Bruiser in print
I wanted to share with you some snippets from a little article I did for my friends at the downunder magazine this month…
As usual Tara has put together a great little collection of gorgeous images and amazing Aussie characters, and was kind enough to include…
Bruce of Bimbadeen. AKA Bruiser. AKA Pagi. AKA My Dad.
It was an article that was easy and tricky to write at the same time. I mean, I KNOW the subject through and through. But writing about one’s own father? Challenging. There is such a thing as being TOO close and caring TOO much what the subject thinks. Especially when he wants to edit his own quotes. And version of reality. And list of injuries. Heh.
These are some of the images used – you’ll recognise a couple of them…
The tweetie bird bandaid… a choice of dressing that still makes me giggle on that craggy, partial-digit-missing hand…
I cannot tell you how much I adore this photo – a very rare image of my grandfather and his three children. That is Dad on the left, standing so straight and tall…
This is my grandmother, who was the most remarkable woman. Her strength and determination is evident in my father, and are traits also handed on to most of her female descendents. Especially my sister Jeanie. And my daughter too. I see a tiny bit of my Dash in the image of the three-year-old on the trike, don’t you?
I explored some of Dad’s history in the downunder article – of how his life was shaped by a man who would pass away just days after Dad began his first and only year of secondary school. The fire in Dad’s belly for the cattle and the land were planted by this enigma (my grandfather) – a man I will never know and whose real character I can only guess at, through the tinted retelling of childhood tales recalled by my father. He gives enormous credit to his mother though too – family has always been key in Dad’s life. And even when he drives us all crazy with his bull-at-a-gate approach to things, we do know how much value he places on those of us who share his world.
This photo makes me a little sad – the dog in this photo is Dad’s beloved Bernie. He had to put him down a couple of days ago – old age and the heat caught up to him after many years of loyal service. Am pretty sure it just about broke Dad’s heart, but (as any bushie knows) it was the kindest thing to do. The hardest and kindest. My ‘invincible’ Dad has been not 100% lately, and we have all been very worried. To have to say goodbye to an old mate on top of being ill must’ve been extra tough.
As I write this, my parents are boarding a cruise ship. Or as Dad likes to call it: The Feedlot. They will spend Christmas somewhere out to sea – eating, resting, making friends and relaxing (I hope). They totally deserve it.
We will spend the next few days here tidying up cattle work that still needs to be done (don’t fret Dad – the innoculations are almost all completed!) and then having a couple of days at the coast with Mr Incredible’s family…we are all looking forward to just stopping still for a little. And swimming. A lot. (The heat and humidity are crazy here at the moment!) And we will have a belated Christmas with my family – where Dad will no doubt regale us with the best and worst of the food eaten and how much weight he has gained! (And Mum will roll her eyes and tell us about the most interesting people and the shopping highlights.)
How about you?
Christmassing at home or away?
Are you sharing it with any characters of note?
PS If anyone wants to see the full article on Dad, the downunder magazine is at most good Aussie newsagents – or you can subscribe here.