Thursday, May 19, 2016

OLD FRIENDS ARE GREAT FRIENDS - GREAT FRIENDS ARE OLD FRIENDS



 
Burnie at Hinchinbrook Island...on the "Reef Venture" - circa 1986
Me fooling around during my Hinchinbrook Island days....I'm the clown on the right
Photo taken by Burnie on the weekend of the lane upon which I live

Photos above - from my laneway to the final one above are a few examples of Burnie's photos.  Some taken during his trip to the West Coast of the US last year; one taken in New Zealand last year; the last three are of rural countryside around Gympie


'Tis true!  True good friends are hard to find. However, once found, true good friends are never lost, even if some go missing in action for a while due to the course life takes. Sometimes years pass before get-togethers occur.  This is usually the case with me because all my very good friends, those who I hold dear; those who know me well, and vice versa, don’t live here on the hill.

Like a pair of comfy old slippers or shoes, when good friends  meet up again, no matter the length of time that’s transpired, everything slips into place as if no time whatsoever has passed by.  An unspoken, mutual understanding of the finer nuances of each other’s sense of humour, character, beliefs etc., remains.  . No judgments exist; acceptance triumphs. You are liked and acknowledged for being you, not for your possessions; not for what you own or how much money you have in the bank – or how little.

The friendship between me and my friends of longstanding is true blue.  Over the weekend just past a friend who fits in this category visited me. 

We first met 30 years ago in early 1986.  Burnie (correct spelling) became a valued staff member when I managed the resort on Hinchinbrook Island.   His jobs involved the maintenance and running of the “outside” areas of the resort i.e. carpentry, construction work, generator care etc., etc., et al. 

Shortly after Burnie began working with me on the island I asked if he would make me a coffee table using the left-over timber from the sturdy tables that were set into the deck we’d erected to surround the resort’s pool. 

I described what I had in mind...its height and width, etc., asking him not to be skimpy when creating the table.   In my mind’s eye I pictured a sturdy table; one with “character and guts”.  I wanted to be able to sit on the floor at the table in comfort, and for others to be able to do so, too, if I had others to join me.  When relaxing, I preferred the floor to sofas or chairs.   For me, when bean bags were created and became the “in” seating craze they were one craze that suited me down to the ground – for sitting on the ground/floor (not the ground floor)!.  I think whoever designed bean bags in the first place had me in mind.

There was little else better than resting upon bean bags while leisurely listening to music when discussing the meaning of life or just talking dribble.  (In my book, to be able to do so is still the ant’s pants, but these days it would probably take me a month of Sundays to get down there; and then a year of Saturdays and Sundays to get back up again)!

Shortly after I moved to Hinchinbrook Island I organised for a couple of very large cushions to be custom-made for me.  Their removable zipped covers were made from quality sarongs, chosen and ordered from a Noosa store, especially for the purpose. I wanted the table and large cushions to complement each other.  And the end products did.  I was never someone who pined after lounge suites, and I remain the same, but these days I do have a three-seater sofa (and rarely use it). 

I still have the table.  I love it.  It has pride of place as it always has done...these days in my cabin.  The cushions are out in the back area and when the mood takes hold, Remy, my male cat, claims them.

Like my coffee table, most of my island resort staff were solid citizens and were valued by me; but, of course, as in every situation in life there were a couple or so bad apples; a few who didn’t realise how good they had it until after I politely told them to leave.  For now, I won’t waste my time or yours by going into detail.  I’d rather cherish my good memories and give kudos to those who deserve to sit upon their respective pedestals.

Other than for a brief moment shortly before I came here to the mountain, just over 14 years ago, my old mate and I had not seen each other since 1987 - a lot of water had flowed around the island and elsewhere since then. 

At the time of our fleeting, passing moment back in early 2002 or late 2001, I was cooking at Gunabul Restaurant in Gympie.  I’d run out of an ingredient. With no time to waste, at the pace of a female Usain Bolt, I was racing along an aisle in Woolworths, in a hurry to return to work when I heard someone calling out my name.  Braking to a halt, I turned. To my surprise I discovered it was Burnie, my island friend, who was doing the hollering.

During the four years I’d been living and working back in Gympie I had no idea he, too, was residing in the town.  A few hasty words were exchanged, but I had to be on my way, and that was that, unfortunately.  Shortly after our brief supermarket encounter I left Gympie to come here to Tamborine Mountain.

Our paths didn’t cross again until four years ago, around this time of the year, actually - in 2012.

