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'Triggers' - Joy Shirley

22/11/2021

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 All Saints Estate, Wahgunyah

We went to lunch at All Saints Estate recently.  The restaurant is called The Terrace and in the past was in a permanent marquis type structure.  But they are undergoing some major renovations and so the restaurant has moved to their events hall.  This is a large hall, lined with wine barrels that are still in use.

Why was this a trigger?  Well, 22 years ago our daughter was married at All Saints Estate in their rose garden, with the reception in this very hall.  While the marriage did not last, it was interesting to look around and try to remember it as it was set up for the occasion.  I could not work out whether it looked bigger or smaller.  It was hard to picture how we had set up the venue.  Memories from the past are not always as clear as we expect.  And the layout as a restaurant and tasting room were a far cry from a wedding reception arrangement, overshadowing what it would have looked like many years ago.

Northeast Victoria

But there is even more. 

Our daughter had met her husband in Wodonga; his family came from Yackandandah; they bought their first home in Chiltern. 

The weekend after our lunch in Wahgunyah we had a visit from my sister-in-law, escaping Melbourne for the first time.  She had some business to conduct in the area, as well as wanting to spend some time with us.  The areas she wanted to visit from a business perspective were Wodonga and Chiltern.  Then she wanted to visit Beechworth, with signs to Yackandandah along the route from Chiltern to Beechworth.  A long day in the car with her but seeing places and place names from twenty years ago.

So in the space of five days I visited and saw much from our daughter’s past.

Ballet

Is this one a trigger?  I am not sure.  But maybe.  Perhaps though it is just history repeating itself.

I have just been speaking with our granddaughter who had some news.  She has been accepted into an elite dance program at her local ballet school.  This effectively involves full-time ballet/dance.  Schooling is by negotiation with her local secondary school, or distance schooling.  A lot of discipline required to keep up the studies while spending much of every day at the dance school.

Why is this a trigger – or history repeating itself?  Our daughter, her mother, also attended an elite dance program from around the same age.  The advantage our daughter had was the school she attended had a program in place for the young people involved in elite dance training.  In years 8-9 two of their elective subjects were dance, and in year 10, three subjects were dance.  Their sport was dance rather than school-based sport activities.  They spent four afternoons a week at dance classes, so only spent one full day a week at school.  Add to this all-day Saturday every week, and often Sunday as well if there was a visiting dance teacher.

I am yet to find out more of the details of what is involved for our young granddaughter.  It does seem after trying lots of different activities she has at last found an activity she is passionate about. 

Joy Shirley
​November 2021
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'Triggers' - Neville Gibb

22/11/2021

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​Triggers rule our lives. Remember that. At least they do mine.

For me only some triggers are welcome. Sometimes we cannot remember a name. A simple thing. An everyday thing. A common thing. It can be very frustrating. And annoying. And at times depressing. It can only portend of bad things for the future. The trick is to tie it to a trigger. Tie it to an object that comes into contact with what you are seeking and it can suddenly become clear.

Some triggers are repetitive and well meaning. Our lives are definitely more enjoyable when we are reminded of benign memories.

Whenever I see a middle aged man holding a baby I am reminded of my uncle holding my brother and telling me that there was a special way of holding a baby if you want him to stop crying. Hold him just like this and he will stop crying he said. He demonstrated how to hold him by holding with his left hand and gesturing with his right. I was 4 years old. My brother stopped crying. My uncle laughed self satisfactorily. He did not have any children himself. I was never allowed to hold my brother by himself.

I enjoy it when a trigger sets off a series of happy thoughts.

Sometimes a trigger can remind me of a job I once had where I enjoyed every minute of it. I was happy doing this job from 9 to 5.10 every day with a full hour for lunch. The work was interesting and varied. It was never tedious or dull. There was always a problem to be solved. Every problem was enjoyable and sometimes required a certain amount of thought. Sometimes I was involved in quite important things I thought could end up historical. None did. All my work colleges except one were helpful and friendly. My day was a total joy from beginning to end. I was certainly never bored. I was always happy to go to work every day. I woke up each day with an expectation I would be doing good things. I was aware of the concept of the pursuit of happiness.

I am reminded of this job when I see a person in charge of their desk. When a person sits at their desk and says via their body language that they are in control of the desk and with it the job I am always thankfully reminded of my earlier life. I was in charge of my desk also. I controlled whatever situation that came up. I knew that I was the best person for this job. There was no one else who could do it as well as me. I sat happily in the chair at the desk.

