Cooking

My grandmother, Vera Barwise (nee Murphy) used to often bake. Maybe something that came from living on the farm or would it have been from living through the depress?
Nana's recipe book began to fall apart so I bought her a new one to copy her recipe's into. However it is my mother's handwriting that is through the book and a few that I added to it over time.
Some of the recipe's are named from who ever gave them to Nana, Aunty Doll and her fried Mary are mentioned.
I remember Nana made her loaf one night and could not work out why it did not turn out as it should. I woke the next morning to the smell of her fruit loaf and when I went out she explained, " I could not sleep all night trying to work out what went wrong, then I remembered I forgot the carb soda. I had to make another one to make sure!"
I also remember the smell of porridge cooking on the gas, we still had the wood fire stove at home and the gas made the porridge smell different.
However it is one of the recipes in this book that has me fascinated, but I have to wonder about the instructions, I am guessing this is one that would have come from the farm but no evidence of it.

Pickles
8 lb of onions
2 lbw of cauliflower, beans & celery
4 lb of Tomato
12 green apples
3 lb sugar
1 gallon of Vinegar
1 oz tumeric
1 oz of cloves
1 oz of whole spice
1 cup of mustard
Method
Cut up vegetables over night. Next mooring drain then add vinegar, sugar, slice apples etc. Cook for 1/4 hour, then add mustards and flour. Cook 5 minutes.
Hmm, Mum had written this and I have to wonder if she had not taken a few shortcuts. Not sure how much flour is needed and I have never added flour to pickles before. Also does not suggest how many jars would be needed for this either, but I am guessing at least a years supply.
Oh and I did find my fail proof Christmas Cake recipe stuck in the back of the book, I knew I had saved it somewhere!

Dad goes to Hong Kong

My Father was a great influence when it came to new cultures and accepting people on who they were as an individual rather than their cultural differences. Dad took everyone at face value, but if they did something that went against his beliefs he did not forgive easily.
In Late 1986 Mum and Dad went on a world tour, I believe this was the only time Dad travelled overseas, Mum had been to New Zealand before she married. When going through some papers that Mum had I found this type written piece and it took me some time to realise it was written by Dad. But here it is I believe something that should be shared. Oh! and all spelling and formatting copied.

SOME EYE CATCHING EVENTS FROM AUSTRALIA TO HONGKONG

Realalisation that we were going into something that weeks prior did not seem possible, all the goodbys behind us, sitting in our Jumbo Jet out on the tarmac at tullamarine, engines pulsating, (ME TO) and away we go. 

Alas a stop over in Sidney, this has to be the milk run.  

No, a great opportunity to do some duty free shopping, was already done a few minutes ago in Melbourne, (DONE AS IN MONEY)

On hour sitting in a lounge waiting for something far greater than our holiday. 

Soon our Jumbo was flying out to sea, I knew it we are going to NewZealand, no, alls well the pilot does know where to go. 

Still over Australian soil looking done on this great continent three seems to be waves of growth for as far as the eye can see, if it is natual it was my first look at a great natual phenomena, if man made it was a great preservation effort. 

At last the announcement  Hongkong in 3 minutes, down we came all that was visible was water, a sit was dark, then lights appeared still over water left, right, lights looks like a wet landing but the the bump as we hit the hongkong flight deck. 

Leaving the terminal was a advent to remember HONGKONEES everywhere millions of them, all looking like brothers and sisters, (slept well dreaming of Chinese) 

Next day our on to the streets this great hive of industry taking us along like a river of people, but going both ways in slightly orderly fashion, Monica looked on all of this as her birthday and every day in this oriental paradise was the same (you would think they could get cheesed off, not her) 

Little old me went shopping for a printer for the computer asked all the relevant questions to all the oriental gentalmen who answered yes to all my enquiries so to keep them honest I asked if the printer has  a ink well "yes, yes" ... Very good yes men, but no one to discuss my problem to

"HIGHTLIGHT" our trip to China via Mackow, an hours trip in the hydrofoil did not see a thing a think mist covered the boas as we traveled. On arrival mackow a lot of faces looking towards us to buy their assorted goods or even give to poor and all hongkonees. 

China a world apart, , frizzing on the won side of the road, everyone related, a kind

smile will get ou a similar action in return, the guide was very good, spoke english, glad of that, , visited a commune and invited to come into their house, simple clean and functional

the wheat was laid out on the road for us to walk on this removed the husk then the wind blew the husk away

On to an oaks of a place where you go and do you duty free shopping China style, multistory shopping and a restarant you have to see to know, mutt roomed with dozens of buses all with the one idea food. 