To my dismay I’d discovered Bronnie, another of my staff members from Hinchinbrook Island days had cancer.  (I wrote a post.....” Saturday, August 04, 2012 – “EMBRACE LIFE...EMBRACE A LIFE WORTH HAVING KNOWN...EMBRACE THE MEMORIES...FOREVER”).

I’d met Bronwyn in Noosa when I was had my green-grocery/health food store in Hastings Street.  

Bronnie, who was 19 when we first met, worked in a cafe/take-away shop in the same complex/open arcade...the Laguna Arcade... that also housed my store.  A couple of times a day during her breaks and/or before she started her shift, she’d pop into my shop for a chat and for a couple of my homemade (shop-made) muesli cookies. 

Making the biscuits was a daily job for me. They became the “tiger by the tail” syndrome; once I’d started making them for sale, word soon got about and they became a regular feature!  I was continually making the tasty cookies in the little kitchen area of my shop to ensure the large glass jar on my counter was always full and my customers always sated. 

Upon learning of my pending departure from my shop and the Noosa area to take up the management of the resort on Hinchinbrook Island, Bronnie came into my shop, pulled up a chair and begged me for a job at the resort.  She pestered me, her brown eyes pleading at me like a sorrowful puppy!  Bronnie’s story is told in detail in my blog post referred to above.

Immediately I discovered Bronnie’s dire situation I donned my Sherlock Holmes’ deerstalker cap and cape to go in search of as many of her past co-workers from her Hinchinbrook days as I could find.  I let my fingers do the walking to inform them what was going on in Bronnie’s life.  Bronwyn had been well-liked by her fellow workmates.- and by me.  I’d taken her under my wing when she worked for me.  She was a good kid.

Within a couple of months of my heartbreaking discovery of Bronnie’s condition, Bronwyn, at the young age of 47, passed away.  It was a very sad time.

Burnie was among those I tracked down, and ever since then he and I have kept in regular contact via social media, and sometimes by phone.

Burnie was/is a brilliant carpenter.  He can turn his hands to anything he sets his mind on, and the results are always exceptional. He is a true craftsman.  It could be freely said, I suppose, he is a perfectionist at what he does.  The table he built for me would need a bulldozer and 10 large sledgehammers to destroy it...and still I have my doubts that it could be destroyed!   As he sat down on the sofa I drew his attention to the coffee table in front of him.  A broad smile spread across his face.

These days he has given up carpentry, other than doing a few jobs here and there for mates.  Now he is the owner/operator of a picture framing business in Gympie.  He works from home...from a workshop on his property.

He has also turned his keen eye to photography and he does have a very keen eye.  I keep pressuring him to have a showing of his stunning photographs.

Discounting the brief supermarket interlude, finally, after 29 years Burnie turned up on my doorstep Friday, just gone. I knew he was coming.  He didn’t arrive unannounced. He’d forewarned me of his imminent visit on the previous Sunday.  And, in case you’re wondering, I did invite him in. I didn’t leave him stranded on my doorstep, helmet in hand.

His well-maintained, highly-polished Harley alerted me of his arrival on the day.

(Oops!  I am aware I was only last week complaining about the noise made by motor bikes! I’m really not a hypocrite; but I do have a couple of old mates who are old bikers...not bikies...”bikers”; and both those mates are my ex-staff from Hinchinbrook!  David, who was my island chef owns a couple of bikes and during one of his visits to me here on the mountain he arrived by bike. David and his wife, Polly, live in Townsville. Polly has her own motor bike, too.  Now Burnie arrived on his Harley!  People will be talking)!  

From the moment Burnie arrived, the years slipped away as if they’d been non-existent. 

Grazing upon tasty. laden platters, we talked non-stop.  We talked, sipped on red wine; talked, grazed, sipped, laughed and continued the pattern for the next 20 or so hours, with only a short interval in between for some shut-eye.  

Remy and Shama are still getting over the shock of a STRANGER being in THEIR abode. Shama spent the majority of the time under my bed.  Remy spent all the time on my bed (their bed...I rent it off them).   To tell the truth, I think I’m still getting over the visit, too...and all the lead-up to having a visitor.  Expecting a visitor is always a good excuse, I guess, to stop procrastinating and do some housework.

On Saturday morning when Burnie woke he grabbed his camera and went off for a walk.  As soon as he left the cabin Remy went out to the back area to check out the bed Burnie had slept in and his overnight bag.  Shama poked her nose out from under my bed.  Both had a lot to say, but as soon as Burnie returned, Shama once again fled off to her sanctuary, and Remy stood guard on my (his) computer chair not taking his eyes off the interloper.

