HUNTER GATHERERS

We tend to associate hunter gathering as a stone age activity, essential for physical survival. But when you think about it, it still goes on today, although in our society most of it takes place in our malls and our supermarkets.

Here on Norfolk Island, we are a little closer to our sources of supply. HUnter gathering goes into full force around Bounty, as we seek out some of the traditional ingredients and produce to create a typical Bounty feast. Because Norfolk Island does not import fresh produce (except potatoes and onions) we are very reliant on what is local and seasonal, and so producing these things for ourselves...or having a close relationship with those who do....becomes extremely important!!
Yes, we do have our supermarket, but it is the spirit of sharing what we have grown and gathered that keeps our Norfolk community very special.


For Bounty this year, we enjoyed


*fish caught by John and his mates last weekend


*Hi-Hi (periwinkles) gathered from the rocks for us by our friend Pedro


*pies made from limes from Edie and Jack, and lemons from our trees


*pumpkin grown by Peter


*Pork from Simon's Water


*Ham from Farmer Lou's piggery - ordered last week


*Yams and cassava and plun (bananas) from Charles' traditional garden at the Pitcairn settler's Village


*Oranges from Jo and Glen's tree


*Avocadoes from Barbara and Ken Nobbs' trees (ours are a little late)




That is just the start of it. Here are a few pics of some of the traditional foods we enjoyed!

Pumpkin pilhi and ripe plun pilhi

Traditional coconut and lemon pies, and other delicious goodies for sweets - including Mal's wonderful pav made from fresh farm eggs!

Hi-hi pie, green plun pilhi, cassava, yams, mudda (steamed green banana dumplings), Tahitian fish, baked kumera and loads of other goodies!

Everyone starts filling their plates...there are 35 of us, but there is enough to feed an army!

Bounty indeed!

WILLIAM'S FIRST BOUNTY DAY 2007

Bounty Day is the most important day of the year to Norfolkers. It is the day they celebrate who they are, their heritage and culture, and their pride in their Norfolk Island home. Not even the rain ....very welcome in many ways....could deter them from celebrating in the usual fashion. In fact, the showers abated long enough for the re-enactment of the landing at the pier, the parade through the old Kingston settlement, and the gathering at Government House to all take place. It was not until the time for the picnic that the showers began again, and many families gathered up their baskets, hampers and eskies, and retreated to their homes and other shelter to enjoy their feast.

The day's activities are probably best told in pictures.

Charles drove the old Model A-Ford Truck (Norfolk's first tourist 'bus') for those whose legs would no longer carry them the distance. Some of the kids hitched a ride on the running board.

Meanwhile, a 'Pitcairn' wheelbarrow proves a great means of transport for babies and toddlers!

It was William's very first Bounty Day, and he enjoyed a cuddle from 97 year old 'Girlie" Nobbs.

And one from Auntie Vonnie Grube

And another from his Dad

And he enjoyed being on the front seat of the old Ford with his Mum!

In my next posting, some mouth-watering tales of our picnic-at-home!

ART IN THE PARK

Yesterday was the most glorious day. It was hard to believe we were at the start of winter, the air was so warm and balmy.

In the afternoon, we drove out to Captain Cook's Monument (usually just called "Captain Cook" for short) which is about as far as one can drive on this little 5 miles by 3 island. This is a coastal point to the far north of the island, once thought to be the probable site of Cook's landing in 1776 (although many would disagree, as it would have been a stiff climb up the cliffs for his men to gain any sort of foothold to explore the island.) This is a beautiful picnic spot, within the National Park, with glorious views of the sea in both directions and many of the offshore islets.

This year, this area is the venue for our "Art in the Park" exhibition, which is an annual event organised by our very active Community Arts Society.

Entry is easy and free. You just fill in a form, get a stake with a label, and then go and choose your spot...first come, best served. I never cease to be amazed by the fertility of people's imaginations and the variety of ideas that people come up with each year, . Some of them rely on clever word plays, others use recycled materials, sometimes the exhibits are interactive. Young and old take part. The displays stay in place for a fortnight, so they are subject to all the vagaries of the weather. Vandalism is rare on Norfolk, and the community would come down swiftly on anyone who dared to deface someone's creation.

