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Friday, 31 March 2017

VINTAGE JOANNE WALKER DOLL. ATLAS PLASTICS. AUSTRALIA.

If you love dolls then you cannot go past the all Australian Joanne Walker Doll produced by Atlas Plastics from 1949 to the mid 1950’s.  Atlas Plastics were previously Hutchens Brothers who had their business in Nolan Street, South Melbourne.
Hutchens Brothers quite often advertised positions for girls to make doll clothes and towards the later part of 1949 positions for artistic girls to paint doll faces and girls wanted for interesting congenial work were advertised in the name of Atlas Plastics rather than Hutchens Brothers. In the 1950’s Atlas Plastics were looking for women to assemble their dolls.

Joanne was not only sold in specialised toy stores but also department stores and newsagents.

In 1950 Atlas Plastics donated a walking, talking (this would be a Ma Ma doll), sleeping, winking doll called Joanne to an organisation helping to raise funds for the 3DB Sporting Globe Appeal as seen in the Sporting Globe, Melbourne, 23 December 1950.

Was this walking, talking, winking Joanne a one off?

In 1953 a 31 inch Joanne doll was advertised with hair in a choice of blonde or brunette. She weighed 3 1/2 pounds and cost £8 /13 / 6.

In 1953 a 30 inch Joanne walker doll was advertised as having a Ma Ma voice. She cost £8 /19/6.

In 1954 a 30 inch Joanne doll was advertised as wearing a taffeta dress with nylon hair that could be washed. The cost to buy her was £8 / 10/- a pricey doll.

The Joanne dolls started out as hard plastic dolls that were spray painted, the Joanne dolls to follow were thin plastic. It’s very easy to tell them apart. The earlier sprayed dolls have a different colouring, the paint is flat and dullish to look at, although a nice soft brown in comparison to the unpainted thin plastic dolls that have a shine to them, especially noticeable on their face

I don’t have a preference for either type of Joanne doll; they’re all lovely to me.

These dolls came with open and closed mouths.

In 1950 a 30 inch Joanne doll was advertised as a walking, sleeping doll.
Some were advertised without a name. The price for her was 6 guineas. Back in 1950 you could buy a 40 piece dinner set for less.

In 1954 a 30 inch Joanne doll was advertised as having three choices of hair colour; blonde, brunette and red.
In 1954 according to one ad Joanne was the doll ”everyone was talking about.”
In 1955 a 28 inch Joanne doll was described as being ”practically indestructible” she was dressed in a taffeta dress with bonnet and nylon hair that could be shampooed. Cost £6 / 15/.
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The same year Myer had the above doll for sale.
In 1956 a 30 inch Joanne was advertised wearing an organdie dress and straw hat. Her nylon hair could be washed. The cost £6 /15/.

It seems that Myer were probably the last stockists actively advertising Joanne in 1956 with the doll being advertised as ”while stocks last’ — by the end of that year she no longer appeared. This doll is the one you find with the organdie dress and straw hat.
Over time many of these dolls split at various parts of the seam, my dolly is in lovely condition though and she displays beautifully.
Myer advertised Joanne in a 27 and 28 inch for sale in the same year wearing an organdie dress and straw hat. The price for her was the same as the 30 inch above.
A very big thank you to Witchesweb  for this great article
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CAPE PATTERSON PHOTO ESSAY

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Cape Paterson Photo Journal 2019

CLICK LINK TO OPEN PRESENTATION – it will download to the bottom corner of your screen – once loaded click on the presentation to open  and run. Use your mouse or navigation arrows to navigate the content.

One of the courses undertaken at UTAS  this year was the Photo Essay, and I elected to focus on a local beach. Cape Paterson is a ten minute drive from home and these photos were taken over a period of two weeks, using my trusty iPad camera and with very little editing other than cropping.  I have always loved photography, but never considered myself to be anthng but a memory keeper – taking photos for personal memories and often not very good photos.

I have always loved using the shapes and forms of nature and man made structures rather than happy snaps and jumped at the chance to do this unit.

