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Bamboo - having once dated a musician who hailed from St. Catherine, Kingston, Jamaica, a big bamboo has an entirely different meaning when sung about by a large, dreadlocked gentleman, and for the benefit of all the gentlemen who log on to the GNR, my long ago love swore by a rather sticky tinned drink called "Nutriment" (available in all good Caribean Stores), to keep his teeth shiny and pelt glossy, ect ect....ciao, Meg
Meg Rybicki (formerly Margaret) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Mullanyduff, Co Leitrim, Ireland
Sunday, November 30, 2003 at 23:05:58 (UTC)
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It is said that the leaves of Bamboo are an effective aphrodisiac.
I have never tried the leaves, but I can confirm that
If you sleep on a bamboo bed, as you get older it gets harder and harder, and you wakke up stiff in the morning.
Now this is definitely my last posting on Bamboo -
This Month !!!
But don't knock it folks - we can all learn a great deal from Bamboo.
BAMBOOZLED
Bamboo (many genera, up to 1100 species.)
POACEAE, Grass Family
One of the most easily identified plants is tree-sized bamboo, belonging to a large subfamily, Bambusoideae, of the grass family (Poaceae).
These plants are indigenous to the wet tropics, where they form dense stands, often clones arising from a single seed or rhizome.
These large monocotyledons have stems with very long internodes, defined by an encircling leaf at each node. New, sharp-pointed shoots arises from the aggressive below-ground rhizomes, anchored in soil by adventitious roots. The shoot typically grows vertical without branches at first, and the first leaves commonly are large, triangular structures. Because the internodes may elongate rapidly, during a rainy season shoots of certain bamboos can grow 10 to 20 meters in one month! After the main shoot has reached sunlight, branches form from axillary buds located at the nodes. The second leaves often are much smaller and very different in appearance than the large clasping leaves of the main shoot.
Bamboos are of enormous importance to rural people in tropical regions, especially in southern and southeastern Asia. First of all, the main stem, which in a few species reaches 30 meters, is extremely hard. Most people would call this stem "woody," but the truth is that bamboos, like other monocotyledons, do not form true wood from a vascular cambium. Nonetheless, bamboo is called "poor-man's timber," especially in regions where the native forests have long since disappeared. The cells of the stem have very thick cell walls containing high concentration of lignin, making them hard.
Stems of bamboo are especially interesting in having hollow internodes and solid nodes. As such, these stems are beautifully engineered as posts for small buildings, bridges, rafts and masts for boats, scaffolding, ladders, roofing, and the like, and if the solid nodal plugs are removed, the stem can be used as a water or sewage pipe. Thinner poles are used for fishing rods, lance staves, walking sticks, and horticultural poles. Among crafted items are specialty pieces of furniture, such as cradles, cart yokes, musical instruments, fishing traps, bows and arrows, eating utensils, hookah pipes, trays for silkworms, coffins for cremation, polo mallets, rickshaw hoods, and trellises. For things to wear look for bamboo being used for hats, plaited shoes, umbrella handles, ornaments, and necklaces. Stems are processed to make paper, especially in India-more than 2 million tons per year (especially Dendrocalamus strictus; Phyloostachys spp. in China and Japan--and the stem has been carbonized for use as electric lamp filaments, in goldsmithery, and tabashir, a fine powder used as a chemical catalyst. Bamboo wax is melted cuticle from the stems of Sasa paniculata. A long list of medicinal uses have been tried for bamboos, including a jaundice treatment, and if your eyes are looking a little dull, try some bamboo eyeliner!
Bamboo shoots for cooking are very young shoot tips, harvested before they become woody. If you are eating bamboo shoots, you may also be using chopsticks made of bamboo or feasting on kabobs with bamboo skewers. The rhizome of Dendrocalamus hamiltonii is portrayed as a replica of a rhino horn, and, in that vein, is taken as an aphrodisiac. [Don't try this at home!]
Especially in California and Florida you will see bamboos used as ornamental plants. There are many cultivated species of the 1100 species, but most are extremely difficult to identify properly, because they hardly ever produce flowers. Bamboos are notorious for their strange flowering habits. Some have annual flowering, or nearly so, but many are termed gregarious and periodic. Of these, the entire plant flowers only at discrete intervals, e.g., 7, 11, 15, 30, 48, 60, or 120 year intervals. When flowering occurs, all clumps in a region commonly bloom at the same time, and they set seed before the plants all die, and the species must be reestablished from seed. This catastrophic death is troublesome for animals that may depend on a particular species of bamboo, such as the giant panda in China.
