Letters to the editor
With domestic violence still rampant in our society and alcohol fuelled aggression causing death with coward punches, members of the Maroochy Men’s Shed believe it is time to stand up and be counted on this blight on our country.
We would like to make the following statement, pledge and plan of action: Real men have got to tell all men if you go down the road of domestic violence, assaulting women and or king hit /coward punch, then we cannot defend you. You will be banished from the tribe.
With that said, we must provide avenues for men to find support, advice and training for any man who finds he may be heading down the wrong path.
We are presently investigating how Shed members can mentor young men in our society who want to be helped and to provide information, contacts and a general understanding to our members to pass on to family members, friends and associates.
Story rings a bell
Your article “Christmas bells ring out” brought back fond memories of living in Tin Can Bay in its infancy.
Attending the one-teacher primary school and spending weekends chasing mud crabs and catching whiting and flathead in Snapper Creek.
Christmas Bells were plentiful in those early days. Of a weekend I would place a basket on the handlebars of my pushbike, and set off to pick Christmas Bells. It was not illegal to pick wildflowers in those days.
Another wildflower that was popular was boronia.
My father was a pioneer of Tin Can Bay, settling there in 1932. One of his business interests was a bus run to and from Gympie. To earn some pocket money, the Christmas bells were bunched, turned upside down and placed in a tub affixed to the roof of the bus. They sold like hot cakes in Gympie. Thanks for the memories.
I have wonderful memories of the Christmas Bells on the Sunshine Coast, in particular Landsborough.
I bought my first horse for my 40th birthday in 1979 and soon after another horse for a friend. We had the horses in Caloundra and used to ride mainly between Caloundra and Landsborough in the pine forests.
Every year my friend Jean Hunt and I used to wait for the Christmas Bells to flower. One year we got off the horses and picked a bunch each.
We had reins in one hand and flowers in the other and as we cantered up a long sandy track up a hill clutching our Christmas Bells, I can still hear their clanking sound as they touched each other.
This was forestry land. I approached the council once about trying to save a small block which was near the forestry road and a mass of Xanthorrheas (Blackboys) and Christmas Bells – both flowered at the same time. This could have been a park, only about three acres and not planted but sadly there was no interest shown and they are now gone.
Jeanette GregsonCurrimundi Environmental Park at Wurtulla has had Christmas Bells since mid-November. Not more than 15 at any one time and sometimes only four.
They are in an area control-burned last July. We also trigger plants flowering pink, milkmaids white, purple Iris and hyacinth and orchids in purple.
It is a magical place.
Just loved to read the article about the Christmas Bells.
My husband was a POW in Singapore in 1942 and worked on the infamous Death Railway in Thailand. He was one of the lucky ones to get back home.
In the 1950s, he was constructing a house at Caloundra and coming back to Bald Knob every night. When he saw the Christmas Bells he brought big bunches home for me. Beautiful!
The race horses at Corbould Park would now be running over the place where they used to grow. Thanks for the memory.