The feedback I received was awesome and I have attached the PowerPoint show to this blog post  to share it with you.

To access the visuals click on the  link above and the PowerPoint show  will appear in the bottom corner  of your screen.  Click n the link to open the presentation.  Enjoy the show. 

This is the feedback I recieved-

Hi Linda,
The images you have selected successfully demonstrate your use of a 

variety of design and composition techniques. The combination of collage and single images, and the shifting camera point of view across the series adds visual interest. The single images provide important pauses within the photo-essay.

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Your prior writing experience is evident in your beautifully crafted captions. The text is beautifully written and has a great rhythm. It creates a real backbone to your photo essay as the visual imagery in the text connects to the content within your photographs. I enjoy the viewer participation you engage by inviting the viewer to see your imaginative interpretations of the rock shapes and forms.
Your photo essay effectively combines words and images to tell a story. There is a strong location based visual narrative as we follow your beach walk. The text encourages us to enter another world and see the beauty, mystery and timelessness of the beach landscape. Or perhaps it is more apt to say that the photo essay prompts us to see the world as it really is if we take the time to look. Excellent work!

Best wishes for your future photography and writing endeavours,

Michelle

 

WORD PRESS PLEASE

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Oh Word Press why have you abandoned me?  You have introduced paragraph blocking.  It’s Ok but when you try to cut and paste from a word doc it is sheer murder.

Then if I need to edit HELP. *&$#@ I have no idea of what is happening.. I am sad and hope our relationship is going to continue but…….

 

“It takes a village to raise a child.”

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Bullying and self harm. A parent’s nightmare, a 12 year old child self harms and attempts suicide. The reason, bullying at school. The parents and family post a passionate plea on Facebook for help. They need to make someone accountable for their son’s situation.

The school is in the firing line for not doing more to prevent bullying. Given the high priority and community awareness surrounding bullying it is difficult to accept the school has done nothing. The post indicates one of the children was suspended for three days. The parents and family are also suggesting there has been no support from the public health system.

While the community grieves for this child – what is it the family want? What is the community supposed to do?

How do we stop and or control bullying? The frameworks are in place. Schools suspend perpetrators when bullying is identified and substantiated.  They have zero tolerance procedures in place.  Do they suspend children indefinitely?  Are there counselors in place can attendance to counselling be made mandatory?  Is counselling offered to both parties?  In reality what can the school do ? What action punitive or otherwise can they legally take?

There are more questions than answers. Teachers are not meant to be police officers, counselors, or paramedics and social workers and have more responsibilities today than ever before.

What is the role of the parent? How  has the victim been supported  within the family? Are we making the situation worse by using the terms victim, bully or perpetrator? Are there less stereotyped terms that could be applied?

What makes someone a victim and another person a bully?  Why does bullying occur?  Bullies may have a role model within their family circle. We see bullying in the animal kingdom. It is called the survival of the fittest and establishing a pecking order.  Now thats fine for the animal kingdom but humans are supposed to be more evolved and  use reasoning rather than brute force to settle disputes or confrontations.

How does the community, education system  or the health system support these individuals who are subjected to bullying and its side effects? Bullying is not sexist. Girls can be as vicious in their behaviour as boys. How do we support those who are causing the problems? Is it an anger management issue? Would cognitive behavourial therapy help?

Perhaps if the community as a whole stopped accepting  and mirroring the unacceptable behaviours that bombard us via the media and in the form of reality TV and so called celebrity outbursts and some of the belittling memes and posts on social media, outlooks and behaviours may change..

You can throw money and resources into this mix forever but, unless we understand the why, nothing will change. Children need to feel safe and secure in their environment. Parents need to understand and be accountable for their children. Parents need to parent and support their children teaching them right from wrong and not expect others to fill this void.  The role of a parent is to help the child to grow, to educate, love and support.