http://www.botgard.ucla.edu/html/botanytextbooks/economicbotany/Bamboo/
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Extract from:
http://www.inbar.int/publication/txt/INBAR_PR_03.htm
Utilisation
Due to its fast growth, easy propagation, soil binding properties, and short rotation, bamboo is an ideal plant for use in afforestation, soil conservation and social forestry programme. Various aspects of research on utilisation carried out on bamboos in India have been summarised by Varmah and Bahadur 1980, The traditional and other uses in India are summarised below:
Traditional Uses: The strength of bamboo culms, their straightness, lightness, combined with hardness, range in sizes, hollowness, long fibre and easy working qualities, make them suitable for a variety of purposes In the humid tropics houses are built entirely of bamboo without using a single iron nail. Large suspension bridges are made solely of canes/bamboos by the tribals. Among the sophisticated uses, the manufacture of variety of writing and other paper, charcoal for electric batteries, liquid diesal fuel obtained by distillation, enzymes and media from shoot extracts used for culturing pathogenic bacteria are important. The white powder produced on the outer surface of young culms for the isolation of a crystalline compound is medicinally useful. Tabasheer or Banslochan, is a popular medicine which is a silicious secretion found in the culms of some species. It occurs in either fragments or in masses (2 cm thick) chalky, translucent or transparent and tasteless and is used as a cooling tonic and aphrodisiac and in asthama, cough and other debilitating diseases (Raizada et al, 1936).
Bamboos are also commonly used as agricultural implements for afforestation of river banks, anchors, arrows, boats, bows, broom, brushes, chairs, chicks, containers, cooking utensils, cordages, dustbins, fishing rods, flutes, flower pots, fuel, furniture, fish traps, hedges, hats, kit frames, ladders, lamps, mallets, musical instruments, paper, pens, poles, pulp rafts, rayons, roofing, ropes, scaffolding, tobacco pipes, toys, tool handles, table mats, tubs, umbrella handles, walking sticks, water pipes and wrappers.
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Use of bamboo shoots as pickles, in chutneys etc has been increasing.
Some species have very succulent shoots which are highly nutritious and palatable. These are consumed in a variety of ways. Cultivation of edible bamboos can increase foreign exchange and therefore bamboo-shoot farms are important.
Leaves of some species form good fodder, especially for elephants.
In some species, there is a bitter element - hydrocyanic acid present in the leaves, poisonous to the animals. Bamboo seeds are used as food grains at the times of famine.
Living bamboos provide good fencing along farm houses, gardens and bungalows serving as ornamentais as well. Some of the dwarf types of bamboos are used as ornamental plants in trays and pots.
Bamboos are also used in the pharmaceutical industry. Extraction of an important drug - Taibashir from the dry-culms of some species of bamboos is well known.
The sugar silica from the culms is used as a cooling tonic and an aphrodisiac. Rhizomes of bamboo species are cut into small pieces for use as buttons.
Bamboos are also grown for afforestation of denuded lands to check soil erosion. It is a fast growing source of fuel wood for the rural people.
Bamboo charcoal is preferred in gold-smithy.
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Extract from:
http://bamboocentral.org/whybamboo.html
AN ANCIENT MEDICINE ...
Bamboo has for centuries been used in Ayurvedic medicine and Chinese herbal medicine . Tabasheer, the powdered, hardened secretion from bamboo is used internally to treat asthma, coughs and can be used as an aphrodisiac.
In China, ingredients from the root of the black bamboo help treat kidney disease. Roots and leaves have also been used to treat venereal disease and cancer.
Sap is said to reduce fever, and ash will cure prickly heat.
A village in Indonesia reports that the water form within the culm is used to treat broken bones effectively and that the tabasheer is used to promote fertility in their cows. Current research points to bamboo's potential in a number of medicinal uses.
Ron Clibborn-Dyer [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Hong Kong SAR, China
Sunday, November 30, 2003 at 11:52:11 (UTC)
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Tina I dont think Doug Waybush is telling all, he forgot to mention he added a little rider as below.
Tina - all I said to them was "Can I nestlè up to you ? " and would you like a liq-----uorice.
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Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Sunday, November 30, 2003 at 10:07:59 (UTC)
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Tina - all I said to them was "Can I nestlè up to you ? "
Doug Waybush [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Maryland, USA, and London, England
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 23:17:22 (UTC)
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Doug, regarding your statement, us old ones need all the help we can get ,
SPEAK FOR YOUR SELF WHITE MAN. Johnny.
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Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 20:32:05 (UTC)
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Doug that's what happens when you pour chocolate on your dates and Miss Manners says that attempting to string your lady companions onto pieces of bamboo is bad ton.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 18:56:58 (UTC)
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Ayub
I tried some research on the Internet and came up with the following strange statement:
"The rhizome of Dendrocalamus Hamiltonii is taken as an aphrodisiac. Don't try this at home".
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 18:50:35 (UTC)
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Ayub - the trouble with dates is that they are very sticky . Do you use the bamboo as a skewer ? I use satay , but it hasn't made a great difference to my life.
Doug Waybush [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Maryland, USA, and London, England
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 18:41:49 (UTC)
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Ayub
Don't keep us in suspense, give us the details! Does one eat the roots or does one use bamboo splints to keep it up? You are still young but us old boys need all the help we can get :-)
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 18:08:57 (UTC)
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Lets cut the jingo out about this bamboo stuff! The reason for this prolonged discussion is that the stuff is an aphrodisiac...why this reluctance to admit it!! Try it with dates...and see the difference it makes to your....life!!!!!!!!!!
