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From Merrivale 15.12.93

From Merrivale
15.12.93



Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

I can’t believe how the time is flying only 10 more days to Xmas & I am still busy trying to wrap & finish all my presents. Jenny passed all her exams & now has her B/Music – we were so proud of her had we have been here at the farm we would have got in the ca r & taken a bottle of champagne & gone up to her in Bergville.  They called in today on their way to the coast for a few days so we drank a toast at 10am this morning. She said I must tell you that Tam-lyn laughs just like you & that everytime she hears Tam-lyn laughing, she thinks of you. Tam-lyn cam first in class. Wesley was made Deputy Head Boy of Bushlands & Taryn got a certificate for diligence – she really is a honey.   
I can’t believe how much Debbie looks like you & Jonathon looks like Melissa.

We went to the flea market on the Bluff & I must have bumped into just about everybody I knew, so I really had a god time. I met Momma Steele she sends her love & says she is still waiting for a letter from you – she has a very good looking sun.

We enjoyed our stay in Durban but it was very very hot – we went to Addington beach twice just after 5 am & it was so lovely.

I have been writing & phoning around for air fares & I am just waiting for replies.
The whole family are coming here for Xmas hope the weather is good.

Had Debby’s kids & Clinton here all day & we swam all morning then went down to the dam with “paddle me” for a picnic lunch.

I am running so short of time as Vanessa & the boys are coming on Sunday & I want to go to Durban again on Friday & Sheila & I are going to sell hot-dogs & hamburgers down at the bay on Saturday as they are having a Millon Rand competition for the winner of the tagged fish – so we thought we would give it a bash & see if we can make a few bucks.  Well the paper & my wrist have given up so will close.

                                Tons of love from,



XXXXXXXXXXXX  Dad, Mum & family XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

From Merrivale 3.12.1993

From Merrivale
3.12.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

I’m saving by sending this Xmas card with Debbie. Hope you all enjoy her visit – she is getting the jitter bugs at the moment & the kids are all a little apprehensive.

Sheila is in hospital she had a hysterectomy this afternoon & I haven’t heard as yet how she is. jenny just breezed in  & out fetched Regan from boarding school – the rest of the family are all well – with the exception of Sherry who has just been hospitalized with a bladder infection, which they say was caused by nerves, anyway she is home & seems to be fine. Neal is on 6 weeks leave from Sunday, so they are very excited about it.

Aunty Myrtles Keith died also ………. in Greys with cancer of the pancreas & is very bad……..
We have had a couple of scorching days with the temperature in the 40’s then last night we had a storm & it has been cool today. We had a Xmas party here last night for 19 of the family – it was lovely. Week before last the Murdocks came & there were 14 of us for lunch – it was a beautiful day & we had lunch under the trees. Aunty Nora really enjoyed her day.

This card was made by Garrett all Neal’s boys are very arty take after Hazel. Wesley got the soccer cup at Prize Day.

Jonathon is supposed to be coming to sleep then we’re going fishing early tomorrow morning weather permitting.

Well we wish you a merry Xmas & a prosperous New Year & just all enjoy yourselves.

                                Tons of love from,

                                Dad & Mum.

                                XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX


From Merrivale 9.11.1993

From Merrivale
9.11.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna, Girls & Abigail,

Just a hurried note while I have 5 minutes to spare. Dad has gone off to the farm with Neal & I am going to town with Debbie to get groceries, but hope to get in a swim before I go.

The wind is quite nippy & Saturday was really very cold although the sun shone on & off all day. Sheila & the girls came for the day & we all had lunch at Debbie’s. Lionel really excelled himself in the cooking of lunch. Ronald, les & children took Regan home for the weekend & I had a fabulous weekend. Jenny & Jim put on a London pub night on Saturday & although not many pitched up (they had all gone to Ladysmith to watch the rugby on special TV) they had a fabulous evening & jenny played the piano. She has a fantastic Zulu choir going & is hoping to put Bergville on the map with it or should I say highlight Bergville.

Our garden is looking lovely & the bird’s give me so much joy, but they cost me a fortune in feed which we really can’t afford.

We are hoping to go to Ihluyane tomorrow to see the hills they keep on going & all 3 nearly 80 hazel 81.

They are having a big dinner at church on Friday, so I am going to spend the day helping there we won’t be going as the cost is R15 p.p.

I have Elliot in the garden today mending broken fences.

Must close now & run.

                                Tons of love from, XXXXXXXX

                                Dad, Mum & family XXXXXXXX




From Merrivale 6.10.1993

From Merrivale
6.10.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

This is just going to be a very short note as my wrist is very painful tonight. It was really lovely talking to you on the phone.

Daddy is still in hospital, but I am going to pick him up tomorrow & we will go onto Durbs. One of the tumors that they removed 3 months ago had grown again, so had to cut it out again. He has to go back in 3 months & if they are still growing they will have to remove his prostate gland. He was very uncomfortable when I saw him this afternoon but Ron & Les went tonight & have just phoned to say he was more comfortable & not in any pain.

John & Pat Murdoch had a son, Andrew Paul on the 21st September.

We had a marvelous time at Hlalaniti but it has rained non-stop since we came home lovely! The Smiths (Neal) have moved out now we (Les & I) are doing a massive clean-up - painting & making new curtains & painting the slats.

We are looking forward to our annual holiday at Southbroom – I will write from there. This pen is giving up the ghost so I am going to bed as it is fessing cold here tonight.

