Our Old House

Old House on Google Maps

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I have always kept memories of our “old” house built post war.

A few weeks ago, I just happened to think of my old house back in Adelaide, that we moved into in 1948.  And there it was on Google Maps.   It was looking very close to what it looked like in the early days.  I found on the map that I could go back in history to see changes to the property, and learned that the front fence that my father built around 1949 was still there, until some time after May 2017, when it was removed and a new fence installed.

The address changed – just the name of the suburb.  I am not going to name either of the suburbs here, though some person may find it out.

Post-World War II

My memories of the first few years of my life are very vague, but I do recall living with my parents, my mother’s parents, and my mother’s sister and her husband and three of the children.  It was a big house, but it was very busy.  My parents had been in the Military, though of course my mother left when she married, but Dad “soldiered on” for a bit longer.

This is when I started being lonely as most days I wandered around on my own.  My cousins were at school, and Mum, Aunt and Nanna were busy with housework – cleaning, cooking etc.  It was here that I had my imaginary friend, whom I have never forgotten.

I recall my father was working as a signwriter when we lived at the busy house, just near the old Woodlands Castle (built in 1925 but now a shopping centre).  It was during this time that my father and brothers-in-law and friends started building the house that we moved into in 1949 at the time of my sister’s birth.

Several things that I do recall that were part of life at Woodlands, were the searchlights scanning the night sky searching for enemy aircraft (of which there were none found that I am aware) having no electricity and having the evening meal by lamplight, to make it harder for the enemy to see the city?

I also recall my grandmother killing the chickens so that we could eat them, the shortage of food, and eating liver, brains and tripe (which was sheep stomach lining.)  There were food vouchers too around that time.

The laundry and bathroom were in a separate building not far from the back door.  I still recall the old washing machine and the copper to boil water.

I can’t remember anything of the bathroom but I do recall that there were chamber pots under every bed in the house, that were emptied each morning.  There’s history of chamber pots video here.   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seVHNdytm4o

Neighbours in the new house.

I recall that some of the funding for the house or land came from a War Service Homes project by the government, but I may be wrong.  It was never discussed in the family.

There were neighbours next door on one side and paddocks on the other side.  Over the years the whole area was built on but I can recall those early days.  Our neighbours were great and our parents kept in touch right until the end of their lives. In fact I am still friends with one of the girls that lived there.  Yes, a friend lasting from 1948!!!


My first school was about 2,3 kms (or 1.4 miles) away and I walked alone often, though sometimes with a neighbour, young Roger.  It was along roads and through the bushland if we chose to take that route.

After 3 or 4 years at that school another one was built closer to home and I went to that one. I don’t think Roger did, but again I walked to school.  Often alone, though the population grew and there more kids making their way to the closer school.

Many memories.

For the first years we lived there our street was a dirt track, which after rains became muddy holes and challenging road way for the few cars and the horses and carts.

I remember the milkman with his horse and cart delivering milk and putting it in the metal billy can waiting at the front gate.  I remember the ice man delivering large blocks of ice for the ice cream, for there was no refrigerators at the time.

My mother walked to the local corner store to buy groceries – sugar, flour etc, weighed and put in paper bags.  There were not great supermarkets in those days.  The butcher was next door, with a sawdust-covered floor (to mop up the blood from the meat) and a huge wooden chopping block where they cut and carved the meat.







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Old School Days

Memories of Old School Days

I was inspired to write this after a discussion with school friends about school days many years ago.  Things were so different to what students experience now, and students now cannot believe what we had to endure.

In primary school we had no official uniforms in those days, but girls often wore navy or black tunics with a white blouse underneath.  The only shoes available were brown laceups which we cleaned daily.

School Milk

One thing that often comes up in conversations about school in the “olden days” is the school milk program, which started in 1951 by the Menzie’s government, and went on until Gough Whitlam was Prime Minister and it was stopped in 1973, due to the high cost of the program at the tie.