Ayub Ismail Zumla [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Manchester, United Kingdom
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 17:32:29 (UTC)
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Doug,
Bamboo torture is a whole new episode - but if you insist I will prepare a treatise on it and post it here,
just for you. You must speak to Philip for getting me started on Bamboo.
I did reply to your message about my visit to the Cape - it is Greyton - north of Caledon and Hermanus that I am going to - not Greytown near you.
Cheers Ron
Ron Clibborn-Dyer [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Hong Kong SAR, China
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 16:58:07 (UTC)
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Ron
Is this bamboo stuff some kind of Chinese torture to revenge on us for waffling on too much about the rugby? Did you get my email about your forthcoming visit to Greyton / Greytown?
Alix and Linda
Sincere wishes for a speedy recovery to you both.
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 13:52:03 (UTC)
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Jaqui
Ali is thrilled to have your package and thanks you so much for your surprise.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 02:20:49 (UTC)
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Now it can be told.
Ali was so moved by Linda's operation that she decided to come out in sympathy! Her health hasn't been good and it's no surprise her immune system is a bit low. When I spoke to her on Wednesday afternoon W.A. time in Instant Message she had been experiencing severe pains and fever left untreated which had worsened and was waiting for a ride to the doctor. Well, they hospitalised her. Happy Birthday Keys Family! I spoke to her in hospital. She's fine. Expects to be home about Monday. Big sister Alice, now 17, is looking after Jade and Leah. Thanks Alice! We send our love to you and your sisters. Their STERLING friends Rosemary and John Milton are rallying round. They keep an eye out for this family all the time.
In the middle of this her dog Rosie had her three puppies. One pup had to be hand revived and have its nose blown into by Alice but Mum and three pups are doing well. It's all go in that household!
She thanks you for your birthday messages and sends her love to all. She somehow remembered out of the blue to wish my Ted and Linda's Tim a happy birthday for their respective days.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 02:11:32 (UTC)
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Now to finish off where this all began -
When the Banboo Flowers
A truly amazing sight - and maybe only sen once in a lifetime.
I have been very fortunate to see different varieties of bamboo flower at different times and in different countries around the world.
It is my personal contention that only bamboos of the same age flower at the same time all around the world - not altogether as stated alsewhere by other writers.
However it is my experience that many trees and plants will burst into frienzied flowering if they detect and extraordinary drought - no doubt an attempt at self preservation - as the seeds may remain dormant for many years until an extended drought is broken by the fabulous smell of impending rain that all of us who have lived in Central Africa will NEVER FORGET !!!
Memory and a Brake of Bamboo
Now's the time of year for the bamboo to blossom
which of course means the season for the swarm
to reassert itself around every eave and screen door,
wings pitched to a frequency that drives the dogs
crazy, that sends the neighbor's children screaming.
Yet in those rustling stalks lies the whisper
of a mother hurrying through her list of chores;
in the hive's subliminal harmony, the ghost music
that used to shape her lips whenever she returned
the dishes to their places in the kitchen cupboard.
In a twilight which seems like forgetfulness
when the landscape loses its own contours
if you close your eyes, you'll see her once more
swinging the dull hot evening away on the porch
adjacent to that lively reproductive bamboo,
swinging and also sighing occasionally
over the complaint of the porch swing's chain,
peeling the cinder-red (or dare I say blood-red)
pomegranate resting on a dishtowel in her lap
as if this time of year specifically will last forever.
Allen Braden
www.literarysalt.com/issue1.2001/poetry_ab_bamboo.html
Ron Clibborn-Dyer [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Hong Kong SAR, China
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 01:51:49 (UTC)
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Philip,
The Bamboo piece has been met with a stunned silence on the GNR - perhaps none ofus realized how important bamboo is to people living in equatorial climates where bamboo is the main biuilding material and source of much raw material for furniture and household utensils. It is the National Plant of Vietnam and I enclose the write up on this and some poetry on bamboo to keep the thread in the November archives. THere is even a form of poetry structure that bears the name 'Bamboo poetry" where the verses follow each other across the page separated by a hyphen to indicate the break [or node in bamboo]
Best wishes to you all,
We'll brave the deafening silent response to Bamboo thoughts from the GNR readers.
Ron
The Bamboo
Vietnamese - Cay tre
Bamboo is a plant with multiple use in Vietnam. Thanks to this plant, everything is possible in a country where nothing is easy, and where the people will not let any obstacles reject or stop them. It is the plant that lulls the life of a Vietnamese from the cradle to the tomb. Once deceased, the body of the dead person rests upon a tray made of bamboo. In a somewhat humoristic manner, J.C. Pomonti, a specialist in matters on Asia, has often labeled our civilization in his index of Le Monde newspaper as "the bamboo civilization" or "the chopsticks civilization".
