Dreams and visions

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Posted on 20th February 2010 by admin in Racism | Susan's posts | The Intervention

As Garrison Keilor might say “It’s been an interesting week in Yuendumu”. Here it feels like a second wave of The Intervention is upon us, and it is a wave that has far wider and deeper implications than its first iteration in late 2007.

While the edges of The Intervention are being played with by Minister Macklin, mainly by discriminating against welfare benefits recipients generally,  rather than just against welfare benefit recipients in remote Aboriginal communities so that it can be argued that income management is not racially discriminatory, remote communities are being visited by the Remote Services Delivery team.

(As an aside we were privileged at the Remote Services Delivery meeting to be given an explanation by a government representative about the difference between late 2007 and early 2010 – in late 2007 it was called The Intervention, now it is called the NT Emergency Response).

One of the goals of the Remote Service Delivery (RSD) program is to develop Local Implementation Plans (LIPs).  As usual there are lots of acronyms when government introduces new programs. The areas that need to be developed are already worked out by government and the role of local people is to say how they want government services delivered within these parameters.  Apparently this means that the LIPs will be about grass roots involvement and the plans being developed at a grass roots level.   More and more Orwell’s 1984 world is played out in NT Aboriginal communities, but the public servants and consultants delivering these new programs with evangelistic zeal, say no no, this is going to be about local involvement. The divide is fundamental and all the power belongs with government.  The fear is palpable – if we don’t get involved we will miss out, our children will suffer, this is the only way to get what we need.

And so the meeting moved to nominating people who would be on the LIP – I resist the temptation to pun about this being LIP service. Twelve would be a good number says the RSD spokesperson.  It should represent the skin groups says a senior Aboriginal woman – that will mean 16 at least. The traditional owners need to be on it (noting that the main TO was not at the meeting – but as it transpires turns up at the end of the meeting because he hadn’t been told the meeting was on).  And what about that senior person says another – that person is really important for this group.

At the end there were 36 names on the board representing key families, skin groups and TOs.  This is the kind of democratic model that sits under Warlpiri communities like Yuendumu, and one that works on consensus rather than majority rule or small groups of “decision makers”.  Another fundamental divide between whitefella ways and Aboriginal ways.

And so the week rolled on, with a Local Advisory Board meeting (a local advisory group for the Central Desert Shire) where only three recommendations are permitted per meeting to be sent up to the Shire Council itself.

Friday night never looked so good as a way of vegging out watching ABC Friday night crime.

Things that aren’t anymore because of refrigeration

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Posted on 14th February 2010 by admin in Growing old | Susan's posts

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We celebrated Chinese New Year this afternoon with Sisters Magali and Maria from the order of the Little Sisters of Jesus. This order has been at Yuendumu a long time and have been in Central Australia for over 50 years. It was Magali’s vegetable garden that first got us into gardening at Yuendumu. Maria has a gift with the garden and has been able to keep the garden going as Magali’s strength has waned over the years.  Here is a picture of Maria,  and you can see a picture of Magali sitting with one of the women from Yuendumu on the home page of the Little Sister’s of Jesus’ website.

We shared soup, homemade spring rolls, Chinese spiced pork. a beautiful prawn salad and a huge watermelon. And of course we talked about life and gardens and chickens and ducks as we shared this lovely meal.

Magali comes from the Auvergne in France and Maria from Vietnam.  Both grew up in a village and agricultural environment.  Trevor grew up in the same kind of environment. So there was lots of talk about the ways that food was prepared on special occasions with family coming together to do all the things that needed for a feast – plucking ducks and chickens, slaughtering and butchering pigs, making special meats using fermentation methods and lots more.

Magali’s niece in France is now running an organic chicken and goose farm where all the animals are free range, and when slaughtered are hand plucked.  This got us onto talking about howthe whole animal was used, including the feathers and down. Magali remembers having a feather mattress and how all the children in the family complained in summer because the bed was so hot, but in winter there was no better place to be. She also remembered that the main meal was lunch and there would be a soup or cassoulet always that was kept going. Her mother would put the soup “to bed” by placing it in the midst of a feather mattress, where it would never lose it’s temperature, and be ready for the next day’s additions to it.

Trevor and Maria shared stories about the ways in which meats were prepared using rice that would ferment and pickle the meat.  And about the markets were meat produce was bought live. Maria said how she  got homesick at the thought of how meat was carefully wrapped in rice and banana leaves and kept for a couple of weeks in anticipation of family coming to be together for Chinese New Year. Each member of the family would be given a slice of the meat to take home, and her sister who could never wait would always peak at the meat and just have a little taste to make sure it was all going OK.

