Wednesday, November 25, 2020

UNIFORMITY CAN BECOME VERY BORING...

 

Taken for my Sweet16th Birthday...I'd just cut my hair...having had long plaits until then.  I'm not sure if I've ever been "sweet"!

Summer, 1961......Even shorter hair...on Mooloolaba Beach

Me on the left with my workmates at Tozer & Jeffery, Solicitors, Gympie....(Growing my hair once more). Three of us remain good friends to this day....


Two views of Laguna Bay, Noosa Heads' main beach







And, the above video clips are the reasons why we didn't need to go to a gym!!





 

After completing primary school at Gympie’s Central School, which was situated a short distance up the road a bit, and around the corner from my childhood home, I attended Gympie State High School.  As mentioned in previous posts, I left high school at the age of 15 years, about three months before my 16th birthday.

Uniforms were not part of primary school, but they were compulsory items of clothing at high school.

There were a few grumbles about the non-flattering uniforms, but that didn't matter. The grumblings were ignored.   At least, the uniform ruling about uniforms saved on the purses of our parents. Wearing of the unattractive uniforms, no doubt, eased peer pressure in that we didn't feel we had to 'keep up with the Jones', or the doctors’ and solicitors’ kids.

At high school uniforms were the rule, so I conformed.  No choice was given.  I doubt it did me any harm, even if the uniform wasn’t becoming.  We weren’t meant to be ‘fashion plates’ at school, anyway.

I don't think it hurts the kids to wear uniforms...at school, and for sport.   

I've not worn a uniform of any description since my high school days...which, as I am sure you are aware...was many eons ago.  During my working life I never wanted to wear a uniform.   

At my first work-place after leaving school, the legal office, my workmates and I had a brain-wave one day.  Believing we had a world-shattering idea, we decided to design and make a uniform for us to wear to work each day.

 “It will save us money” was the reason we came up with to convince ourselves.  Into our “Christian Dior” mind-set we delved.  After agreeing upon a design, off to the haberdashery we went to purchase the necessary material etc.

I think we wore our smart, dark green, sheath-dresses with their crisp, white collars and white buttons down the front about two times...three at the most...before we discarded them.   The wearing of the smart, crisp uniforms didn’t last out the week!

Uniformity was not what we wanted.  It wasn’t who we were.

When I was cooking in restaurants I created my own "uniform" because I didn't want to conform.   Self-taught, I wasn’t a “ticketed” chef”.  I didn’t have the “papers”...just a huge pile of recipe books, an open mind, an imagination, and the will to do well...to cook well.

 My belief was, I hadn’t earned the right to wear a chef’s uniform.  My “uniform”, when I cooked in restaurants, etc., was a pair of  leggings (usually black) with a longish white tee shirt. 

In the early 90s, the boss of a company I was employed by at the time.....Morris Catering (Morris Corporation, Australia)....told me during one of his visits I had to wear a chef’s outfit.  He told me he would organise a uniform to be sent to me after he’d returned to the Head Office in south-east Queensland. 

However, I stood my ground.  He changed his tune when I told him I wouldn’t be doing so, and when I explained to him my legitimate reason for my firm stance.

 

“Schoolies’ Week”:  Where school leavers toss their uniforms, and sensibilities to the wind, and into the ocean!  I think “Schoolies’ Week” is a load of hogwash!  

I'd already been working a couple of years earning my own living at the age of these kids are who go crazy...out of control...at coastal areas this time each year!  

Schoolies' Week may bring a lot of money to the coastal communities, but it also brings added pressures and problems.   All one has to do is read the daily newspapers and watch the daily news reports....it’s going on presently....

What occurred at Noosa Heads’ main beach last weekend is a prime, disturbing, frustrating example.  

A popular beach on the Sunshine Coast was closed for cleaning and safety today after scores of school-leavers trashed its sands. Broken glass and rubbish lay strewn across Noosa's Main Beach, with sections of the sand taped-off and Nippers cancelled.

 

https://www.9news.com.au/national/schoolies-week-noosas-main-beach-shut-down-for-cleaning-after-schoolies-party/19c51d4e-6eaa-481d-9775-b84945a983b7

When I was a teenager working in a legal office in Gympie, without fail, every weekend during the spring/summer months, about three, sometimes four girlfriends and I went to the coast, either Mooloolaba or Noosa. Noosa became our beach of choice after a year of frequenting Mooloolaba.  Noosa Heads was (still is) also closer to Gympie.   