It is true that there are only four countries in Asia that make up this civilization (China, Japan, Korea, and Vietnam).
But in Vietnam, the culture of the bamboo is very significant.
The bamboo is quoted in poetry, as well as in proverbs and folks songs.
Friend, enjoy your life now before you become too old
The bamboo has only one growth and man has only one life
Let's enjoy springtime before it goes away
Otherwise old age will catch us on its way
It is also said in Vietnamese:
Tre già làm sao u?n
Difficult to bend a bamboo when it is old
to remind parents that it is easier to educate their children in their tender age as it is harder to do it when they grow older. In the old days, Vietnamese people used this hollow, lightweight, and sturdy wood to build partitions, fences several meters high to protect their village against robbers. In the village, bamboo gives you everything. It provides the whole house; timber for walls, partitions and floors are made of slats of bamboo. Everything in the house is made with this hollow wood (furniture, beds, tables, various accessories, etc...) even drinking glass. Split into thin strips, it is used to weave ropes and strings. One makes use of the filament of bamboo called kelates to make baskets of any kind for transport as well as the conic hat to provide shelter from rain and the sun.
One knows how to make good use of this wood to create usual tools (the water bucket, the smoking pipe etc...). Bamboo also provides food for animals and even to the villagers, who eat as asparagus, the most tender bamboo shoots.
Even the roots of this hollow wood, unearthed and dried in the sun for entire weeks, would be used at the approach of Tet as firewood to cook sweet rice cakes, or to provide heat during the cold winter months in north and central Vietnam.
The bamboo becomes thus something "sacred", intimate, and peculiar to the village. It is thanks to the hedges made with this plant that the Vietnamese village finds its tranquility and intimacy as well as its traditions and virtues. Bamboo thus becomes the guardian angel of the villagers.
That is why it is said in a Vietnamese proverb that:
The King's authority stops at the gate of the village's bamboo hedge.
Phép vua thua l? làng.
It is also why nowadays this incomparable plant that facilitated our lives for so long can only be found in the village. The bamboo and the village are so closely dependent that a comparison is made of a man followed by his shadow. That is why one finds this evocation every now and then in the Vietnamese poetry. Every Vietnamese probably has that feeling on his or her passage to his or her native village through the following four verses:
Thì bao nhiêu c?nh mo màng,
Hi?n ra khi thoáng c?ng làng trông tre
One's dream becomes reality
Upon seeing the village's gate among the bamboo trees
D?ng bu?c noi dây lòng ng?n ngang,
Ngùi trông v? B?c, nh? tre làng.
As I stop here, a feeling of disorientation falls upon my heart
Forlornly looking north, I begin to miss the bamboo hedge of my village.
To find the bamboo is to find the village.
That is why
the bamboo becomes the representative symbol of Vietnam.
http://www.limsi.fr/Recherche/CIG/ebamboo.htm
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According to Feng Shui masters,
wherever bamboo is placed,
good fortune is sure to follow
Legend says a gift of living bamboo brings good fortune,
Bamboo
Bamboo, a tall grass, flowers only at long intervals-
30, 60, or even 120 years apart. At about the same time,
all plants of the same species--wherever they are in the
world--will burst into bloom. When this happens, whole
forests die and must be replanted.
The common became precious,
said grandfather remembering
the last time the forest bloomed.
Today that old man woke up,
beat his chest, and cried.
Lovers make a bed of the blossoms.
minuscule petals collect in their hair.
The carpenter lays down his saw.
The mayor calls a meeting
and holds his head.
Everyone I know is milling
along the street by the river.
Some move into their grandmother's house;
others sleep in the open.
It is the rainy season,
the temple is crowded.
Now a man raises his fist
to his wife for the first time.
Now the boatman leaves home before dawn;
children tuck away their laughter.
Though fish leaping
in the harbor seem larger,
they are more distant.
Each fire is built more sparingly
than the last.
I have one dream
for several nights
but can only recall
the tart incense of bamboo flowers
closing on my chest
as merciless as the river
the day it closed on my brother,
his hand tangled in his sturdy net.
http://www.ibiblio.org/pjones/poetry/bamboo.html
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BAMBOOO
Knowing how to bend without breaking
and sway when earth is quaking
bamboo wisdom is deep
Knowing when to send forth roots
and focus power through shoots
bamboo strength is amazing
Hearing bamboos rustle
is perfect poetry
and touching bamboo hairs
is ultimate sensuality
How much stronger, flexible,
and wiser we could be by
learning to bamboo our being!
http://galileo.spaceports.com/~newfield/bam/bamboo.htm
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Two Tanka
From outside my house,
only the faint distant sound
of gentle breezes
wandering through bamboo leaves
in the long evening silence.
Late evening finally
comes: I unlatch the door
and quietly
await the one
who greets me in my dreams.
-- Otomo No Yakamochi, (718-785)
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Bamboo by Beth Fowler
Wednesday, October 31, 2001
. . .impressions among trees.