Milk in glass bottles with silver foil caps was delivered to schools in crates, with enough for all the students.  There was limited or no refrigeration available in those days, so many students of that time remember the warm milk, especially in summer. It was initially about providing good nutrition to young people after World War II, which saw a shortage of quality healthy foods. (There is discussion about bringing a similar program back to schools for the nutritional value for young people and to assist the dairy industry.)

Thanks to Victoria Museum

Old School Days

School Rules

Discipline was rather scary in those days as teachers were able to hit students with “the cane”.  Girls would get a sting from it on their hands, while boys would get slapped on their bums.  (This was still part of discipline in some schools until around 1979.)

Teachers were addressed as Mr, Mrs, or Miss in those days, and many strict teachers were almost feared.

Most mornings we would stand in the school “quadrangle” for assembly when we would start with the national anthem which was “God Save the King” until the death of King George VI in 1952, and “God Save the Queen” when Queen Elizabeth was crowned shortly after the King’s passing.

Getting to School

There were few cars in those days, so most students walked to school or rode bikes.  I caught a steam train to the first school I attended – Hopetoun at Brighton in Adelaide – I was 4 years old.  The next school was Brighton Primary School which I attended for about four years – I would walk, often with another student Roger, around 2 kms through bushland to get to school.  When Oaklands Primary School started, it was closer to home so I went there.  Usually, I walked with my sister or friends.

After primary school, I attended what was then called Brighton High School for three years, and I rode my bicycle to and from school.  My last year of high school was Adelaide Girls High school right in the centre of the city of Adelaide and it was a steam train ride, and a walk to the school through the city streets.

Writing, Arithmetic and Spelling

What was referred to as “The three R’s” was the focus of school in those days. We used lead pencils to write and learned how to write cursive writing, mostly with our pens with inik.  There was a hole in the timber desks, where the ink was, and we would dip our pens (with a wooden handle with metal nib) to refresh the ink.

We also studied geography, history, English and the girls did “domestic science” – sewing, cooking and skills for housework, and the boys did “woodwork” at Primary School, and at high school, other subjects were on the list of subjects – Latin, French, Anatomy and physiology, Typing, Shorthand, and Bookkeeping and more.

Mental as anything

Most mornings in primary school we would have a session of “mental arithmetic) and spelling.  The teacher would give us verbally a calculation to work out – usually about 10, and we would mark the work of the student sitting beside us, and then would be spelling – the teacher would say 10 words, one at a time, and we would have to get them corrected by the other student.  That is the way we learned how to spell and work out calculations (without help from tools.)

School Excursions

The only excursions I experienced were two visits to the Coca-Cola factory near the city.  I do recall a bus trip to Anzac Highway in 1954, when Queen Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh visited Australia after the Queen’s coronation. We stood at the side of the highway with thousands of people until they passed in a motor vehicle, waving at everyone.

Guy Fawkes

The story of Guy Fawkes goes back to 1605, and was celebrated every year on November 5th, until the 1980’s.  A huge bonfire would be lit up in a park and people would come with fireworks and crackers, and there would be great displays of the fireworks going off.  It was ceased in the 1980’s as too many people were being injured by the fireworks.  Some of us remember the exciting nights of celebrations.

The School Bell

Schools had a large brass bell that was rung at the beginning and end of every lesson.  A student who was the bell monitor or a teacher would ring the bell.  It was a demanding task!

Cooling and Heating the Classroom

Air conditioning was certainly non-existent in our schools, and fans were not inuse, during my school days.  We opened the windows and hoped for a cool breeze in the hot summer days of South Australia. When winter came we had a fire in a “fireplace” – an enclosed metal and glass contraption with a small door where someone would add pieces of wood to keep the fire going and keep the room warm.

No, there was no reverse-cycle air conditioning in those days.


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The Wetlands

Brisbane, the capital city of Queensland, Australia, is near the mouth of the Brisbane River, which flows into Moreton Bay, which has over 350 islands.  There are quite a few wetlands areas along the coast, and the Wynnum Wetlands, just south of the mouth of the Brisbane River is a great place to visit.