The children from Years1/2 at the school put the finshing touches to their "Hands all Round" exhibit

Helen Sampson has put her knitting skills to good use to create a Rainbow Serpent

Hilary's Pirate, made completely from Pizza dough, is hoping it will not rain too much!

One of the McRitchie's entries, called "Follow Me" has plaster cast feet and hands leading up to some goodies in the branch of the tree. The hand and foot prints, which graduate in size, are from impressions made from William (10 weeks) Sienna (21 months) and Teddy (nearly 4)

Kaye Wood's moth, part of an exhibit showing the lifecycle, perches on the fence and enjoys the magnificent view of the coastline.

Enjoying a cuppa and refreshments

Truly, on this island, creativity abounds...and the wonderful spirit of participation makes it all happen!!

SILK SEASCAPE - NEARLY FINISHED

Well, I thought it was finished, but putting it up on the screen has once again revealed a couple of areas that need balancing and massaging. Can you see where they are?

I have been adding beads and other bits and pieces, and finally some hand embroidery.

When I am working on something like this, every step of the way I am seeking to bring balance and harmony to my work, in colour, texture and tone.

Coming from a painterly background (I am not naturally a needlewoman) I feel I have found a medium with which I can really express myself. I love the tactile quality of textiles, and the colours too, but have always been trying to find ways of making my work look more flowing, organic and pictorial.

The colourwash technique, where you piece together small squares of fabric whose colours and textures blend into each other, was satisfying for a while. Then I "discovered" crazy patchwork, where one could work without the restrictions of measurements etc, building up a piece in a painterly fashion, having regard to creating something that is pleasing to the eye. It also gave me an opportunity to use those little bits and pieces I was enjoying collecting, such as beads, charms, ribbons, laces and other trinkets and precious bits and pieces.

Maureen C. in Queensland tells me that now I have discovered fibres, it is time I invested in one of those new "embellishing machines." They are a little like a sewing machine. except that they do not use threads. Instead of an ordinary needle, there is a cluster of barbed needles that embed fibres and fabrics and yarns in a base fabric, crearting a sort of felt- like surface.

Well, do I need a new toy? Or will it become a white elephant, as move on to another medium and way of expressing myself?

Meanwhile, this piece has ended up just a little bit bigger than I intended, and some of the sky does not show up on the scan. I am quite pleased with the way I have finally managed to soften the horizon, by appliqueing down some silk ribbon, and adding some texture to the sea with straight stitches.

I will definitely get it framed, but first I must decide whether it should go behind glass or not. As someone who loves to touch stuff and enjoy it through my fingertips, my inclination is to leave it open. It is better for it to give pleasure in a tactile as well as a visual way for five years than to have it protected behind glass for twenty.

SILK SEASCAPE - SECOND STAGE

I am having a ball. Today I dragged out all sorts of fancy yarns and threads, and couched them onto my picture, mainly using my sewing machine. My fancy yarns are in the most dreadful tangle, as I rummage through them trying to find just the right one.

The house is also a bit of a mess, and my craft stuff seems to be everywhere. I trip over things whenever I go into my sewing room - but, as I said, I am having fun. And I did manage to cook everyone a decent meal tonight, including beautiful fresh fish caught by John today!

Actually I have added more than this picture shows, including grasses and other greenery at the bottom, which greatly improves the design.Tomorow I will start adding beads, little shells and other bits and pieces. I can hardly wait. I feel like a kid who has just discovered fingerpaint!

MORE SILK INSPIRATIONS

The creative juices are flowing at the moment, and I have been working on the background for a seascape, using silk paper.

