Tiny tasks in life arise from time to time, creating small
opportunities and little challenges. Mother’s coming 100th
birthday, Tuesday, 27th February 2018, was celebrated on
the prior Saturday for the convenience of those whose everyday
commitments meant that a Tuesday attendance would not be possible.
The luncheon event was planned in parallel with the Tuesday occasion,
a second celebration that promised an array of letters from various
dignitaries, and another cake. On the Saturday, the more formal day,
the families of the four siblings were asked to speak in order of
seniority. So, directly after lunch, I had the job of making a short
speech on behalf of my branch of the family tree. When starting to
write this piece, it just happened to fall into the pattern of a poem
that reminisces on a life and one hundred. The process of writing,
like that of designing, remains a mystery. One leaves oneself open to
the muse in both situations: it happens.
For the historical record, a congratulatory notice was placed in The Courier Mail
and The Shetland Times. Father was a Shetlander. The family
has close contacts with the folk of these islands even though most
still live in the south-east of Queensland.
Dad came to Australia as a teenager and lived his life here, first in
the Laidley district where he met mother, and in Brisbane, at
Kalinga; then New Farm, and finally Tenneriffe, while always dreaming
of ‘home.’ After Dad's death, mother moved from Tenneriffe to New Farm. She moved to Wynnum West when
developer Tom Dooley, who had purchased the property from the
Churches of Christ Care, moved the residents out of Glen Eagles
in Moray Street so that he could redevelop the towers, originally
designed as inner-city retirement accommodation by the Buffalo Lodge,
into luxury apartments. The award-winning towers were designed by the Brisbane architectural firm Curro, Nutter, Charlton in the 1960s: see - http://voussoirs.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/planning-failures-who-cares.html
This is the talk:
tuesday
mother
ninety nine
one hundred
coming ready or
not
life’s a little
like this
it’s just not
cricket
well it
it is
the number
100
is made special
iconic
a
significant
landmark
in this sport
as in life
and
many affairs
of state
in the bat-and-ball
game
the century!
generates
cap waving
bat swinging
arm throwing
random running
around
and
copious group
huggings
in
the extreme
we review the first
100 days of power
in politics
as if they were
relevant
as important
and
as significant
as a life
we go over
stories
and photographs
of the century
likewise
with enthusiasm
and intrigue
100!
amazing
those were the
days
we play games
counting to
100
number bubble
hide-and-seek
darts
a double bull
it is
a digital juncture
a destination
an ambition
likewise
the number
mesmerises us
in the everyday
every day
as we cleverly
avoid it as
99 cents
in
a deceitful decimal
game
making
an
imperial mishmash
of
metric pellucidity
so today
leaving us equally
astonished
by the count
and the life
we gather to
celebrate
mother’s coming
100
it is a
landmark
a digital wow!
just ones and zeros
the last ones
and zeros
were at 10
1928
more than
32,850 days
ago
agog
leaping
leap years
when one considers
the biblical three
score years
and ten
her years are
the bright side of
averages
the right side
being a card player
this makes her
call
a winning
six hearts
an appropriate
reference
for her life
both cards and love
seeing
that she could not
call
no trumps
if only!
we are burdened
with him
in cribbage
mother
is two thirds of
the
way
down
the second run
still with good
cards
in her hands
to yet come
up
in monopoly she
holds
100s
in transactional
counts
from shrewd and
lucky deals
in
the throw of the
dice
the game of life
the cake has 100s
and extra
zeros in 1000s
or should have
let's pretend
just for this unique
celebration
this occasion
the century!
it takes the cake
it is a special time
because we love
counting and
establishing
landmarks
marking life on land
in time
on time
1 . . 2 . . 3
tick . . tock . .
tick
doesn’t it go
quickly!
the stories over
time
magnetise
us
too
like the box
brownie
browning images
of other epochs
the time scale
the differences
alert us
to
the achievement
the experience
the understanding
the eras
years
their people
the change
now slick internet
then slate
flash
in timber frame
with one side ruled
slow pencil
sharpener
and scraps of paper
if you were lucky
a
crystal radio too
perhaps
but life was still
full
18 presidents u.s.
maybe
hopefully
more soon
allowing for the
successful
six-trick
card call score
of 120
and
a better world
prime ministers
23 u.k.
25 a.u.
making the bingo
call of
clickety click
66 in total
presidents and prime
ministers
us au and uk
ironically
the angel number
era after era has
been
seen
lived
each celebrating
remembering its own
little
100s
and 1000s
killed in wars
to end all wars
if only
if only
so
as with cricket
perhaps we should
as good sports
all
be
arm waving
body
swinging
cap throwing
copiously running
around
and
randomly group
hugging
in the extreme
for mother's
astonishing
health and
well-being
her vitality and
love
of life
her coming
100
no bingo call for
this other than
It’s a
bullseye! It’s a bullseye!
two 50s
or
90
+ 10
top of the shop
and
den
then what?
congratulations
and
a
happy birthday
for
tuesday mother
SOME GAMES
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