Working for nearly 20 years to help keep GV Swap Meet moving

Kris Healey - she has been
 working behind the scenes for
 nearly 20 years to help
organize Shepparton's
anuall GV Swap meet.

Kris Healey has been working behind the scenes on the annual GV Swap Meet for nearly 20 years.

Kris and her husband Lloyd has been members of the Goulburn Valley Motor Vehicles Driver’s Club (GVMVDC) for about 27 years and naturally moved into having key roles in the event’s organization.

The meet began in Numurkah in 1971 and has been to Congupna, Shepparton’s DECA and the trotting track on Melbourne Rd before settling at its present home at the Shepparton Show Grounds.

It is, however, not a complete stranger to the showgrounds as it had first been there, but relocated while the whole facility was restructured, reshaped and, finally reopened as fresh public facility ideal for such events as the annual swap meet.

The swap meet is the major public event held each year by the club.

Saturday before the Sunday swap meet and the showgrounds are alive with people busily preparing for the rush to come later in the day when the sites are opened to those planning to show their wares.

Kris said the sites, of which there are more than 600 for exhibitors with an amazing array of goods for sale and swap, sell for just $20, which includes to passes at $5 each.

Kris had seen the meet go from an intense day out for the blokes with its seemingly endless collection car and motorcycle bits and pieces, to an event with an increasing emphasis on goods that interest women and children.

 

Our understanding of phases and words frustrates the pedestrianization of our towns and cities

An entrenched way of living and our understanding of phases and words are just two things that stand in the way of making our towns and cities pedestrian friendly.

The freeways of the world have no
 consideration for the pedestrian.

Progressive thinkers sense that our way of life is herding us into a cul-de-sac and the way in which we think about and understand any possible solutions is only worsening the over-crowding.

A revolution that started in the late 19^th century with the arrival of the first motor car has since enveloped the world – the coup that has reduced humankind to passengers (literally) is complete.

Our towns and cities have been taken over by motor vehicles and despite adventurous ideas and enthusiastic attempts at securing our liberation we continue to huddle in the shadows while we afford absolute freedom and the joy of life in the sun to the motor car.

We conceived of the car as a tool to make our lives easier and more comfortable – it was, at first, our servant and now roles are reversed with us living in a way that ensures the motor car has the run of the world.

We built the car, a mindless mechanical thing, with the thought that it would free us, but something quiet to the contrary has happened. We have given the car freedoms and rights we afford to almost nothing else and as it rampages around the world, we stare out from the gloom almost like refugees on our own planet.

Roads of tar and cement spill around the world looking like a tangled and heartless mess and what were once beautiful spaces are turned into soulless parking areas for these modern day monsters.

The car has the world in a sleeper hold and we can’t even talk our way out of its embrace for we can no longer understand the language. Everything we do, every decision we make is tinted by this strange dilemma – the car tightens its grip and we begin to lose ours.

Mention pedestrian friendly to a community and immediately most see the job as done – that is that the community is already pedestrian friendly – it has a few walking paths, a couple of pedestrian crossings and a few pedestrian refuges that allow a few moments relief as the behemoths of the road surge by.

There is a distinct difference between walking for relaxation or exercise to walking as a part of daily life – walking to work, walking to shop, walking to school, walking to see a friend or walking to and from social events.

It is this difference, along with our failure to understand how we need to look at our towns and cities again with the need to reconsider our designs relegating the car to its rightful position of servant and the pedestrian becomes elevated, honoured and respected, making it easy and desirable.

Australian towns and cities are suffering from a similar difficulty as many in the population – obesity. We are becoming grossly overweight, spreading as we shouldn’t, while we should be trimming up, ensuring our towns and cities are taught and trim like a fit athlete.

Rather than sprawl we should be designing for compact communities that not only encourage walking, but make it possible, rewarding and so enhance our wellbeing as we walk our way to healthier and safer towns and cities.    

Defining, understanding and identifying courage eludes most

Courage is as difficult to define as beauty.

It is something that has been on the minds of many following the tragic deaths recently of five Australian soldiers in Afghanistan.

Courage - as difficult to define as beauty.

Notwithstanding this, danger awaits anyone who questions the popular idea of courage and dare suggest they were not courageous rather, just doing their job, a job they the knowingly and willingly signed up for.

What is courage? Where and why does it emerge? Why is a soldier, whose prime task, when all the finery is stripped away is about killing other people, more courageous than the soul down the street who wrestles with life’s daily dilemmas?

The institution that is our armed forces removes many of life’s risks and so in essence the only thing a soldier is gambling with is his or her life.

Our symbolic soul “down the street” gambles not only with their life, but also, particularly if they question the status quo, their broader wellbeing, and that of their family, without having the vast and resourceful infrastructure of our armed forces to support them.

Enlistment is a clear indication of person’s values and beliefs and as they equate with most in the country, rarely, if ever do they have to put their head above the parapet to contest popular opinion.

In fact, as demonstrated repeatedly those most at risk in our society, certainly psychologically and if at times not physically, question the status quo and wonder publically if life would not be better if we were more conciliatory rather than militant.