I confess I have not been able to explore it until this day, April 2024. The area near the wetlands was once a huge rubbish tip for Brisbane City, but a few years ago, it was deemed full and the area was recreated into a public park and wetland area, with access to a Bird Hide, Walks through the mangrove and other trees, and a great boardwalk to explore the sea.

I have been before but not walked the whole track – but so glad that I have at last done soon.  I am sure I will sleep well tonight! There are several ways to access it, but I went to the northern entrance which has a good parking area.

On the Walking Track

Taken with Olympus EM10

Near the entrance to the park.

With all the rain that Queensland has experienced over the last few months, everything green is very green.  The walking path is easy but slopes up and down around the property.

The views are great – especially from the higher slopes.  All sorts of trees, and birds abound in the area, and it is a place where migratory birds come each year, usually between March and September.  I didn’t see any on this occasion.

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Swampy creek where many of the birds like to rest.

The Bird Hide in the Wetlands

There’s a great bird hide, made with many recycled items from the old rubbish dump.  It’s a good idea to have binoculars to get a good view of the birds.  I could see some in the distance.

There’s seating, spaces to “hide” to watch the birds and plenty of information about the feathery visitors from overseas.

Taken with my Olympus EM 10

The Bird Hide

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Taken with my Olymp-us EM 10.

The wetlands

I’d like to see a little more information about the route around the wetlands, as it is a long walk and a little confusing at times.

Taken with Olympus EM 10

Heading to the Boardwalk

Queenslanders are very familiar with mangrove trees as they grow pretty much all along there cost and as we have tidal changes every day, the mangroves grow well with their roots in mainly water – salt water.

Crabs and Fish

It is also a habitat for some fish to breed and various crabs.  The muddy tides are a popular spot for the wonderful mud crabs too, and it is not surprising to see a few crabpots nearby.

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On the Boardwalk

Olympus EM 10

On the Boardwalk looking out onto Moreton Bay

There is a reminder on one of the signs to look up and down.  Some of the birds will not be on the ground or water, but high overhead in the trees.  There are things to see above and below.  Sometimes it is good to stand or sit quietly for a while and listen.  You will hear strange sounds from the water and the trees above.


Spoonbills in the Swamp

Words of  Advice

You can do a short walk or a long walk.  Wear comfortable shoes, and make sure you have your phone with you – just in case.  A hat may be a good idea – and as mosquitos love the wetlands, it is a good idea to take a repellant too.  There are not a lot of places to rest, but do so if you are feeling stressed or tired.

As I was walking alone, I also carried a personal alarm, which I have with me all the time.  (I’ve never had to use it – but I am comforted by having it with me!

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Helping a Butterfly

Helping a Butterfly

I love butterflies and have on occasions visited Butterfly exhibits in Singapore International Airport and the Bribie Island (Queensland).  At Bribie I had two of my grandchildren visiting with me – but it was a while ago.  I must visit again one day.

But this story is about a butterfly I met last week.  I went to the Library in Wynnum to collect a book that I had ordered a few weeks earlier and had received advice that it had arrived in the Library.

I was carrying a handbag and another bag as I was on my way to the supermarket.  I was waiting at the lift and happened to see a beautiful butterfly flapping in a corner of some windows, clearly trying desperately to get out into the fresh air.  It had no hope as it had somehow found its way into the corner and there was no easy escape.

Shuffling the book and bags into my left hand, I reached for the butterfly and holding its wings together as kindly as I could, I picked it up and, as the lift arrived I walked in, still holding the exhausted butterfly and as the lift descended to the ground floor I spoke to the butterfly, telling it I was trying to save it.

It didn’t flap or move – I think it was somewhat exhausted from its failed attempts to escape through the window.

Where would I put the butterfly?

As I tried to balance the things in my left hand, keeping my eyes on my new friend, I suddenly had to work out what I was going to do with it, and walked out onto the footpath.  Then I saw, just 10 feet away, some bushes and I quickly walked towards them.  Carefully I placed the butterfly on the bush, and watched to see what it did.

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The Butterfly rests.

