Thank you everyone for your sympathies. They are much appreciated.
Feeling a bit bewildered, as you might expect in the circumstances, but also rather relieved. Once someone's gone they're feeling no more pain and that applies to my Nana as well as my mother in different ways.
I've had some work to bury myself in this last couple of days and I'm looking forward to throwing off that stupid fucking lethargy and getting my walkies back on track.
P.S.
I'm in the ferry newsletter and there's some stuff in there as well about how the ferries came off in the big storms.
Showing posts with label The Bloke With the Scythe. Show all posts
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Thursday, August 09, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
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The funeral was my grandmother's. She was 93 and went rather quickly and quietly. She would've been rather miffed about the quickly and quietly bit, she loved a good scene. But we filled the church to the roof with bright pink roses and sang Knees Up Mother Brown and howled into our hankies. She would've enjoyed that.
I loved her as much as my Gran but she was a strange bugger. She declared herself not racist but couldn't stand "bloody foreigners". She was also utterly convinced there were None Of Those* in our family but terrified I'd was turning into One Of Them and didn't dare mention it in case she tipped me over the edge. She was also convinced Liberace and Rock Hudson were straight.
Death seems to be stalking my family. It's all been a bit much frankly. Let's look at some photos instead.
In 1929 12 year olds Jim Dix and John Murton built two of these out of a bit of tin (galvanised iron) and launched them off Freo. They were going to paddle round from Howard Street to Fishermans Harbour.
But their boat-building skills weren't up to the job and a couple of hundred metres offshore, John's boat filled up and sank under him. He couldn't swim and when Jim tried to pull him into his boat, John panicked and nearly drowned them both. Jim got them back to shore somehow and they were found by passersby. John had swallowed a fair bit of water and spent a week in hospital and Jim got a certificate of merit from the Royal Humane Society of Australasia.
Maritime Museum at Freo Harbour.
A rather gloomy fish. Don't know why I like it but I do.
Embiggen
Man versus Moby. You'd want to be bloody well paid to go out in a boat that size to poke a whale with a harpoon.
Whalers' Tunnel post
* One Of Those is DOT Speak for a queer person.
I loved her as much as my Gran but she was a strange bugger. She declared herself not racist but couldn't stand "bloody foreigners". She was also utterly convinced there were None Of Those* in our family but terrified I'd was turning into One Of Them and didn't dare mention it in case she tipped me over the edge. She was also convinced Liberace and Rock Hudson were straight.
Death seems to be stalking my family. It's all been a bit much frankly. Let's look at some photos instead.
In 1929 12 year olds Jim Dix and John Murton built two of these out of a bit of tin (galvanised iron) and launched them off Freo. They were going to paddle round from Howard Street to Fishermans Harbour.
But their boat-building skills weren't up to the job and a couple of hundred metres offshore, John's boat filled up and sank under him. He couldn't swim and when Jim tried to pull him into his boat, John panicked and nearly drowned them both. Jim got them back to shore somehow and they were found by passersby. John had swallowed a fair bit of water and spent a week in hospital and Jim got a certificate of merit from the Royal Humane Society of Australasia.
Maritime Museum at Freo Harbour.
A rather gloomy fish. Don't know why I like it but I do.
Embiggen
Man versus Moby. You'd want to be bloody well paid to go out in a boat that size to poke a whale with a harpoon.
Whalers' Tunnel post
* One Of Those is DOT Speak for a queer person.
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