On our 5 day excursion to Tasmania, Angie and I hiked ranges, scoured towns for history and pies, drank at established vineyards, and talked to locals. Our first place to stop was always the information center. We chatted to guides and history buffs, learning interesting local and colourful features of the area. WE met up with an Anglican priest in Swansea for instance who gave us detailed stories on the selling of church land if it has a cemetery attached to it. Apparently in Australia there is a time limit on grave sites. After 50 years it is considered to be used up and so the plot can be reused. So much for the Grateful Dead! No one really digs up the sites but still the law is on the books.
In Ross, a delightful historical town rather like Williamsburg but less developed, we decided we had to check out the Ross Female Factory. Honest to Creator that is what it was called! It was a convict camp for women who had committed such crimes as theft, talking crudely, or in the case of Mary Ann Elliott, who was arrested 21 times for various and sundry felonies, taking indecent liberties with other female prisoners. In Campbell Town, there are plagues along the sidewalk with the names of criminals and what misdemeanours they were charged with. I checked but there were no reprobates listed with the surname, Madill. Rather disappointing to not have at least one Tasmanian devil in the family tree.
Before I left the USA I was given a present of some sandalwood essential oil with a note describing its inherent healing traits. One of its many health benefits is its, often though not highly acknowledged, use as an aphrodisiac. I have been careful to wear it well and have been well pleased with the results. So far I have been blessed with 3 propositions. One was in Ross where I was posing for a photo around a lamp post. As I posed for my photo op, some local bloke yells out to Angie: “Hey I know her. She’s on that Telly show, The Bold and the Beautiful!” My girlfriend yells out, “Yup that’s the one. So watch out. You do not want to mess with her.” After a brief exchange I decided that perhaps I should use my sandalwood more circumspectly. So of course I was wearing it to the IGA that pm. A total stranger came up and as they say here in Australia, ‘chatted me up.’ The sign that read, “Pick me I’m single” on the banana aisle and the sandalwood appear to be a perfect combination for attracting attention. Feeling somewhat now on a lucky streak I proceeded to the car and headed to the mountains to hike the Freycinet Wineglass Outlook trail. Sometimes synchronicity is just too hard to miss. As I turned on the radio so we could listen into the Australian version of NPR, the radio dial read : ‘Dear Future Husband’. You cannot make this stuff up but in case this is too unbelievable I have attached a photograph! I think my best catch of the day was however, the wooden statue outside the bakery. I guess one is never too old to flirt and frolic!
When I travel I make it a policy to always remember my girl guide pledge," be prepared." In light of the fact that I was travelling in the autumn to Australia I packed up my hair piece for any inclement weather I might be forced to endure. In the midst of our Tasmanian trip I needed this apparel as it began to rain at 5 AM one Wednesday. I only made one mistake with this accoutrement! I left it in the bathroom overnight and scared the hell out of my travel partner. She thought it was road kill!
I am reminded of one of the funniest stories about hair pieces that I personally am aware of. It was New Year's Eve in the late 60's and my parents were out partying with their friends. They had a table assigned to them at the back of the party room. In the middle of an evening of frolicking, several members of the party wandered out to the hallway including my mother. My father who had remained behind soon decided to join his mates. He stood up and backed against the wall to squeeze past the couple sitting at the next table. It was tight manoeuvring but my father managed to get out to the hallway. Suddenly everyone was laughing hysterically. My father unawares of being the object of this laughter eventually looked down.
So bearing this story in mind I decided to wear my hair piece securely on my head Wednesday evening when we dined at the local pub. I pinned it in place by a hair pin. I ventured into that evening without fear of someone hooking up with my hairpiece instead of me!
In Ross, a delightful historical town rather like Williamsburg but less developed, we decided we had to check out the Ross Female Factory. Honest to Creator that is what it was called! It was a convict camp for women who had committed such crimes as theft, talking crudely, or in the case of Mary Ann Elliott, who was arrested 21 times for various and sundry felonies, taking indecent liberties with other female prisoners. In Campbell Town, there are plagues along the sidewalk with the names of criminals and what misdemeanours they were charged with. I checked but there were no reprobates listed with the surname, Madill. Rather disappointing to not have at least one Tasmanian devil in the family tree.
Before I left the USA I was given a present of some sandalwood essential oil with a note describing its inherent healing traits. One of its many health benefits is its, often though not highly acknowledged, use as an aphrodisiac. I have been careful to wear it well and have been well pleased with the results. So far I have been blessed with 3 propositions. One was in Ross where I was posing for a photo around a lamp post. As I posed for my photo op, some local bloke yells out to Angie: “Hey I know her. She’s on that Telly show, The Bold and the Beautiful!” My girlfriend yells out, “Yup that’s the one. So watch out. You do not want to mess with her.” After a brief exchange I decided that perhaps I should use my sandalwood more circumspectly. So of course I was wearing it to the IGA that pm. A total stranger came up and as they say here in Australia, ‘chatted me up.’ The sign that read, “Pick me I’m single” on the banana aisle and the sandalwood appear to be a perfect combination for attracting attention. Feeling somewhat now on a lucky streak I proceeded to the car and headed to the mountains to hike the Freycinet Wineglass Outlook trail. Sometimes synchronicity is just too hard to miss. As I turned on the radio so we could listen into the Australian version of NPR, the radio dial read : ‘Dear Future Husband’. You cannot make this stuff up but in case this is too unbelievable I have attached a photograph! I think my best catch of the day was however, the wooden statue outside the bakery. I guess one is never too old to flirt and frolic!
When I travel I make it a policy to always remember my girl guide pledge," be prepared." In light of the fact that I was travelling in the autumn to Australia I packed up my hair piece for any inclement weather I might be forced to endure. In the midst of our Tasmanian trip I needed this apparel as it began to rain at 5 AM one Wednesday. I only made one mistake with this accoutrement! I left it in the bathroom overnight and scared the hell out of my travel partner. She thought it was road kill!
I am reminded of one of the funniest stories about hair pieces that I personally am aware of. It was New Year's Eve in the late 60's and my parents were out partying with their friends. They had a table assigned to them at the back of the party room. In the middle of an evening of frolicking, several members of the party wandered out to the hallway including my mother. My father who had remained behind soon decided to join his mates. He stood up and backed against the wall to squeeze past the couple sitting at the next table. It was tight manoeuvring but my father managed to get out to the hallway. Suddenly everyone was laughing hysterically. My father unawares of being the object of this laughter eventually looked down.
So bearing this story in mind I decided to wear my hair piece securely on my head Wednesday evening when we dined at the local pub. I pinned it in place by a hair pin. I ventured into that evening without fear of someone hooking up with my hairpiece instead of me!