                                Tons of love to you all,

                                Dad, Mum & family


From Merrivale 18.9.1993

From Merrivale
18.9.1993

Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

Well its ages since I last wrote & lots of water under the bridge.  First of all did you ever get my birthday parcel & George his book on South Africa? Also where are my photos that I left behind & you were sending on?

Thank goodness Neal & Vanessa move out next week. I think I would have gone mad had they stayed any longer nine months is a long time & no one could believe how lazy Vanessa is – she is incapable of disciplining the boys – they never eat anything healthy & never do homework & there room is like a pig sty, but despite this they seem to be very healthy & do extremely well at school. This week I had as much as I could take of all of them Daddy included, so I didn’t say a word to anyone & I took myself off to a chalet at Midmar for a night & thoroughly enjoyed myself doing what I wanted to for 36 hours.  I did phone Debbie & she & Lionel & the kids came out for supper , then when they got home they phoned Dad & told him where I was – the grandchildren think it a hugh joke that Nana ran  away from home – Elliot says to me I am like a child like Donovan running away.

We took Regan home last weekend & spent a lovely weekend with Jenny & family. The hotel is doing extremely well fully booked until end of December.

We are on the go-go again off to Durban on Tuesday for Shelia’s birthday (happy birthday Alan too) then Friday when school breaks up we are taking Taryn & Jenna & Regan to Bergville for the weekend then on Monday we are going to Debbie’s caravan at Hlatatini  for the week then back to Durban then down to Southbroom until Daddy goes back to hospital on the 18th for another test as they say that the tumors they removed were cancer related so he has to have regular check-ups & is actually on the emergency list for a bad so he may be able to go before the 18th October.

All the rest of the family are well. We are just off to a fun day at Laddsworth School, Johnny @ Fay’s school , but the weather is miserable & still no rain we are getting quite desperate, but still have a fair amount in the dam.

How are the children? No more space.

                                Tons of love from, XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

                                Dad, Mum & family




From Merrivale 25.8.1993

From Merrivale
25.8.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

It is ages since I last wrote, but have only just got home & here I hope to stay for a while. Thanks for the video, we all enjoyed it – the children seem to be very taken with the dog.   Did Stacey have chicken pox when you took the video?

We had a wonderful time in the Kruger we saw so many animals & they were right on the side of the road. Once Dad got a bit scared as we were almost on top of an elephant. We saw 2 prides of lions, lots & lots of elephants, a lioness stalking a herd of about 50 buffalo. There were 2 impala high up in a tree, put there by a leopard & a hyena sulking underneath hoping that the leopard would drop him a tit bit. About the only thing we didn’t see was a cheetah & leopard & we just missed the leopard as someone told us he had been lying along the length of a branch but had just come down & disappeared in the scrub.

Patches & May are so good to Dad & I , when we got back from the game reserve there was a meal waiting for us then the next day they invited us around  & what a feast at least 8 different vegetables then meat & salads & pudding. Then on Sunday we all went to the Douglas’s for breakfast & lunch. John Douglas was presenting a paper at Sun City that he has discovered for TB. He specializes at the end of the year. Kevin & the boys came to see us but very seldom Magda – she was 40 this year & looks like a little old woman. We saw Gary, but his wife Lauren was working. They have a town house in Johannesburg. It was Granny Hayes 87th birthday yesterday.

We stayed at the Walter Hotel on our way up to the Hayes & on our return. Jenny is not very happy living in the Hotel – she has no kitchen as yet & everything is at sixes & sevens.

All the family are well. Sheila has a swimming pool put in & Daddy & Neal are busy getting his place ready for them to move in. they already have electricity. I am battling with my garden – we have had our first rain & everything is starting to look green, but there is still so much dust.

I am hating doing my own housework as I feel so tired to the house. The children are all coming on nicely with their instruments & we loved Stacey’s modern dancing.

                                Tons of love from XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

                                Dad, Mum & family



From Merrivale 13.6.1993

From Merrivale
13.6.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

Dad was so pleased to get your phone call last Sunday, but what about me, not even a hello!!!
It is bitterly cold & I am sitting outside under the fibre glass & it is quite warm, but I’m also dressed very warmly. I have just got back from church.

Dad came home on Friday they took 3 polyps off of his bladder & he had tubes in & out of him for a couple of days & it was quite sore – he is feeling much better but is still uncomfortable.

I’m thinking we should go to Durban tomorrow for a week – we have had some of the worst snow falls in years – the weather was up to 31 C &32 C then suddenly the cold struck with vengeance.
Beselina is driving me mad wish I could sack her & do my own work but I know if I do I won’t get anything else done. anyway she is going on 3 weeks leave so we shall see after that even Elliot is getting white he disappeared for 2 hours without telling me & I was alone here with Deb’s 3 kids & I just didn’t know what was going on & when I spoke to him he just laughed & said the Minister had come 7 he had gone off with him.

Lesley is going into hospital this week for a hysterectomy.  Regan is here for the weekend last weekend he bought home a black friend. We went to watch Tam-lyn playing netball at Howick High she is shooter & very good – but the Africans really put heart & soul in the game & beat the white kids.

Mr Montague died last Saturday aged 72 he had cancer but didn’t suffer at all. I think he died of a heart attack after an operation for cancer.

