Last night I had the pleasure of attending an author talk at the Darwin City Library - it was Osamah Sami, author of "A Good Muslim Boy". I was keen to hear it because a part of my heart belongs in the Middle East. The land of my childhood. The Muslim kids of my childhood … Continue reading Thoughts…inspired by A Good Muslim Boy
A lovely insight into what it was like to grow up in Darwin – thanks to Maisie Austin who features as a guest poster for our Lord Mayor this week.
Maisie, Austin OAM has been awarded The Order of Australia Medal, the Australian Sports Medal and inducted into the Northern Territory Sports Hall of Fame. I am honoured she has agreed to be my guest posters this week and shares her memories of Darwin and the uniqueness of what makes this place she calls home so very special.
Darwin is my home. It is unique, full of different nationalities, traditions, and cultures, where you can wear the same clothes all year round, with perhaps a cardigan or tracksuit pants on two or three days during the Dry Season.
The changes to Darwin have been many since my childhood days, from sharing a Sidney Williams hut with our extended family to now living in a 3-level house with sea views.
I lived at Parap Camp (now known as Stuart Park) since 1949 when my family returned to Darwin after having…
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Diary date for 2018 – looks like a great event!
It’s been a while since I came back to Australia and officially put my travel blogging on hold. However once in a while, I get to enjoy some pretty neat things in my home country, and with my recent move from the Northern Territory to Queensland, I’m getting to enjoy lots of new things.
SO I thought it might be cool to reignite The Wandering Writer once in a while, starting now.
The Joust of Things
This past weekend on Sunday the 9th of July, I had the amazing experience of visiting the Abbey Medieval Festival. I’ve always wanted the chance to go and see a medieval festival and it was such a treat to be able to go with two of my cousins.
I’m especially grateful to Hans Electrical Service here on Bribe Island who, as sponsors of the event, kindly gave me a free ticket.
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Have you noticed that good manners seem to be going (or have already gone) out the window? Call me old fashioned but manners cost nothing. Simple little courtesies like saying thank you, asking pemission, standing up to offer your seat to someone who is more in need. These are all little things that take hardly … Continue reading Manners
Derek was my cousin. To be precise, he was the eldest of the Van Buerle cousins. Both of us were born in Malaysia, and I guess Derek has been around my life forever. We were not the type of cousins that saw each other often. My Dad worked for the United Nations so we lived … Continue reading Vale Derek Van Buerle
Indeed speed does kill, and too often the lives lost are the innocent and the young. Slow down and take your time – we only have one life and better to arrive late than not to arrive at all. Michelle
Territorians have always had a love affair with driving at speed.
Just consider for a moment the controversy that raged about the removal of the ability to drive at any speed on the Stuart Highway. Or the raging popularity of events such as the V8s. And I get it, really, I get it but seriously? Enough is enough.
The speed limit across Darwin is 50 km per hour unless signposted otherwise. School zones are 40 km from 7 am to 5 pm. But remember, you still need to drive to conditions and on wet days, it is sometimes better to drive below the limit.
Across Darwin more and more people are demanding that drivers be made to slow down in the suburbs. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you view it, we have plenty of wide roads, built for speed limits over those that are posted. We have wonderful crescents…
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It's 3 months since I last wrote here on my personal blog although the Dragon Sisters blog has more consistent publications. Guess that shows where my focus has been. On business. Afer all, when you work for yourself, you have to make hay while the sun shines. On the personal front, our dear and old … Continue reading Marching on….into April
It's almost 9.30pm on New Year's Eve here in Darwin as I sit down to write this post. Next to me is our old dog, Janie, who's huffing and puffing her indignance at the fireworks that the loonies in the neighbourhood have already started to let off. From the sitting room comes the sound of … Continue reading Farewell 2016
A great piece here from Sasha
A/N: inspired by my visit to the Thirsk Museum which displays an actually cursed chair. Happy Halloween!
Isabella trembled as cold, night air blew in from the windows. But she couldn’t just close them, if she did she surely wouldn’t be able to see or hear when her husband was approaching. He was late, he should have been back hours ago.
However he wasn’t back, and as the night drew on Isabella feared he might have died out on the moor. The candles had almost burnt out when the door heaved open. Isabella jolted at the sound, she’d fallen asleep on the lounge.
Bleary eyed she propped herself up and looked to see who was coming in, relieved to see her husband. But as her husband mumbled a greeting and went to recline into his armchair she couldn’t help but feel slightly ill at ease.
Then his late returns began…
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It’s more about how and where Sasha wrote this that’s really impressed me!
*Amphiboly: ambiguity of speech, especially from uncertainty of the grammatical construction rather than the meaning of the words
It was very hard to understand Ewan, especially because he always seemed to use amphiboly. This made it maddeningly hard for any of his teachers to mark him appropriately, for he always seemed to be contradicting himself and yet also not? It was infuriating how long they would have to sit and ponder his ambiguous speeches, and yet he continued to maintain his pattern of speech even after they pleaded with him to change it so as his academic remarks were easier to understand.