Life’s truly courageous souls are those who ask the questions most would prefer to avoid and have us listen to answers we would rather not hear.

Socrates, an habitual questioner, had a passion to “know” and because of that interrogation was considered socially disruptive and so put to death.

Socrates had the opportunity to escape his persecutors, but being a believer in the rule of law, stayed, drank the hemlock and died. That was courage remote from the battlefield.

Soldiers fight for the values of the society to which they belong and that act demands a certain type of courage, but our true unsung heroes demonstrate an unrecognised courage using little more than words, and art in all its forms, to protect human rights, be it at the primary school through to those who seek asylum in Australia.

Humanity’s golden years appear to the crumbling as a burgeoning population strains earth’s resources and with our market driven economy in disarray, a few courageous souls talk of alternatives, risking reputation as they confront entrenched ideologies; ideologies that have brought the good life, but which are now unravelling.

It takes courage to discuss new ideas, it take even more courage to adopt them.

Bank's result should be applauded, but questioned, seriously

Australia’s Commonwealth Bank should be applauded for its reported profit of $7.1 billion.

The Commonwealth Bank
 as it was in 1912.

The bank has fulfilled its “reason” beautifully and because of that epitomises the essence of the capitalistic customs in which civilization is enmeshed.

The bank is performing and behaving exactly in accordance with those behaviours; yardsticks set by the community, both here and overseas.

Considerations of the past year of operations by Australia’s biggest bank are neither right nor wrong, but find their place in either camp when subjected to personal ideologies.

The Commonwealth Bank Act in 1911 resulted in the founding of the bank in 1912, empowered then to conduct both savings and general banking business.

Today, the bank has grown to a business with more than 800 000 shareholders and 52 000 workers in the Commonwealth Bank Group.

The Commonwealth Banks Restructuring Act of 1990 converted the Commonwealth Bank from a statutory authority to a public company with conventional share capital and part-Government ownership.

On 17 April 1991, the organisation became a public company with a share capital governed by the Corporations Law and then was fully privatised in three stages from 1991 until July 1996.

So, as a private company the bank has adhered to the philosophies and ideals on which it is built in that it has enriched stakeholders, been a good corporate citizen and portrayed itself as a beacon of decency in the financial dynamic.

Detached from the intricacies of the financial world and remote from its demands and urgencies, criticism can easily and quickly percolate to the surface, particularly, if one is immune to the fascinations of finance.

Stripped of all its finery and various ornaments the world of money has supressed the beautiful intricacies and wonder of being human and is little more than sophisticated gambling in which the main players rarely lose.

The finance industry is the engine of “business as usual” and buttressed by distorted constructions of what is best for man, a few grow fabulously rich and many equally poor, as we roar, with our eyes shut, our breath held and our good sense stilled, toward the abyss.

Shrill and comforting adages leap from the lips of the business as usual boosters, but they take no account of mounting environmental costs; debts that are beyond payment by the world’s existing financial infrastructure.

The way ahead is about restructuring and retrofitting our financial system, saying “good-bye” to existing, but costly social, resource and environmental good times and putting out the welcome mat to an austerity that will bring with it an enriched way of living we don’t yet understand.

Profits of $7 billion; more for many corporations are something our earth can no longer afford; we should demand that people have priority over profit.

Statistically about average; factually, distressing

An uncle died on Saturday. He was 85.



My uncle Roy breathing
life into his bagpipes.

Considered dispassionately and looked at in a purely analytic way that was about right, rather a little above the average for Australian men.

Irony however abounds, for that same day I had received an update about a family reunion of which my uncle would have had a pivotal role for, until his death, was one of four siblings from the family of seven still alive.

As a young boy all my uncles seemed invincible; big, strong and resourceful men and my aunties, women equally strong, resourceful and wonderfully tactful and tenacious.

Time erodes all qualities making even the perfect dysfunctional and a death such as that on Saturday triggers thoughts of personal mortality.

Like all people, uncles fill the whole spectrum of passions, behaviours and personalities from less than pleasant to excellent and conscious of how many glorify the dead and although eager to avoid that, “excellent” clearly dominates my thinking.

My uncle was at times a serious man, although not someone I had ever seen angry or negative, I am sure he had been both, but he loved to laugh and did so with enthusiasm.

He appeared at first glance a contradictory fellow living and working as a farmer with an attachment to many of the earthy fundamentals of life and yet enjoying the subtleties of music delighting and entertaining many with his saxophone or stirring the blood as he stood in his kilt breathing life into his bagpipes.

A sheep dog at work.

Beyond that he inherently grasped of the mysteries of how a dog can be encouraged to yard sheep and subsequently trained many champions.

Although not implicated intimately in my life, he was, in a distracted sense, something of a mentor as I almost unknowingly warmed to his diverse passions and interests and upon reflection he was an inconspicuous inspiration.

Obviously he was not unlike his father who, among other things was a sleeper cutter and who played, beautifully, the violin. I can still remember that as an amazed young boy I watched and listened as my grandfather, “Pa”, put down his violin, took up a handsaw and produced music.