                Well must close now,

                Tons of love from XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

                Dad, Mum & family


From Merrivale 13.5.1993

From Merrivale
13.5.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

We had a lovely time in the Berg with the Hayes. We went to Royal National everyday.  The mountains are breathtaking. We met a young pharmacist from Hobart, who is staying in the caravan park & touring South Africa. He is going to try & get a job in the Hobart hospital when he returns – his name is Graham Hughes. His parents have a shack at Coles Bay & live there permanently. We went to the Hotel Walter for dinner one evening & had a lovely meal.

I have been so busy this week as Bonzie came over & put up my fibre glass for me. We are 3 sheets short & Neal will get them tomorrow & bring them back on Monday. The back really looks lovely as I have been busy painting all the pots & replanting. The kids bought me a cement Chinese lamp for out the back – Neal will put tit up on Monday too.

Can you believe it the weather has been very hot 31 C today. Early mornings are still cold. I am so busy gardening & cooking that I haven’t time to sew & there is so much I want to do. I am also knitting madly.

All the family are well. Debbie is giving Nicky a pirate’s party on Saturday & I will make him a pirate ship cake. Matthew is a darling all smiles.  I said to Deb of course he is always smiling as he is fed & carried around all the time. He sleeps from 9.30 pm – 4.30 am so that’s not bad. Neal has got his farm & lots & lots of hard work as the house is just a shell – the same as Debbie & Lionel’s house at Merrivale Heights.

No more news so I’ll sign off for now.

                Tons of love to you all from,
                Dad, Mum & family





From Merrivale 30.4.1993

From Merrivale
30.4.1993

Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

Thanks Lorna for the phone call – hope you enjoyed your birthday sorry I wasn’t at Debbie’s when she phoned you.

We have only got a car going so my wings have been clipped – I didn’t really mind, but here are times when one does need a car especially where we are.

We are picking Regan up from school tomorrow & taking him home we will spend the weekend with Jenny – then we ae going to meet with the Hayes at Lionel & Debbie’s caravan & we will be staying there 5 days. Debbie & Lionel will take Regan back to boarding school. The hotel seems to be doing O.K. they were fully booked for Easter & again last weekend for the Bergville to Ladysmith race.

I told you Neal had bought a small arm – Dad & I think he is quite mad , as at every protest meeting by the kaffirs they always sing “Kill a boer  a day” “Kill a farmer a day “they have been hauled over the coals about it. A woman in Debbie’s street was murdered yesterday – things are really bad here at the moment & stupid de Klerk does nothing but apologise to the kaffirs – all the whites I know are getting fed up with the way they are allowed to carry on, & they are causing more hatred.

We had lovely rains for a couple of days, but now summer seems to be over – we were really lucky as we had a long summer.

I have got the fibre glass to do the back – now I just need poles & some iron, I just wish it were up. Eric Jones is going to do it for me.

I made new curtains for my bedroom today & everything went wrong I must have unpicked them a dozen times, anyway they are now hung.

I had a super weekend with Sheila – she & I get on so well & think alike. I spent all Saturday morning on the beach then we went to the cemetery, then to visit Aunty Myrtle, they are all well.  Well no more news.

                Tons of love to you all from,

                                Dad, Mum & family XXXXXXXXX



From Merrivale 17.4.93

From Merrivale
17.4.93


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

Just a hurried note to let you know we are all well. Winter is gradually starting with cold nights & early mornings, but the day temperatures are still high 31 C is expected today in P.M.Burg.  I have stopped swimming in the pool, but yesterday Jimmy’s mother & 4 sisters came & we went swimming in the dam – it was warm on top but cold deep down.

We have had terrible riots here over the death of Chris Hain leader of the Communist Party, & head of the army, he lived by the sword & died by the sword, but what chaos his assassin caused.  In P.M.Burg alone they broke all the windows in 70 shops & took all the goods from in the shops like Woolworths, O.K. Bazaars etc. they are hard pressed to find glass in the country to replace the broken windows as they broke windows in just about every town in South Africa, also slashed car tires & broke car windows & set cars alight. Now we are waiting to see what is going to happen on Monday when they bury him. We haven’t sent our kids to school this week & they won’t go back until after the funeral when we hope everything will return to normal.

Debbie & Lionel bought the caravan it is lovely & is parked permanently at Hlatanithi overlooking the Drakensberg. It has two double beds 7 two doors leading out of the bedrooms into a hugh side tent.  There is a large swimming pool tennis courts bowls games room etc. at the caravan park also lovely A frame thatched cottages to hire.

Most of the family are going to Jenny’s for the weekend for a family gathering at the Smiths/Collighams. Nana Colligham is 80 years old & wonderful for her age. Jenny’s sisters are lovely. The hotel seems to be doing well it was fully booked for Easter & can take 39 people. The rooms are done out beautifully most with their own TV & toilet & bathroom & facilities for making tea & coffee.

How did Melissa do in Perth? Tell her to write to us. Tell Jolene I am trying to make a card to send to her soon, but as always I seem to have visitors all the time & no time to do what I want to do. We had a house full over Easter.

                Tons of love to you all, XXXXXXXX
                Dad, Mum & family   XXXXXXXXXXXX



Job Application : 1993

ALAN CARLTON
23 BURNSIDE AVE
NEWTOWN 7008


This application is for the position of Regional Dental Officer.  It is a part clinical and part administrative, managerial position.  As I have been employed by the Tasmanian Dental Services for the last three years in a clinical position this application only deals with the non-clinical part of the job.  The following is how I would attempt to perform the job of Regional Dental Officer if given the opportunity.