These were the days before refrigeration when people had to be creative to make sure things lasted. And when food couldn’t be sent thousands of kilometres without rotting.

Refrigerators, washing machines, electric stoves – I’m not going to complain especially if a dishwasher is thrown in to – they’ve made it possible for me to do things other than be a home keeper. At the same time the separation of people from “straight from the ground” or “straight from the animal” food has been profound. Is it too much to link these changes directly to climate change? Don’t know, and I am not sure that I want a life that involves a lot of chicken feather plucking, but I suppose part of the issue is that life in the “old days” was based on having extended family with you living in family compounds with grandparents, parents, children, grandchildren, where work would be shared.

These things aren’t anymore and personally I blame refrigeration.

Laughs of the week – GBMs and getting older

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Posted on 12th February 2010 by admin in Racism | Susan's posts

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GBMs

Yuendumu is a prescribed community in the Northern Territory. This means we are subject to the NT Emergency Response legislation, otherwise called The Intervention. There is a lot to say about this in terms of the reach of the legislation into aspects of daily life in an Aboriginal community.  Things like compulsory income management, compulsory leases of Aboriginal land, banning of alcohol and X rated materials. And the implementation of Government Business Managers (GBMs) who live in the community, a role that we have never really understood.

Yuendumu has been a dry community, as instigated by the community, for over 20 years.  Policing has always been an issue though and the community has found it hard to battle the grog-runners. The Intervention with the increased policing has been promoted as a way of reducing grog-running. But it has been galling for the community to be classified as having alcohol problems when its attempts to thwart the grog-runners were not backed up by adequate policing for over 20 years.

Today in the midst of all this we had a good laugh. Our GBM is going on an alcohol fast for the month of February  – Feb Fast. He sent around an email to all and sundry in Yuendumu asking to be sponsored for this for charity.

Now as far as we understand it, just living in a prescribed community means that you are in an alcohol free zone no matter what. So we all laughed, in a kind of sad way.

Getting older

And one more final laugh from a friend’s email. Subject line – How True. Here’s the email.


CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY FRIENDS WHO WERE BORN IN THE

1930’s 1940’s, 50’s, 60’s and early 70’s !


First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they carried us and lived in houses made of asbestos.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese, raw egg products, loads of bacon and processed meat, tuna from a can, and didn’t get tested for diabetes or cervical cancer.

Then after that trauma, our baby cots were covered with bright coloured lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets or shoes, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.

As children, we would ride in cars with no seat belts or air bags.


We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle..

Take away food was limited to fish and chips, no pizza shops, McDonalds , KFC, Subway or Nandos.

Even though all the shops closed at 6.00pm and didn’t open on the weekends, somehow we didn’t starve to death!


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this.

We could collect old drink bottles and cash them in at the corner store and buy  Toffees, Gobstoppers, Bubble Gum and some bangers to blow up frogs with.
We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank soft drinks with sugar in it, but we weren’t overweight because……

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of old prams and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. We built tree houses and dens and played in river beds with matchbox cars.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo Wii , X-boxes, no video games at all, no 999 channels on SKY ,
No video/DVD  films,
No mobile phones, no personal computers, no Internet or Internet chat rooms……….WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no
Lawsuits from these accidents.

Only girls had pierced ears!

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

You could only buy Easter Eggs and Hot Cross Buns at Easter time…


We were given air guns and catapults for our 10th birthdays,


We rode bikes or walked to a friend’s house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them!

Mum didn’t have to go to work to help dad make ends meet!

RUGBY and CRICKET had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn’t had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!! Getting into the team was based on
MERIT

Our teachers used to hit us with canes and gym shoes and bully’s always ruled the playground at school.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of.
They actually sided with the law!

Our parents didn’t invent stupid names for their kids like ‘Kiora’ and ‘Blade’ and ‘Ridge’ and ‘Vanilla’

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO
DEAL WITH IT ALL !


And YOU are one of them!
CONGRATULATIONS!

You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives for our own good.

PS -The big type is because your eyes are not too good at your age anymore
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Hatching eggs

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Posted on 9th February 2010 by admin in Chickens | Susan's posts

I reckon nature has it totally worked out. There’s hens and there’s a rooster, nature takes it course, 3 weeks later or thereabouts there are baby chickens. Problem of course being the rooster crowing.

We’ve got this problem (as far as noise is concerned)  that we live next to the Yuendumu Old People’s Place who provide a range of services including palliative care. We don’t want to have a rooster waking up the neighbours when the people staying there need rest and quiet.

So we’ve got this bantam hen that goes broody at the drop of a hat and having read all the chicken books and web articles we could find, we decided to get fertilised eggs from an Alice Springs person Trevor knows.