For a few seconds, it just remained still.  I had a feeling it was exhausted.  I can’t recall what I said, but I did speak to it.  I wished it well and told it to hide amidst the leaves.  Then I watched it slowly creep lower into the bush.

I was able to take out my phone and take a few quick pictures of it – even getting a glimpse of its beautiful wings.  Then I left, feeling very good about my good deed.

I hope it is now safe and happy.  I know I will never see it again, but I will remember it as long as my memory holds.

taken with PixelA Camera.

Goodbye Butterfly. Stay safe.



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Photos and Transport Memories

Photos and Transport Memories

I remember when there were few cameras.  As I peruse photos in my vast collection that go back to the 1940’s, I note that in those days the photos were in black and white and were few and far between. Most of my photos are on my computer – most taken in the last 20 years or so when I chose to make photography a hobby.  While so many are digital these days, I still get many printed – and often use them on cards I create.

As I am trying to downsize I am very challenged.  So many photos I will discard, as they mean nothing to my family these days.  I have so many from my times in China and I found these in a photo album and have scanned them to include in this post.

When I arrived in China we were surprised and astounded at the traffic on the roads, from huge trucks with men and women sitting atop the load – no safety rules apparent.  Sitting on the side of a road with my camera always allowed me to record things we’d never see in Australia.

Only in China.

Transporting water bottles on the campus.

The Water Bottle Carrier

Drinking local water was not always a good idea, so we would use a water dispenser in our apartments.  The building was a six-story building, and we would send a message that our water had run out, and a man would ride his bike to us, and carry the huge bottle upstairs on his shoulders.  We would often hear him huffing and puffing as he struggled up the stairs.

We always lamented that there was no lift in the building, as with luggage and shopping the stairs were always a challenge and of course, we felt for the man struggling with our water!!

The Cane Chair Delivery

In the city of Shaoxing where I was living and teaching, we would often see scenes like this.   I was told that the chairs were probably made in a nearby village and this is the way they were transported to the retailer.  It’s hard to calculate how many were loaded onto the bicycle, but certainly looks to be an economical way to transport.  I found it amusing that the man in charge chose to use a pedestrian crossing.

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To the Tip?

This load looks like it would head to the tip – or recycling.  Who knows, but at least this transport vehicle had an engine, so the delivery journey would not be hard.

These were common sights when I was in China

More boxes of ????

Another worker transporting product – no idea what is in the large packages.  Maybe transferring from warehouse to retailer.

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And wait, there’s more….

Worker in China

More Boxes

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On his way to the tip? Who knows.

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Remembering Lady Baden Powell and Guides

Lady Baden Powell – IWD and more.

As the month of March 2024 comes to an end, I am reflecting on a busy and interesting time, with special events to celebrate International Women’s Day (or Month), and much more. I’ve had teeth out, I’ve tried (with mild success) to get back to writing more often, and I have failed to tidy up my boxes of paperwork in the lounge room. And I acknowledged Lady Baden Powell, the founder of Girl Guides.


While I am often prepared to speak at OWNQ (Older Women’s Network Qld) events, as I am the president and I have been “public speaking” for many years, though less these days.  Also being a teacher has helped me be comfortable speaking to a room of people.  Mostly.

At one event, when another speaker finished early and I was suddenly asked to speak, I managed to do so of course, but laughed at the less than 60 second notice I received.  At another event the keynote speaker was late, so again with no notice I was asked to speak –  and luckily the speaker arrived shortly after, so my short unprepared talk was adequate.

Lady Olave Baden Powell

At another event, I spoke about a lady, who was significant in my life when I was in my teens – Lady Baden Powell.  When I was around 10 years old, I became a Brownie, (the junior groups of Guides) and a year or two later graduated to the 1st Warradale Girl Guide group, in Adelaide.

I was an enthusiastic Guide – happy to work to achieve various awards, and eventual Captain of the Swallow Patrol – meeting in a hall that was built by my father and other volunteers.  My mother by this stage was the Divisional Commissioner (she had been a Girl Guide in her teenage years too).