ROLE OF THE REGIONAL DENTAL OFFICER

The RDO must represent the TDS to the public and the public to the TDS.  The RDO must tell the employees in the TDS what the public expects, wants and deserves from them.  He must explain to all employees what their specific role is in the big picture.  He must enforce community expectations of work practices and ethical standards.

He must at the same time articulate to the public what the aims and functions of the TDS are and what the rights and responsibilities of the public are.  He must sell the TDS to the general public.  He must continually justify it's existence.  The RDO must sell to the public any changes in the TDS.  He must also sell lack of change or stasis.

The RDO must also negotiate on behalf of the TDS with other sections of the Tasmanian Public Service.  He must continually explain where and why money is needed and what steps are taken to ensure that it is spent efficiently and effectively.  He must explain, to the people who directly control the money, how the money is being used to meet the aims of the TDS. 

The RDO must also provide leadership.  He must set an example by doing the difficult things.  The style, character and the way the RDO approaches his job will affect and pervade through the whole of the TDS.  Everybody will directly or indirectly take their view of what is right or wrong or morally acceptable from him. 

MANAGEMENT PHILOSOPHY

In my opinion the character of the RDO and the philosophy that guides his work is far more important than specific knowledge of and details about the job.  The philosophy that guides his work is the golden thread that runs through everything he does.  It is the rock upon which everything is built.  I believe that every situation that arises  can be solved with the assistance of the following basic principles. 


1              People need rigid, well defined limits to their jobs.  This needs to be in writing and is independent of the official "job description". They then need to be given complete responsibility and latitude to take risks and express themselves within these strictly defined limits.

2              Concentrate on people's strengths.  People should do what they do best and practice what they are good at.  They should be working in positions which take advantage of their strengths.  Ignore their weaknesses and they will become irrelevant. 

3              The vast majority of people want to have pride in their work.  They want to enjoy their work. 

4              People need the stimulation of continually being exposed to change and challenge.  They don't want to be protected from the dangers of taking risks.  Most people are under-extended in their daily work.  They are only using a fraction of their potential.

People under pressure seek help from their colleges.  They work as a team.  Underextended people become bored and whinge and complain.  Excessive pressure is just as destructive but less common in the TDS.

5              The quality of work performed is related to the happiness of the staff.  Staff who have pride in their work and are not under stress at home or at work perform work of better quality
and quantity. 

6              Criticism can be constructive or destructive depending on the way it is presented.  The aim in changing work practices is for people not to see the change as a personal attack upon themselves but rather as a legitimate attempt to help them do their job better from which we would all benefit. 

7              Never criticise one person to another person.  If you have something to say and you can't say it to the person involved then don't say it. 

8              Be consistent.  If you say one thing to one person then say it to everybody.

9              Confidentiality.  If somebody tells you something in confidence then it stays completely and absolutely confidential.

10           The TDS is a team where everybody is on the same side.  We are all working together and our aim is the same.  There is no divide between management and workers.  No divide between staff treating adults or staff treating children.

11           People behave the way you treat them.  If you trust them and tell them you trust them then they will earn that trust. 


12           Disputes should be resolved quickly, rapidly and firmly. To do something; anything is better than doing nothing  A dispute that lingers saps morale and becomes harder to solve.

13           What is best for the community and best for the employees of the TDS is not always mutually exclusive.  Often they go hand in hand with an improvement in working conditions resulting in a better service being provided.  When there is a conflict between what is best for the public and what is best for the employees of the TDS, then the RDO has to take the side of the public.

14           Decisions to change should either be done by concensus or autocratically.  You cannot have a wishy-washy process which is a mixture of both.  It is up to the person in a management position to decide if the decision should be made autocratically or delegated to the people directly involved.

15           Before any decision is taken the RDO needs to consider if the aims of the TDS are being met. 

AIM OF TDS:    The role of State Public Dental Health Services should be to promote oral health to the wider community, and provide preventive, restorative, rehabilitative and appropriate specialist care to the financially disadvantaged, preschool and school children and special disadvantaged groups(e.g. homebound, institutionalised, geographically remote etc).

These services should be provided in a way that meets the need for equitable, accessible and appropriate health services.  They should be provided in an efficient and effective way in close association with the wider community, while recognising the consumer's health rights and responsibilities. 



EXPERIENCE

I will now list some personal experiences that have shaped my attitude to my work and have helped me arrive at my basic principles which I have outlined above.  I will also list experience which I have had that would assist me in the position of RDO.

I graduated in 1979 from Melbourne Uni.  Since then I have worked both here and overseas in private practice and for the public service.  With hindsight I can see that this wide range of dental experiences has been very beneficial. 

1              Travelling Overseas.  I worked for about six years in South Africa.  From this I learnt a little about Africa and a lot about Australia.  This experience put living in Australia in perspective.

2              Working at Ngwelezana Hospital in Kwa Zulu.  The vast majority of patients at this hospital lived in close to third world conditions.  I worked there for two and a half years. 

3              Running the Comrades Marathon.  This race is about 90km's long and physically and emotionally much tougher than a standard marathon.  I found the whole experience very humbling.  The experience also increased my confidence to tackle long and difficult projects when the finishing line is not obvious or apparent.

4              Working in my own private practice in Beechworth, Vic for three and a half years.  A dentist in a small country town is an active and inescapable member of the local community.  I learnt about taking risks and assuming responsibility for decisions taken. 