But unfortunately I have more bad triggers than good ones. I have a lifetime of triggers. Hardly any are benign.

I have done a lots of things I regret and they all have triggers that remind me from time to time. I am always filled with a sense of deep remorse when a bad memory is triggered. After the trigger is set off for some time I am filled with an overwhelming sense of shame. This is sometimes hard to erase. I am sometimes filled with such regret that I cannot function for some minutes.

I like to believe this is common for all humans.

Triggers rule our lives.

But I am not so sure if this is for all Australians.

Neville Gibb
November 2021
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'Triggers' - David Lowing - 'David Enters the Lions' Den'

22/11/2021

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If I hadn’t played golf on that Sunday afternoon in August 1994, Reg Smith, my golf partner on the day, may not have asked me one of the most important questions of my life, “How would you like to join our Lion’s Club”.   I already knew all the club members, in fact I had been at boarding school with at least two of them and had long admired what they were doing within our community.  In replying in the affirmative to his question, I was introduced to Lions Clubs International.  Little did I realize what a journey that answer would take me on.
 
My induction evening, to say the least, had a somewhat disastrous beginning.  Vin Hanrahan, another local, and I arrived at the Lake Bolac pub where the local Lions club had their dinner meetings, only to find an empty dining room.  The publican was “in the dark”, so to speak, on where the members were.   A few minutes later, Jim Hinton, a Lion from Skipton arrived.  Jim, the Regional Chairman, was visiting that night to induct both Vin and yours truly into Lions.  
 
Salvation arrived in the shape of David McKay.  David true to form, was somewhat tardy with his arrival times at Lions meetings and this night wasn’t very different than any in the past. Why he decided to call into the pub that night and not drive on to the meeting place for that evening, we will never know, but he did.  He also knew that the dinner that night was at the Maroona pub. 
 
The four of us set off on the road for Maroona, only to arrive thirty minutes late.   Oh well!   All was sorted out and after many apologies from the secretary, the evening went off with much celebration, for the club had reached double membership numbers, a whole ten of us.
 
I had only been at the club for a couple of months, when we had the annual DG’s visit.  I was to find out what a DG was in the guise of Lion Colin Kennett, the District Governor in the 1994/95 year.  I remember Colin congratulating the club on increasing its membership by twenty percent, a huge increase percentage wise. While only two members in actual numbers, it was nevertheless quite an upward movement in membership. In the ten years I spent in the Lake Bolac Club we increased our numbers to a lofty seventeen, just three shy of our Charter number in 1975.   Not bad really, when you consider that the town’s population had declined to only one hundred and twenty-five adults.  Just under fourteen percent of the adult population were Lions. I don’t think many clubs could boast of being above that figure!!!!
 
All Lions in the club had a position and my first was, Social Director.  I had to organize dinner meetings, invite the guest speakers, as well as organize any other social events that came the club’s way.
 
One of the fun events we participated in was the “Cream Can”.  This involved visitations to other clubs in Zones eight, nine and ten. The general theme was that whichever club had the Can, would make a visitation to one of the other clubs within the three Zones, leaving the Can with that club.   They would also “pinch” a piece of that club’s memorabilia, usually the Gong, to be ransomed.  This meant a visitation to the thieving club’s next dinner meeting with a sum of money to buy back the object that had mysteriously walked!!  This was all in jest and was taken as “par for the course”. Getting back to the Can, for each week that a club had the Can in their possession, they had to insert money through the slot in its lid.  If I remember correctly, it was five dollars, but I can’t be too sure about the amount.
 
In our Lions Zone, we had six Clubs - Ararat, Lake Bolac and District, Mortlake, Skipton and Stawell. We held annual inter zone games nights for many years, with the winning club having the honour of holding the “Lion” [a stuffed Lion], for the next twelve months.
 
The games were made up of such demanding pursuits as, darts, putting golf balls, hooky, bobs and anything else that could wile away the evening.  Points were awarded on club size and the winner took home the “Lion”.
 
Each club took it in turns to supply the evening meal, which usually consisted of a BBQ and accompanying food - nothing out of the ordinary for a Lions club.   However, I do remember that once my club, “Bolac”, decided to put on a “you beaut” meal catered for by “Fabulous Feasts”, a company that supplied spit roast meals.  This caused a little consternation from the other clubs, for it had raised the bar somewhat and had set the standard for any future events.  
 