In 1961 Lady Baden Powell visited Adelaide, and there had been a competition and the three top patrols were presented to her in the parklands near South Terrace in Adelaide.  The Swallows came second, so I was one of the lucky ones to meet her – I was 17 years old, and she was in her 70’s.


My Queen’s Guide Badge

The following year, I was awarded the Queen’s Award at Government House Adelaide on Thinking Day.  No photos – but a certificate that has not survived well and a badge, which I still have.  Not long after I joined the senior girls group, the Ranger Guides, and it was as a Ranger that I attended a tour of the QEII Hospital, and on the spur of the moment decided to be a nurse.

The following month, I was on a train to Mt Gambier, in the south-east of South Australia to start my nursing training, which I completed in 1966. Sadly I never went back to Guiding.

I was pleased to tell the story of Lady Baden Powell, who was the instigator of the Guide Movement in 1910 – an organisation that continues to this day.  I am glad I remembered her on IWD and shared some of her story.  What a legacy she left!

Sometimes I do think about Guiding and how it meant so much to me, and how I never returned to it.  My children were not interested as sport and music were more important to them.  I do spend time recalling those days – of the people I met, and the event I went to in Perth in 1962.   Two of my grandchildren were Scouts for several years, but again ,sport took over their live too.

It is an amazing organisation and I value the things I learned and the learning of good personal skills too.  I am glad it is still in existence though.

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The Kindle Story

The Kindle Story

Dancing in the Dust on Kindle – I’m glad I bought it.

I bought my first Kindle when I was travelling quite a bit. I learned early in my adventures that I would like to read, but carrying a heavy book on my travels presented a few challenges. My first Kindle (bought nearly 20 years ago) still works – though it is slow and not able to use the latest technology, so I have a second one – smaller and it works well for me.

My Kindles

My Kindles

Most of my reader friends prefer “real books” and I share their love, but the Kindle is much easier to use when travelling. Smaller, easy to read and mine is loaded with books, so I can go back and read something I bought years ago.  And it is not as heavy – it weighs no more if I have one book in my Kindle or 20! All the books from my first Kindle are now on Kindle Number 2 – Kindle Paperwhite – Version 11.

Nurses and the Bush

The last addition to my Kindle collection is a book that resonates with me.  I was a registered nurse and have worked in hospitals and nursing homes around Australia and I have driven around Australia too.  So, I connected well with the new book.

Dancing in the Dust” was written by Ann Martin, who is a nurse who trained in Brisbane (where I have lived since the 1970s), and in 1967, she and two of her other nursing friends left Brisbane in an old VW Kombi van to travel and work around Australia.

My Story

I completed my nursing training in 1966, in Mt Gambier, South Australia and went to Melbourne where I worked briefly at the Austin Hospital before doing some “private casing”.  I returned to Mt Gambier to do Midwifery training, but the course was cancelled a few days before it was due to start.  I married in 1967, and by 1969 I was back living in Melbourne, with a husband and two toddlers.

As a family, we travelled back and forth from Brisbane to Adelaide (to see my family) and Melbourne (to see my husband’s family) for many years.

My solo travelling around Australia did not start until November 2012 – by which time my marriage had ended and it was travel alone or don’t do it!  I did not set off with friends, but all alone in a Mitsubishi Lancer which was about 1 year old, and it took me nearly five months.

The Book was added to my Kindle

I didn’t look for a new book last week  – I have plenty to read, but somehow, I accidentally found the Kindle version of  “Dancing in the Dust” and when I saw it was about nurses driving around Australia – I just had to have it. Moments later it was added to my Kindle and I started reading and couldn’t put it down.  Within a couple of days, I had completed it.

My Review of “Dancing in the Dust”

It certainly was a fun read and I was impressed that they were able to find work, all three of them, in hospitals in the outback and the tremendous fun they had with their new friends, families around the country and the Kombi van that seemed to be on a route to break every piece of itself.

The travellers visited many of the places I visited, so it helped me revisit much of my journey. I enjoyed that part of their story, though I acknowledge that since 1967 many things have changed – even in some of the outback.