Actually, it is not just silk paper, because my bundle of fibres includes some wool, and also some artificial fibres. There is also a bag or two of dyed fibres from some unidentified animal. I say that, because they do not behave like silk or wool. They are smooth and curly...perhaps a dog or goat? I have had them for a long time, and just cannot remember where they came from. Some of these curly bits were used to create the white foam of the waves in the middle ground.

Nevertheless, I have used a mixture of fibres, in order to include a fuller range of colours and textures, and have bound them all together with a textile medium. (I can't wait to order more silk from the Thread Studio in Perth!)

This morning I fixed the silk paper to a background, which included some silk fabrics for the distant sea and sky.

The piece was too wide to fit completely on my scanner bed. So I have taken it from two different angles. One thing I have decided as a result is that the proportions of an A4 sheet are much more pleasing than my original proportions.

Now the fun begins. Out will come all the embellishments...fancy yarns, beads, shells, tiny buttons, charms, lace and net.

There will be some embroidery, and some of the yarns will be couched on. I suspect I will end up putting some darker green grass and foliage shapes at the base, to give the piece some "weight." I can also see that I may need to soften the horizon a little...perhaps some thinned white paint?

I had not realised before how useful it is to put an image of a work-in-progress onto the computer screen in order to assess the balance and harmony. It beats squinting at it from a distance!

SERIOUS ABOUT SILK

To me, there is nothing so sensuous as silk...although the sensation of chocolate melting in one's mouth comes close. Silk delights both the eyes and the fingers..and other parts of the body too if you are wearing it.

I don't know if it is the exotic connotations, with its Asian origins, but silk conjures up images of luxury, pampering and indulgence.

Silk is also a delight to work with for the artist/craftsperson. It has a wonderful combination of crispness and softnes, and colours blend beautifully and brightly into its fibres.

For a long time I have loved working with silk fabric (I have a special fondness for dupion), threads and ribbons. Now I have discovered silk paper.

Three years ago, at the Crazypatch Retreat in Canberra, I bought some little bags of 'silk throwster's waste' from a lady who had a stall there on the Sunday morning. I did not know what I was going to do with it, I just knew that I loved the look and feel of it.

Now I have discovered silk paper, or silk 'fusion' as it is properly called, and I am putting it to good use. I have obtained some carded tussah silk fibres from the Thread Studio in Perth...and I am itching to obtain a greater vartiety of colours as the ideas for using the silk paper keep filling my thoughts when I should be thinking of more mundane things.

The 'paper' is easy to make. It is easier than felting with wool fibres, although the silk fibres must be bound together with a medium, because they do not have the little hooks that wool fibres have, enabling them to bond together. It only takes a few minutes to produce a "page", although you must then wait a few hours for it to dry.

The first thing I am going to make are some silk leaves, ready for some of the pages of the fabric book Round Robin I am involved in. The throwster's waste lends itself beautifully to this, with its crinkles and curls and texture. Some of them I will machine or hand embroider to make the veins and outlines...but some of the finer pieces will just be delicate backgrounds for embroideries.
This is such an exciting and versatile medium, and I am going to have such fun playing with it, and embellishing it with threads, exotic yarns, ribbons, beads and other delights. I am dreaming of trees and forests, of seascapes and rockpools, rivers, sunsets, flowing hair from spirit figures, mists, mountains, waterfalls, gardens ......all in silk!

THE BISHOP AND THE CROCODILE HUNTER

Flying over the town of Sola

As I mentioned in my last posting, John has been in Vanuatu, and on the Monday, he and George hopped on the plane from Vila to travel to Sola on the island of Vanua Lava at the far north of the country. Here they were able to have a reunion with Jimmy, but also renew friendships with all those people he met when the group of Norfolkers went there 14 years ago to build the church/training school at Port Patteson.

At that time, after being delivered to the small airstrip near Sola, the group had walked for three hours to Port Patteson where they were to live and work for 2-3 weeks. At one stage of their trek, they had to cross a river, and the locals told them that there were crocodiles in this river, the only crocs in Vanuatu. They told the story of how Bishop Patteson had been there (back in the 1860's) and he had some small "pet" crocodiles aboard the Mission ship "Southern Cross." We do not know how he had obtained these baby crocs, but they had possibly been an unusual gift from someone in Queensland.

