8th May – The waning Super Moon was super yellow tonight.
9th May – The two cafés at the local shops are both owned by Greeks. I asked the owner of one if he was related to the owner of the other, and he said, ‘Yes, he’s the godfather of my children and I’m the godfather of his children’. I tried to get him to confirm they aren’t from the same family, but he wouldn’t really agree. I saw that he had redefined family for me.
10th May – This week I’ve been feeling really confident about my car because it’s French. Today its engine died.
11th May – Home alone. Studied two novels set in monasteries and two documentaries about the unchanging rhythm and solitude of monastic life.
12th May – Drove a car today that has no hand brake. But it has a button. A finger brake.
3rd May – A student sent me an email that seemed blank until a few words caught my eye on the far right of the screen. Her computer was set for Arabic.
4th May – The restrooms in a trendy shopping village have blue lighting which makes your skin look blue. Found out today this makes finding a vein impossible.
5th May – When a police car arrived outside the Housing flats opposite us, an old guy doing some gardening stood up with both hands in the air. I was relieved to see them all laugh.
6th May – Tonight there was a Super Moon: the orbiting moon came the closest it gets to the earth. My husband and I took photos – I shot the moon and he shot the possum. With a camera.
7th May – Had my hair cut by a hairdresser who said ‘beautiful’ every time I spoke. I liked it. At first.
This photo has a smudged look which resembles my own unspectacled vision of lights. Unable to focus, I can’t tell where a light begins and ends.
The photo comes from my father’s war album and has the caption “King Pharouk celebration”, though the name is more commonly spelt Farouk. At 16 years of age in 1936, he was crowned King of Egypt, its penultimate king. I’ve searched through Google images for photo clues and found one showing him at a celebration of the Prophet Mohammed’s birthday, standing near a huge crown with draping lights, as they are in my photo here. The date would be in the early 1940s.
Though Egypt was neutral for most of World War II, allied troops including Australians were posted there and Egypt thus became a potential target for German and Italian bombing, so cities were blacked out at night. But the extravagant King Farouk who lived a lavish life refused to turn off the lights in his palace in Alexandria. His fellow Alexandrians were not happy.
28th Apr – An 8-year-old dyslexic pupil says she thinks in pictures when asked to spell a word. I’ll have to find a way to turn sight words into pictures!
29th Apr – Just witnessed two angry young boys fist-fighting on the street. Their cool, calm mother brought them together, saying “Now, Matthew and Oliver, you must never hit each other.” When she moved away they flew together, slapping and yelling.
30th Apr – Tutored a boy at a desk placed between a mirrored wall and uncurtained glass doors. At the same moment, though facing in opposite directions, we both saw the clouds part and reveal a brilliant orange sunset.
1st May – A large black dog stood at the automatic doors of the grocery store, preventing them from closing, until his master had finished shopping.
2nd May – A few minutes before midnight, I translated a passage about a man locked in a room who heard a clock strike midnight followed by the sound of quiet steps approaching him. He could see no one, but when he looked around, his door was open.
23rd Apr – Offered two guests a cup of tea and both of them asked for a cup of hot water.
24th Apr – Tonight I was reading another blogger’s long, long post written in white print on a black background. My husband came to my desk and when I looked up at his face I saw it veiled in white print for several seconds.
25th Apr – At the Anzac Day Services in Canberra (the first one at 5.30 am (4 deg C, brrrrrrrr), there were 40,000 people. That’s 5,000 more than last year. The further we get from the First World War, the more patriotic we are becoming.
26th Apr – A man down the road has a pet black sheep. Farmers didn’t want her because she’s the black sheep of white-woolled parents.
27th Apr – Sat beside a full-length stained-glass window, the sun beating through from the other side. Large pieces of red glass reflected red patches onto my red bag.
The photo I chose for the ‘Together’ challenge shows soldiers far from home, undoubtedly lonely for family and not wanting to isolate themselves from the local people.
It reminded me of the concluding words of George Sand (pen name of Mme Aurore Dudevant) after spending a couple of months in a deserted monastery in Majorca, separated from almost everyone except her family and her lover, Frédéric Chopin. Two paragraphs express her need, not for solitude, but for companionship:
“In the stormy days of youth, we imagine that solitude is the great refuge against attacks, the great remedy for battle wounds. This is a grave error. Life experience teaches us that when we cannot live in peace with our fellow man, no poetic admiration or pleasures of art are capable of filling the abyss that forms in the depth of our soul.
I had always dreamt of living in the desert, and any simple dreamer will admit he has had the same fantasy. But believe me, my brothers, we have hearts too loving to get by without each other; and the best thing left for us to do is tolerate each other, for we are like children of the same womb who tease, fight and even hit each other, and yet cannot part.”
George Sand, A Winter in Majorca, 1855 (My translation)
In Australia, 25th April is Anzac Day. Anzac stands for Australian and New Zealand Army Corps. On this day, in both those countries, we remember all those who have fought to defend their people and to retain the freedom and peace we love, through all the wars we have been involved in and those we are currently fighting in.