It was wonderful to catch up in person.  Burnie and I covered lot of territory during those few hours on the weekend; many stories were related. We shared a host of memories of a special time in both our lives...the halcyon Hinchinbrook days. 

I hope another 29 years don’t pass before we meet up again.  If that occurs, a  couple of things are certainties, though - I’ll still 15 years older than him; and he will still be 15 years younger than me. 

Like good friends - nothing changes – except my voice.  Saturday morning I woke croaking like Freddo Frog – unavoidable evidence of all the talking I’d done!

From all the talking Remy and Shama did after Burnie’s departure I reckon their miaows were croaky, too!  It took them...and me...a couple or more days to get back to normal again. We three aren’t used to socialising!  Like me, they, too, are hermits...and like me, they like it!

There is an addendum to this story...I must have lost my camouflage outfit; I'm no longer incognito...I received a phone call today out of the blue from old friends of mine...good friends from long, long ago.  The husband of the team I've known since 1960; and on the distaff side, since the late Fifties.  We're meeting up tomorrow, and I'm looking forward to it.  Again, it's ages since we've caught up, face to face.

I'll post more next week after Friday's get-together...my cover has been blown!

Focaccia: Combine 900g plain flour and 100g semolina. Mix 35g yeast with a pinch of sugar; add 15g salt, 30g olive oil and 500ml water. Add this to flour; mix until soft but not sticky dough (add a little more water, if needed).  Cover bowl; place in warm place until doubled.  Oil a tray; sprinkle with semolina. Spread dough out; oil and salt top; sprinkle with rosemary leaves. Prove in warm place, 10-15mins; bake in preheated 220C oven, 10mins or until sounds hollow when tapped; drizzle all over with olive oil; cool before slicing. You can top with fresh herbs, olives, a variety of vegetables etc., etc. 

Grilled Vegetable Antipasto: Mix together, 2/3c olive oil, 1/4c lemon juice, 2tbs red wine vinegar, 3tbs fresh basil, 1tbs Dijon mustard, 2tsp each crumbled fresh thyme and fresh tarragon, 1tbs minced garlic, 3tbs minced parsley, salt and pepper. Trim and slice lengthwise in ¼-inch thick slices – 2 small zucchinis, 2 small yellow squash, 2 small eggplants, 2 med firm tomatoes, 1 red capsicum, 1 yellow capsicum and 1 large red onion. Place in shallow baking dish; add marinade; coat well; cover; let stand, at least 4hrs or overnight. Stir occasionally. Before cooking drain; reserve marinade. Heat grill pan over med-high heat; then add vegies; grill in batches, 3-4mins each side, or until tender. Transfer to serving platter; drizzle with the marinade; sprinkle with minced parsley, pitted black olives and Parmesan cheese shavings.  

Antipasto Skewers:  Cook cheese tortellini per directions; once al dente, drain; set aside. Place in an assembly line –tortellini, 1 cup cherry tomatoes, 1c bocconcini, 1 jar pitted black olives, 125g thinly sliced salami and ¼ fresh basil leaves; piece each ingredient onto the skewers; slide down to bottom of skewer; do it in order of colour and shapes to complement each other. Fold the salami in half and in half again to make a triangle. Stack skewers on platter; drizzle with balsamic before serving.

36 comments:

  1. How lovely for you to have caught up with Burnie after so many years. And to do it all again on Friday ... Enjoy Lee x
    I think I wil use your antipasto skewers and focaccia recipes at our next staff room lunch. Thank you 🍢

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    1. It was great, Carol. We had lots to talk about, that's for sure. And, I know tomorrow with my other friends who are coming up the hill for a visit....we'll be talking non-stop, too. So much to catch up on.

      They visiting Brisbane for a few days. They live up at Grasstree Beach, south of Mackay...out from Sarina.

      You'll be the star of the staff room when you present them with those treats! Thanks for coming by. :)

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  2. 20+ hours of talking! I can barely manage five minutes (*~*)

    Burnie's photos are really good. I particularly like the one of the gravel path through mossy green forest. I want to live there!

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    1. Hi River....we had lots to catch up on...many things have happened in both our lives since we last had a chance to sit down face to face. It was great; and we still could've talked for longer, and not covered everything.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  3. I think the definition of a friend is someone where you can just pick up where you left off... yesterday, last week, last year.
    Glad that you had this get together, with another to come.

