BOGGO Road Gaol

A fellow PhD student Belinda is doing her dissertation on prison graffiti. A week tomorrow she is giving a tour at the BOGGO Road Gaol in Brisbane and invited Jim, Mom and I for a trial run. I always leave prison (with or without inmates) with a lot of conflicting emotions. There are certain individuals that are not safe to life in society however when I see prisons such as this…and we have plenty like them is the US as well…it makes my stomach turn. I can’t believe this has been or ever will be the answer.

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Bottom tier of three

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Jim taking note of the heavy bolt used to lock each cell.

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Our “tour guide” Belinda

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With no running water in their cells inmates used buckets for the latrine. This is the area where the buckets were cleaned each day under the watchful eye of the guard in the shack. Most commonly it was the job of the prison pariahs…the sex offenders.

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The showers were against the far wall.

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Toilets out in the yard.

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Latrine buckets

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Belinda, Mom and I following our tour.

History of BOGGO Road Gaol

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The guard walk

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Entrance

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Mural in the family visitor's room that was painted by one of the inmates.

Mural in the family visitor’s room that was painted by one of the inmates.

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A whipping block

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A day at the Gold Coast

Mid semester break for me and a day off for Jim fell providentially at the same time. Mix that with a healthy dose of warm air and sunshine and we decided to head to Surfer’s Paradise on the Gold Coast. A bus, a train and another bus put us within two blocks of the beach. Jim came prepared to swim…a fact he neglected to mention to me. So I hit up a couple of shops and walked out with board shorts, a top, floppy hat and sunscreen. Mom decided sitting in the shade was preferable to being blown away on the beach so she kept watch on our gear while we took a swim.

Now I must say I enjoy looking at the beach, laying on the beach, walking along the beach, looking for sea shells on the beach, building sand castles on the beach, and even sitting at the waters edge and letting waves wash over my feet…..but I am actually pretty afraid of the ocean. I don’t so much enjoy going all the way into the water and having the waves break over my head and knock me off my feet and coughing up sea water and not being able to see because I have my contact lens in all while the waves keep smacking me in the eyes…and yet that is what happened over and over again much to Jim’s delight.

Today is the first day Jim has ever swam in the ocean and he loved every moment of it! He kept pulling me out further and further where the big waves are. He of course is like a fish…he’s jumping into the waves, diving under the big ones as they approached and laughing uproariously the whole time. I on the other hand am screaming and trying to wipe my eyes on…oh wait, everything is wet. Never mind. My continuous mantra was “I’m really really happy HERE.Really I am.” “This is good..No farther though” as he pulled me farther from shore. “I think they (the waves) are getting bigger! Don’t you think they are getting bigger? Maybe the tide is coming in.” He says, “Think how fun it would be if they were even bigger!”

I must admit Jim was very wonderful about keeping hold of me. I told him to go on out farther into the really big waves and have fun but he said no, he couldn’t keep an eye on me if he did. So I or should I say we survived. I drank sea water and lived to tell and Jim survived my panic and whining…and I suppose if the truth be told it WAS pretty fun.

Waitin for a train

Waitin for a train

Ready to hop on the train

Ready to hop on the train

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The Southern Queensland Dairy

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BY ANONYMOUS A peanut sat on a railroad track, His heart was all a-flutter. The five-fifteen came rushing by– Toot toot! Peanut butter!

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Sights on the journey

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Travel and change of place impart new vigor to the mind. ~Seneca

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Looking out the window

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Gold Coast

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Mom walking along the beach

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Jim with his beach gear on his back. He came prepared to swim.

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Testing the water

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View from the train window

Surfer’s Paradise

 

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South Bank

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With Jim at work for the day Mom and I decided to head over for a stroll around South Bank Parklands

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Part of the children's play area. Children were climbing the tree...Mariah :) Part of the children’s play area. Children were climbing the tree…Mariah 🙂

The Epicurious Garden is an ornamental, edible garden that will grow organic, seasonal produce all year round. The Epicurious Garden is an ornamental, edible garden that will grow organic, seasonal produce all year round.

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Mom at the Epicurious garden. Mom at the Epicurious garden.

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South Bank

With Jim at work for the day Mom and I decided to head over for a stroll around South Bank Parklands

Confucious

Part of the children's play area. Children were climbing the tree...Mariah :)

Part of the children’s play area. Children were climbing the tree…Mariah 🙂

The Epicurious Garden is an ornamental, edible garden that will grow organic, seasonal produce all year round.

The Epicurious Garden is an ornamental, edible garden that will grow organic, seasonal produce all year round.

Bottle Tree

Bottle Tree

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A few tidbits of information regarding Aussie plants

Streets Beach

Streets Beach

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A great day to take the family to the “beach.” It is Australia’s only inner-city, man-made beach and it boasts a sparkling lagoon and numerous pools Plus..it is free.

Mom at the Epicurious garden.

Mom at the Epicurious garden.

Nepal Peace Pagoda

Nepal Peace Pagoda

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The South Bank Grand Arbor

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Mom trying to hang to the shady side of the walk.

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Who needs a lawn chair when sofas are provided?

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A beautiful day in Brisbane.

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Took the City Cat to UQ--University of Queensland and back to South Bank

Took the City Cat to UQ–University of Queensland and back to South Bank

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Spent a fun day with my Mom!

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Bribie Island

Had a wonderful day at Bribie Island thanks to our lovely hosts Walter, Megan,and Deanna Scott. Deanna drove us to her parents home in Calboolture where a delicious morning tea was waiting. Following a tour of their gardens (yes, vegetables grow here year around) we headed to Bribie Island.It was a lovely day, fairly warm in the sun while we ate our lunch but with a brisk breeze coming off the ocean. A few hearty children and dolphins played in the waves but I was content to walk along the surf.It will only be a few short months before summer comes to Bribie Island and I would imagine the crowds will follow.

