In 1924, fundraising began for a carillon at Sydney University, to remember the undergraduates, graduates, and staff who died in World War One. When they hear the glorious peals of the carillon, young men will see visions and old men will dream dreams. Justice Street. The project was
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Susan Glaspell wrote A Jury of Her Peers in 1917. It is one of the most powerful short stories I have ever read. The three female characters have remained in my heart and mind since I first came across this early piece of feminist literature over twenty
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I have a very strange orchid in my Blue Mountains garden. Its botanical name is Gastrodia sesamoides. This leafless, Australian native has been dubbed the Potato Orchid, as the tubers the plants grow from were roasted and eaten by Aborigines (particularly the Wurundjeri people of central Victoria). They
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‘EAT AWAY, CHEW AWAY, MUNCH AND BOLT AND GUZZLE, NEVER LEAVE THE TABLE TILL YOU’RE FULL UP TO THE MUZZLE.’ by A. Pudding What a genius and a national treasure Norman Lindsay was…and is. He lives on through his work, and for generations of Australian children
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It has taken over 200 years for we Aussies to start shifting away from a European style Christmas, with its heavy roast dinners and plum puddings. Mind you, there was a push for something more suitable leading up to Federation, when our national spirit was on the rise.
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There was a large gravel pit on the dairy farm I grew up on outside Ulverstone, in north west Tasmania. I don’t think the income from it was huge, but it must have been a big help to my parents when they bought the property in
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‘I think, at a child’s birth, if a mother could ask a fairy godmother to endow it with the most useful gift, that gift would be curiosity.’ Eleanor Roosevelt. Dorothy Parker was certainly correct in her quote about curiosity, and thank goodness for that. Such wise
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Sometimes you see another person’s garden and think, ‘Oh my word, I think I’ll rip all my stuff out and create something like this …well try to anyway.’ This is how I feel about Helen Chadwick’s garden, just up the road from me. It is a little piece
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‘Could we please go somewhere without Des, Pauline?’ This pathetic plea came from Milly, who lives in the shade of her famous boyfriend, Editor Des. ‘Well of course we can Darling’, I said. I decided she might enjoy a walk to Campbell Rhododendron Garden in our Blue
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Hello, Editor Des here, Well I was walking up to the Blackheath Rhododendron Festival today when I spotted one of my neighbours selling home made lemonade. It was opposite the swimming pool in Memorial Park. Actually Fergus was minding the shop while the prop, propri…the owner Luke popped
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