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25.01.2022 So where can I donate so that someone like the man who was within two weeks of finishing off building his house, which he had been doing for years so he could g...et a certificate and then get insurance. How do I actually help someone pay rent for a year, buy new clothes, a toaster, kettle, school clothes, counselling. How do we help those families who because of financial hardship, ie they are bludy poor, who didn't have insurance find a new way to live. where can my money go to these folk, without any judgement, i.e. "they should have insured their house". How do we help the mother and daughter whose house burnt down and whose insurance policy had slipped, even tho they thought they were insured. How do we give actual cash money to cafe's, businesses, retail, (not woolies/coles or the big stores or supermarkets0) but to the family run shop; the craft shops, the galleries. Not loans but actual money to help the thousands of folk who are in despair at the moment and have no-where to turn. It is all full on now, but what about in six months, a year, two years, five years, how do we continue to actually give real funding as in the $45million donated by the wonderful comedian. Where will that go or will it, like the money from Black Saturday and Black Friday still be 'held in trust' and not given out to those in real need? Where, how????????? Edit or delete this Like Reply 1m Margaret-anne Hayes Write a comment... Gloria Nicol com
24.01.2022 Just wrote this letter to the Premier of NSW only to find that when I had done so the site said: "error, this site cannot process this email. so here it is: Good morning, some years ago I belonged to a Women's Group where you spoke. i was full of admiration for you. This admiration has sadly dimmed in relation to your absolutely appalling decision to move the Powerhouse Museum to Parramatta and in doing so destroy beautiful buildings, trees, and absolutely ruin the c...ollection. I don't know why you are so intransigent on this matter. I realise, of course, that you won't see this email and it will be read by one of your minions who will add my name to the growing list of those who are heartbroken at your decision. He/she will report another letter from someone you won't be interested in hearing from as you are so defiantly ignoring the specialists, those who have so much more wisdom and understanding than yourself about what this will mean. The papers are constantly, constantly, every day filled with letters saying just how appalling your decision is. At eighty years of age I will take the train to Parramatta and stand in front of the bulldozers should you be so unwise as to send them in to destroy these heritage buildings i will do the same in front of the Powerhouse Museum as well. Suffragettes lost their lives for their beliefs. Those of us who are passionate about the museum are also prepared to face jail, fines, whatever. And I assure you I am very, very, very vocal. I have advised many of my friends that I am writing to you and they asked me to pass on their fury at what you are doing. You need to use your basic common sense and stop this absolutely and total stupidity. It is gaining you no favours, in fact it is gaining you a hatred from many. Use your common sense, listen to the people, build another museum at Parramatta but keep the Powerhouse in Sydney. See more
21.01.2022 NEW YEAR’S EVE 2019 Hello lovely friends, Well the last day of the New Year, the smoke woke me this morning and the sky is filled with smoke. But whatever discomfort we are feeling is absolutely nothing compared with the families of the 1,200 homes lost. And then we learn of yet another volunteer firefighter killed whilst fighting to save a stranger’s home....Continue reading
18.01.2022 Ageism is currently thriving in Australia attempting to make those who are of a certain age feel guilty that we are a drain on society, that we are free loaders, a burden on the wealth of the country, that we have to be carried, are being given more than our fair share. That the majority of us are in nursing homes, or having to be cared for by put-upon-relatives, that we limp around having to be waited upon or helped up the stairs. Nothing is further from the truth. Only ...Continue reading
18.01.2022 MADDIE’S MEANDERINGS 28. SPRING...Continue reading
16.01.2022 Hello my lovely friends, No, DON’T PANIC, this is not one of m.a.’s emails BACKGROUND...Continue reading
15.01.2022 Hurrah for the 'Hidden Heroes'. In the dead of night and the wee small hours of the morning when those of us fortunate enough to have a roof over our heads are snug and warm in our beds the first wave of the hidden heroes are on the move. On almost empty roads, on dark streets, empty buildings they begin their day making life safe for the majority. When we think of heroes our minds go to those rushing into burning buildings or jumping into oceans to save other souls. But...Continue reading
14.01.2022 TEN THINGS TO MAKE ME FEEL GRATEFUL TODAY; 1. 2 THUMBS 2. i DON'T HAVE FLAT FEET. 3. THERE ARE SIX VIOLET CRUMBLE BARS IN THE PANTRY, (they were half price at the supermarket) 4. THE JASMINE, WISTERIA AND PORT WINE BUSH ARE ALL OUT AND SMELLING EXQUISITE.... 5. I TURN A TAP AND WATER FLOWS OUT 6. I TURN ON A SWITCH AND WE HAVE LIGHT 7. EYES TO SEE THE BEAUTY OF THE SPRING 8. FOUR LITTLE DOGS, ALL ASLEEP AROUND ME 9. I LIVE IN A COUNTRY WHICH HAS NEVER HAD A CIVIL WAR. 10. TOAST AND LOCAL HONEY. See more
14.01.2022 Hey, ho, its 2020, gosh I'm a poet and I don't know it. Perhaps I should re-think stand-up comedy. May the New Year bring peaceful pleasures with a measure of adventures; good books, films, tv, theatre, music and lots of froth and bubble. Also rain, rain, rain and hopefully more rain. Succour for those thousands affected by the bushfires, compassion and common sense from the sasd politicians we have now. May we all be able to give of ourselves in whatever way we can to alleviate the sorrow, need, worry or fear of others.