5              Having three children.  It is impossible to define exactly what influence raising three children has had on me.  I know that it has greatly influenced the basic principles which I outlined above. 

6              Working for the TDS since June 1990.  This experience has given me specific knowledge and detail about the advertised position and about the TDS.  This period of time is long enough for me to see things from the inside and short enough for me to remember and to see things from outside the TDS. 



From Hobart 24.2.1993

ALAN CARLTON
PO BOX 1078
GPO HOBART
7001

24/2/93



Dear Bev


Saturday 5/12/92

At the swimming pool the lanes are crowded with swimmers from Aussi Masters.  The shallow end is teeming with swimmers.  They have stopped to talk.  I swim anti-socially and don't stop to chat.  After about an hour the lanes start to clear and swimming becomes more pleasurable.  Once Lorna gets out I know that it's about time I got out.  I follow her.  Doug Job is standing in his green and yellow tracksuit watching.  He's come along to spectate.  I ask him why he's not swimming and he says that he had an operation to remove a cataract, then he caught the flu and then he had a head-on collision on his bike and broke several bones.  He tells me that from now on he is going to act his age of 73 not 37.  He looks at me.  Perhaps I should act like some-one who is 36 not 63.

Back home I have a shower.  It's tempting to stay and turn the temperature up.  To stay where I am.  We have to buy a Christmas tree.  I prefer a traditional pine tree.  They are very hard to buy.  For some reason they are becoming unfashionable.  Perhaps people are re-using small green plastic trees.  Perhaps they are not decorating trees.  After ringing a few greengrocers I feel that we may be able to get one down at the Salamanca market. 

At the market the place is humming.  The usual collection of art, craft and rubbish.  Tourists with video cameras, locals buying Christmas presents and hippies in a time warp.  We walk quickly through the throng.  I've no interest in browsing and bargain hunting.  On and on through the crowd and eventually I see a truck apologetically parked on the periphery.  It doesn't know if it is in the right place.  There aren't many trees left.  The man selling the trees states that they range in price from six dollars to ten dollars.  He starts hauling them off the truck, displaying them and then throwing them back.  We finally choose one that was standing in front of us from the beginning.  He looks at the tree and he states emphatically that it is an eight dollar tree. 

I juggle the tree and we take off.  It smells like pine flavored air-freshener.  A lady in jeans grabs my arm shyly.  I dread what is about to come.  She looks like a greenie and I feel she is going to accuse me of an environmental sin.  She asks me where I bought the tree as she also wants one.  Thank goodness for that.  Quickly let's hurry home and avoid the stares.

The girls greet the car as we arrive home.  They peer and probe at the tree and want to know when they can decorate it.  The decorations are waiting patiently in the lounge room.  I place some dirt in a bucket and try to ram the tree down as far as possible.  I then pack room dirt around the tree and stand back hoping the tree will not topple and fall.  It stays upright.  The girls are let loose on the tree.  They ask how they must decorate it.

We decide to go down town to a book shop.  We see that the main highway has been cleared of traffic.  People are standing by the side of the road waiting.  The people are peering up the empty road.  Nothing is coming.  We decide to park the car and wait for something.  As we park the car a noise approaches us from up the highway and we can see some police cars, with headlights blazing, driving slowly down the highway.  Behind the police cars we can see some motor-bikes.  Within minutes the road is a continuous stream of motor-bikes.  In either direction there is no end to the stream of bikes. 

On the backs of some of the bikes are fluffy toys.  Some of the bikers wave or hoot.  I try and walk away but there is no escape.  There is no-where to go and still they come.  Each bike is surrounded by its inviolate space and still they come.  We stand stunned and wait for the last biker but he doesn't come.  Eventually they start to peter out and we hop into the car.  Jolene says that there were exactly 861 bikes.  She says that when she started to count she guessed that about 60 had gone past so she started to count at 60. 

During the following week, everytime I mention how I didn't realise how many Wallies there were in Hobart, I was blasted.  Everybody had a brother, father or friend in the "toy run" and it was all for a good cause (toys for children at Christmas).  I still think they were a bunch of Wallies and next year I hope to make a banner and hang it over one of the bridges that they travel under.  It will say "Bikers are queer homosexual woosies."


Sunday 6/12/92
All I know is that they can't wear shorts.  Shorts look terrible.  Jolene puts on a dress that looks too small.  She finally comes out to the car in her latest attempt at getting dressed.  A pair of pants and a shirt which is not tucked in.  It is too late to change so we leave.  We arrive at the hall and there is a line of young children holding violins.  At the head of the line is the violin teacher.  He picks up the proffered violin and plays a few notes.  He then instantly and automatically decides how to put the violin into tune.  He tightens and loosens a few screws and then plays a few more notes.  Ahh that sounds much better and he picks up the next violin.

The violin teacher is slightly flustered and very happy. 
All of his students are in the hall for an end of year concert.  His wife is a piano teacher and all of her students are also here.  I look around the hall for somebody that I know.  Nobody.  I look down the list of performers for a familiar name.  Nobody.  Most of the students are females.  A very delicate, woosie, feminine female in her best Sunday dress. 

The concert starts with a beginning student.  She plays for about half a minute and then bows.  There is a lot of applause.  There are 42 acts but most people are only interested in their particular one.  As the performers get up their relatives and friends sit silently and tensely.  The performers meanwhile concentrate completely and solely on what they are doing.  At the finish of each act the relevant parents relax and sigh.  The performers hurry off as quickly as possible while the parents clap enthusiastically. 

