Saturday, June 02, 2018


As I have said before, R is an excellent cook and I am not. I can follow a recipe, but I don't have a great cooking instinct.

We have an electric breadmaker which is used perhaps four times a year. It does a good job and I even made jam in it once. We used to buy the bread mix in a packet of four but this time R bought a single packet of a different brand.

I suppose I must have always made the bread as R didn't seem to know much about the machine. I said to him, put the water in first, then the mix and then the yeast on top. Too late, he replied. I've put the mix in the basket already. He then said, "The yeast must be mixed in with the bread mix." "Most unlikely", I said, "It should be in a separate packet". I turned around to see him with his hand in the breadmaker fishing out the sachet of yeast from the mix. I suppose the paper would have broken down and released the yeast. It may have worked, with only little bits of paper to pick out of the baked bread.

Friday, June 01, 2018

Blog emails and some history

Later edit: I believe this person is an employee of Google, which owns Blogger.

Thea - Community Specialist said:

Hi all,

Thanks for stopping by.

We're currently tweaking our emailing system, but we expect it to be working again within the next week. Thank you for your patience - we look forward to getting it out soon!


Here is why I like to receive email comments. I would have only ever seen many of these comments posted long after my original because comments are emailed to me. There are a number of other popular posts of mine that this would apply to. This is the original post, one a few on the same subject. Here are the comments, the last made years after I published the post. One commenter, Mick Pacholli, is somewhat famous. I was referring in the post to a book I had read a few times.

I may be a bit too busy for the next couple of days to write. We shall see.

  1. Excellent to hear the house is still standing :)
    Still trying to track the book down, thought I'd heard something more was found/decided a few years ago but can't find anything online.
    Very curious!
  2. Andrew, that is so amazing isn;t it? I remembered the tale when I read the headline of the post just now. I then went and read the new comment from the old post. Great of them to make an update on it all. And so the tale continues..
  3. My copy is nearly falling apart Jayne. I am very interested in the second book, which I did not know about.

    Is was a very nice comment Cazzie. The memory of it will die out soon though. Every time any bones are found nearby, the topic crops up again.
  4. I have never heard of this mystery.Thanks for posting about it again Andrew.

    The story is real Australian gothic - the elegant house surrounded by swamp. So eerie. Looking at the photo of the developers I would add that I think it is in both their eyes. She looks like the cat who ate the cream.
  5. The man, Stanley, was known to have a violent temper too LiD.
  6. Mick Pacholli11:37 am
    A friend of mine Patricia L'nane Freeman has written a play about the Lady of the Swamp that has had one performance to a sold out and overflowing Lower Tarwin Pub.

    It is a Musical drama, and although I was not present at the pub it apparently went down very well. She is trying to put a production company together now to tour the play.

    I am doing a story on it in the Metro News this month.
  7. Thanks for the info Mick. It is clearly a case that fascinates more than just myself.
  8. Anonymous10:42 pm
    I posted some comments on your blog about a year ago and have some great news! Tullaree is open to the public once only on Sat 2 May between 10am-4pm (fund raiser for a local school). There will be historical displays, music & associated food, suggest all those curious about Lady of the Swamp cancel all other engagements.

    Rob from Walhalla
  9. Thanks Rob. Wish I could go. Maybe there will be an annual opening. I wrote another post today referring back to this one.
  10. Anonymous3:08 pm
    Hey i have just read the 2nd instalment about the investigation into the "mystery". It also re-hashed alot of the old book which was good as i read that along time ago. FYI- I grew up down that way and my fatehr and grandparents farm was not far from Tullaree so they often saw Margaret walking into town. We grew up listening to this story. Tullaree is still in it's glorious state since Livingstones did it up.
    Great blog.
  11. Thanks FE. Great to have some local colour.
  12. Anonymous8:26 pm
    Hi Andrew,
    We went to the open day at Tullaree 2/5/09 - It was a once only open day to raise money for the local Christian Day, boy what a day was run so smoothly, 2 very long lines of around 2hour wait to go through the house, whick was out of the world, having read the book you could just see Margaret and Jeanie (room where she dies etc) I felt I had been there before, a friends Mother used to visit Margaret twice weekly for afternoon tea with her.
    The Auther Richard Shears was there signing books, which I have both and photo with him.
    Any one who didnt go missed a great day of History.Everyone was so patient and all talking about their thoughts and a good day had by all.
    _ Diane Roberts
  13. Wow, thanks Diane. I will update the many who are interested with a brief new post. Was photography allowed? Any snaps? There was like a shield above the front entrance with Tullaree on it. Is that still there? I would guess the house is quite grand inside.
  14. Anonymous11:42 pm
    Some other bits and pieces from searching google for those interested in the forthcoming "lady of the swamp" play at Darnum and other info:
    Darnum Musical Village - The Lady of the Swamp Mystery. Sunday, 26 July 2009 2:00 PM, Musical presentation and afternoon tea. $25 per person. ...