14.01.2022 NOT THE OLDEST LASS AT THE GYM. Gearing up for my 80th celebration, gosh, that time went fast, so we all have to live EVERY DAY, otherwise you youngsters will suddenly find yourself as old as me. Co-incidence is such a funny thing, yesterday collected a book from the library (no I tell a lie, Wayne did and that was another two page story in itself don’t worry am not going to tell it) which is about a 79 year old man just turning eighty. The first page talks about the a...Continue reading
14.01.2022 POEM Her gym ‘age’ is fifty seven, and, as her real age is seventy nine she was full of herself, always... casually slipping this bon mot into the conversation. Modest, but underneath so thrilled that approaching eighty she was so fit. ‘Pride goeth before a fall’. How did she let her guard down? She knew from past experiences whenever she felt secure, pleased with herself, happy with the world, the ground was always pulled from under her feet. Did it really have to be the loss of her beloved dog Maddie. to bring back the grief. Surely Maddie was blameless, innocent, just a little dog, with only love in her heart. Why did she have to suffer, to die in her mum’s arms gasping for breath. And so she plummets downwards yet again into that chasm of grief. well recognized, but forgotten for a while, that pain which blots out all else except the terrible sense of loss. The recognition of death in all its hated form, taking away she who was so loved. As it was with the death of her son, she knows she will never laugh again, nor would she want to. All she wants to do is mourn for her beloved. But she knows grief loses its intensity after a while, and she will laugh again, though at this moment she just can’t envisage it. And in the future, catching herself doing so, feeling such guilt that she does so. Friends are so overwhelmingly kind, loving, caring, supporting; phoning, writing words of comfort, sharing the grief. Those who knew Maddie grieving also for a wee soul who brought so much joy. How can she ever thank them?. How can she let them know that their words were a light in the deepest of darkness. The long distance phone calls, words of endearment,. The virtual hugs, the physical hugs from those love her and who care. Even a stranger, in a café who held her in her arms to offer comfort, succour in the time of despair. If only she could offer this comfort to the wee dogs who also grieve, who cannot understand the disappearance of their sister. She will love them even more, try to assuage their grief so that in the end, all that matters is love. ********** Today, Monday, two days after we bury Maddie so she is near us and where we shall make her a sweet smelling garden, full of rosemary for remembrance, roses, pansies and jasmine for their sweet perfume. Would that it were not so and she was with us still.
13.01.2022 Ten reasons to be grateful tonight. 1. A hot shower 2. Toes which are spread apart and make walking easy. 3. A sense of smell enabling me to smell the jasmine 4. The ability to drive... 5. A nice snuggly clean bed (to share with 4 dogs and husband though) 6. Fingers which work and can touch type 7. A jar of Mudgee honey bought today from the apiarist 8. Schnitzel for dinner 9. We live in a country which has never been invaded 10. Lovely friends See more
12.01.2022 MADDIE’S MEANDERINGS. 29 ALMOST SUMMER. Two lots of good news. The Wisteria, Jasmine and Port Wine tree are all in full flower and their perfume is just gorgeous, especially in the early morning, (when we go out in the garden for a pee) and in the evening ditto. Mum loves the perfume and sometimes walks along the Wisteria vine taking deep breaths to drink it in....Continue reading
08.01.2022 The third day of the year, 2020, the year I turn 80. The latest news is that 28 people are missing in Victoria, you think it can't get any worse, but it does and keeps on doing so. I have just written to the prime minister, copy below. This is my last post till I can cope with the grief of what we are seeing all day every day on the ABC. I don't think many folk look at this site anyway, but somehow, someway, we have to stand up and be counted. If we aren't part of the so...lution, we are very much part of the problem. prime minister morrison, You are the most appalling, thoughtless, stupid, stubborn, self-seeking, prime minister in my nearly eighty years. Your intransigence over climate change, your way of trying to turn every situation into a photo opportunity for how great you are, even, EVEN AT THE FUNERAL OF A FIREFIGHTER. You really are the pits. Your holiday overseas, your crass stupid comments about inspirational cricketers when Australia is burning. Everything you do is for a photo opportunity to show people how great you are, which you are not. You should have got the message when folk, even an exhausted firefighter wouldn't shake your hand. People despise