Most of the students are mediocre.  They choose pieces which they haven't quiet mastered and they stumble through.  Occasionally a student stops and completely loses his way or a student gets up and plays the piece flawlessly.  Every student is pregnant with possibilities.  In most cases the way the student approaches the stage gives the game away. 

Melissa plays well.  Concentrating intently and I am relieved when she finishes the piece.  I don't notice any mistakes.  Stacey says the two little boys sitting in front didn't clap Melissa.  She mentions this many times and waits for us to hand out retribution.  Melissa says that everybody was looking at her. 

Saturday 12/12/92

Once again the girls have to get dressed up.  Jolene even wears a dress.  The Tasmanian Symphony Orchestra is holding a Christmas concert in association with the choir from the girl's high school.  It's a sell-out and the theatre is full of families.  Lots of children.  The orchestra is tuning up when we arrive.  The musicians are wearing Christmas hats.  A few have Christmas trees on their heads.  One has an enormous cracker perilously perched on his head.  The violinist have tinsel on their bows.  When the announcer comes on stage he says that as you can see it is going to be a very serious concert.  The orchestra is loose and chirping away but the choir is very serious for it is their big night.

At the back of the stage is the school choir.  Impeccably dressed and not moving.  There is no idle chat amongst the choir.  The music starts and some of the children stop running around.  At the interval Father Christmas enters.  He is rapidly mobbed by children and their attached parents.  He patiently speaks to them individually.  Stacey is incredibly excited.  Stacey feels sorry for one of her friends.  This friend doesn't have a Father Christmas.  All she has is her parents to buy her presents. 

We have to stand up to sing a carol.  The two little boys to my left start running up in down in front of us.  They bump into Stacey and they start laughing as they run and bump into us again. By the end of the night the lady with the four small kids to my left is looking frustrated.  Stacey said later in the car that "I just ignored the little babies."

The concert moved alone very rapidly.  The orchestra played three gallops (by Kabalevsky, Rimsky-Korsakov and Khachaturian).  They also played a few tunes from the Nutcracker Suite.  The Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy was the most serious piece for the evening.  No tacky sentimental speeches or songs. 

Monday 14/12/92

Lorna: When Melissa goes up to get her badge we'll all yell out yehhh
Melissa: Oh don't. You’ll embarrass me as well as yourself.
Lorna: Yehhh.  I won't be embarrassed.  Yehhh.
Melissa: I can assure you that you will embarrass yourself.  Don't do it.

We arrive at the hall in the casino and find a seat near the front.  Melissa and Jolene rapidly head off looking for friends.  All the students are in school uniform and half of them are walking around searching for a friend or trying to find out where they are meant to sit.  Melissa returns to sit with us and Jolene sits with the rest of the concert band.  On the stage are ten leather chairs expectantly facing the audience.  To the left of the stage is a table covered with piles of books and several trophies.

Suddenly the room is quiet and the show begins.  The orchestra plays a few tunes and then the prize giving begins.  Very slick and professional.  No clapping until the end of a group.  Each student is handed without delay her book and is rapidly replaced by another student.  It is a girls high school and after about half hour Stacey says “I haven't seen any boys yet."
Who is that lady giving out the books?  Nobody knows.  She is introduced to give the main speech of the evening.  Her fame is that she umpired the final of the women's hockey in Barcelona.  She tries to inspire the girls to "go for the gap."

This year's prefects line up on the stage.  Next year's prefects line up beside the stage.  Next year's prefects are introduced and walk onto the stage and stand in front of an outgoing prefect.  Melissa stumbles as she steps onto the stage.  The new prefects are handed their badges from the old prefects.  Melissa returns to her seat and talks about how embarrassing it was when she nearly fell.  The concert band plays several songs including "Friends for Life" and several carols.  They are accompanied by all of the school choirs. Jolene plays the trombone.

I am sorry that I have been late in sending this letter.  A lot has happened since December but I can't write about that until I send this letter on its way.





Regards Alan


From Merrivale 14.2.1993

From Merrivale
14.2.1993


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,
Very many thanks to all of you for the lovely holiday you gave us & for all you did for us , it was really appreciated, & I hope it won’t be another 5 years before I see you all again.

We had a terrible journey home & it really has put me off of flying, not that I was particularly fond of flying before.  the plane broke down in Perth & they had us siting on the tarmac in the plane for over 3 hours, while they made up their minds whether to take  a chance & fly  to Mauritius ( have a good look & see if you can see one tiny island between Perth & Mauritius ) or to put us into hotels in Perth, while they tried to find  a new fuel pump in Perth – after 2 hours they treated one & the mechanics fitted it , 7 the pilot came on the air to apologise & say by now it was too late to take us off the plane & get us all back on the plane all 349 of us. I can tell you there were plenty of moans & roans & by the time we got to Johannesburg 2 of the toilets were out of order.  We arrived safely 2 hours late & Neal & Vanessa picked us up & took us to the Hayes for breakfast & then we came straight home.  The Hayes weren’t very pleased with us as they had made all sorts of plans for us, but by that time all we wanted was home.

Neal & all the  Smiths/Jones had put a new window in our room, put in built in cupboards along one wall & Lesley had painted the whole room – so it’s looking lovely & cozy & we are nicely settled in.
We have had nonstop visitors since we came home – then last week I had Debbie’s kids while she was in hospital. Matthew James is very good & looks just like the other 2 boys. Jema & Garrett had a party in Durban this weekend & all the family went down – but Dad & I stayed home to have a quiet time on our own.