A Buddhist compound.
Full of gold, reds, ten?thousand Buddhas.
Among meditating nuns, incense and orchids.
A clump of mature bamboo, creaking, clacking, groaning in the Asian wind.
A natural, percussional concert.
Green bones.
www.authorsden.com/visit/viewPoetry.asp?AuthorID=1344
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About Bamboo by Early Japanese Women Poets
Hidden orchids and tall bamboo -- / they are two of a kind. / Under the window I burn incese / reading the "Women's Admonishments." / Who speaks of painting only in terms of resemblance? / The tip of my brush records the essence of winter. - Cho Koran
The first winter rain -- / the bamboo / somewhere in the dawn. - Chiyo-ni
I repeat my vow / in unchanging colors of / the ageless bamboo -- / which still creates ten thousand / generations of shadows. - Gyokuran
Tapping the gourd / every night / the bamboo is uplifted. - Chiyo-ni
One must bend / in the floating world / snow on the bamboo. - Chiyo-ni
You rose / with eastern clouds / and left. / The dew on bamboo leaves / has longer stayed with me. - Izumi Shikibu
"I only love to paint bamboo / its greenness / reflected on my garment." - Ema Saiko
Let us plant / in a warrior's garden. / May you become bows, may you become arrows / clumps of bamboo / of ten thousand years. - Takabatake Shikibu
Flowers wither, but a fresh green appears; / the change of seasons causes tears to stain my clothes. / I remember cherries and bamboo shoots prepared in a kitchen far away, my sisters and family lack one member. - Cho Koran
Veils of light mist / envelop the curving inlet / weeping willows luxuriantly green / pomegranates blossom red. / With bamboo blinds rolled up / for a time I do nothing / sitting and facing the mountains -- / the spring rain. - Cho Koran
This gentleman / grows and grows / auspiciously: / learn from him / and you will ever flourish. - Otagaki Rengetsu
("bamboo crab" is the name of a spider)
Tonight is the night / my young love will come to me: / little bamboo crab / spider's antics make it clear./ Oh, very clear tonight. - Princess Sotoshi
What are you saying? / That we can't meet -- / not even for a time / brief as the space between joints / on the reeds of Naniwa? - Lady Ise
At the sound of wind / rustling bamboo leaves / near the window / short is my nap / and its dream. - Princess Shikishi
A short night -- / outside the window / bamboo rustles / a hint of autumn / while I sleep. - Princess Shikishi
Tonight / as hail falls / on bamboo leaves / rustling, rustling / how can I sleep alone? - Izumi Shikibu
Do see the pictures at:
http://www.womensearlyart.net/reference/poets/bamboo.html
www.womensearlyart.net/reference/poets/bamboo.html
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Kusano SHINPEI
BAMBOO
1000 Bamboo trees
Cold cold rain
1000 bamboo trees
Faintly
Smoking
1000 bamboo trees
Rainbow
http://www.dadako.narod.ru/more_poetry.htm
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Spirit Of a Bamboo
I wish you, Friend,
That finest thing
That I can wish for you -
Not health, nor wealth,
Not luck, but just
A spirit of Bamboo.
Bend with the wind
And thus survive
Though storms may flatten you.
Weep not at fate,
But spring erect
As Bamboo thickets do.
Wealth may be lost,
And health may fade,
Yet you'll be wise and true
If you can bend
And you can grow
With a spirit of bamboo!
Helene B. Grouse
http://members.tripod.com/~gopald/poem.htm
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The Flow
The bamboo is green
The lotus are pink
The waterfall flows
and kisses newfound stones
The bamboo is brown
The lotus are yellow
The waterfall flows
and shapes eager stones
The bamboo is hollow
The lotus are red
The waterfall flows
and parts distinguished stones
The bamboo is green
The lotus are white
The waterfall flows
and kisses newfound stones.
Posted by kane at September 18, 2002 12:16 PM
http://www.kaneblues.com/poetry/archives/000205.html
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Here is one that has been translated into English,
it's the origin of chinese poetry.
English version
Bamboo bent;
Bamboo rent.
Pellet shot;
Pheasant got.
updates.takingitglobal.org/read-comments?UpdateID=3134
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Stephen Haven
Willow
All China a green-gold row of them.
When you walk through-
delicate, skirted, light-limbed
and yellow, swishing their loveliness
in the wind-they brush
the whole of you.
The Han are awfully dark
to love such hair: one single tree
the parasol of thousands
of years of poetry.
It is essentially
a pastoral tradition, a light
gesture in a concrete sea-
this park, these willows,
these bamboo growing near,
as if forever curtained
beneath these trees
Li Bai still sprung
pure passion from a flush of wine.
