Back to the present and recent adventures

Conveniently in 2014 I summed up 2010 to 2014 in one post: Christmas 2014 and earlier. Some extracts:

2014: This year’s Christmas as posted to Facebook yesterday: “Great sharing of memories back as far as the 1940s with my cousin and her husband at Mangerton today. Good food too — and shiraz. Thanks Helen and Jim Langridge.” Particularly poignant memories of Christmas 1951 at Chamberlain Avenue in Caringbah – my sister’s last one. Helen recalled it vividly – and yes I did apparently convince her that we could see Santa in the sky….

2013: …  the Steelers Club offered us a wonderful if unusual Christmas menu. The flounder was to die for!

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2012: My main Christmas celebration was the day before. M came down in the afternoon. After a chat at Diggers with a friendly old lady we went for a beer or two and a sit at Illawarra Brewery, then to Steelers for a hot pot Chinese dinner at the Long Yuan. The food passed the M test!

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M supplied this potential replacement for the dear departed Baby Toshiba.

2011: By mid-January Sirdan will be a resident of Gympie (Queensland), so yesterday was the last of Rosebery…

It was actually quite a long day, as I left Wollongong on the early train.

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Spent a couple of hours with M in Surry Hills, then over to Sirdan’s in time for lunch. Back home around 7pm.

2010: Spent the day with Sirdan in Rosebery. Missy (four months old) is the latest resident there.

On Wednesday I went to City Diggers, as the previous Thursday, when I was last in the Club, I met Ian T, a TIGS ex-student I had taught 50 years ago! He is a lawyer with the Illawarra Legal Centre, an amazing non-profit service. On FB afterwards we arranged to have lunch the following Wednesday, and so to the Club I went.

But come 1.00 pm and no Ian! Through FB Messenger he let me know he could not leave work as there was something of a pre-Christmas rush on at the Legal Centre. So I enjoyed my chicken and vegetable pie nonetheless, and no doubt Ian and I will catch up in due course. So good the work he and his colleagues are doing for this community!

Before leaving home on Wednesday morning I had read my cousin Helen’s 2024 Christmas letter. Helen is two years younger than me, but she has had a rather horrendous 2024 — a shoulder replacement and complications. So before lunch, while waiting for Ian, I rang her. So glad I did.

She enters her 80s next year, I think…. We are indeed aging.

And something else from Wednesday — a FB Message from M, aka Michael Xu, that inveterate traveller some of whose recent adventures I have given a taste of here. See for example where I posted the great Cavafy poem “Ithaka”: A poem for Sunday.

On FB on 17th November he wrote: “Leaving Turkey to Greece now, I like Turkey a lot, didn’t expect anything and didn’t know much of the country, turned out is pretty good, friendly people and good infrastructure, mix old and new, full of ruins and history, met some great people from around world…”

He is on the journey of a lifetime, beginning with London in June, then walking the Camino in Spain, on to Portugal, Morocco in September, Egypt and Jordan in October, then Turkey….

He is back home now, and he invited me to come to his place for Christmas. I was deeply touched by that, really touched. I would love to see the renovations he had done/did to his apartment, and of course to hear more about those journeys, and possibly also to meet (again in some cases) some of his many friends.

1997 — photo by William Yang

It may be too that current industrial unrest between the NSW government and the Railways Union could mean there are no trains at Christmas! That possibility is there as I write this on Thursday.

That follows from the fact I have a medical appointment that morning, but yesterday I had a phone call from Colin Macdonald to say he was back in town from Cowra, so likely we will get together afterwards at Diggers.

Christmas itself I will spend quietly at home, as I did last year. I really don’t mind.

Late post today — eyesight adventure and happy place gone

9.10 am I had an appointment at Illawarra Ophthalmology.

Result? Back from the ophthalmologist and blur drops are almost worn off. OK, the news is exactly what an 81 year old would expect. Cataracts, but not yet requiring surgery, and a degree of macular degeneration to be monitored. See the Prof again in 12 months — if still alive. Get those over due new specs!!!! Compared with some of my 1959 classmates from SBHS I am actually rather well off!

Next door is Byarong Creek, and just over the bridge is The Hellenic Club. Or was…

Can you believe it?

Baby Toshiba and pasta 2012

Spring coming; $8 roast lamb at The Hellenic Club

Posted on  by Neil

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Spring!

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I did it justice…

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Ten years ago: Got more than I bargained for at The Wollongong Hellenic Club today. Combined Greek Welfare Centre event plus next week being Greek Independence Day. Interesting time.

The lovely Sophia, and her Friday all you can eat menu!

BUFFET LUNCH
& DINNER
All you can eat with
a combination of
Traditional Greek
and Australian Cuisine

The lamb shanks were made in Heaven!

But alas, today it stood all closed up and forlorn….

The website tells the sad tale….