It seems, however, that these creatures escaped their cage and the ship while he was there and found their way to the river, and it was impossible to retrieve them. The Bishop, in a great act of faith, promised the locals that God would never allow anyone to be harmed by the crocodiles, and to this day, no one has been hurt. There was a time when a young girl ended up in the jaws of one, but she was released with only a few scratches. It would appear that the people in that area have a two-fold respect for the crocodiles - a natural respect for their strength and power to harm, but also a sort of reverence because they are descended from the ones that had belonged to their beloved Bishop Patteson.

Now while John was there this time, the locals were keen to tell him some new crocodile stories. It seems that last year, one of the larger beasts had the bad luck to take a shark hook. The poor animal thrashed around for hours trying to free itself from the barb. When it was utterly exhausted, the menfolk were able to secure it, free the hook from its mouth, and leave it to recover it from its ordeal. They proudly showed John and George photos of the event. It would appear that the crocodile was at least 6 metres long!

Hands in the croc's jaws

They also told how in recent years, one of the crocs had been in the "port" into which the river flows, and had been carried by a strong current right down to a small island near Santo, an hour's flight away. The animal had taken up residence, but had not endeared itself to the locals there as it fed itself on their fowl, pigs and other livestock. Because of the association with Bishop Patteson, who is revered right throughout Vanuatu and the Solomons, they did not want to harm it. So they called in the Crocodile Hunter Steve Irwin, who successfully caught it, and supervised its transport back to its home. Steve must really have captured the imagination of the people there, and they spoke of him with great affection. However, when John said how sad it was that he had died, there was enormous shock and distress, because the news of his passing had not yet reached them in that remote spot! John had not expected to be the bearer of such sad news!

The older gentleman in the cap, standing proudly on top of the croc, is Norman, who is Jimmy's grandfather.

TRAVELLER'S TALES

No, I have not actualy been travelling any further than the 5 miles by 3 of our little island for nearly 3 years now. But I am always excited to follow the travels of others, and none more than the those of our offspring.

Last month, George, who comes from Vanuatu, decided to return home to Vila for a holiday. His wife Chrissie, and his two girls Julia and Enia, and mother-in-law Edna, had gone a few months before, and George had stayed back here on Norfolk to hold the fort, and to keep an eye on father-in-law Ernie. Sadly, Ernie passed away while his family were away.

Our John decided it would be a good opportunity to make a return visit to Vanuatu himself. He had spent some time there 14 years ago helping build a new cyclone church/school at Port Patteson in Vanua Lava, along with some other Norfolkers. This was where he first met Jimmy, who came to live with John in 2005 for about 6 months, to gain some experience of the wider world.

In this picture, George(left) is shown with his cousin Andre, in the markets at Vila. While he was there, John actually stayed in a hotel in Vila, but he spent quite a bit of time enjoying the wonderful hospitality of George and Andre's family, who live in the village of Melimat, outside Vila. Charles and Kim also experienced the warmth of their welcome and hospitality when they travelled there last year. They do not enjoy much of the conveniences and affluence of the world you and I know, but their warmth and love are in abundance, it would seem.

Up in the islands, the houses were usually built of natural materials.....easily blown down in a storm or earthquake, but also easily rebuilt with the help of friends and family. Nowadays, however, many islanders opt to build themselves a basic, but more sturdy dwelling from concrete blocks. While he is living and working on Norfolk, George is saving to complete his own home in the village. This is the stage it is at currently.George's family live in quite a good house, by Vanuatu village standards, even equipped with a proper kitchen. But they still prefer to cook and eat the traditional way in their outdoor oven, and it was here that the boys were treated to feasts of traditional foods, cooked Vanuatu style. One of their main dished is "lap-lap" in which starchy vegetables such as Yam or taro are ground up, bound with coconut and coconut milk,wrapoped in banana leaves (poor man's foil) and cooked in a sort of cake with meats in the centre.