And if you listen
you can almost hear him:
bamboo, bamboo, the green shoots
of earth, heaven when they brush
these yellow skirts!
http://www.wooster.edu/artfuldodge/poetsastranslators/haven.htm#willow
Ron Clibborn-Dyer [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Hong Kong SAR, China
Saturday, November 29, 2003 at 01:38:22 (UTC)
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Alix, happy birthday mate. Sorry it will be after your birthday by the time you receive this but hope you had a happy one xxx
Fiona Gayther (née Ferguson) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Tytherington, Gloucestershire, United Kingdom
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 21:38:58 (UTC)
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Happy birthday Alix you thought I had forgotten didn't you,
did you give the Marula a caning today? if not give it hell tonight Love Johnny.x
Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 19:12:35 (UTC)
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Bob, I read your story with mounting horror! You poor, poor things! My mom who lived in at Lusaka Boys, Miss Pamela Paget at the time, recalls similar attrocities taking place, but as a very, very junior member of staff, she was told not to rock the boat, especially when the perpetrators had important parents. She said that the kids who suffered the most were farm kids who spoke very little English, and were doubly ostrasized. Mom is actually compiling a few stories of her days at Lusaka Boys School, and I am making her write them down, as at 77 we dont know how long her memory will last! As she cuttingly points out, it is me at 40 who seems to be suffering from galloping memory loss, I remember at l3 being a sweet, compliant child, keen to study and sunny natured. She, however remembers a snarling mean teenager, who smoked (lordy), drank shandys at Lusaka Club, tried to sneak out to the discos at Munies and the Rugby club, and was thoroughly horrid! I have a l3 year old daughter, who is luckily at boarding school, so her matron and housemistress get the moody teenager, and we receive a nice child at the weekends. Please post more memories of Gilbert Rennie, Bob, I for one was fascinated, more please. Megx (for anyone following the elections in Northern Ireland, it is not looking great for the Good Friday Agreement).
Meg Rybicki (formerly Margaret) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Mullanyduff, Co Leitrim, Ireland
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 18:47:49 (UTC)
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Happy Birthday Alix!
Cheers - Doug
Doug Grewar [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Vryheid, Natal, South Africa
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 18:12:54 (UTC)
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Final one. Thank you for your patience
By 1910 the railway had reached the Congo border and in 1911 the Boma was transferred to a site near the railway station. Stations sub-ordinate to Ndola were inaugurated in 1931 at Nchanga, Mufulira, Nkana and Luanshya.
Joseph Whitehead, who died on 19 July 1911 was the first to be buried at the Cemetery.
The European names given to places were different to the names used by the African inhabitants:
Bwana Mkubwa was known as Chipiri, Sakania as Luembe, Belgian Congo as Mbulumatali.
It appears from all of this that Ndola was in fact the Centre of the Universe, or the Copperbelt Universe at least.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:37:35 (UTC)
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I thought this would be the last one, but no such luck. Thus Ndola will be split.
EXTRACTS FROM CALENDARS OF THE DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS (Copperbelt Province), 1899 - 1964
Compiled by P M Mukula, and published by National Archives of Zambia
Ndola
Another ancient working discovered by W Collier in 1904, with development beginning in 1906. Production commenced in 1913 under the management of James Cook. The mine closed down in 1914, reopened in 1916, then closed again in 1921 and reopened in 1922.
Ndola was opened as a sub-district on 18 July 1904 by J E Stephenson and was known as Kapopo Mkushi Sub-District of the Kafue and Zumbo District. Its headquarters were at Mwembeshi River and until 1905 was part of N E Rhodesia.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:36:20 (UTC)
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Futi again EXTRACTS FROM CALENDARS OF THE DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS (Copperbelt Province), 1899 - 1964
Compiled by P M Mukula, and published by National Archives of Zambia
Kitwe
Nkana Mine was also an ancient working and although the date of discovery is not recorded, the original discovered was W C Winnicott sometime in 1917. The mine then changed hands a number of times, until in 1924 it was taken over by Bwana Mkubwa Copper Mining Co, with E G Broadbridge as manager.
On 13 April 1931, the Provincial Commissioner in Ndola, E H H Goodall, instructed F L Brown, District Officer to open an administrative sub-Boma at Nkana.
In 1936, Nkana became a Public Township and 'no other Government township was to be established for twenty years from 1 April 1936, within a radius of ten miles from the smelter smoke stack' Trading was to cease in the Mine township on 30 September 1937.
In 1956, when the twenty year old Closed Township Agreement ended, many commercial buildings were built. These included Afcom House
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:23:41 (UTC)
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And again EXTRACTS FROM CALENDARS OF THE DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS (Copperbelt Province), 1899 - 1964
Compiled by P M Mukula, and published by National Archives of Zambia
Kalulushi
In 1899, George Grey discovered the Chambishi orebody whilst on a prospecting trip. He also discovered the orebodies operated by Union Miners du Haut-Katanga and Kansanshi. Approval for the development of the Chambishi orebody as an underground mining operation was given in 1927 and in October 1930, shaft sinking began. In 1931 the mine closed.