Aging books, aging blogger, aging ideas…

I have since moved them around a bit, but they are all still here — like me, older…

On Facebook last night I posted this:

One of my treasures — complete Shorter Oxford Dictionary Illustrated, published for Caxton Press, 1961. I picked it up from Peter White’s Books Buy and Sell in George Street, Haymarket some time in the late 1980s. It wasn’t just a shop! Peter was a great conversationalist and a keen mind.

These days I really need a magnifying glass to use it! Do people have paper dictionaries any more? I would argue online dictionaries really don’t offer the same experience — the random browsing through the highways and byways of the language.

That attracted likes from four people: Alan, whom I taught at TIGS 1971-4; George from the Sydney Boys High Class or 1986; Mitchell from the SBHS Class of 2000 — and Louise, who is  Professor of English, Macquarie University, and happens to live in the house where I lived from 1943 to 1952!

Back in 2001 I posted: As I promised: Weeping like a child for the past

D H Lawrence’s poem “Piano” is as powerful an enactment in words of nostalgia as I know. Like sentimentality or grief, it is a quality that defines us as human; to be without it is to be less than human. Like those, it is also dangerous, or can be. It is instructive sometimes to check a dictionary, in this case the latest Shorter Oxford:

nostalgia | n. L18. [mod.L (tr. G Heimweh homesickness), f. Gk NOSTOS + algos pain: see -IA1.] 1 Acute longing for familiar surroundings; severe homesickness. L18. 2 Regret or sentimental longing for the conditions of a period of the (usu. recent) past; (a) regretful or wistful memory or imagining of an earlier time. E20. b Cause for nostalgia; objects evoking nostalgia collectively. L20.
2 A. TOFFLER “This reversion to pre-scientific attitudes is accompanied by a tremendous wave of nostalgia.” Country Life: “Nostalgia for a world of Norfolk jackets, muttonchop whiskers, penny-farthing bicycles.” A. BROOKNER “She alone remembers her father with nostalgia for his benevolent if abstracted presence.”  B  P. DE VRIES “Her potato bread was sheer mouth-watering nostalgia.”
Also nostalgy n. (rare) M19.*

The earlier use confirms my feeling that nostalgia can be a form of grief. Migrants, I am told, especially involuntary ones such as refugees, spend their lives going through the stages of grief over and over again, even when on the surface they may appear settled. In a sense we are all migrants, and our home country is childhood, or some warmer world than the present, which may be a world of imagination. I am a nostalgic person, and it is my own childhood that draws me, or even my mother’s childhood, a more bucolic world or apparently more settled values. My mother’s father, whom I dearly loved, was a teacher; in a sense it was my nostalgia as a 16-year old that made me become a teacher.

I would not be without the sometimes sad pull of nostalgia, yet I also recognise it is a force that can lead away from maturity and contentment in the present moment. I think it partly explains why I am drawn to younger people than myself; if I am honest, it must be seen as a reluctance to leave youth behind–the “Peter Pan” principle, or what the Jungians call puer aeternus. That is part of my make-up, not in itself a bad thing but bad if allowed to become unbalanced. “To be young at heart” and all that is the positive side. Paradoxically, nostalgia also draws the young to those who are older, as part of their appeal is that they may represent a “lost world” to those on the edge of the complex and possibly dangerous choices life offers. And you thought it was “wisdom” the old had to offer; well, partly so–but it is also a retreat into a “better” past through the old sometimes I suspect. Certainly there was a lot of that in my affection for my grandfather, apart from the fact that he amply deserved such affection.

In politics the role of nostalgia is well worth exploring. I would hypothesise that much of the appeal of reactionary or conservative politics is nostalgia, which can be easily distorted or manipulated. From the Nazis to Pauline Hanson to George Dubya Bush to John Howard–consider these not as equivalents–it would be silly to say Howard has much in common with Hitler–yet nostalgia is a crucial factor in all four, I suggest. Not to mention the present ruling party in India, fundamentalism worldwide, and so on: a force to be reckoned with is nostalgia.

In education, nostalgia governs attitudes to schooling, often to the detriment of education, which needs to be future-oriented as well as conservative. To prepare students for a world that existed for their parents or grandparents is to betray those students. Yet there are lessons from the past, and things worth preserving: respect for the rule of law and human rights, for example. Hence I again stress the immense value of studying History–but critically rather than nostalgically or sentimentally.

So much more could be said, but that is enough for one Sunday rave! — end 2001 quote!

Yes, WordWeb. The free version asks you every year to affirm you have not added to greenhouse gases by taking international flights, but aside from that eccentricity it is a very handy little app which if course works offline too. It has now and again assisted my Wordle as well.

So yesterday old age forced me to leave West Wollongong as my blood pressure medication had run out. No, this is not the medication:

Those were purchased from BWS Burelli Street on the way home, as after the pharmacist I of course lunched at a very quiet though Christmassy City Diggers.

I lunched not on barramundi but tried the Monday Burger Special, a distinctly non-Aussie cheeseburger. No beetroot, pineapple or egg…. But of its genre OK, even if the very lean beef patty was a tad dry….