From the ages of 15 and 16 years forth, off to the coast we did go.

We spent the days, from early morning, sometimes hitting the beach at 6am, until late afternoon as the sun made its western descent, surfing (body-surfing, and board). 

Summer nights were spent dancing our feet off at the dances, and various record hops.

On long weekends, midnight-to-dawn record hops were organised.  Dancing through those evenings was the norm.  We’d attend the earlier record hops first, before moving onto the late ones, later. 

I remember a few instances where I had blisters on the soles of my feet from 'rockin' & rollin' all night long...twisting the night away!  Shoes weren’t mandatory! Regularly they were kicked off half way through the evening as we kicked up our heels.  Oh! How we loved to dance...how we loved the music!

We certainly didn’t need to go to a gym to exercise.  We walked everywhere; we swam; we surfed; we danced.  Rarely were we still.

Alcohol wasn't part of the equation, neither were sex and drugs.  Not within our group of fun-lovers, anyway.  Looking back, I guess we were fairly innocent...but there was no harm in that.  The surf, sun, sand and music were our drugs.  We needed no others.

When alcohol was present, binge-drinking definitely didn’t play a role in helping us have fun.  The legal drinking age back in the time I am describing was 21 years.  We weren't supposed to be drinking.  During Gympie’s ball season there were always pre-ball and post-ball parties...and I attended all the balls, and all the parties.  

Although not totally abiding by the rules, my group of friends and I respected the rules. and we didn't abuse them when we had an alcoholic drink.  Alcohol wasn’t a necessity.  We knew how to have fun without it...and we did...have loads of fun.

I know in my case, and that of my mates, we still had our parents to answer to if we stepped over the line.  We still had to return home after a night out...and had to face our parents.  A friendly, happy parent is far more pleasant than an angry, disappointed one!  You can guarantee our respective parents would have heard about our behaviour...if we’d stepped out of line...somehow or other.  There were lots of 'bush-telegraphs" and “bush-tom-toms drums” around in those years.

I'm not saying we were a bunch of prudes...goody-two-shoes...we weren't...but we had respect for our parents, and our own self.  We understood where the lines were.

Many of today’s young people appear to lack respect for their parents, themselves. and/or each other, scoffing at authority.  A lot of the time, I believe the blame belongs to the parents.  It falls squarely on the shoulders of the parent/s.   Adults have to be the “adults”...from the moment their child is born...if not before.

When I first relocated to this mountain, I cooked in a resort/hotel restaurant on the northern end of this plateau.  On weekends, a 16 year old girl, who was still going to school...who was very “young: in many ways...was doing work experience in the kitchen, and table service in the restaurant. 

Almost bursting with excitement, she was heading off to the Gold Coast for 'Schoolies' Week'.  

Her parents loaded up the boot of their car with booze for their child to take to the coast.  To the Gold Coast they drove the lass, depositing her there before returning back home to this area up here on the ‘hill”.  

What a great message!  What a tremendous example,  I thought!  (Hang on! I'll take my tongue out of my cheek, and remove the sarcasm!)

To my way of thinking Schoolies’ Week is all a bit sad and crazy...reckless.  Try as I might, I fail to understand “Schoolies’ Week”; or the reason for it.   I know if I had kids attending 'Schoolies' I'd be worried sick.  I would hope that I had instilled in them good values, and they had the good sense to remember the values, and retain pride in themselves. 

There are too many dangerous traps for kids today to fall into, and too many bad characters around who prey on them, looking for the slightest, tiniest chink in their fragile young armour.

Perhaps, I sound like an old grouch...so be it....in the words of Popeye...”I yam what I yam...”

Parmesan Roasted Sweet Potatoes: Preheat oven 200C .  Peel...optional...the only vegetables I peel are onions and garlic) and cut 2 sweet potatoes/kumara into thin slices.  Place 2tsp minced garlic, 1tbs olive oil, 2tbs melted butter, 1/2tsp garlic salt, 4tbs grated Parmesan and 1/2tsp Italian seasoning in a Ziploc bag, or bowl; mix well. Add sweet potatoes; shake/toss until well coated. Lightly butter a baking dish;  arrange coated sweet potatoes into a spiral. Sprinkle with a little Parmesan.  Bake sweet potatoes 30-35mins. Serve warm; sprinkle with thyme, if desired. 