Born on the doorstep of the Great Depression, my uncle lived through some obviously challenging times, World War Two being an example, but looked at from earth’s present state – diminishing irreplaceable resources and a worsening environment – he and others of that generation enjoyed something of a “purple patch” for humanity as it was rich in both promise and opportunity.

My uncle realised much of that promise and opportunity, but within that was both decent and honest.

He was as beautiful man and among other things led me to barrack for the Western Bulldogs.

Exponential population growth is exhausting earth's resources

Humans have historically exhausted what existed and then moved on.

Our world is full and it is
 time we started listening
to those with ideas
about slowing exponential
 population growth.

The earliest small groups of humans, or tribes, settled briefly and when the immediate environment was no longer viable or provided the live-giving resources they needed, the group simply moved on.

Space was never a problem and the richness of the planet continued just over the horizon and so it was simply a matter of shifting your belongings, as few as they were, and re-establishing life in the “foyer of a new supermarket”.

The idea that we could always move to a new place has become entrenched in our psyche and humans have always looked longingly to the horizon convinced the solution to their difficulties were “just out of sight”.

That assumption has been evident throughout our history right from when the first “thinking man” emigrated from Africa to the dream of many that we could colonize other planets.

When our numbers were few and we had room to spare, the dynamic of staying for a season or two and then moving-on made complete sense.

When we arrived an area was rich with life and by the time we left it was pretty well exhausted, but as human demands were relatively small and, importantly, infrequent, nature had a largely uninterrupted chance to repair the damage.

The idea that our planet was voluminous and forever giving has become entrenched in human thinking, leaving many of us with the “throw-away” mentality.

Mostly humans everywhere have always exploited what existed, customarily to civilization’s detriment, and then moved on.

Most civilisations, history illustrates, survive for about 1000 years, except for those that were founded upon a rich stream of nature that saw the essence of life refurbished annually or more frequently.

Nature has put out the “No vacancy” sign ending our free-wheeling approach.

We don’t, however, appear to be paying much attention to the fact that the world is full as we continue to live as resources upon which modern life depend are endless – they are not and if don’t think the world is full, ask yourself why the only survivable space for many families in India, for example, is literally on a rubbish tip.

What do we do?

We need to support those with ideas to slow the exponential growth of human numbers, for if we don’t do it voluntarily, a pandemic will insist, killing billions, and we need to embrace and apply the grossly misunderstood idea of equity.

How do we do that? First, accept and understand the damaging reality of exponential growth; second, abandon narcissistic individuality, live altruistically; and, third, embrace equity, fairness and justice.

Australia’s asylum-seeker dilemma is simply about people moving to escape political crossfire and resource depletion – they are simply exercising humanity’s historic exit option.

An ABI makes platitudes, adages and intentions impotent

Platitudes about how you should live your life abound, but fate will inevitably intrude to make many of those adages irrelevant and the best of intentions equally impotent.

Fate or the randomness of life can disarm any or all of those adages and so change, without notice, the essence and intent of your life.

Preparation and planning amount to nought when fate arrives to dispense an irrevocably life-changing moment - moments that can actually be that or a “moment” that is the product of a life of years lived in confrontation with a dilemma that was eroding an individual’s being.

Interestingly, today is the beginning of a week originated to focus community attention on the outcome of those “moments” - an acquired brain injury.

This is “Acquired Brain Injury Awareness Week” when people are being encouraged to “Bang-on a Beanie” and “give a damn” about those who, for whatever reason, are wrestling with the implications and complications of an acquired brain injury (ABI).
To some the dilemma is known as a traumatic brain injury (TBI), that is an injury caused by an external force to the brain such as a motor vehicle accident, sporting accident, and falls or a blow to the head.

One in 12 Australians, that is 1.6 million, or a billion people worldwide, live with an ABI. That, however, is a conservative estimate as many people with an ABI are either misdiagnosed or go through life undiagnosed.

Sadly it is often the most vulnerable people in our communities who are affected by ABI but never diagnosed, including: indigenous Australians; homeless people; survivors of domestic violence; soldiers who return from war; and people in the criminal justice system.

Those who live with an ABI do so: because the "one punch didn't kill"; have had falls, a motor vehicle accident, or had some other trauma such as concussion or repeated knocks to the head from sport; or suffer a degenerative disease, a brain tumour, Dementia, Parkinson's, Huntington's, Multiple Sclerosis, Cerebral Palsy and other brain illnesses; or suffered a stroke or hypoxia (lack of oxygen); or their “moment” has arrived because of alcohol or drug abuse.

More than 11 000 women are diagnosed in Australia each year with breast cancer, but about twice as many people are diagnosed each year with ABI.

A brain injury, except in extreme cases, can pass unnoticed in the cacophony of life as the difficulty can manifest in ways not as apparent as a limp, but can be as disabling and personally shattering as an earthquake, but to observers be little more than a ripple-free pond.

Brain injuries can be, and are, lonely and alienating so as with any other human relationship all ABI suffers seek is understanding, friendship and warmth.