Respect appears to be lacking in many areas of our lives. Respect for self, others and the community and the world at large.  Christians may use the phrase from the Bible about  treating others as you would like to be treated; all faiths have a similar tenet of compassion and respect.

I am not suggesting that any specific family has not been aware or supported their child, However , there are dysfunctional families who are not supportive or even aware of what is  happening within their family. How do we help the children of these families?

Open communication and awareness knowing your child and recognising when something is not right is an imperative.

No family should experience the pain of a child attempt  to commit suicide and the subsequent results of that action.  The questions remain what can the done via official channels and what can the  community do to help?

“It takes a village to raise a child.”

Lawrence Mbogoni, an African studies professor, wrote: “Proverb or not, ‘It takes a whole village to raise a child’ reflects a social reality some of us who grew up in rural areas of Africa can easily relate to. As a child, my conduct was a concern of everybody, not just my parents, especially if it involved misconduct. Any adult had the right to rebuke and discipline me and would make my mischief known to my parents who in turn would also mete their own ‘punishment.’ The concern of course was the moral well-being of the community.”

AFTER THE FUNERAL

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AFTER THE FUNERAL

We don’t handle death and grieving well in the so-called civilized Western World.   As we age, death and the associated loss becomes part of our lives. We confront it and work around it.  We are busy and important people.  There is no time frame for grieving and the stages of grief that Councillors pull out when confronted with clients who are unable to move through their grief- Bah humbug.

Who thinks up these words and phrases?

How do you interact with parents who have buried a child? A husband who has lost a young wife? A couple who have been together for 50plus years and suddenly two becomes one. What do you say?

And a suicide…oh no, we must not talk about that.

We don’t have an elephant in the room – it is standing there on centre stage, looming large and glaring at us.

Most people send cards, flowers, deliver a meal and dole out tea and sympathy when death knocks on the door of those we know and care for. But what do we do in the months and years after the passing of a loved one?

We avoid mentioning the person’s name, we pretend they didn’t exist because it makes us uncomfortable.  Or as a friend of mine is wont to say an “even worser” situation we tell the grief-stricken person, they will get used to it, they will get over it, and in time it will be alright.

No, it won’t be alright! No, you don’t get over it!  You don’t get used to it!

You don’t forget – you can’t forget – you are frightened –  you are terrified of forgetting the sound of their voice, the touch of their hand, the smile that made your heart jump or their smell.

You cry in private when the loneliness overwhelms you. You suffer mood swings. You over-eat or you starve yourself. Some get depressed and need medical intervention. We do not understand how to deal with grief.

You adapt, you learn to put on a face to the world. A personae that states loudly  “I am coping”, when in reality inside you are dying piece by piece.

All of these things were brought home to me today when an old friend celebrated her birthday. She and her mother were like sisters. Her mum passed away about 6 months ago.

Her birthday reminder popped up on Facebook and invited me to write on her timeline. I hesitated. What would I say?  I knew how much she would be hurting today- so I took a deep breath and sent the following message;

“Have a wonderful day. I know it will be hard today but I know your Mum is always with you.”

I received a lovely response,

“Thank you so much for your thoughts and mentioning my Mum. (As most people sidestep the fact that I lost her and this is my first birthday without her.)  That is honouring her place in my heart so thank you. It means a lot.  A hard day but her memories are close.  Hugs and lots of love dear lady xxxooxx

What we need to do is acknowledge the pain and the hurt.  You are not indulging someone when you allow them to talk about someone who has died.  You are acknowledging their pain and helping them heal.

There, I used the D word. Died. Gone. Passed away. No longer physically here.

Rarely do people die at home anymore. Too many of our loved ones die in sterile, hostile environments, hooked up to machines. We are not encouraged to participate in the process. We then deal with the additional guilt of handing their care to others.

We no longer have a wake. The body is removed with indecent haste. The hospital, hospice, care facility bed is needed for someone else. We no longer sit with our loved one in the time between the death and burial. They are confined to the cold of the mortuary, sometimes for more than a week, while we arrange for the family to attend the service. We have a polite tea party with sandwiches with hard edges, limp lettuce, weak tea and cordial in the Funeral Parlour tea rooms.  For the majority of us we make polite conversation and then go back to our comfortable lives, or do we?