In a few minutes of sealing down to the table we had Chines girls all around our table, first to wash our hands with hot towels then the food ..7.. Seven great delicious courses of chinese ? ? ? ? ? ? 

Back to HONGKONG. 

A trip on the bay is a must two hours of views you will not see only from the water, the boat people a little city apart from everything else. The mountains in the back of the mountainus buildings holding mountainous numbers of Hongkonees. 

The trip up the mouton in the cable car, the buildings like the tower of pissa (leaning) make your head spin

A trained trip under the bay is a must, down the back end of the train you all the to the front if the train turns right you turn right, , two minutes later. 

Last ny no least a taxi ride, Adrenalin pumper and how ... The driver was SHANK I SHEK'S great grandfather, skin like parchment bones like ,,,, bones.. Hongongs first settler no teeth by cline and friendly, in the whole picture a great place for a holiday

ROB. J. JOHNSON

P.S........WE DID PAY 

TWO VISITS TO THE BAHA'I CETRE SITUATED INA 4 ACRE BUILDING ONLY 4 ENTRANCES EACH HALF A KILOMETER APART AND SEVERAL FLOORS HIGHT BUT DID NOT FIND ANY ONE HOME 

ROB.

Weather

The weather in 2010 -2011 has been pretty remarkable all over the world. I guess it is not just the weather but natural disasters. Earthquakes, tornados, floods and it just seems it is one thing after another.
For the past 10 years we have been in drought, Lake Learmonth dried up years ago, followed by Burrumbeet and then Lake Wendouree. That was just within a quick drive foam my house. Lakes all over the country had dried up and even the Murray River. It was disastrous.
Then came the rain, trouble was someone forgot to turn off the tap, it just kept coming. In one way it was a good summer, we did not get the extreme heat we usually got but then we did get a lot of humidity which we were not used to.
So many towns were flooded out to the extreme and Queensland and Victoria took the brunt of the rains. Many people drowned and many left homeless. I had to leave work one day, after ignoring the signs to go in the first place, and a 12 minute drive took 2 1/2 hours to get home because all of the roads were flooded. Our house is up high so it was okay, but trying to get to it was the problem. It was during these times that we would get a months worth of rain in an hour etc. It was crazy.
That day I woke to rain, and knew it had rained most of the night. I checked the internet but nothing there to warn of any real flooding. I knew the forecast was not good but being the optimist I decided there was no reason to stay at home. I got around the corner and nearly ran into the head of a tree that had fallen across the road. Then noticed flashing lights ahead, a man ran up to me and informed me he had just crashed into another tree across the road, he then offered to get the tree I had almost hit off the road as well. I kept going.
I get to the railway station, it was still raining and then noticed the boom gates on the near by road were flashing but going up and down continually, still not taking the hint I got on the train to find it leaking down the window where I normally sit and the roof leaking onto the seat next to me. Instead of getting off, I moved seats. I finally got to work and called Frank.
"What are you doing at work, it is bucketing down here and the roads are being closed off!" I decided I had to get home before I couldn't get there. Getting back to Ballarat was fine, I grabbed a few groceries but then I had to try and get into Haddon. Most roads were blocked.
The first pic is Greenhalghes Road, it was taken from a distance but I was not sure what was happening and not willing to risk my car getting caught, the man behind me took the same hint and we both turned back to Ballarat.
Next was Carngham Road but there were signs up saying no through road. There were also a number of people ignoring these signs but I was not prepared to take the risk. Those cars may have been on the safe side of floods, I had to get through a long way.
I called home and Marc told me not to even try coming along the Western Highway as there was no way from there to Haddon to get through, he had tried it that morning.
I then tried the Glenelg Highway and travelled along there wondering where the best way would be. The radio said that Bells Road was closed so I passed that one. Then went through to Whites Road nearer Smythesdale. It wasn't until I turned into Whites Road that I realised it was prone to flooding most times. I went to have a look and sure enough the creek was now a raging river.

I turned again and headed for another road. Bianca Bone had turned up and suggested another route but then I don't know where she thought this river was going, but she was just sending me to cross it in another spot. As it turned out I believe it had by this time completely washed the road away.
I went back to Haddon Ross Creek Road and was able to get through but there was a river running along side of this road. I had never seen anything like it before.

I finally got to the Haddon Bridge only to find the Fire brigade there sweeping away debris and water flooding around the Bridge. I was told to go through and follow the white line. What white line? I asked then told just imagine where the white line would be. "Do you guys realise this is the only way into 

Haddon?" "yep!" 

but there was more to come, I got through but then had to get through Haddon School Road, not as bad as the other places but there was plenty of water.