This situation was short lived, however, for before the next year’s competition was held, the Lion was incinerated.
 
With Willaura being the winning team, the “Lion” was given to Lion Nico, “The Laughing Dutchman”, for safe keeping.  Unfortunately, Nico’s house was burnt to the ground, with the “Lion” incinerated inside. 
 
Rather sadly, it was ordained that this would be the end of the inter zone games night.  Such a pity, because it was such a great event to bring all the Lions and their Lions Ladies in the surrounding clubs together.
 
Before I close, I must make mention of our Lions Ladies, who supplied all those lovely lunches and dinners we enjoyed over such a long period of time. Without their input there would have been a lot of hungry Lions prowling around the area.  Not a good thought, as it’s often said that you don’t get between a hungry lion and his meal!!!
 
 
David Lowing
November 2021
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'Triggers' - Bev Lee

21/11/2021

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During lockdown I read an article in 'The New Yorker', 'What if remote work didn't mean working from home?'  While reading it, I began reflecting on times in my life when I've WFH (Worked from home), WFNH (Worked from near home) and WAFHOOWH (Worked away from home).

The author*, in a quirky, thought-provoking article, presents a compelling case for why working from near home can be better than working from home as relational noise and cues  abound at home, particularly if living with other people.

Living alone, I’m not distracted directly by other people, but it seems that I’m super tuned in to ‘object related’ visual cues at home, jobs of various types which need attention, and can find it difficult to focus.  It seems I have three options…
  • Stay at home and keep responding to object related cues
  • Stay at home and blot out all object related cues while focussing to the extent that nothing gets done
  • Find somewhere else to work where I’m less distracted… even calm

History suggests I prefer the latter!
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During the late 1980’s early 1990’s I returned to University, taking Master of Education courses and completing a postgraduate Bachelor of Social Work.  All required essays to be written.  At the time my sister and her husband had a holiday house on Phillip Island, not a long walk from the Woolamai beach which has a view across to the bridge from San Remo.  They generously allowed me to use the house as an escape to write.  I’d work on an essay, then go for a long walk on the beach.   My unconscious seemed to keep working on the essay during the walk and I’d invariably return to my desk refreshed, with a new angle or other way to improve my essay. A car ride from the Woolamai surf beach for a bracing walk was also a wonderful way to blow the cobwebs away.

In the late 70’s, early 80’s, I volunteered to produce a newsletter for the Daylesford Arts Cooperative.  It was great fun.  I rented a room in an old hotel in the middle of town which had empty studios to produce the newsletter.  I can remember it now – my state of the art golfball typewriter on a desk in the corner, a trestle table to layout the copy.  It was a space set aside from my working life at school and home life in a miners’ cottage on Wombat Hill near the now Convent Gallery.

When did this habit of ‘working away from home’ begin?  During my high school years, I attended a school in East Malvern in Melbourne, not far from my grandparents’ home in North Caulfield.  I was a book worm, enjoyed school, reading and working on my assignments, somewhat difficult in a small war service home where I shared a room with my sister and also had to cope with a somewhat temperamental war veteran father whose mood swings troubled me.  Being able to stay with my grandparents during the week was a great relief, enabling me to focus on the essays and tasks I had to complete.

There are many other examples – usually involving deciding to work at school after hours rather than work at home which, as I had a key to the school building, I could do.  This was a common pattern in my early teaching years when teachers would often work at the school out of hours.  In the last 13 years of my paid working life, I worked at GOTAFE in both Wangaratta and Benalla.  My car could often be seen in the car park out of hours, as I found it easier to focus on tasks at hand.

I’ve occasionally been known to go away when the newsletter is being transferred to the website, working on it while on escape to Daylesford, even to Watson’s Bay on Sydney Harbour. 

Even as I finish this, I’m sitting in the U3A office – where, in between other tasks, and having read the article on my email listing, I’ve been able to focus on (and enjoyed) writing this piece!
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Cal Newport ‘What if Remote Work Didn’t Mean Working from Home? We need to separate our jobs and where we live’.  The New Yorker.  May 22, 2021.  https://www.newyorker.com/culture/cultural-comment/remote-work-not-from-home? 
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'Triggers' - Barry O'Connor

21/11/2021

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Trigger No. 1:  Watching train journeys on television, as I do regularly; I was watching a special on the Canadian Rocky Mountaineer train. This brought back a flood of memories from a trip my wife and I took in 2000. We were living and working in Sydney at the time, and the Olympic Games were to be held in Sydney. The planned event locations meant that we would have to go around exclusions zones to travel to and from work. In my case it was not as bad as my wife’s, as she would take more than double her normal 1½ hours, to and from work each day. It was decided that the best option was to take leave and travel. Following some research we booked an ‘around the world’ airline ticket and set off on thirteen weeks leave.