It is very hot, but we have had good rains & the dam is full. Jimmy & Jenny have bought the Walter hotel in Bergville so Jenny is trying to sell the house to help pay for it. Jimmy leaves work at the end of the month. Thanks again.

                                Tons of love from

                                Dad & Mum

Saturday 16 September 2017

From Holland : Christmas 1992

From Holland
Christmas 1992


Dear Alan, Lorna, Melissa, Jolene & Stacey

Best wishes for Christmas and the New Year.

It’s all the same in any language though not in any country. They do things differently here by gum – they do.

Yes I’m here as I assume you already know.

To try another country. So far so good. Don’t even mind the cold that much.

Looking forward to Spring!!! Have a great Christmas holiday.

Lots of love Bev



From Hobart : December 1992

REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL: PART SIX
Apricot trees; Mt Wellington;
Kangaroo meat patties; Walking to work;
Chocolates from patients; Junk mail;
A disposable cup full of pink mouthwash.

REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL: PART SEVEN
Judy Tierney; Unused sick leave;
A fridge containing half empty wine casks;
Bright orange mouth-guards; An electric jug;
Rainy days; Bib chains; Yothu Yindi.

REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL: PART EIGHT
Reheated left-overs; Pony tails;
Spanish interpreters; Green gowns;
The crossword in The Australian;
Peach blossom; Insects made from cotton rolls.

REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL: PART NINE
Celery sticks; Protective gloves;
A list of PABX extension numbers;
A jar full of tea bags; Open doors;
Chairs with wheels; Paul Robeson; Disposable bibs.

REASONS TO BE CHEERFUL: PART TEN
Frosts; Cards to buy petrol with;
Noisy shoes; Electric floor polishers;
Lead aprons; Car radios;

Dark protective plastic sun glasses. 

From Hobart : 30.11.1992

ALAN CARLTON
PO BOX 1078
GPO HOBART
7001
30/11/92

Dear Bev,

How is life in Turkey?  We may have a turkey for Christmas dinner but I would be quite happy to have something else.  Perhaps a BBQ.  We are staying in Hobart this Christmas.  Lorna's parents may visit us in February.  I don't know when my parents are coming down here but I'm sure it will be some time in the next six months. 

Today has been a very lazy day.  There is a Test Match being played at the Gabba.  Don't you like the sound of that?  The First Test is being played at the Gabba and all is right with the world.  Apparently more Australians visit Art Galleries and Museums than spectate at sporting events.  Perhaps we should be comparing the number of people who participate in sport relative to the number who paint or sculpt etc.

Personally sport is a much greater source of inspiration in my daily life than art or organized religion.  This could be because I am an Australian.  You would be in a much better position to judge.  I did go for a swim today so I have very recent experience of participating in sport.  I am training to defend my medal which I won earlier this year.  You were a witness to that great historic sporting event.   Actually I probably spend more time gardening which is not strictly either sport or art. 
The school year is nearly finished. To be replaced by the silly season.  That will be followed by the boredom season.  I can feel a couple of concerts and speech nights coming on.  At the school they had elections for prefects and next year Melissa will be a prefect in her final year at that school.  She is happy and I am ambivalent.  She says she is tough enough to handle it.  Last week Stacey's school had a fair.  There was a prize and Stacey said they were going to raffle-tickle it. 

Last week we saw a new Australian film.  It was called Romper Stomper and was set in and around Footscray in the Western suburbs.  It is about a group of neo-Nazi skin-heads who directed a lot of emotional energy and physical violence at the local Vietnamese community.  The violence in the film was much more sickening and frightening than any Rambo film.  I also saw the film called Strictly Ballroom a few weeks ago.  I don't know if this film has reached the outer reaches of Turkey but if it does then go and see it.  Recently I have been seeing a lot of films and I definitely prefer Australian films.  I can't help it.  Perhaps this is what Robert Hughes calls the cultural strut which follows the cultural cringe.  Robert Hughes thinks that your gait should be reasonably normal, neither cringing nor strutting.  In that way you can appreciate something that is good or bad irrespective of its origin.


Merry Christmas 

Love Alan

Photos : 1992 (E)





From Merrivale : 21.11.1992


From Merrivale : 27.10.1992


From Merrivale 11.10.92

From Merrivale
11.10.92


Dear Alan, Lorna & Girls,

Its ages since I last wrote but I have been busy looking after the grandchildren. They are all very good, but eat like horses & I spend my whole day cooking for them. while I was in Durban I cooked for both Sheila & Neal & did we eat well as one day Sheila would provide the where with all & the next day Neal, so we landed up having 2 roasts a week & eating rump steak. Sheila & her family except for Ronald are mostly vegetarian.

Jenny’s kids have just gone home – also Neal, Vanessa & boys. Sheila’s kids didn’t come as Angela came up from Cape Town & they stayed with her to help her look after her little girl also Melanie’s. I really enjoyed having everyone here as we went to Midmar twice & I made a potjie each day – Thursday it rained all day so the kids watched videos all day & I made popcorn & toffee apples – now the kids say I must open a shop & they will sell all the cakes & sweets I make.

Dad (TV addict) is busy watching “Beyond 2000” he won’t miss it for anything & moans like a stuck pig if there is sport on & they don’t show it. My wrist is playing up & I am having a job writing this letter. I have just made 4 pairs of baggies & a skirt.