    Also a fabulous picture of the Homestead "Tullaree":

    This image was taken at the famous South Gippsland homestead of Tullaree.
    The house was owned by the Clement sisters, whose father made his fortune as an investor in the Walhalla mines.
    They lived an ostentatious Edwardian lifestyle until a combination of factors saw them lose all their wealth. The home and property deteriorated over the years and become surrounded by swamp waters, and was only reachable by wading through the water. In 1950, Jeannie Clements died and her sister Margaret lived there alone until she vanished without trace in 1952, suspected murdered. The story has been titled 'Lady of the Swamp' and was the subject of a recent book.
    The property has now been beautifully restored by the McRae family, who kindly allowed their home to be opened as a fundraiser for the Leongatha Christian College on 2 May 2009.
  15. Andrew, I have finally found a copy of Lady of the Swamp, and I read it in one sitting. You weren't kidding - what a riveting book! For a little paperback it is packed with information.

    I wonder if the letter from Mrs Livingstone will ever surface? Unlikely I suppose, but Australia check through all your old books. You never know.

    What a twist of fate that their brother returned shell shocked from WW1. It could have all worked out quite differently.

    I was struck by the Yea connection - the Livingstones going on to buy Murrindindi Station with their profit from Tullaree. I have been fascinated by Murrindindi Station for some time - buildings date from 1840s onwards / the property came up again for sale a few years ago. I had no idea of its connection to this mystery.

    Anyway, it is one intriguing story, Andrew. Very sad too. A shame justice wasn't served.
  16. Anonymous11:10 pm
    Hi Andrew.
    I have been following this story since the early eighties since I came across the story in a newspaper and found a couple of copy's of Richard shears first book and have read it that many times it is starting to fall apart but I have one copy still in mint condition .I have collected all the newspaper cuttings on the story each time something new surfaces.I always find it frustrating that bits of information

Thursday, May 31, 2018

Oakleigh Lunch

After visiting the very thriving Mother in hospital last Sunday, we were hungry for some lunch. Oakleigh was where I partly grew up, more specifically South Oakleigh. Oakleigh shopping centre was visited often, for weekly food shopping, a gossip on the street, for clothes shopping and for cakes and pastries when time was short for my grandmother to bake some. In fact for just about everything.
Chadstone Shopping Centre was on a small scale when it opened and was occasionally visited, as was the city by train. Chadstone is now the largest  shopping centre (mall) in the Southern Hemisphere and the most profitable of its kind in the world. Yet, we find it a horrible place to visit and will no longer do so.

So that is a bit of my background and while there are things I forget, most of Oakleigh is kind of familiar to me. It is still strongly under Greek influence, even though the Greek immigrants would have mostly arrived in the 1960s.

As we drove along Atkinson Street, we noticed a busy Sunday Market. Alas it was soon to close, so we will save that for another day. Oakleigh has its own small shopping mall, and associated car parking underneath. A pay system was about to be introduced, I think because the parking time limit is ignored and commuters park there all day and catch a train to the city from the adjacent station.

We were surprised when we stepped out of the shopping centre mall into the Eaton Street Mall. There were so many people and a wonderful atmosphere. About a quarter of the tables and seating were given over to people just having coffee, wine and smoking and the rest was for dining. R and I shared a large Greek platter and had excellent coffee. We were most impressed.

As you can see by the signage, there is still a very Greek flavour to the area. Oddly there was a place called Prahran Travel, a travel agency and just as odd, Prahran Seafoods. No where near Prahran, but there you go. The fish shop was where every Friday my grandmother would buy fish to cook for dinner. The shop used to have rivers of water running down its front window.

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

No comment emails

Along with my lost post last week, which I put down to European Union notice, which is probably not true, last Friday, the next morning, there were no comments on my posts. Nobody was loving me at all, not one. Even the evil spammer Jorbeth was absent. Well, that was as far as I knew.

Comments were still being made, but I was not receiving emails that a comment had been made. I know well enough that something like this is nothing I have done and just wait for it to be corrected, nevertheless, I did check my blog settings and all appeared to be well.

As an aside from the problem, today I discovered why I don't receive emails when River or Grace comment. It is because they use Yahoo email addresses. Apparently Blogger hates Yahoo email and does allow it into its system. There are one or two other people who comment on my blog and I don't receive emails when they do so. It is only really a problem when a regular reader gets behind reading my blog and comments on a post perhaps two or three days old. I may miss it then.