I did find quite a few errors that the editor must have missed.  There were simple things with missing words or letters, which of course irritated me.  Now I know there is usually one error in every book, but I found too many.

Also, I would like to have seen a more interesting biography of the writer, as I have been unable to find out much about her even though she has published several other books.

Some more information about the title

When I Googled the title to learn more about the author, I found that in 2003 there was an award-winning movie also called “Dancing in the Dust”.  There is no book, and I may one day pay to watch the video.  It is a story about an Iranian man, and I am sure if it is in English.

I am interested that the title of Ann’s book is the same as the movie.  I doubt it was intentional, and I wonder if it is a good idea to use a name for a book that is already used? I would choose not to do so.

The trailer for the movie is below.

I do recommend the book – it is an easy read and quite hilarious.  Well done, Ann Martin.

Readers, do you have any comments?

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International Women’s Day 2010

Second International Women’s Day Event

When I went to China in 2008, and spent almost a year there, working at a college/university, I had no plans to return, and in 2009 I expected I would stay home in Wynnum, Queensland.

But I was offered an opportunity to spend 3 months in South Korea, in a city called Jeon Ju and with a little fear and trepidation I accepted.

Not long after returning to Australia after that adventure, I was offered a position back in Shaoxing, for just one semester, so in February 2010, I was on my way back to China.

As was the case in 2008, I was there in time for International Women’s Day – but this time the celebrations were quite different. It was to be held at a major hotel in Shaoxing, and when we received our invitations, it came with a request to perform.  As often happened, it was me who set out to arrange something that the Aussie ladies could do. And of course, no one wanted to participate. It was funny that again we were asked about our Australian National Dress.  What is it?

Australian National Costume?

I have Googled “Australian National Costume” – and there is no “one” outfit that fits this concept.  We often laughed and said, t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.  What if?

I am Australian

Anyway, we were not in any national costume for this event, but a friend and I took to the stage and sang the famed Seeker’s song “I am, we are, Australian”.   As one who does not like to perform in public (or at all), I was pleased with our act, and we got plenty of applause!!

Qui Jin

It was some time later, that I learned about Qui Jin – who was from the city of Shaoxing.  I don’t recall any mention of her at either of the IWD events I attended.  What a shame!  As a local amazing woman, with her statue in the middle of town, I would have thought there would be a mention of her.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qiu_Jin

Why wasn’t she mentioned at an International Women’s Day event in China?  She was active around the beginning of last century in trying to stop the binding of feet of Chinese women – which was part of tradition.  Maybe it was to stop the wives running away when their marriages were not happy.  But young girls had the bones in their feet broken and turned under the foot, which was painful for them.

Over many years, various entities attempted to get the act of foot binding banned, and there is a great story of the history of this terrible custom on Wikipedia here.   Around 1910 things were changing in China and footbinding was on the way out.  An interesting story.

Anyway, I have good memories of International Women’s Day celebrations in China.

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International Woman’s Day Stories

 Part One

I attended my first IWD event yesterday with members of the Older Women’s Network at Maroochydore on the Sunshine Coast. It was a great event with the ladies from many Queensland branches.

Of course, I have been attending International Women’s Day events for many years but two stand out.  Both were in China.

Visiting a Match Factory?

In 2008, I set off to take on my first contract teaching at a college south of Shanghai.  I and two other Aussie teachers arrived in February, and I was delighted to receive an invitation to an International Women’s Day event.  Our invitation was mainly in Chinese, and the information from the college staff was that it was to be held in a “match factory”.  All of the women teaching staff were invited and we met in what was called SPT Street in the college and boarded a bus.

Our first stop was a ceremonial hall with gifts from the many “sister cities” worldwide that had connected with the city of Shaoxing.  After a short tour of this venue, we returned to the buses for the trip to the factory. There were Chinese and foreign (lowai) women in attendance.

It didn’t take long to learn that it was not a “match” factory, but a “mattress factory” where high-quality mattresses for upmarket hotels around the world were manufactured.  We were taken on a tour through display hotel rooms, to see the products they made, before being taken to a huge hall for the official ceremony.

