Welcome to Martha’s Musings…M&M for short. She’s a younger, distant relative of another very wise lady I know…Aunty Acid…
~~~When a scrawly, handwritten recipe I’m following to the letter, says to cook for 40 minutes in a “mod oven”… will the recipe still work in my old Westinghouse oven I bought at the turn of this century?
This is a bit late, but never an afterthought ! Here are the rest of my pick of the tree jumpers from Jumpers and Jazz in July festival.
So that belatedly wraps up 10 days of colour, music, fun, food and good times. The visitors came and enjoyed. Warwick and the region turned it all on for first-timers or returning festival goers. There was something for everyone, and it only happens in Warwick..(as far as I know…)
And…back in the archives…We were told by the JJJ committee in 2014 that our tree jumper was the 1st international entry they had had! We made it and packed it in our luggage when we came over on holiday for the festival!
Warwick has now returned to ‘normal’…the jumpers came down at the end of the last day of the festival. It’s now business as usual as we ride along through the remaining days of Winter. Spring is on the doorstep! There is a lot of talk about rain and flooding through Spring and Summer. We are forewarned, let’s hope that heads-up heaps us down the track if there is a deluge.
Ryan was excited. He had a surprise stop for Bianca, to see his old family home during their holiday. The icing on the cake would be lunch at his all-time favourite retro diner; 20 years ago when a student, the NoshPit had cheap tasty food.
But when they arrived at his old address, a modern monstrosity had replaced his house. Ryan was deflated.
“Hey, wait till you see where we’re going for lunch!”
“Exciting! I’m famished!”
Ryan’s face fell seeing a derelict diner that was once legendary.
“Such a shame! Hang on to the memories, let’s go get Thai instead.”
It has been quite a week, what with the shocking news of Olivia Newton-John passing, a week after Judith Durham. I was very familiar with Judith Durham and the music of The Seekers, but it wasn’t my preferred genre, so I know little of their vast number of hits. But I have always been a fan of Olivia Newton-John, and like millions of other fans, I know a few of her songs by heart.
I remember so well when the movie Grease opened in Wellington in 1978. Wow. I had not long moved out of home, living in a rental with another young woman, Hilary. We got on really well, we enjoyed the same food, and both had loads in common including being great fans of Olivia Newton-John and John Travolta. We had to see the movie.
So it was arranged that after work one night, we would have an easy quick dinner and get the bus to town which was a short trip as we lived in Mt Victoria. We must have missed the bus and had to wait for the next one as we were running from the bus stop to get to the Regent Theatre in Manners Street to get our tickets. We didn’t want to miss out!
Anyway. The movie was absolutely brilliant and we sang the songs on the bus all the way home. That was my introduction to Olivia Newton-John. She was so inspiring to watch on the big screen. The most beautiful voice, she seemed to sing effortlessly, and I carried that thought right through her career as we watched the movies and video clips she made. She was a beautiful lady. She also had an incredible sense of positivity, calm, and just really down-to-earth in her interviews. She was an activist, doing incredibly good work for people, wildlife, and our planet. She always had a demeanor as someone who would be happy to listen and chat if you were lucky enough to meet her.
The floor fell away from under my feet last Monday morning, 8th August, when we heard the news of her passing. I had no words. At first, I thought it was a prank as some people do the weirdest, most distateful things on social media to get attention, but no. This was real. It was on the 7am news. The rest of the day, and week were all about thoughts of Olivia. the media was flooded and rightfully so, of videos, interviews, memorabilia of Olivia.
Another legend, gone. Rest in Peace, Olivia Newton-John. She will be greatly missed.
Maggie had stopped listening to the fascinating commentary by Jake. She had taken in every word the tour director said, she hadn’t missed any of it, but at this moment instead, she stared at the ruins of a castle.
“It’s known to have ghosts…” Jake concluded, but Maggie didn’t hear.
Her tour would include the ruins of this castle once occupied by her clan; her third great grandfather, his three wives, and many children. He disappeared without a trace.
As she wandered the ruins, she felt a presence. A ghostly whisper called her, “Stay away, you’ll be next.”
I know, but here’s my plan. While Sheryl’s away with her mum travelling in Europe, I have to fix the greenhouse.” Sam rubbed his forehead.
“She’ll be so surprised! You’ll earn a lifetime of brownie points. Going to get some blokes in?”
“Nah, doing it myself, I finished that retainer wall a while back, so I can do this.”
“How’re Cheryl and Jill doing?”
“They’re loving it! Both crazy about castles.”
“Hey, Jonesy!” Matt called across the yard.
“You up for a job Saturday?”
“You’re joking, knock it down!”
“Aussies! No surprises there!”
The preschoolers in this iconic, award-winning Kiwi advert from 2009 have grown up, and in the story, they are married men now. This video clip will hopefully explain my story, using last week’s prompt of the dilapidated greenhouse as the doer-upper in the story.
A large ‘Where’s Delilah?’ poster was stuck on the bus stop shelter, another on a shop window, both faded. Jimmy and Lisa never gave up hope of finding their daughter. Snatched in a busy crowd when she was three, they believed Delilah was still alive. Somewhere.
Meanwhile, on a dilapidated orchard 800 kilometres away…
“Lily, pass me those pink roses, love?”
“Okay. Are we still going to Sally’s for my birthday?”
“You bet! It’s your 13th!”
“Cool! I love you, Aunty Pam.”
“I love you too, hun. Your mum and dad in heaven will be so proud of you.”
Thanks for reading
In the 1st week of August each year, Australia has National Missing Persons Week. This story was inspired by a cold case that was aired on TV promoting this week of awareness.
This patchwork has a myriad of colours and textures including music, food, fascinating craft work and a positive, creative community.
Jumpers and Jazz in July
This weekend has been a culmination of the quirkiest 10 days that Queensland can offer.
It’s all been done, better and better than last year. Yesterday the main street was taken over by oodles of suitcases showing off all sorts of treasures. From felted hats to stitchcraft, patchwork, treasures from yesteryear, treasures recently handcrafted, clothes, pottery, scarves, to woodwork to old books, bags, slippers, socks, the zaniest winter beanies you’ve ever seen, and so so much more.
There’s more from this weekend…but I’ll leave this blog here. Like a good wine, the events from this weekend shouldn’t be rushed! I’ll be back!
This patchwork includes loads of colour, quirky originality, and a special kind of magic that warms up Warwick and the Southern Downs for 10 days with Jumpers and Jazz in July festival.
We started with the famous, Freestone country Brekky & Yarn Spectacular.
Outside the Freestone Hall, the yarnbombing was brilliant!
Then we went back to town (Warwick) to suss out the action…
There’s a lot more to this time of year than yarnbombing, and I’ll add more photos during the festival. It’s all about music, dancing in the streets, popup shops, weaving, felting, clothing, local and visiting artisans, delicious local eats and treats, classic cars, steam train, markets, suitcase rummage…..and more.