Friday 31 October 2014

The Door Rattle

The sun had long ago cast it final shadow.  The night had no moon to show the way.  I had given up on anyone at my door.  I was comfortable in my recliner lounge chair when abruptly the security door began to rattle and voices boomed out.
   I knew what to expect but I had hoped it would not be so late.  With confidence I opened my front door expecting older children, even teenagers.  There stood before me were two little mites shouting out, 'Trick or Treat.'  They didn't appear to be any older than three or four.  I turned on the porch light and noted their Dad standing a few feet away.  Usually I just give away the lolly pops which I have ready at the door before wishing them well and closing the door.  Tonight I directed a question at the adult standing in the darkness.  I mentioned they were so young to be out so late at night. I suggested a torch. I noted they made a lot of noise and could scare the elderly ladies living alone further down the road.
   I could hear their Mum further away thanking me for the lollies.  I did not reply.  In previous years the little mites will come knocking on the door hours before darkness with their parents standing on the road to ensure they are safe.  Some parents come to the door.  I am happy to pop lollies in their bags and smile nicely at them.
   My kids were too big by the time Halloween became fashionable in Australia.  I never had to worry about Halloween outfits, lolly bags and door knocking.  I like to think we wouldn't have participated, but I am not entirely sure.  Australia appears to have embraced the Halloween celebrations.  Older Australians find it questionable and often scary.  Even Merv was subjected to Halloween celebrations at the HD club on Wednesday.  The staff dressed in scary outfits, complete with make-up.  He came home with a plastic spider on a cotton wool web on his shoulder.  He was not impressed and the spider went in the bin.
    I continued to think about the little kids rattling on my door.  What if a total stranger invited them into their house, no matter how innocent it maybe?  How would the parents hiding behind the hedge or standing in the road react?  Would the children be marched back home with an ongoing fear of what had started out as an innocent outing?

    Memories of my Brownie Days (Girls Guides) brought back the dangers of door knocking.  It was called 'Bob-a-Job,' 10cents (a shilling in those days) for each job which helped the home owner. Innocently I was knocking on doors in my local area.  Selling my services as a; car washer, sweeper, dishwasher or whatever the home owner had in mind.  This was the years long before selling Girl Guide cookies became popular. I was fortunate I was given jobs suitable to my small size and strength.  My only bad experience was being bitten by a dog keeping guard at his front door.  There was no one home at the time.  I was always proud when we handed in our little envelopes stuffed with shillings at our weekly meetings. 
    No longer can we safely subject our children to this style of fundraising.  It has long ago been replaced with selling confectionery, raffle tickets and sporting events.  I am happy to donate
    There is ongoing discussion on how today’s children are wrapped in cotton wool and not allowed to go out and explore their world.  I know when my children were primary school age I always had to know where they were.  It was a long time before mobile phones.  I did allow them to walk to their friend’s house but never in the dark.  Today many children are driven everywhere or a parent or older sibling will walk with them. 
    How far is too far? We are often confused.  We want our children to grow up to be independent and able to think for themselves. Unfortunately we hear continuously on the news about predators enticing children and teenagers into their cars, parks or homes.  There is no easy answer.

 

Friday 3 October 2014

Never Get Lost


I laughed, had this man forgotten about social media?  His throwback question was not so relevant for today’s world.
Sean asked; 'What if we were marooned here with a broken boat with only each other and little else?  The last apple and cinnamon muffin had been consumed by hungry tourists. Lunch seemed a long way off but we thought about his not so relevant question.
I shouted out; "I had Optus coverage a few minutes ago, I would just ring emergency services!"  The man behind me confirmed my outburst, stating he had received all of his messages before morning tea.  Sean rolled his eyes and soldiered on with his question time.
"What way would you walk out of here?" he persisted after a few more leading questions.  Answers came from all directions and it was agreed we would head west towards Augusta the nearest town where rescuers would be found.

My fear of being lost stems from a school excursion in my early primary school years.  We had gone to the beach for a school excursion and somehow I had wandered from the group and found myself alone. I began to cry and two old ladies (everyone is old when you are young) pointed out my school group heading for the bus. I scampered up the beach as fast as I could go and was at the end of the line before I was even missed.  I had visions of living on the beach for years to come with no one to help me.  It is a story never shared until this day. The deep dark secret of inattentive childhood!

Needless to say getting lost anywhere, anytime is my number 1 'no, no!'

People who suggest it being a possibility soon lose their favour with me.  My new, 'Map My Walk,' app gives me much mis-guided confidence. It works by GPS and gives me a little map of where I have already walked.  My Google Maps app shows me where I'm going and even how long it will take me to arrive!  Miss Google Maps has a sadistic habit of taking me half way around the country to reach my destination, adding hours upon my otherwise short journey. I gather she does this in revenge. I am sure her job is on the line and she no longer cares.

Back to Sean on his sinking boat. No one else has mentioned the life- saving benefits of a EPIRB; compulsory equipment on boats.  They have successfully guided emergency services to many a boat in distress.   Sean rolls his eyes again.

Next time I book a cruise I will ask about their safety equipment and make sure my mobile has coverage.
Getting lost and the ramifications will never be an option for me!
on the sandbank with the ocean in front of us
The ocean to the left and the boat is on the sandbank of the Donnelly River mid-picture

Inside the Donnelly River Cruise Boat