I got home, 2 1/2 hours but I got home. I also got there easy compared to many. There were reports of people ignoring signs and getting stuck in high flood water. I think they just could not understand, after years of drought that when the road is blocked because of floods, it means you cannot drive through. What I have shown here is mild to what many people suffered and I still find it hard to comprehend what they would have gone through.
How did our ancestors cope with this type of disaster? I guess it was a lot different in many ways and in some ways easier and in other impossible. I do not remember any of this when I was young. I do remember there was a drought at one time and some heavy rain at the end, but it is funny it was like one shower and I believed the drought had broken, not sure how the rest of the state saw this.
I see myself as being very lucky at this time, we have avoided bush fires, but just, the flames could be seen through the bush as Frank and Daniel left the property, and the floods have slowed me getting home, although I had to stay in Melbourne one other night as all trains were out and the city was a nightmare. I just cannot imagine having to try and cope with major disaster as many have suffered no an hour's drive from me. I guess we just will if we have to.

My Mother

Monica Barwise 

14 March 2011. It was a public holiday, however I still needed to get up and go to work. As I drove down the road I remembered I had forgotten my mobile phone. Not a huge user I shrugged it off thinking "I probably wont need it". I was wrong.

I had been at work less than an hour when I got a message on my screen saying my sister was on the phone and I may want to take the call. I also had the fellow next to me stand up, at the same time, saying "I have your daughter on the phone". I called Maureen who tells me that the nursing home is trying to get a hold of me, so I called Gary, only to be told "Mum has had another collapse, the ambulance is about to take her to the hospital now and it would be a good idea to come home straight away."
Maureen was going to Ballarat that day to see Mum as she was leaving a few weeks later to go overseas. I called her and told her what I knew so she came and picked me up with Adam and Mabel and we set off back to Ballarat.
When we got to the hospital, Tara was walking along the road with Zali in the pram and Shakira running along beside her, there was no rush. However when we got inside Maureen and I were pulled out the back and told, "We have taken out the incubation tube and she is breathing on her own now, she is comfortable and now it is just time really." Maureen and I took this as positive sign and I expected when we walked in she would be sitting up smiling and saying "Hello". The nurse looked at both of us and remarked, "You do realise she is going to die, she is not going to survive this one?"
I looked at Maureen who looked at me, shocked, she remarked "I didn't expect you to say that!"

They took us into Mum who had an oxygen mask on and was in a coma, although her breathing was a bit laboured, she was comfortable and there was no sign of her being in any sort of pain. We were told that she had scans and to just talk to her. People were in and out, Tara came in, Adam and Mabel came in and Ian (Tara) came in. Then we were trying to work out who had been contacted, who needed to be contacted etc. I was worried for Andrew, he lived at Clunes and we were trying to get hold of him to get in as soon as possible.
Just over an hour after getting to the hospital, we were told that Mum would be moved up stairs. This would be more comfortable for her and the family would all be able to be in there. However as I signed the papers, to allow this, Mum simply stopped breathing and she quietly slipped away.

We spent some time with Mum, and other family members came to say their goodbyes. My five children and all the grandchildren were there at the hospital. Andrew finally got there with a photo of Dad and spent some time with her, saying his goodbyes. None of us was really sure what to do next.

Finally we left the hospital and went and had a coffee and something to eat. We then went to see the funeral director. Margaret was great, explained what needed to be done and what they could do to assist us. There is so much involved in arranging a funeral, Death certificate details to be filled out, who was going to do what, flowers to be arranged, newspaper notices etc etc. For the rest of the week I don't think my phones stopped ringing, both landline and mobile and my head was spinning.
I also put together a DVD of photos of mum from when she was a toddler until her death. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aEHbCSVA2F0
The Funeral went well with Mum's only sister Pat being present along with three of her daughter's, Sharyn, Julie and Wendy and son Michael coming from Queensland to be there, Sharyn's daughter Nicole and her daughter Bri were also there. Aunty Pauline, mum's sister-in-law was there with her daughter Colleen and husband Paul and also mum's cousin Des and wife Joan.
There were friends and carers also there along with friends of us seven children, friends who had spent time with Mum in one way or another over her years.
We have so many to thank for their support and assistance during this time and many to thank for the care and support they gave Mum, particularly in her final year and months of her life.

Monica with 2 of her g grandsons Lochlan and Jackson 2008

One friend passed on a dream she had the week before Mum's passing and one she had told Mum about. She dreamed she ran into Dad, he was asking her where Mum was as he had not been able to find her, He was told to go over there, that he would find her there. He went off to find her as he had not seen her for some time. A week later mum had gone to join Dad and we believe he had been looking for her and it was her time to go with him.
May you both rest in peace Mum and Dad