Those who have died are still with us. Every day there are so many reminders. We remember them, the songs and the words they sang and used. The perfumes they liked. The movies they watched and the books they read are constant reminders. A brother or sister may have the same speech habits or mannerisms and  a new bub may look like your dad.

Don’t be frightened to mention the person in conversation, don’t have those awkward pauses. Allow people to share their grief with you instead of locking it away and being overwhelmed.gravestone

If people were given permission to share their memories, perhaps the pain will lessen and the adaption to life without the person who is dead will be easier. Don’t be the friend who is there at the funeral with promises and just drifts away, disappearing. Be there not just immediately after the death but in the weeks, months and perhaps even years that follow.  Some people will find it harder than others.

We need to have the empathy and compassion to support our friends and those we love.  We need to be adult about this and not pretend it never happened.  We need to focus on the good memories and continue to live life as best we can.

Nothing is surer than the fact that you will know that pain one day, and wish that people would not avoid mentioning the one you have lost.

 

I found this an image of an incredible image and had to share the photograph  The sculpture is located in Guildford’s Castle Grounds in a walled garden, near the house that Lewis Carroll used to rent. It was created by sculptor Jeanne Argent.  The sculpture was created when a friend of Jeanne Argent entered a drawing of Alice Through the Looking Glass into a competition the drawing won and  Jeanne made the sculpture in response. The 4ft figure was modeled on the sculptor’s daughter Anne and was installed in 1990.

 

 

ALAN RICKMAN 1946-2016

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ALAN RICKMAN   1946-2016

Greatest English Actor of all time.

No -one deserves this accolade more than this great actor – I have always been a huge fan.galaxy-quest-alan-rickman.jpeg

Alan Rickman brought to the screen and stage a chameleon-like ability to BE the character he was portraying. He played an incredible range of roles from Shakespeare to popular children’s works. From buffoon to a sexual predator, to lover and ignoble prelates. He certainly deserves this accolade. He worked across all media in stage, screen television, radio, talking books.  He was also an exceptionally talented graphic artist
His work encompassed every facet of the industry.snape300

Unlike the “greats”  he had to deal with a multi-faceted media industry. He met the challenge and conquered them all. The richness of his voice and the depth of his talent was staggering. He is a graduate of the Royal College of the Arts (RCA) and later  Royal Academy of  Dramatic Art  (RADA). In his early years, he worked as a dresser for Sir Ralph Richardson and Sir Nigel Hawthorne. He did the hard yards, He was also a Director of  RADA.

One of his most memorable roles is his 1995 movie, “An Awfully Big Adventure ” an adaptation of a Booker prize-winning novel. This Bildungsroman movie, where he plays the lecherous leading man in a repertory company, is seared into my mind. I loathed his character.

Who can forget his role as Severus Snape, a role that introduced him to a younger audience and brought him popular acclaim?  His role as Hans Gruber in Die Hard and the Sherrif of Nottingham isimages an indication of the diversity of his talent.

In “Sweeney Todd” he owned the role of Judge Turpin. Also, a comedic actor his role in Galaxy Quest as  Dr. Lazerus /Alexander Dane  When he passed it was a great loss for the entertainment industry.

Like his co-stars Maggie Smith and Richard Harris, he battled cancer. He was diagnosed in 2015 with Pancreatic Cancer.  JK Rowling trusted him to such a degree that she revealed to him how his character was to develop. He cast a giant shadow on the stage.