It’s not that easy – for one thing our trips to Alice are infrequent and generally unplanned so we didn’t have a nesting box ready for the eggs and the bantam. The hen house where the normal nesting boxes are gets really really hot in our area and having the bantam in there all day has already put her at risk a few times before when she has been in her broody state.

So Trevor made up a makeshift box after work with his usual care and bits and peices he has found at the tip and it looked really great. We put it in the  run on a couple of pieces of steel to keep it off the ground a bit and under the bit of the roof to make it relatively cool.

Next get the bantam out of the hen house where she was coincidentally in her broody mode on a nest and trying to hatch 2 unfertilised eggs. Fortunately chickens are really easy to manage at night so she didn’t protest too much. We stuck her on the nest and put the fertilised eggs in around her as best we could.

She sort of looked OK for a few minutes and then emboldened by the beam of light from Trevor’s head lamp she leaped out. I grabbed her and stuck her back in and Trevor got some fence grating and put it up against the entrance.

I dreamed that night of little chickens. But next morning she was no longer broody and the eggs were abandoned.

Consultations with the local chicken expert revealed that we should have put her in the nesting box with the eggs she had already warmed up. And then gradually introduce the new eggs.

So next time that’s what we are going to try. But I can’t help but think a rooster might be a better bet. Or failing that I’m on eBay bidding for an egg incubator.

A bit later the same night ….

Trevor’s got his old yoghurt maker out and set up an incubator. This is a great site for all sorts of information about artificial hatching - http://chickscope.beckman.uiuc.edu/resources/egg_to_chick/procedures.html

POSTSCRIPT – The yoghurt maker overheated and the eggs are now history. Back to the drawing board.

Plants that survive the heat

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Posted on 6th February 2010 by admin in Gardening | Susan's posts

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I’ve been wandering around the garden this morning having a look at what is surviving in the continuing very high temperatures we’ve been having. There are a few things that are looking poorly such as the kale, but remarkably quite a lot of things seem to be going OK.

We planted rockmelon later this year just because we were so busy. Trevor planted a couple of seeds into soil that keeps cool and damp from the run off from the evaporative air conditioner. There are three fruits going well, and female flowers are still appearing. They are also some coming up amongst the green manure but that area is turning into a jungle so I didn’t venture into see how they were doing.

The snake beans that we had no success with last year,  have this summer been really yielding good crops of sweet beans. It’s sometimes hard to see them because they look so much like the stems of the beans.

We have had a chili bush now for three years and it is incredibly prolific. There are many many many more chilis than we can use. It yields green and red chilis that just look beautiful in the garden.

The eggplants are getting a go on again and setting fruit. We never getting really large ones, but the flavour is beautiful.

The rosemary we put in last year is turning into a large bush already. We bought as a herb to use with meats. Unfortunately we have taken to vegetarianism again and so its uses are going to be more limited.

And finally one of our favourite plants – luffa – is as usual doing well in the heat (as long as we keep it on a dripper). Beautiful yellow flowers, great looking leaves and not only delicious fruits when picked young, but also the fabulous bath luffa is produced if you leave the fruits to grow big and dry out on the vine.

Penthouse views

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Posted on 5th February 2010 by admin in Chickens | Susan's posts

We are still trying to get a big run built for the chickens. Their current run and hen house are quite big enough for 3 chickens, but we want to be able to use the chickens to help us with working the soil. Its going to be quite a big job as we want the run to actually be in the form of 4 enclosed garden beds that we can open individually when the planting in a bed is finished. So its taking us a while.

We planted green manure in the beds anyway and we are building the fencing around the beds. The chickens find it quite interesting to hear the work going on, but can’t see much because we’ve got iron sheets around the base of the chook yard to reduce the temptations for the dogs.

We put a piece of wood into the current chicken pen a while ago so we could hang greens off it. Occasionally the biggest of the chickens will fly up onto the beam and have a bit of a look out and tease the dogs. Yesterday I went out to collect eggs and found all three of the chooks sitting on the beam checking out the green manure.

I don’t know what it is about chickens, but I find them very funny. It just broke me up when I saw them and even more so when one of them turned around with its back to us and waggled its tail like a duck.



Scatter gun planting

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Posted on 5th February 2010 by admin in Gardening | Susan's posts

I’ve been totally swamped with writing funding applications the last couple of weeks and in the same avoidance mode of cleaning the house to avoid writing an essay I’ve been out in the garden seeing what needs to be done. A lot as it turned out. The rain has given a boost to the couch which has got into every corner. So I spent a lot of time pulling it out as well as slashing buffel. Very therapeutic and a hell of a lot more relaxing than trying to work out what our vehicle fuel costs are likely to be in 2010/2011.