I have just come back from making supper & it has given my wrist a chance. It doesn’t affect my knitting at all.  We had lovely soaking rain & my vegetable seeds have all come through – I thought I had lost them all. I have painted the pool, will only fill it when I come home from Southbroom.
We are going to Jenny on Tuesday to look after the kids for her while she is writing her final examinations. On the 30th we are going to Vereeniging for Gary’s wedding, then from there we are going with the Hayes to Southbroom for a much needed holiday. Richard Page is getting married in December but I don’t think we will be able to make that wedding. The kids all caught fish at Midmar so were very excited. Don’t mind my jumping around. Must close now as my back is now playing up, I’m a real old crock.

Tons of love to you all from,

Dad, Mum & family XXXXXXXXXXX



From Sunshine 6.10.92

From Sunshine
6.10.92


Dear Alan,
                Yesterday I went through all the Choice magazines for the last five years and couldn’t find any article on mulchers. Lois has burrowed two but I looked in the index and nothing. I have read about them somewhere. It must have been the paper. I do know, from hearing people talk about them the mulcher is very good for keeping moisture in but you need a heavy duty one and that is too dear for one person.  The Williamston council comes around at least once a year and mulches all the branches you leave on your nature strip and leaves you with the mulch. That seems the best way to go.

The small branches and large leaves you can leave on your lawn and just mow over them several times.  We are now at Trentham. This afternoon we went to Aunty Phyllis’s funeral at Castlemaine. Everyone and then you need a funeral to meet some relatives. Uncle Arthur was a little upset when the coffin was taken away but then we all went into a room at the back of the church and had afternoon tea. We all talked for about 1 ½ hours and by the end of the discussion Uncle Arthur was much better. He had a good talk to a lot of people. He does look frail in his wheelchair but his mind isn’t bad. Not as good as Aunty Grace.  Keith and Margaret got back from their holiday to Canada & Alaska last week so were able to come to the funeral. They have already been to see Aunty Grace. She wanted to know all about their travels. We still hasn’t taken her out since she got burnt but the nurse said we can go now we are just waiting for good weather. It must come soon.

Didn’t mention earlier when talking about the funeral that I was talking to Judy. She doesn’t look like anyone else in the family.  The day Aunty Phyll died was the day Ted finally handed over his practice. Judy is still going to work one day a week there and ½ a day a week at the prison. She said she would rather spend her time at home with the children several are quite young.

We did have a pleasant night last Saturday. The old Vietnamese lady I am teaching English to had her 69th birthday and asked us to come. We were the only non- Vietnamese but we had a good time. Some spoke English very well and Anh the old lady was very happy we came.  They put on the TV to get the election result. It was strange here we were with all these people mostly speaking a foreign language and all stopping to hear the results. They were all interested in what was happening.  Not many labor voters they were anti-communist. It was an interesting night we were glad we went. Now I am going to write to Beverley. We have just got a letter from her. She has started working. She sounds happy with her new job.

                Love from Mum.

                Give my love to Lorna and all the girls.


From Hobart : 5.10.1992

ALAN CARLTON
PO BOXX 1078
GPO HOBART
7001
5/10/92
Dear Bev

In the middle of a song the clock radio comes on.  The clock radio has no respect for singer or announcers.  It starts abruptly catching the announcer mid-sentence or the singer in the middle of a song.  I lie in bed listening and I know I have ten minutes before I get up.  My sleep has been disturbed and I can't reclaim it.  I could lie here and listen to the radio for ages.  It would be easy.  But not today.  It's time to get out of bed.  Once I take that big step out of bed occurs everything else flows automatically. 

We drive through the darkness in silence.  The Derwent River appears calm, dark, quiet and very deep.  On either side the street lights snake up the valley.  The bridge always seems to have traffic on it.  Cars are converging on the giant cocoon from all directions.  Some of the cars circle, disgorge teenagers carrying large sports bags, and then disappear into the darkness.  How crowded are the lanes going to be today?  There are a lot of cars in the carpark.  We park and perfunctorily enter the pool.

I buy a ticket, walk round the corner and place the ticket in a slot.  Down the corridor and then I push my way through the swinging doors into the heat, humidity and bright lights.  Some of the regulars are already swimming.  It's reassuring to see the regulars.  I know I'm in the right place.  Some I know by name.  Some I greet.  Most of them only exist at the pool.  If they have a life away from this place it's unknown to me.  Occasionally you see a vaguely familiar face uptown but...

Everybody is quietly and efficiently peeling off tracksuits putting on caps and adjusting goggles.  No time is wasted as everybody prepares to enter the pool.  It's six o'clock in the morning and there are laps to be swum.  Which lane will I swim in?  This lane has the least swimmers in it but there is a very slow breaststroker in it.  He should be in the far lane.  Well I'm not going to tell him.  The next lane is a bit fast for me.  I'll take my chances with the breaststroker. 

Now to enter.  I stand and wait for a break in the chain of swimmers so that I can enter some clear water.  I give my goggles a final unnecessary adjustment and then slowly slide into the water.  The coldness of the water envelopes me like a second skin.  I duck my head under the water and then I'm away swimming slowly and it feels great.  A couple of hundred of free nice and easy and then something else.  What else?  I'll worry about that in a few minutes.  At the moment my arms, legs and back are starting to loosen up, the blood is starting to flow and I'm a million miles from care.

Regards 


Alan