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ALAN RICKMAN- ALWAYS

An Arthurian Twist

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An Arthurian Twist

I still love this piece

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From November to December  each year, a competition known as the Gary Grew Award  (University of the Sunshine Coast ) is open for submissions. For Creative Writing Students at the University, this is the Holy Grail. I wrote two pieces this year, both very different. Because I could not make up my mind which one to enter, I tried a popular poll. Then I asked a couple of my peers for their advice.  The jury was out 50/50.  So I resorted to the time honoured tradition of flipping a coin.  “Myrddin Wyylt” lost.  This piece was originally written on a watermarked page.  With drop capitals and different script.  I am unable to reproduce this in the blog.The piece that I have submitted is  called, “A One-Sided Conversation.”  The theme of the competition is  “My life began with the written Word.”.  I will publish the other piece when the competition results…

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Key Tag Alert

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Key Tag Alert

In today’s busy world many family groups live apart because of work or personal commitments. The village style of life has disappeared in modern suburbia and in rural towns.  Friends are virtual, not the next door neighbour. People live longer, alone in their own homes and are more independent.   There are pro’s and cons for every situation, but what about our pets, our fur babies?

We travel in the car to shop, to go to the movies, to attend appointments and to visit friends. The unthinkable occurs, a car accident.  You loved pet is home alone.  You are hospitalised.  What happens to your fur baby?

This bright yellow key tag alerts authorities to your situation, the accompanying information in your wallet has contact details, your address and a person to call if your animals need assistance.  A simple but ingenious idea.

I recently purchased two of these tags.  my partner and I do not know our neighbours. We live in a rural town in a street that has a high occupancy turnover.  If we are in a crisis scenario, it is a comfort to know our animals will not be ignored or forgotten. Peace of mind for under $5.00.    Excellent customer service and a quick turnaround on your order. Contact https://store.fetchy.com.au/

 

In Memorium

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In Memorium

When the winds blew cold

You were there.

When the rains came

You were there.

Now death has come

You are no longer there.

 

I hear your voice

In the whisper of the wind.

I see your smile

In the smidge of a cloud.

I hear your laughter

In the burble of bird song.

 

 

I feel your touch

In the softest breeze.

I sense your presence

In the beauty of the blooms.

Now death has come

You are no longer there.

 

Your corporeal body

Has long since passed.

Crumbled and gone

A life well lived.

Where hides your soul?

Your love ?

Your laughter?

You left me

Standing here.

 

Alone I ponder

On the greatest mysteries.

Of life, of death, of birth

The answers elude me.

I seek the comfort of your arms

Alas they are no more.

For you are gone

Now death has come.

 

Will we meet again?

Will we walk hand in hand?

Will we find peace

In the Elysium fields?

When death has come for me

And I am no more.

 

TURNING POINT

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  NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS – These do nothing for me I always break them. Yesterday heralded the Southern Hemisphere’s  winter solstice.  Time to ring in the changes.

If I were writing an academic piece I would be castigated for using a cliche, however, this is my blog and I am rather fond of cliches if they are apt.

I attended a lecture yesterday and had a “light bulb” moment.  My muse has returned and the blockage cleared.  Thank you, Gary – it was a great lecture. Sometimes you hear things and they don’t really sink in.  The lecture yesterday is one I have heard, perhaps four or five times in differing formats. Every time I hear it I come away with something new. That says more about the skill of the lecturer than my listening skills.

I have been struggling to find the voice of my character in my novel.  There are times when I am spot on and times when I miss the mark completely.diaries

Recently I have discovered I love using epistolary devices – letters, diaries and newspaper clippings and I have come to a considered decision.  Taking a leaf out of my mentor’s work, I am going to become a bower bird and use the technique of bricolage. I will create these items and integrate them, using them as an entre to each chapter. In turn,  these provide background and verisimilitude to the work and helping to ground the voice in the chapter.

What does all of this have to do with resolutions and changing habits? I have arrived at a space where I need a formal structure to get through my day.   A roster has been drawn up and is now in place and it allows for writing, study,  household chores, exercise and other unanticipated events. In a word it is flexible. Written in bold across the top is NO GAMES & LIMIT SOCIAL MEDIA.

It will be interesting to see how I manage. My aim is one day at a time and to see what eventuates.  Buckle up folks it could be a bumpy ride.