reaching the required weight. An anticipated reprieve didn’t eventuate and the kitten they had loved and cared for was euthanised. They were devastated. By Geoff Ellis LAST century I joined a credit union. It was staffed by friendly locals who taught me how to get money out of the hole in their wall. Most Fridays I popped in to pay back a few twenties from my pay packet. Everyone on both sides of the counter was happy. Since then I have moved many times while they have expanded through multiple mergers. As the number of branches declined, online banking became the order of the day Eventually I moved interstate. Although there were no branches in Victoria I still did my banking through that credit union. Monthly statements kept arriving in the mail box to ensure that I could keep track. The years rolled on. The credit union became a bank. Last year weird text messages started arriving from something called Sydney Mutual Bank reminding me that my payment was due. Then overdue. By Geoff Ellis WEST Area Road shouldn’t be a mystery. It starts at the hospital roundabout and leads past Donmix, the rescue station, the motocross track and Townsend's Nursery, only to come to a sudden halt at a locked steel gate. What lies beyond? Early this week I took a stroll with Neil Rankine along the track that starts at that locked gate. It heads for the desal park (AKA the Victorian Desalination Plant Ecological Reserve) but can't quite get you there due to a strip of farmland that is the missing link in a trail that should be Wonthaggi’s version of The Tan. By Geoff Ellis BACK in the eighties my then partner was often crippled for three or four days every month. Not bedridden, just lounge bound, lying on her side, wrapped around a pillow with a hot wheat bag against her stomach, with another wheat bag warming in the microwave. She’d been living this ordeal since she was 13. Under the “don’t tell, don’t ask” understanding we didn’t talk about it much, if at all. It was all women’s business back then. A couple of weeks ago I went to Corinella Hall to listen to women who struggle against a bastard condition called endometriosis that needs more publicity. Dr Scott Pearce, a leading specialist surgeon, was centre stage, with three women beside him, talking about their battles with the condition, called endo for short. By Geoff Ellis FOUR decades ago Daryl and Margaret Hook bought a "green desert" in Pound Creek. These days there are so many trees that Daryl worries about long-neck turtles being crushed in his driveway. As he demonstrates how the turtles turn in circles to dig holes for their eggs, he talks like the coach of a team that's one point behind at three quarter time. We need to get out there and guard those damned eggs, then plant more trees and spread some compost tea. Then plant more trees. I can’t quite believe he’s pulled off those giant boots and called full time. Sure, there’s a new house, another farm and some money in the bank but who’ll be jigging around Pound Creek to spread all that Landcare love? Looking back, Daryl and Margaret always had a game plan. Here it is in his own words. By Geoff Ellis BASS Coast’s homeless people aren’t all living in the wetlands. Far from it. People sleep in cars. They couch surf, moving from one friend’s home to another before the burden of their presence becomes too great. Varying degrees of lockdown add an extra layer of complication to their existence. The imminent decrease in the JobSeeker payment when the COVID supplement ends on March 31 will coincide with the removal of protective rental measures. Service providers and community organisations such as the Wonthaggi Neighbourhood Centre are worried about how many people will need help in April and beyond. By Geoff Ellis MICKY has just shared a meal at Mitchell House*. He checks to see if anyone can hear him down the hallway as he steps up to the front counter. “I’m homeless,” he tells the volunteer behind that counter. “Can you help me?” He’s the second person to ask Sue that question today. Earlier, Marg, an older woman, was looking for a place to park. She’s sleeping in her car while she gets her life back on track. But this guy doesn’t own a car. Sue rings SalvoCare. Meanwhile, Kel gathers a few essentials from the free food stall on the front veranda. People can take what they need without having to ask. Kel really appreciates the fresh food and plans her menu around what’s available. Pasta, tomato sauce and a tin of tuna will make a good meal tonight. By Geoff Ellis HE COULDN’T quite reach the red bellied black. As it tried to disappear around the culvert into the rocks, he dug at it frantically, clawing the rocks from behind it. He didn’t notice the little snakes slithering off into the long grass, but his nose told him there was something in there somewhere. His canine brain told him to keep digging. Roy was born lucky. Saved from death row in Albury by a hard-working animal welfare group, he was free ranged and Facebooked till his picture stole our hearts. After a long drive he became a happy little Gippslander, here on the Bunurong Coast, but the first few days were awkward. By Geoff Ellis A BLUSTERY Saturday in January. I sit snugly in the car monitoring the darkening clouds as I tick off the mental checklist: camera, coffee, raincoat, scarf, jacket, thicker jacket, tripod, towels. I send a text message to confirm my departure so there is no turning back. Somewhere west of Wonthaggi I max the heater to VERY HOT. The next 40 minutes are a kaleidoscope of bright sunshine and black clouds dumping the odd sheet of sleet. The only constant is the strong winds and the traffic. A few minutes after 1pm I turn into the carpark at Mussel Rocks near Cowes, where Faith Stanes directs me to an empty parking spot. Faith is the convenor of this outing, the first of the year for the revamped Bass Coast Camera Group, part of the Bass Coast Artists Society, which, like everyone else, is emerging from hibernation. By Geoff Ellis
"I SET the rules and select the colours. Paint flies. It hits the surface and gravity does the rest. Pure improvisation." Ash Keating describes his process as he grabs another fire extinguisher filled with paint. A temporary outdoor dining area is being created in the gap between two shops in Grantville. Ash was given the task of beautifying the wall of the fish and chip shop and as the sun rose over the Waterline last Friday, a handful of people watched the creation of a landmark piece of wall art. By Geoff Ellis MANY of us start the day with coffee and connection. Like the majority of my circle, much of my life is lived on-line these days. Emails and Facebook have long been part of our daily routine and now we zoom into meetings across the day. Between working from home, staying alert and keeping in touch, our devices are 24/7 companions. Mobiles have superseded newspapers at our breakfast tables while the laptop glares from the corner of the room with all its teeth bared. The constant stream of communication can get daunting and distracting. A couple of weeks ago I actually ran out of emails. To celebrate I posted this comment on LinkedIn “Every editor’s dream – no unread emails – now, where’s the coffee and when does the sun come up?” By Geoff Ellis “MISS one payment and I will foreclose,” Mr Graham intoned as Edith Emily Hitchings signed the contract to buy his farm in 1928. Ever since then, the Hitchings family has been working that farm, a section of the original Powlett subdivision a couple of kilometres north of Wonthaggi. Edith named the farm Avonhurst in memory of the river she had left behind in England. When the Great Depression hit in 1929, the family had to do whatever it took to keep the farm. Rather than spend hard-earned money they were forced to make do with whatever was at hand, mostly the family’s sweat and tears. By Geoff Ellis THE opening bid was a thousand bucks. Gary Griffin offered two. The first bidder came back with three thousand. Gary looked at the young farmer. “I’ve got deep pockets, mate.” He went to four. As the auctioneer paused for breath, his opponent looked at the layer of diesel and dirt on the Jag’s metalwork. He kept his hand down. Gary Griffin has a shed full of cars he never set out to buy; they just came his way and impulse took over. All his cars start, when the batteries are charged, and Gary has resisted the urge to restore them. |