One of the meats they were served one night was flying fox...I am not sure if John sampled it or not! For the meal, they sat at the other end of the outdoor verandah area, which was covered with clean woven mats. Last year, the family gave Kim and Charles two of these mats to bring home for Bernie and me. But I am afraid that I have not had the years of practice sitting in this fashion on the floor to eat!!

Not far from the village there is a magnificent waterfall, where he and George enjoyed a refreshing dip.In a future posting, I will tell you about the week that John and George spent at Sola and Port Patteson in Vanua Lava, which is an hour or two's flight further north!

THE DESK ARRIVES

There was great excitement when Peter, who was at the airport collecting the mail, rang to say that the Bishop's desk had arrived on the plane. It was only 5-6 days at the most since it had been dispatched from England! Indeed it may have arrived even earlier if the flights to Norfolk had been more frequent.

On Monday morning, after getting a clearance from Customs, Bern and David, plus John and Darren from the Joinery, took the boxes to the Patteson Room at the Parish Centre for the unpacking and unveiling. They were joined by Rev'd Rod, who took some of these photos.

As the desk had travelled in three parts, we were unsure of how it would go together. As it turned out, neither hammer, nail or glue was needed, as the top fitted neatly and snugly over the two banks of drawers on each side. Beautifully designed back in the 1860's, possibly with the need to transport it at some stage in mind. But little did the carpenter, William Champion, realise that it would go all the way to England by sea, and then back again more than a century later by air!

The Bishop's desk is solid, well used, and has a wonderful patina of age. The signs of wear, and the numerous inkstains only enhance it, and give rise to imaginings of all the letters, diary entries, stories and novels that have been penned there. I refer not only to writings from Bishop Patteson, but the prolific literary outpourings from his cousin Charlotte Yonge, who inherited it from him, and would have used this desk for almost thirty years. We do not know who used it after her, but we do know that for the past 45 years, it belonged to a Swedish born lady living in England. This lady had received the desk from some grateful patient, whom she had nursed over a long period. This lady died last year, and that is how the desk came to be put up for auction by her family.

The drawers glide smoothly, and it is fascinating to see the inscriptions of the carpenter's pencil in the bottom of the drawers, labelling the position of that particular drawer. The writing is is almost as fresh and legible as the day it was written, about 140 years ago, great testimony to the archival qualities of the humble lead pencil!

John and Darren were interested to try and identify some of the timbers used in the making of the desk, and particularly the lovely inlays on the top. Among others, they recognised Blackbean, and White Cedar (which would have been growing locally.) The main body of the desk is of Kauri, which would have been brought in from New Zealand. Many old Norfolk buildings contain Kauri and other New Zealand hardwoods.

The desk's "new/old" home is right on the site of Bishop Patteson's house at the Mission. In his letters home, John Coleridge Patteson used to write fondly of his study there, which was like his living room. Here he would read and write and study, occasionally going out onto his little verandah to enjoy the breezes and the delights of the gardens around. He particularly enjoyed the honeysuckle growing up the posts. His study also had adjoining doors opening into the old Mission Chapel, which gave him an opportunity to talk and pray with the Mission boys who came there for times of quiet meditation at all hours of the day or night.

It is so heartwarming to have this lovely link with the past returned to us.

In a future posting, I would like to tell you more about Charlotte Yonge. The members of the Charlotte Yonge Fellowship were very keen to obtain this desk, which is why the price went so high. It is only fitting that we should take the opportunity to pay tribute to this fine lady, because the profits from some of her writings funded our Chapel Organ, and also the Mission Ship "Southern Cross."

OPENINGS

The second month of the Book RR I am involved with is coming to a close.

This afternoon, I put the final stitches to the page I have been working on, and on Monday I will set it off on its journey to Chriss in Newcastle in England for her contribution.