We were not allowed to take a camera into the venue – for photos of the rooms and mattresses were forbidden.

There were presentations in English and Chinese -from talks, to dances and Chinese Opera too.  At the last performance, a lovely young lady in a beautiful traditional costume made her way around the stage doing a dance with twirly hand movements. Foreigners were asked to join her.  No one did, that is almost no one.  I had hoped one of the younger ladies would have joined the dancer, but when no one else did, I chose to.

My efforts to follow her movements were a total failure, so as the music pace increased, I did my own version.  I might add that the dancer was in wonderful costume, and I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt, a jacket and sneakers – not the best attire for this!

As I embarrassingly departed the “stage” I heard the MC describe me as “the blonde Aussie disco dancer.”  We all had a laugh, and strangely I was to bump into the MC on many occasions over the next year and he always referred to me as “the blonde Aussie disco dancer.

Afterwards, we were treated to a delightful banquet, and we all received a gift of a silk scarf, which I still have.

Fortunately, there are no photos of me there – though I was to learn later, that there was a TV report for IWD, with a short view of me dancing and some of my students saw it and spoke to me about it later!!!

(Over the next few days I will post two more stories about International Women’s Day information).

This week I will be attending four events to celebrate IWD, so more stories to come.

Dear Reader, if you wish to comment on an International Women’s Day event that you can report on, feel free to do so in the contact form below.

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What? No Cash?

A World with No Cash?

Sadly, our world is moving to a cashless society!  And it is getting more and more complicated.  We are all hearing strange stories of people having to make challenging changes to our normal lives, because of the strange changes banks are making.  Banks don’t like cash, and they don’t like cheques.

Only recently I had to transfer some money to someone’s account urgently to help with an issue.  I went to “my” bank with the other person’s details, but could only transfer $1000.  The amount needed was more than that, so I had to go to another branch of my bank.  Really??  This was only a bank transfer – no cash or cheques involved!!!   But that is what I had to do.

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No Piggy Bank


Cheque???  No, thank you.

It’s not only cash that is an issue, but the banks don’t like cheques. A friend was purchasing a brand new car, from a car business they were familiar with.  This family does not do Internet banking, and there was little or no information from the car retailer about how the payment was to be made.  The couple turned up to pick up the car, with a cheque to pay, as they had done previously.  No, the business wouldn’t accept a cheque (though I did think that for a new car, a cheque might have been an issue!).

It took quite a few days in the end, to pay the bill and collect the new wheels.

No Internet – No Business.

In recent months in Australia, there have been huge weather issues.  A cyclone in North Queensland, floods and storms in other parts of Queensland and Australia.  Some businesses lost electricity, and not for just a short time, but for hours, days or weeks.

Of course, many food items had to be destroyed, but without electricity, a business cannot accept payments.  Some can’t even process cash – but it was a disaster for many businesses, even when they were still able to do business, getting payment was a BIG issue.

What about the tooth fairy?  And how do you give money to your grandchildren?

Elderly Folk want to use Cash!!!

How many senior folk don’t use Internet banking?  Hundreds and thousands.  All they have ever used was cash or cheques.  To use Internet banking wisely it is good to be familiar with checking their bank balances, and be able to buy items online, and much more.

So many senior folk have never used a computer, and may not have the skills to learn how to use them.  How many senior folk don’t have a “smart” phone, but only use a photo to make phone calls?  And for some trying to see the small letters and numbers on a normal smartphone is likely to produce challenges.

Bank branches are closing everywhere -because of the increase of online banking and the demise of cash and cheques, but I am interested to see how it all pans out over the next few years.

I am not confident that the current processes are going to work long-term.  I am concerned, especially for those who cannot or do not want to go in that direction.  I don’t believe proper research has been done, and there is no information on how it is all going to be managed long-term.

What if there is a major event – and no one can access bank information, and they don’t have cash, and if there is no electricity nothing will work????

We certainly need more information on how our country will work in the event of a major event.

I understand many people are collecting and hiding cash.  But will that work????

What do you think?  I’d like to hear from you.



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