Ok, back to the point, no emails when someone comments. Many in a forum do think it is related to the European Union Notice. While this below does not fix the problem, it is a work around for you if you are having the same problem. Here was a helpful response I received from Darnell Knauss on the forum.

I'm not sure if this will be permanent or temporary, but a reader to my blog discovered the change in the comment box itself that "fixes" this problem. Immediately after you publish your post, leave YOURSELF a comment. You will see the sign in options have changed and there is now a box to check that allows delivery of comments to our email boxes! Just check the box, publish your comment and all comments to your blog post after that will come to your inbox as before. It's infuriating that Blogger didn't tell us this, but there you go!

Tuesday, May 29, 2018

Amazing Eire

Ireland, a place I imagine as being a bit like England, only more cramped. No, I haven't crossed the Irish Sea by ferry, although we did see one such ferry at Fleetwood on the English west coast once when we took a break at Fleetwood on our round tram trip from Blackpool. R has made the trip, in the seventies, and kissed the Blarney Stone. He subsequently got really lucky and met me in 1979. Please don't ask his opinion on that.

A miserable, wet, cramped, strongly  religious Catholic country with repressive social orders, have always been my thoughts. What was the point of getting rid of English government to turn into such a repressive country. Having said that, I like the Irish in Australia, the backpackers who serve me my coffee and brunch in cafes. I like their accents and I like how friendly they are.

But what on earth has happened in Ireland in recent years?

A tourism boom for a start.

But the country held a referendum for whether gay marriage should occur. It was a resounding yes vote. While other countries had already legalised gay marriage, this was the first time it was put to a referendum of the people and it won. Subsequently legislation went before the Dail and was passed.

This is amazing, for a country that only legalised divorce in 1995.

Then, while not directly elected by the people, Ireland chose a gay man of Indian heritage to lead the country as Prime Minister, one Leo Varadkar. While there is Macron in France..........oh, no, I am wrong there, he is married, so Varadkar must be the only male Prime Minister/President in the world who is openly gay. (I thought I better check this and Belgium was the first, no longer serving, followed by Luxemburg, serving, and then Ireland. Of course the has been one lesbian, Iceland and she is out of office now, and the present leader of Serbia is a lesbian, and of course the leader of, another mistake by me. She is married)

Argue with me or point out that I am so wrong. However, I feel a bit uncomfortable about abortions in the third trimester, well the last two months at least, but I reckon before that, it is not the business of society to interfere with women who are pregnant and don't want to be. It is women's business and males should make not make laws for and about women without female approval, and that has pretty well what has happened for centuries. Ireland has overwhelmingly voted to allow abortions and according to Irish Times exit polls, young people voted at about 90% to do so.

Good on ya Irish. I think after this culmination, you have found a four leaf clover for the whole country.

Monday, May 28, 2018


test post

Monday Mural

I've shown you this mural before but it was a long time ago, with a lesser camera. However I did stitch the last one together to make it one panel. This time it is just in sections. Left to right, the first two are on one side of an alley and the the last three panels are on the other side. The second mural is much larger. Because it is a narrow walking alley, it is rather hard to photograph. Rather nice, aren't they, with good detail. Click the photos to make them larger.



Sunday, May 27, 2018

Work mate banter #1

Yes, there will be a #2.

I was amused by some foreign born workmates' conversation, which I had little to contribute to as I don't think I've ever watched The Voice, a tv singing competition. They all said their children make them watch it but also conceded it was a good way to destress after work. They all seemed terribly knowledgeable. Was that the show where a female won against Anthony Callea and the winner's name put into Google took everyone to a gay pornstar's website? I've remembered her name now. Casey Donovan. She is a rather good singer.

One bloke said he commented negatively on an over the top flamboyant reaction by one contestant. Dad, don't be so anti gay. He held up his hands in horror and perplexment to his daughter. How is that anti gay? It is nothing to do with him being gay.

Another said, I love the Scottish bloke. He confesses to mad sex, taking drugs, drinking and smoking excessively and yet he sings really just over the top well. He should have won.

Another commented on Boy George. I am not sure if BG is mentor or a judge, or both. This bloke said he just loves his bitchy humour. About a woman in a similar role, maybe her name was Kelly, he said to her, travel around the world and say the name Kelly, and people will say Kelly who? Travel around the world and say Boy, and people will say Boy George. The workmate went on to praise the wonderful outfits and hats Boy George wears, suggesting he had his own personal tailor.

There was much jocularity and them probably knowing there was a gay in their midst, nothing nasty. Now't as queer as straight guys.