Once the grass was cleared a few beds turned up looking a bit naked. So I used my normal approach of scattering the chosen seeds into the freshly dug beds. Lettuce (a couple of heat tolerant types), mizuna, parlsey, cherry tomatoes, marigolds, and beans.  Three days later the mizuna and lettuce have started coming up and I know I am going to face the dilemma again of pinching out to avoid overcrowding or just leave it alone and let it all grow happily.

This is a source of difference with Trevor’s and my approach to gardening. Trevor uses seed trays, pinches out over growth and transplants when the plants are ready.

I prefer to sow the seed where it is to grow on the basis of the heat here and transplant shock being quite severe.

I think I get better results although it is all pretty chaotic and the plants tend to be a bit smaller. Trevor’s more considered approach yields larger plants but there is a high loss with transplant shock.

On the other hand we do have plants that we just don’t seem to be able to grow from seed – scatter gun or seed trays. Could be the extreme conditions maybe. Eggplant and capsicum have been impossible to grow from seed, but advanced seedlings have done well and our eggplants are into their second season and still setting fruit.

Coriander – forget it – seed or seedling no matter – it just turns up its toes and dies before your eyes.

I’ve finished the application writing (although reporting on funding we already have is going to take up most of my time next week), but I’ve promised myself time in the garden this weekend. I want to get some silverbeet in as well as see if Mexican coriander is going to survive.

No dig and recycling

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Posted on 2nd February 2010 by admin in Gardening | Our Yuendumu Gardens blogs | Susan's posts

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From our now defunct Yuendumu Gardens blog a posting from 3 April 2006

I got home from Lajamanu in November last year to find all our loungeroom furniture pushed to one side and a set of tyres taking up the space. Trevor had a jigsaw in hand and was tackling the tyres head on. Pretty little flower like petals emerged under his hand. Recycled tyres made into plant pots.

Just give them a wash and then paint them in white Trevor said to me. So I did. Visions of swans cut out out tyres in 1950s gardens flashed before my eyes.

But somehow the tyres emerged as wow what a great idea. God nows we have tons of old tyres lying around the place. The roads are hard on cars out here. A trip to the local tip will yield trailer loads of tyres, rims, exhaust pipes, bumper bars, car doors, and any other car part you can name.

The tyre idea started with me reviving my memories of Esther Dean’s no dig principles.It is back breaking work to dig into the earth here in Yuendumu. It bakes solid under the searing sun. Watering a section for 24 hours continuously is one way to dig, but in a place where rainfall is scarce and our underground water reserves are precious such a method seems criminal.

And with the multitude of car parts around here why not add a recycling component to Esther Dean’s idea. Seems like a perfect partnership.

By the way want to know how to make a swan out of a tyre? Check out this site.

Happy gardening
Susan

Framing the garden

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Posted on 2nd February 2010 by admin in Gardening | Our Yuendumu Gardens blogs | Trevor's posts

From our now defunct Yuendumu Gardens Blog posting of 3 May 2006.

There were two steel gates from cattle yards that had been lying around the outskirts of Yuendumu ever since we arrived. We resisted the temptation for nearly a year and finally succumbed just before Christmas 2006. What with my shiny new inverter welder and recycled welding shield from the Tip Shop in Alice Springs, in no time I had a demountable “A” frame sitting on a solid base frame to keep the dogs out.
With some old carpet from a friend’s house we laid the floor before erecting the shade house and spot welding it to keep it together. Its strong enough to withstand a force 5 cyclone.

An angle grinder and a welder are the basic tools in making use of the vast supplies of steel available at the rubbish tip here. I’m waiting for someone to hand me down an oxy-acetylene set. That would complete the outfit.

The plants are coming along well and the next task is to install an automatic watering system.

A tale of four chickens

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Posted on 2nd February 2010 by admin in Chickens | Susan's posts

Once upon a time someone found a small featherless bird and gave it to kind hearted people who as it turned out had chickens.

Was it a wedgetail eagle, a hawk? Experts were consulted and agreed it was a raptor of some kind but what kind?

A week or so passed and feathers grew and it dawned on everyone that it was a chicken. A rooster though of course with that history.

The chickens passed to other people as domestic circumstances changed. They looked forward to to the sound of the pitter patter of little chicken feet. But days and weeks passed and no cock a doodle a doodle was to be heard.

A google search was carried out on the sexing of chickens. Conclusion it’s a hen. That explains the mystery of the four eggs a day when there were only three hens.

From eagle to rooster to hen – what a shape shifter. Time for a new name for the chicken from the Wati that he/she has been carrying till now.