Today’s Guest Author is the redoubtable Ian, with another of his timely reflections. Many thanks, Ian.
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There is much talk about core Labor values.
What are they? Where are they? Who had them? Who lost them?
Perhaps they haven’t been lost, as much as not seen. Perhaps in our rush to condemn, and adapt to, modern politics/politicians we are blinding ourselves to the effective subtleties of simply working together
Once, I camped up in the Yilgarn area, about 30 miles west of a place called Sandstone. Station country: sandy, flat with plenty of jamwood, sandalwood that, after rain, explodes with wildflowers.
A good mate, couple of dogs, tucker box, swags, waterbag, faithful HQ ute loaded with a 44 filled up in Perth, and a couple of not so reliable hired metal detectors – and … only thirty miles from the pub. Didn’t need anything else. Sometimes enough is too much. We set up camp by a rocky outcrop. It afforded a bit of shelter from the sun and wind and there was a natural breezeway at the top. I swear it was cooler than air conditioning when the right zephyr wafted through. All in all … a good camp. Others, long ago, must have thought the same. The number of gnamma holes attested to this, not to mention the old workings, mullock heaps and dry blowing mounds. We settled in for the night.
Come morning time, sipping a cup of black, smoky billy tea – the tannin in it near shrank dentures – I gave thought to the gnamma holes.
As far as I know they were made by fire and digging stick. A small fierce fire was lit, allowed to go out and the now softened or even crumbled rock was dug out. This continued on until arm length was reached. They were dug at precise points ensuring that all rock outcrop water runoff was captured. A rock lid covering the top ensured minimal evaporation. What intrigued me, though, was the effort of all involved to build them.
I am assuming that they were built by men (longer arms = deeper holes), but the whole group contributed to the effort. The builders would have eaten the meat, johnny cakes, bush fruits and such hunted, baked and gathered by others. The younger children would have been set the task of firewood gathering. The older monitoring and teaching them. All would have been told of the Dreaming and how the gnamma hole came about. Those approaching initiations may have seen sacred lore enacted at corroboree.
The holes, as I saw them, were about a lot more than a water supply. They’re a group asset that ensured not only the survivability of the group but reinforced, in such a practical way, the strengths of each and of all.
If I were to be asked what I see as Labor values it would this – they are as gnamma holes.
725 thoughts on “Gnamma Holes … and Core Labor Values”
If Abbott doesn’t want to say any more about the search until after his meeting with the Chinese president then why did he say anything at all? It’s not as if he said anything important, it was just more ‘look at me’ stuff.
His Chinese visit has been a flop, he and Sloppy are being criticised in Washington for their budget slashing and spending cuts, so that poor, tired old unicorn gets dragged out yet again. It’s time the poor thing was put down.
TLBD – How rude!
Leonetwo, CNN’s so called experts are now tearing Tony’s premature ejaculations apart.
I hope they wash their hands afterwards.
Not in the least. I thought that particular item of underwear was very attractive.
Has Ms Attard gone over to the dark side?
Wonder if she has changed her mind in the last ten days.
Fiona, yes,a gripping tale!
I wouldn’t be at all surprised – and won’t PM Blood Oaf and Jolly Joe Hokey make a mess of dealing with it:
There was this lovely beach in the height of summer …
so that poor, tired old unicorn gets dragged out yet again. It’s time the poor thing was put down.
It’s very cruel but very funny …
You know…I wonder where those MSM. journos’ who have and in some cases , still are singing the praises of this corrupt govt’, are going to spend their retirement…I mean, Murdoch is not going to live forever, the LNP. are not always going to be in govt’…yet these MSM. crawlers are going to have to live in the communities they have sold down the river…will they get around like “Jackie O” in exaggerated dark glasses? Will they retire to a hermit’s existence in a gated community? Have the likes of Albrechson, Harcher, Kenny, Uhlmann and those other bits of navel-fluff even given it a thought?….perhaps they are all under the impression that they will be invited to live in Rupert’s new apartment in NY.?…….bad news folks!…you are going to remain here..and we’ve got your “number” !
When I go to the beach
TLBD – I thought they didn’t do waves.
Guy Rundle shits me to tears some days, but he can still knock out a sublime turn of phrase occasionally:
This could be the way to beat the next Wall Street crash –
Sorry that you look so plain… You could, if you wanted to look a bit more sexy, dress up a bit:
The bow tie offers all sorts of possibilities.
It certainly does
TLBD – I worked at different times with two guys who always wore them. Both complete tossers.
The bow tie vine is a very pretty plant:
Kiwi ones do white water rafting rather than beaches..
Things Kiwi do all sorts of very strange things.
Blue Ducks are a bit like mad uncles.
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