I’ve been submitting photos to this blog from my father’s war album, from his time in North Africa in 1941 and 1942. He wrote a few poems during that time, including one about the Anzacs. It’s several verses long but here I’ll give you the first and last pages. There are some spelling errors and other slips in his handwriting; my transcription following the images will correct them.
This camp’s getting stale, You could hear the boys say, Wish they’d make up their minds And bung us away. They wonder why we won’t stay in, Why we try to dodge the parades, You could see them taking the old French leave, Not one, but bloody brigades.
Then came one bright Sunday, One chocked full of surprise. “Move out tomorrow,” the Captain said, Then did the gleam come to their eyes. So, as you strolled past all the tents, You could hear them chat Of women, the race horses, This, the other, and that.
*****
For those gallant sons are Aussies And they’ve ne’er been known to flinch, It’s just the stuff they’re made of, They’re soldiers, every inch. They’ll fight for King and Country, Protect the friends they know, They’ll even fight for the weaklings That are afraid to go.
Let’s hope and pray It won’t be long Before they are returned, To carry on, just like before, With the freedom they have earned. They’ll go back to their jobs again, Some may prefer the track, But they’ve upheld the name of The great and glorious A.N.Z.A.C.
18th Apr – Read some speeches by Desmond Tutu about the concept, ubuntu, and couldn’t remember where I’d seen that word, until logging off my computer and the word appeared on the screen. It’s the name of my operating system! Ubuntu means “A person is a person through other persons.”
19th Apr – Read that Chopin composed some of his best pieces in an abandoned Carthusian monastery, once occupied by ascetic monks who denied themselves musical instruments.
20th Apr – This morning the rubbish truck had a female mannequin’s head sitting on the dashboard, looking out of the windscreen.
21st Apr – Found out that the word Wikipedia is derived from a Hawaiian word, wiki, meaning quick.
22nd Apr – Visited my son and his new wife, and she put a record on! An LP, on an old wooden stereo. Sounded great!
I found this photo of the early morning sun over the Mediterranean coast of Egypt, probably Port Said which faces east. It was taken during the war, in 1941 or 1942.
I selected it because of the sunrays bursting out below darkish clouds. I love the silhouette of the lamppost and the large tent, but what I love even more is what appears on an image like this, one that I’ve looked at for the past fifty years as a Kodak 4″ x 3″ photo in an album, when I brighten it with an image editor and all the detail of the tents, the lamppost, the fence and the man in white becomes evident. The scene was captured by a Brownie box camera, but no one back in Australia knew what was below that morning sky, until now. It’s an exquisite pleasure to draw details from a black and white photo which have hidden there all these years. See a photo I submitted during the February photo challenge, where some words I had ignored, because barely visible on a tiny photo, became plain as day with a bit of image tweaking.
Here’s the photo for the Sun challenge, as it looks in the album:
Early morning sun, Mediterranean (Port Said?), 1941/42
And below is the photo with adjusted curves. For me, someone with bad night vision, this is what I imagine it’s like to see in the dark.
Edited image of early morning sun, Mediterranean (Port Said?), 1941/42
8th April – My son is on a camping holiday for four nights at the Folk Festival, fifteen minutes from home.
9th April – The 100th day of this year. A guest brought us some Hot Cross Buns from a Vegan bakery. On the packet it says ‘cruelty free’. How much cruelty is there in producing a sweet bun in a traditional bakery? (Each of the six buns was wrapped in cling wrap.)
10th April – A hairdresser washed my hair, then massaged my head for minutes and minutes and minutes. She seemed to be luxuriously filling in spare time.
11th April – In a book of short stories I found that the Q is the Queen of Capital Letters with an attention-seeking train.
From "Elizabeth's News" by Monica McInerney, in "10 Short Stories you MUST read this year", 2009
12th April – Survey results today show the greatest editorial barrier to publishing literary translations is the ‘cost of paying translators’. I’ll push on with my novel translation anyway, for the love of it.
13th April – Went to my son’s wedding rehearsal in the forest. The bride’s father was mowing a path, an aisle, for her to enter along.
14th April – The wedding day; the most unusual wedding I’ve ever been to. The bride played a ukulele (which she has just learnt) and sang, in the sweetest voice I’ve heard, a song by Ingrid Michaelson, You and I. (Note the chair – refer to my ‘unusual thing’ for 5th Feb; note the table – she found it at a flea market and painted it this week; note the bunting – she made it.)
Photo by Craig Tregear
15th April – At dinner with my son and his bride, she was still wearing her wedding shoes which she bought online from Sweden. (See photo above)
16th April – Years ago I opened a long-term investment account at the bank with $500, and tried to do it again today. The minimum they now take is $5,000.
17th April – Watched a documentary about an Australian man who gave up a wealthy Hollywood life to establish schools for kids from the rubbish dumps of Phnom Penh in Cambodia. He started the Cambodian Children’s Fund: http://www.cambodianchildrensfund.org/