Miso-Ginger Sweet Potatoes: Preheat oven 218C. Cut 2-3 sweet potatoes (kumara) in half lengthwise; place on baking paper-lined baking tray, cut side down. Brush or spray  skin sides with olive oil. Roast 30-40 mins until fork tender (check at 30 mins, keeping in mind they need may need longer if very large).  When tender, flip over and broil if they need more caramelisation. While they are roasting make the Shallot Ginger Miso “butter”. Heat 1/4c olive oil, butter or ghee ( or coconut oil instead of the olive oil, if preferred) over med-low heat, add about 1/2c finely diced shallot; carefully sauté until golden, stirring often, about 5-6mins. Add 2tsp finely minced ginger; cook 2-3 more minutes. Add 1tbs miso; using a fork, mash; add to the mixture, breaking it up as much as possible. It won’t get creamy, just mash the miso as best you can with the fork into the tiniest little bits; let these bits get slightly crispy, sautéing 2 mins or so. Turn heat off. When sweet potatoes are caramelised to your liking, place on a platter flesh side up, reheat the miso butter; pierce the flesh in a few spots using a spoon, (so miso butter can get down inside); then spoon a tablespoon or two of the sauce over each one, making sure to include the flavourful “brown bits” ( shallot, ginger, miso). Sprinkle with a little salt;  sprinkle with chopped green stalks of shallot.

 


28 comments:

  1. Lee I always see so many similarities to our youthful years regardless of the fact that we grew up across the world from each other.

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    1. Hi, Annie...I believe we were fortunate to have been young in the time we were. For one thing...our music was far better than the music of these days!

      Thanks for coming by...take good care. :)

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  2. I don't understand Schoolies Week either and, if it had existed. when I finished school I wouldn't have been allowed to go. Nor, I think, would I have wanted to. Like you, we had fun, mostly within the rules. And certainly without trashing the areas we frequented.

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    1. Hey, EC I often wonder who started the idaa of Schoolies....whoever it was was lacking in good sense, that is for sure!

      And, I will never understand the mentality of those who trash!

      Thanks for coming by...take good care. :)

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  3. Good memories and agree with you.
    Lots of dancing, walking and so on, didn't need a gym and it was a place to jump and so on.
    Schoolies week! Weird to me that is, not necessary. We all got by and went to work after school finished, or we looked for jobs didn't even think of celebrating finishing school.
    Take care and a nice post as always Lee.

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    1. Hi, Margaret....I just finished up with school one Friday afternoon...and started work on the following Monday morning...with no carrying on like an idiot as seems to be the norm these days with the idiotic so-called Schoolies' 'celebration'.

      And, I reckon we had much more fun...

      Thanks for coming by, Margaret...it's always good to see you. :)

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  4. Our high metabolism kept us thin. We did not sit behind a desk for long. I agree that the parent that encourages alcohol consumption is a bad parent. I was pretty innocent and unsophisticated. I also did not stand up for myself as much as I should have.

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    1. Hi Tabor...The only desks I sat behind were those at work...during my work day...that was enough for me! lol

      I enjoyed my teenage years...I was intrigued by the world opening up around me...there was so much to learn.

      Thanks for coming by...take care. :0

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  5. I grew up in a very different culture (there was no way anyone I knew was going to be living the 'beach life' in the seas around the Wirral Peninsula). However, similarly, alcohol didn't play the role in our lives that it does today. I am always fascinated by your life posts.

    It's a long time since I have commented on your recipes. I use a lot of kumera but mainly for soup. I've rarely (in Scotland) used it as a vegetable with a meal. However after reading those recipes I well definitely try the first and, possibly, the second. Thank you.

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    1. G'day, Graham. We had too much more to be interested in than alcohol. It never played a huge role in our lives...it was there, but we had more fun things with which to occupy ourselves.

      The beach, as you're aware, plays a big role in the life of most Aussies. :)

      I love kumara...and it is a regular vegetable for me...baked, or boiled and then mashed; also as chips. It is full of goodness, too.

      Thanks for coming by...take good care. :)

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  6. I'm so glad Schoolies isn't a thing here. My grand-daughter is in her last few days of school right now and the very idea that she could be involved in trashing a beach is ... beyond me. It saddens me to think of beautiful Noosa treated like that. I don't understand how parents can just abdicate their responsibilities and allow such behaviour. We were so much luckier with the times we grew up in, weren't we? When all we needed to be happy were surf, sun, sand and music. Ahh, those were the days!

