ENGAGING SOCIAL NETWORKS

Hi:  My name is Janice Gustafson and I am a member of Wealthy Affiliate.  This  post is aimed at engaging members of Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.   I am already a member of each of these social networks, but I am seeking friends.

I am a native of Moab, Utah, and Moab is my niche.  I  do not live there now, but it is my hometown and my  memories of it (the way it used to be), are vivid.   I was raised on a cattle ranch about 20 miles from Moab.   Moab is in Grand County, but the ranch was in San Juan County

Many of y.ou are familiar with Moab, and many of my friends are current or former residents.  Aren’t we lucky to live or have lived in such a beautiful

As I stated before, this post is aimed toward  meeting and engaging new friends.  You are invited to comment and/or ask questions;

.I would like to invite you to comment on my post, and please feel free to ask questions.  I will be very  happy to get back to you.

Thank you.

Janice Gustafson, May 4, 2019,  moabmemories.com

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LIVING IN AUSTRALIA

It has been 30 years since I lived in Australia with my family.  We loved living there, and the memories we have are still active and alive for us.

THE FLIGHT

We were met in San Diego by my cousin, Mike Woods, (since deceased).  Mike and I were very close, even though we were distant cousins, and he was serving in the Navy there.  We were also joined by friends Jean Morley and children. The Morley family were good friends from Phoenix whose husband and father. Dick Morley, was also employed by the same company.  The boys were Tom and Troy.  My children (now, of  course, adults, ) were Jo, Kirk and Tarie.

We were traveling with five children, and it was challenging, but fun.  We had a day’s stopover in Honolulu and we used the time for sightseeing and the children were well behaved and we enjoyed the time  there.   We were, however, greatly relieved when we reached Canberra, and we were anxious to get settled there.

Bob, of course, already had many friends.  He had hired the chef away from the hotel where he had been staying. The chef was Axel Nielsen, and he and his wife Jo, became very good friends, and I miss them to this day.  I am friends with their son Mark, on Facebook and I really enjoy communicating with him and reminicing.

THE FIRST WEEK (The Dinner Prarty and the big goof)

I was settled in  a few days, so I hosted a dinner party for some Australian friends and the Nielsens, who were from England.  Sometime during the meal, we began talking about the rodeo which was going to take place soon in Canberra. 

 At the time, I was a big rodeo fan, but was beginning to have sympathy for the mistreated animals.  I made the statement, “I plan to go to the rodeo and ROOT  for the cowboys.”  Well, I got some very strange looks and it was explained to me that “root” in Australia is the worse word you can say, and it is like the “f” word here.  I was quite horrified, and it was my first introduction to Australianese.

A YANKEE IN AUSTRALIA

 

Much of this post may be redundant and irrelevant, since my life in Australia occurred many years ago, (1968, 1969,1970, 1971).  My children are now adults, with children and grandchildren of their own.

But my life in Australia is still vivid in my memory, and I am confident that writing a post about it will make it remain even more vividly.

THE FLIGHT

We were joined in the flight by my good friend (deceased) Jean Morley and her boys, Tom and Troy.  The long layover in Honolulu was pleasant, and we spent it entertaining our children with sightseeing and shopping.

CANBERRA

We arrived in Canberra, exhausted, travel worn and jetlagged, to find that my husband, Bob, already had a long list of friends and a busy social life.  Why was I surprised?

That night, (the night of our arrival) Bob had a dinner planned at the hotel where he had been staying.  He had hired the chef from the hotel, Axel Nielsen, to be the office manager at the project.  Axel and his wife Jo, became very good friends.   I am now friends on Facebook with their son, Mark Nielsen, and we chat quite often.

I sort of “collapsed” during the dinner party and had to be taken go my room, due to exhaustion.

THE DINNER PARTY   and my gaffe

After the first week in Canberra, I was settled enough to plan a dinner party for our new friends, and our old friends, the Morley’s.

Our conversation during dinner turned to plans for attending the coming rodeo.  I made the statement that “I was going to the rodeo to ROOT for the cowboys.”  There were giggles and raised eyebrows all around the table, and I was informed that “root” was absolutely the  worst word that could be uttered in Australia.  It was compared to the “f” word in the US.  I was quite horrified and my  husband was not amused.  My first lesson in Aussie language.

By this time we were settled in Canberra and my children were settled in schools.

Canberra is (was) a beautiful city;  it is the capitol of Australia, and it is well-planned and well-managed.  As an example, when you buy a new home. you are furnished plants and shrubs by the government.

I am basically a confirmed conservative, but I will admit that the free schools, free medical and other socialistic offers, were rather nice.  But, I remain a conservative Republican.

Our life in Canberra consisted of social gatherings with our friends, some nightlife with dancing, picnics, trap shooting and horse races.

NAIVE RACEHORSE OWNERS

We were part owners of a horse, “Chips” or “Woodcut” was his racing name.  If I remember correctly, we leased him with 4 others.  He was a great horse and he won some races, but we found out the trainer was rather shady and we were naïve owners.  We had a good reason to have him lose his license, because he raced  him in Sydney under his own name.  but a lawsuit was expensive and the other owners declined to participate, so we let it go.

We still loved the horse races.  We were members of the racing club and attended often.  I always wore heels, a dress, and quite often, a hat.  Those were the glamorous days!!

HAY THERE !

As we became settled in Australia, Dick Morley and Bob became very interested and quite proficient in trapshooting.

Arrangements were made for us to attend the Nationals in the outback town of Hay, and reservations were made for the families at a hotel.  The trip to Hay was long, but interesting.  We saw a few trees and quite a few kangaroos.

THE HOTEL

We were quite dismayed by the hotel. It was quite old and not very clean.  The bathrooms were down the hall.  We sat at the same tables for every meal and we were expected to use the same serviette “napkin” for all meals, no matter if it became soiled.

BUT the 5 children loved the hotel.  They could run through the halls with no problems and make all the noise they wanted.

THE PICNIC

At this time in our lives, we were heavily into paying bridge, and we spent many hours with the Morleys, playing bridge and smoking cigarettes

We spent our time at the lovely picnic playing bridge while sitting around a big empty spool,  The chlidren were playing peacefully and life was good.

THE COMPETITION AND THE CAR

Bob and Dick Morley were entered in the trapshoot for the winning of a new car.  They shot for what seemed like hours,  and Jean and I were constantly buyinb and bringing them more shells.  They eventually won the competition  and I cannot remember the year or the make of the car.   I do remember they sold it and split the money, and we all came out quite well.

SUMMARY

We spent 4 1/2 years in Australia.  We bought a home, started a rental business, became permanent residents, but homesickness for the USA prompted our return. The kids and I returned on a cruise ship (that is another story), and Bob and the dog came later.

We loved living in Australia and will forever cherish our memories of our time there.

.Thank you for reading my  post.

Janice  , May 3, 2019.