The second major leg of the tour took us from Los Angeles to Vancouver, Canada, to board the Rocky Mountaineer train trip. The last stop on this trip was at Banff, where we were booked into the Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel. On arrival we were given our room key and the location of the room was explained. It was not until we got to the room that we realised that we had the most spectacular views from the hotel, across the valley to the mountain range beyond. 
 
There was only one problem, the room walls sloped in rather steeply. For me being, 190 cm in height, it meant walking with bent knees around most of the room, except for a small area near the entrance door. We managed the situation and enjoyed a couple of very special days exploring the township and surrounding areas.
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​Our room's location at the Fairmont Banff Springs Hotel, grey turret, top right hand side.
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​This is a similar image to one of the windows in the room.

We did not have a lounge at this window, but a café style booth with bench seats on either side of a central table.

​However, the view is the same as we had from our room. The other window in the room contained the king sized bed.

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Trigger No. 2: I was watching the news about yet another change in the Japanese Government, when I reflected on some of the more unusual events that took place during my visits to Japan on business. I was part of a group of engineers, marketing and sales people from around the world, who were asked by Nissan Diesel to work on a world standard specification for vehicles that could be sold in any country in the world, with the only option being right or left hand drive. 

One day we were to take a break from our meetings. We were collected from the proving ground at Gunma, and taken to the nearby village of Mashiko. This is one of the areas in Japan that is renowned for the production of ceramics and pottery.  The coach stopped outside this very narrow lane within the village. Myself, and Johnny Marks from South Africa, were the tallest members of the group, both being around 190 cm. An older Japanese gentleman walked down the lane towards us. The older gentleman was from the business we were about to visit, he would have been all of 150 cm tall, and when he stooped over he was even shorter. He took myself and Johnny Marks by the hand, one on either side of himself, and walked us back down the lane. One of our group did take a photograph, however I do not have a copy. 

The man took us to what appeared to be a small factory building, which was in traditional Japanese style and looked very old. Inside there were potters throwing dinner plates in one room. In the next, were mainly women, decorating these plates with two blue bands, similar to the one shown here, but the bands were about half of the width. In the next room the plates were dipped in glaze and placed on racks. I believe that the kiln area was off to the side of the facility, however we were not taken in there due to space restrictions and safety concerns. As we walked out of this smaller building into a huge enclosed space, we were greeted with the sight of literally hundreds, if not thousands, of these plates on racks. There were also rows and rows of racks with serving trays, bowls of various sizes, and a variety of other crockery items, all decorated with the same two blue bands. It was then explained to the group that this business supplied the crockery for most of the 5 star hotels in Tokyo, and they had been doing it for over 400 years. These hotels replace their crockery every 12 months, so there is a constant flow of work for the factory.

Trigger 3: Whilst watching the telecast of the Melbourne Cup, I noticed a horse called ‘Tralee Rose’. This brought back a flood of memories from times past when my father, who had a magnificent tenor voice, would sing this song to my mother, when coaxed at public events.  The original Tralee Rose was also Mary O’Connor, the beautiful young girl who inspired the annual Rose of Tralee International Festival. The song ‘Rose of Tralee’ dates back to an original poem written in 1846 by Edward Mordaunt Spencer. The words of the song are credited to Edward Mordaunt Spencer and the music to Charles William Glover, and from records, it appears to have been written around 1850, although no accurate date was located. The song had a revival in 1930, when John Mc Cormack sang the song at the Tralee Festival. It was later recorded by such greats as Mario Lanza and Bing Crosby. 

The chorus,

Though lovely and fair as the rose of the summer
Yet, 'twas not her beauty alone that won me
Oh no! 'Twas the truth in her eye ever beaming
That made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.


Barry O’Connor.
November 2021.

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    'Triggers'

    The brief - "Keep a notebook close at hand this month in which to note any ‘triggers’ which led you to reminisce about a time in your life. You may have been talking to someone, watching television or a film, driving somewhere, reading a book. Choose one to three of these and write about the memories evoked – keeping the total words to 500 – 750 words."  

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