This month I have worked on a page with the theme "Openings". This project belongs to Melissa in New Zealand, and the theme offers all sorts of possibilities. For a while I considered featuring the Opening of a Show (with me as the Star), but do you know, although I get great pleasure out of my craft, and working at it makes me really happy, I have never been good at light-hearted subjects or poking fun at things. I think I am worried that it will make my work more ephemeral, trite or kitsch, and that is definitely something I want to avoid....although I admire people who can do it well.

So I went down a more familiar path, and chose two "openings" in the natural world...a hollow log, and an opening in the reef.

For the marine scene, I did something for the first time...I used some paper. The fish came swimming straight towards me from the pages of the current National Geographic. He was the perfect size and colouring for my purposes. So out came the Mixed Media Artist's staple stand-by, the Gel Medium, and he was placed in the cool green waters of my handpainted background.

The hollow log is actually something I have done before, on a larger scale in a wallhanging. It was a fleeting image that I saw on a Natural History programme on TV many years ago. It became imprinted on my mind, and I was not happy until I had interpreted it in fabric. The surrounding log was done in Crazy patchwork style, using a variety of fabrics and dyed laces. I think it was one of my earliest Crazy patch projects. I gave it away as a gift to some friends, and when their marriage broke up, I believe the husband kept it, because it had been given for his birthday. I hope he still enjoys it.

The log page proved a bit more of a challenge, and I ended up doing some unpicking, even after I had joined the two pages together back to back. I am much happier with it now. I always have to work at getting the balance and contrast right before I am happy with a project. Colour is something that comes easily to me...design is something I find it bit more challenging. But taking part in projects such as these puts one on a great learning curve, as they challenge you, and take you out of your comfort zone!

AN UNEXPECTED ANZAC VISITOR

We were sitting at the breakfast table this morning, when the phone rang.

It was Charles.

"Quick, Mum, come down to our place, and bring your camera. There is a Boobook owl in the tree in front of our house."




Now I should explain that just a few years ago, the Norfolk Island Boobook owl was the rarest creature on the planet. Loss of habitat, and the predations of rats and feral cats had taken their toll, and there was just one owl left. Maimitti, as the lone survivor was called (after Fletcher Christian's Tahitian wife) seemed doomed to a life of childless spinsterhood, and when she died, her species would be extinct.




It was decided to bring in two Boobook males from New Zealand. New Zealand Boobooks are very closely related to the Norfolk ones. They were released into the rainforest. Safe nesting boxes had been prepared, and programmes of rat and cat control were underway. We hoped for the best.



One of the males was never seen again. But the other one, miraculously, teamed up with Maimitti. He became known as Tintoela, which means "Sweetheart" in the Norfolk language.


Eventually the baby Boobooks arrived, and gradually over the years, the numbers began to increase in the National Park.



It was when the unmistakeable nocturnal owl call began to be heard in other parts of the island that we knew the recovery programme had been a success, and that the Boobooks were once again part of the Norfolk environment.

In recent weeks, we have been hearing the owl call at night in the woodland down behind "Devon" and "Devonside." Charles started playing a recording of the mating call from his window hoping to entice the bird closer, but with no luck.

Imagine his surprise this morning when he heard a fluttering in the Whitewood in front of his house, and there was a Boobook, in broad daylight. The creature did not look well, and seemed to be in some difficulty, using his wings to maintain his hold on the branch. Eventually he managed to gain a better footing.



We rang Cristina to bring her super-duper camera, with its amazing zoom. I myself only managed a couple of shots before my battery gave out! Meanwhile, the bird seemed to be watching us with equally strong fascination!


We also rang Robbie from Parks and Wildlife, and he came quickly with a long net, hoping to snare the bird, and have it checked out by the vet. However, as the net approached the creature, it spread its wings and flew to the branch of a nearby pine tree, too high up to be reached. It was, nevertheless, encouraging to know that it was still able to fly.



Eventually the boobook flew back into the bush. we hope he will be okay. Meanwhile we are delighted and amazed by this opportunity to view him at close quarters in broad daylight.