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    1. That is so true, EC. And that is what happened over the weekend, and I'm sure similar will happen again tomorrow with my other mates. I'm looking forward very much to catching up with them.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  4. That's so nice that he visited and that you still have the table he built - which I was hoping you would show us.

    Lovely that you have good friends like that.

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    1. Hey Lynn...My table will last longer than I will! I'll have to take a pic of it or dig out one.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  5. You defined friendship very well. Loved the picture of the "clown on the right".

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    1. Hahahaha! I escaped the circus, Annie! They're still trying to find me! ;)

      Thank for popping in. :)

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  6. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, like catching up with an old friend and just carrying on from where one last left off. Distance and time may separate us but the bond is always there.

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    1. That is true, Graham....and I'll be doing it all over again with old friends today...and loving it. :)

      Thanks for dropping in. :)

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  7. It was nice that you got in touch with them and saw them. Sorry about your friend who had cancer. There is a saying - Make new friends, but keep the old, one is silver and one is gold. Keep them all.

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    1. Hi Sandie...It was great to spend time with Burnie last weekend after all the years that have passed in between. And I'm looking forward to catching up with my other good friends today. Old friends you've known for years and years are a special breed!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  8. My what a life well lived!! I miss the days I sat on the hardwood floor and painted portraits. No easel for ME. And they sold well. I still have photos of skinny me, sprawled on the floor, hips not hurting at the contact. I made few friends, being a loner. Friends are something I desire in the same fashion I desire a million dollars but wouldn't know what to do with it if I had it. LOL

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    1. Ahhh...another who preferred the floor...kindred spirits we are, lj. :)

      I've only made one friend, really, since I moved here to the mountain. I've made a few acquaintances and have many familiar faces that I share smiles and a few words with, but as far as good friends are concerned, I've pretty much stuck to myself since I've been here. Purposely so...my best friends are my friends of old.

      Thanks for coming by and take good care. :)

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  9. Old friends like that are true treasures. It's great to sit with those who made the memories with you and just be. You are being spoilt to have two such catch ups in such a short span of time. Enjoy!

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    1. Hi Pauline...I've not done so much talking in a long while! I'll now have to rest my voice! :)

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  10. Those are the best kind of friends - that you can pick right up with from where you left off -even if it was decades ago....I empathise with you on the difficulties of reaching the floor and rising from it again!

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    1. That they are, Molly. So many wonderful emotions and memories come to the fore.

      Thanks for dropping in. :)

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  11. Wonderful to have a good friend like that. Turning up and staring off from the last encounter.
    The photos are lovely, by the way :)

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    1. Hi Margaret...and after they've gone, you realise even though you've covered so much territory...there is still so much more to cover.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  12. A friend loves at all times, And a brother is born for adversity.
    Prov 17:17

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    1. That just about says it all, Mr. Ad-Man.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  13. How lovely for you to spend so much time with Burnie - comfortable and rolling back the years. I hope that all has gone well with the Friday people too.

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    1. Hey Yorkie...yes, it was. We had a wonderful time, talking our heads off...much territory to cover. And, likewise, yesterday with my other two friends I'd not seen in ages...more to come in my next post.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  14. You should publish some memoirs of the Hinchinbrook Island days :)

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    1. Hey there, Keith. I should...I've enough stories from that time in my life to fill a couple of volumes!

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  15. Nice friendship summary, makes me want to call up old friends. That's a very dark lane you live on!

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    1. Welcome back, Dexter!!! You've been gone too long! It is a well-treed lane...just how I like it, but it really isn't dark....except at night! :)

      I hope all has been well with you over the past year...and that you grace us with your presence more often, again. Thanks for coming by. :)

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  16. You always have such interesting stories.

    Thanks for visiting. Have a great week.

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    1. Hey there Gail....Thanks for coming by. :)

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  17. Good friends are such a precious gift. Sounds like you have wonderful ones.

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    1. Hi Sandra...I agree. And the good friends remain good friends who mean very much to us even if we don't manage to catch up face to face often. Friends, true friends...always remain true and good.

      Thanks for coming by. :)

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  18. it seems that you are the lucky one dear,
    true friends are gift of God ,they are shelter to tired soul and mirror to lost heart

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    1. Yes, I believe I am, baili to have the good friends in my life that I do have. We don't have to see each other all the time...we know we're "there"; we know who we are.

      Thanks coming by. :)

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