In May 1962 it was announced that Chambishi would be worked as an open pit operation. 130 acres of bush was cleared to accommodate the pit. The African cemetery which lay within the pit area was moved to Kalulushi, with 46 graves being involved. On 20 April 1963, open pit operations commenced.
Kalulushi was part of the Kitwe District until 2 December 1955 when it was proclaimed a district. In 1953, Mr J Bentley was appointed District Officer but it was not until September 1954, that the District Officer took up residence in Kalulushi
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:22:29 (UTC)
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More EXTRACTS FROM CALENDARS OF THE DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS (Copperbelt Province), 1899 - 1964
Compiled by P M Mukula, and published by National Archives of Zambia
Chingola
Nchanga Copper Mines Ltd started to operate in 1927. The operation closed down in 1931 and reopened in November 1937. The first vertical shaft was completed on V E day in 1945. On 12 September 1951, the manganese claim to the west of Luano was reopened.
The first district Officers in 1931 were Messrs. Watmore and Hazel. The mines closed in 1932 and were reopened in 1937, when P J Law was posted there.
In 1946, there was a smallpox epidemic in Chingola. During the same year, the Boma was moved to its present premises on the Solwezi Road.
Chingola was established as a township in 1943 and declared a municipality on 1 January 1955.
In 1948,the mining company was compelled to burn wood fuel in addition to coal, 'making terrific inroads' into the local forests.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:21:32 (UTC)
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I though this was going to be the last one, but no such luck - it still won't work so this is going to come in batches as well.
EXTRACTS FROM CALENDARS OF THE DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS (Copperbelt Province), 1899 - 1964
Compiled by P M Mukula, and published by National Archives of Zambia
Chililabombwe
Chililabombwe sprang to life on 1 April 1953 when No. 1 shaft was sunk. No. 2 shaft was sunk in June 1953. At first there were high hopes for the mine and this meant extensive development in other areas of the township. Mr K E Mackay, a member of the town Management Board, was a prominent driving force.
The first District Officer was appointed on 2 March 1955, at which time Chililabombwe was still a district of Chingola.
The second-class trading area was opened before the first-class trading area which opened in November 1956, but by the end of 1957, development had reached its peak. This was followed by a recession which caused a temporary shut down of the mine on 1 April 1958.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 07:17:07 (UTC)
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Success ...
Jack Wild, Alix Key, Jody Von Weichardt, Beryl Lawrence
Best Wishes on your Birthday
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 06:31:01 (UTC)
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Just failed again. Let me try splitting the message:
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Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 06:30:09 (UTC)
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This is a test message as for the last two days, my messages keep timing out.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Friday, November 28, 2003 at 06:20:10 (UTC)
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Sad news about Winnie Durrheim - ex Broken Hill. For those who knew her and remember her, she passed away last Wednesday - 19th November 2003 - in Johannesburg. Sincere condolences to Peter, Butch and Graham (Puddy) on the sad loss of their mother.
Jacqui
Jacqui Milward (née Lackenby) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
London, England
Thursday, November 27, 2003 at 16:40:08 (UTC)
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Great news on Linda Tina, Mike give her our love and a big kiss when you see her again and tell her when my sister came out of hospital after an op she said she felt like a new man, Johnny.
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Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Thursday, November 27, 2003 at 06:22:41 (UTC)
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Update on Linda Hayes
Mike Hayes called me from Austin, Texas. Linda's surgery today was successful. She is in good spirits and sends her love.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Thursday, November 27, 2003 at 04:19:09 (UTC)
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Dont forget that we asked you for a pic that Craig took of you with your jeans around your ankles looking for ants it was in that list that you have lost this is just a reminder for you not to forget as you asked. Johnny.
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Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 23:06:46 (UTC)
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FORGOT ...
Sorry, forgot to say, which was my main reason for posting, that I had a disaster yesterday and lost a large majority of my incoming emails. I have managed to retrieve some, but if you have asked me to do something for you and I have not yet done it, please email me with the info again.
Apologies for the HTML error below - bad day.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 15:03:28 (UTC)
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FONT SIZE="+1">Lester Heath
Best Wishes on your Birthday
KRIS MASSIE
Delighted the painting travelled well. I have the paintings hung all over my office and replace them as I sell them. That was one of the paintings I had become rather attached to so am happy it has found a good home.
MEG RYBICKI
Ralph Pecker is one of the members of the GNR - perhaps your brother would like to thank him?
DISTRICT NOTEBOOKS
I have just managed to lay my hands on one of the Calendars Of The District Notebooks which is a small book containing extracts from the District Notebooks. I'll be reading through it this evening and, hopefully, tomorrow shall post some interesting bits of information.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 14:58:32 (UTC)
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Hello Peeps, specially my Chinas in SA - extract from The Times, Saturday, 23rd November 1963:
'Follow the Swallow to South Africa, Land of Sunny Contrasts:
. Sunshine ad lib
. Inexpensive comfort
. Warm seaside resorts
. Champagne-air mountain resorts
. Gullible trout (now we know how Sarks caught that tiger, if they were like that in '63 they must surely be throwing themselves at anglers these days)
. Glorious golf
. Photogenic wild life (Zimba the lion went through the 3 S's before he posed)
. Sparsely vehicled roads
Only hours by air: Days by sea'
Arfff, arff.
also Thursday, 7th November 1805:
'Lost - an old pointer dog, white with red spots, answers to the name of Basto; almost blind, one eye quite gone. One guinea reward plus reasonable expenses paid.'