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    1. Those certainly were the days, Pauline.

      I don't understand Schoolies...and I don't understand the trash mind-set. Both are way beyond my comprehension.

      Even though my friends and I were young...15 and 16 years old when we began going to the beach every weekend...our respective parents trusted us...and we respected them, and what they had taught us throughout our childhood years.

      We were still kids...just dipping our toes in the water...carefully.

      Ahhhh...the music...how wonderful the music was...and is to this day still. :)

      Thanks for coming by....take good care. :)

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  7. Can you do 'The Twist' while sitting in your armchair and a laptop on your lap???
    Well sort of LOL!
    That tune took me back ...

    All the best Jan

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    1. Aha! Jan....hand-jiving...sit-down jiving and twisting...were some of our achievements. We loved sitting...moving and "dancing" to the music while still seated....we'd start it off... and within minutes, many others would join in. It was so much fun! :)

      Thanks for coming by...keep taking good care. :)

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  8. Swimming, surfing and dancing, can't get much better than that.

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    1. That's for sure, Sandra...and we did lots and lots of each! :)

      Thank for coming by....take good care :)

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  9. In my opinion Schoolies Week is a shameful practice and should be banned. it never happened back in our day, there were graduation parties I suppose, but a week spent drunk and trashing someone else's home place is a Bad Bad thing.
    Uniformity has its place in schools and places like supermarkets so the customers know who works there, also banks and hospitals, the admin people in my daughter's hospital all wear the same style shirt. But for the general population it brings to mind millions of Chinese peasants in rice paddies wearing blue shirts and black pants and never anything different. I imagine, and hope that has changed now.

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    1. Yes, River...I wholeheartedly agree with your Schoolies' sentiments. I was horrified and anger when I leanred (saw) those parents load up the boot of their car with grog for their child to indulge in at Schoolies. What a great example that was!!!!

      I've never been a lover of uniforms for myself...but, of course, I understand there are professions where a uniform is required...e.g. hospitals....

      Thanks for coming by...take good care. :)

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    2. Typo alert...I meant to type "angry"...not "anger". And "learned", not "leanred"...Maybe I was seeing red! :)

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  10. You are no grouch, you are wise.

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    1. Hahahahaha! Oh! I can be a grouch, messymimi...but I do my best to confine my grumpiness between my four walls, annoying only myself...and not burden others with it! :)

      Take good care...thanks for coming by. :)

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  11. Oh, that music, those dances! They had style, shape, and great charm!
    I'm very much in favor of wearing uniforms, both at school and in certain working places.

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    1. Hey, DUTA...The music was great...and it still is....it has and will last much longer than most of the music that is around today.

      Uniforms are appropriate in some areas, I agree. I just didn't want to wear a uniform in the various jobs I held during my working life. If I'd been in the medical profession, in one form or the other, or in a member of one of our Defence Forces my feelings would have be different, that is for certain.

      Thanks for coming by...take good care. :)

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  12. Listening to those tunes makes me want to break out our old Richard Simmons Sweatin' to the Oldies tape. Still have the VHS. Your stories of youth sounds like those old Frankie and Annette beach movies. Lots of fun, I'll bet. Great memories to share too.

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    1. Hi Dave. My girlfriends and I all thought we were "Gidget", and Annette, I'm sure. Our fun was as innocent as the fun portrayed in those happy movies.

      I'm so glad I had those good times.

      Thanks for coming by....take good care. :)

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  13. It was the same of this side of the world. I danced even when by myself. We headed to the lake instead of the beach and we had fun without booze. It was a nicer simpler time where young people respect the older generation. I watched my older sister and learn where the line was so I admit I would get my toes as close to the line as possible but I never ever even got a toe nail over it. I think those who trashed the beach should have been made to clean it up before they were allowed to check out of the hotels. I guess my nickname The General is showing but I have always believed and was taught if you mess it up you clean it up. Peace

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    1. Hi Dianne...our days of innocence...and there was nothing wrong with that, was there. We did know where the line was...and even though at times we got very close to it...we knew our limits. We respected our elders...our parents and the lessons they taught us throughout our childhood.

      I agree with what you say about those who trashed the beach should have been held responsible for the cleaning up of the mess they created. Too many are allowed to get away with too much. Their behaviour is inexcusable.

      Take good care...thanks for coming by. :)

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