you, I do and I am not the only one, my brother, my two nephews, my niece, my mechanic, the owner of my local cafe, my friends from age 12 to 90, with every age in between, all have a similar disgust with you. You have ignored the wise words of scientists, of your own fire chiefs. You have ignored everyone with a modicum of intelligence who can see what a disaster is happening. You will go down in history as the prime minister who brought a piece of coal into Parliament. It would actually be funny if it wasn't so deadly, totally and completely terrifying. These fires will cost billions and billions of dollars to recover from. Every Australian will pay, with their insurance, with air quality, with trees lost, with loss of wildlife, rare species of animals and plants. There will be the ongoing grief and sorrow of those who have lost loved ones, loved pets, stock, houses, businesses, the list goes on and on and on and on. From what we hear personally from The Netherlands, Austria, Canada and the UK, you are considered a fool, and a dangerous fool at that. Do not even consider having one of your minions reply to this email, don't even consider it. You are a total shonk, despised by many, laughed at by millions, you will go down in history as a destroyer of Australia. See more
06.01.2022 A letter to you whose life has changed forever because of the fires. ...Continue reading
06.01.2022 To the Wonderful, fabulous, fantastic 7.30 Report team. Hello Leigh, and all the team behind you. So, thank you, thank you, thank you ad infinitum. You are such a respected, intelligent, brave programme and I do truly salute you....Continue reading
04.01.2022 THING WHICH DEFINITELY MAKES ME PI....D OFF TODAY. AR...LICKING SCOMO, talking about trump's 'moral' values. This is a man who has raped, stolen, committed fraud, lied, cheated and scomo admires his 'moral' compass. Ginges creepes, what have things come to when we have a prime minister of this calibre. Gimmie a break
03.01.2022 MADDIE’S MEANDERINGS - Fini Clive James died the same day... as our beloved Maddie, he was eighty. Thousands were touched by his passing. It headlined the news, front page of all the papers, and many words were spoken of his brilliance. But whilst there was grief, it was time, Clive had been preparing for his mortal coil shuffle for many years. Maddie was only four years old, a little Tibetan Spaniel who loved life and had so much to give, She was full of energy, of unbounding love and had never been separated from her twin sister from another mother, Tilly. She was supposed to live a long and happy life, adored by us and by Tilly, Wendy and Tom,. Her brother by yet another mother. A tick took her life, but really Dementia was the cause, as her human dad who adored her forgot to give her the tick prevention. And the second cause, her human mother, now totally prostate with grief, who did not have the sense she was born with to recognize paralysis as a tick bite. And so we lost her. We are told that grief is not insurmountable, that time will heal, tell that to Tilly who searches unceasingly for her sister. Tell it to my heart which writhes with pain. Tell it to Wendy and Tom, who also search without success. Never let anyone tell you dogs don’t grieve. Clive will go down in history; a man of the people; poet, writer, linguist, lover of women, friend of thousands. Wise, learned, brilliant. A playright, television supremo, a reader of Tolstoy in Russian.. His books will be read, his poems appreciated, tales of his conquests told for many years. Maddie will be mourned by just a few. in numerical terms. Her human mum, her human dad, who is crushed by his forgetfulness.. Wendy, Tom, Tilly. By her human sister Abbie, Aunty Ann, Cecily, Tatjana and those dear to our hearts who love us and have offered so much comfort. And in the end, that is all that matters, to be loved and to remain alive in the memories of those who love us. For Maddie, love that would have moved mountains had it been asked. For Maddie, who brought so much unending joy, laughter, companionship, pleasure. She sang to our souls, she brought us such comfort when we were sad. She was my beloved, Tommy is Daddy’s boy, Wendy is sufficient in herself, Tilly surpremely confident up till now, knowing her sister was beside her. But Maddie, she was Mummy’s little shadow, always there, always with me. I know I will survive, but each loss bruises my heart. The loss of Mum, of my loved son Aaron, long before his time. . Of Mollie, Bubba, Ruby. Of Wayne’s memory, of my son Sean’s separation. The pain is unbearable. I shall make a garden round your grave, filled with sweet-smelling flowers of exquisite hues which will dance in the sun. Farewell darling Maddie, my love always. mum . ----Cxxxcxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
01.01.2022 MADDIE’S MEANDERINGS 32 Visit to Uncle Graham, our vet....Continue reading