A trip to the other side of the island afforded a view of the Glass House Mountains. The angle of the sun obscured them a bit but they were still quite stunning.

Later we returned to Walter and Megan’s where another kettle was put on to boil and afternoon tea was enjoyed with a new friend Alan. His journey to find his “mob” (see link below for explanation) was amazing and inspiring as is his artwork.

The day finished with a delicious supper and the drive back to Calamvale.

It was a beautiful day with dear friends!

Jim waiting to pick up our fish and chips order...and chicken for me.

Jim waiting to pick up our fish and chips order…and chicken for me.

Sea breeze

Sea breeze

The water only felt cold for a second.

The water only felt cold for a second.

Gorgeous Jim!

Gorgeous Jim!

Moreton Bay

Moreton Bay

Quiet winter beach

Quiet winter beach

Deena, Mom and I.

Deanna, Mom and I.

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It's not an "event" for us without a selfie!

It’s not an “event” for us without a selfie!

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Off in the distance you can faintly see the Glass House Mountains.

Off in the distance you can faintly see the Glass House Mountains.

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The Queenslander

Unique “Queenslander” architecture.These pictures were all taken in my neighborhood.

http://buildingaustralia.historychannel.com.au/episodes/episode-2/
A few short videos about the development of the Queenslander style of architecture in Australia.
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A few thoughts on MOTHERS

Nancy Hanks Lincoln instilled the virtues of honesty and compassion in her son and sowed the seeds of his intellectual curiosity. Although lacking a formal education of her own, Nancy Lincoln impressed the importance of learning and reading on her young boy as they moved about the Kentucky and Indiana frontier. When his mother suddenly died 9-year-old Abraham was devastated.
Abe lincolns mother Nancy Hanks Lincoln.

Abraham Lincoln said of his mother, “All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother”

Lincoln’s father soon remarried and brought to Indiana Sarah Bush Johnston

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Stepmother and stepson quickly forged a loving bond. “His mind and mine, what little I had, seemed to run together, move in the same direction,” Sarah said. She treated Lincoln as if he was her flesh-and-blood by offering love, kindness and encouragement. He returned the affection, calling her “Mother.” In 1861 Lincoln confided to a relative that his stepmother “had been his best friend in this world and that no son could love a mother more than he loved her.” http://www.history.com/news/the-two-mothers-who-molded-lincoln

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My mother had a slender, small body, but a large heart — a heart so large that everybody’s joys found welcome in it, and hospitable accommodation. ~Mark Twain

Women know
The way to rear up children (to be just)
They know a simple, merry, tender knack
Of tying sashes, fitting baby shoes,
And stringing pretty words that make no sense,
And kissing full sense into empty words.
~Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

My mother Ruth Morrison Clark is an absolute treasure and a blessing in my life.

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A few thoughts and impressions of my life with her over the years:

As a little child I couldn’t stand to be away from her. Having no siblings she was my main playmate. I have a memory of being about three or four and sitting on the toilet at my Grandma Clark’s ( I know TMI) who was babysitting me and just sobbing hysterically that Mom had gone to work. Poor Grandma that was always so frustrating for her. “Come on, Tammy, come on” she’d say.

Having long skinny legs like my dad I was always envious of how cute Mom’s legs were in a mini skirt.

Naps under a cozy blanket with her was a favorite time. Although I realized that she often snuck out after I was asleep.

She was by far the coolest room mother when I was in elementary school. She always brought the most creative goodies to school parties. Kids were actually jealous.

She never yelled at me for constantly telling people…my teacher at school, ladies at church… that she was pregnant. Every time she turned around someone was asking her when she was due and once again she had to tell them I was making it up. I really didn’t know I was lying. I wanted a brother or sister and I thought announcing one was coming would make it so. Sorry Mom!

Everyone who meets my mom loves her. At some point I began to realize that in some circles I had an automatic “in” because she was my mom. “Oh, your Ruthie’s daughter”.

Let’s just say there were years when I was a brat. She says she doesn’t remember that…and incredibly I think she might be telling the truth.

She sewed me and all my dolls “groovy” clothes.

I am grateful she made me practice the piano all those years.

Mom taught me about men without saying a word: don’t bother them or bring up touchy subjects when they get home from work until AFTER they have had a shower and supper. Chase them around the room and tickle them when they are grumpy…until they finally laugh. And most importantly…don’t show off all your new purchases(such as fabric) just hide them in the closet. Most men won’t notice when you come up with something new down the road…and if they do you can legitimately say, “Oh, this? why I have had it forever”. Thanks Mom.

Most of all Mom taught me about God. That is the greatest gift she could ever give me. Thank you Mom for the beauty you bring into my life. I will love you forever!

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I leave you with a few words from my mom:

“Good morning Mary sunshine , why did you wake so soon. You scared the little stars away and shone away the moon. (music) Rise and shine me little beauty, first day of school, and since mom is not there to do it, you need to take a picture of yourself on the first day of school, because you know mom would if I was there. Just got off the phone with your aunt Nancy, who sends her love and blessings on your first day. Mom is going to want to hear all about it when you get home…May angels attend you and may this be the day your confidence level is in high bloom. (hug)(kiss)\o/ Mom. Oh …. and God Bless ”

No, this was not spoken when I was in grade school, jr high, or even high school. She sent this to me on Skype two weeks ago when I started at Griffith…I told you my mom was great! Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!

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