Gill Main [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Aberdeen, Scotland
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 12:11:32 (UTC)
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Meg
I read with interest today your posting and what happened to your brother many years ago, we too who all attended Denny House - Gilbert Rennie - Lusaka also had to endure a similar experience. The news story has broken also regarding the SA Rugby training methods and I suspect there could be a connection with some previous survivors of Denny House!!!
I can fully understand the feelings that your brother experienced for as a thirteen year old I joined Denny House and soon found out what the initiation ceremony was going to be. Fortunately there were two other lads my age in the dorm from the previous school, (Codrington located in Mazabuka) same class, so we at least knew one another. The dormitory held fourteen beds but one was a senior who would be eighteen or thereabouts. (Dorm Prefect) Thirteen of us getting to accept our situation when on the third night the double fire swing doors leading into the dorm burst open and in swarmed these big muscle guys. The main doors swung shut and were guarded and in a flash the closet new innocent sheep was grabbed for the slaughter. In a flash he was disrobed and in the buff, lifted up in the air and placed lying on his back on a bed with his legs folded over the foot of the tubular steel bed end. Magically a tin of black boot polish was brandished and willing hands smeared wet polish around to what was up to then very private parts. Those of us who were not grabbed hold of in the initial shock had staggered bemused to the far end of the dorm. Meekly we allowed ourselves to be pounced upon and dealt the same treatment. The worst was yet to come, if only we had but known. Not until all thirteen of us were smeared with boot polish between our legs, down our legs to just above our ankles, arms from above the wrist to shoulders and for good measure chest, neck, face and ears. The raiders left in a rush and we headed straight for the shower room. The two first in, went and claimed the two baths, the rest of us had four showers to share. It was then we discovered that all the soap had been purloined and lying in the middle of the floor were a couple of very hard, bristled, hand floor scrubbing brushes. All of us must have spent a good three hours trying desperately to remove polish from the areas that would show when wearing shorts and short sleeved shirts the next day, it being a normal school day. Trying to remove the polish yourself hurt more and more but in the end we all managed to be presentable although on your chest and lower regions was a different story. Mind you, none of us allowed our long socks to drift down to the ankles for a couple of days afterwards either!
Just be getting over that when wham the whole lot repeated as it was the turn of Dorm Three to vent their spleen upon us new kids.
Still, that was not the worst to happen by a long shot. It was midway through the second term and my second year so was in Dorm Two, a new lad joined us and he was straight out from ‘Pommy Land’. He never had a chance. Dorm Four organized a special initiating ceremony for this lad and on the chosen night after supper he was snatched and carried into Dorm Four. We all knew it was going to happen and the other three dorms were allowed into dorm four. I have no recollection of the lad’s name but will call him Keith.
Keith was pushed to the floor and one big older lad straddled down across Keith’s chest with his knees placed either side under the arm pits. Both arms were being held out wards again with a lad pinion them one to one. Keith’s legs where also pinned apart but that was after his shorts and underrods had been removed. In all, five of the dorm four lads had Keith immobile on the parquet floor. The only part of his body Keith could move other than his head was his eyes. It just so happened that in Keith’s vision whilst all this was going on was a lad with a strop and a cut-throat razor. He was stood side on nonchalantly giving the impression that he was not in the slightest bit interested as he worked the honed blade back and forth across the strop. Shortly afterwards another inhabitant of dorm four entered slowly shaking a tin of shaving soap making sure that Keith could see this as he moved on past Keith’s head and to the blocked from view neither regions. Unbeknown to Keith a tin of freeze spray was now produced and his manhood received a squirt. It must have sounded to Keith that the shaving foam was being applied. The lad with a great show of testing his cut-throat against his thumb slowly made his way out of Keith’s vision and kneeling on the floor out of sight the proceedings started.
“Have you ever shaved this before”?
“Cause not you idiot, I was the only one with a cut-throat”.
“Be careful you nearly sliced him”.
“Look man, I’m doing it just give me some space”.
“Hells Bells you’ve nicked him”!
At the mention of those words yet another member of the dorm produced an enamel mug half filled with tepid water and dipping his finger in allowed a trickle of water to slowly worm its way along the length of the -------!
“Now you've done it, look at the blood flowing”?
With those words it was the last straw for poor Keith, his eyes rolled upwards into their sockets and he was gone, passed out, oblivious to all around him.
I am a strong believer in Murphy’s Law for it was at that precise moment that the bell in the main corridor reverted out, summering all of us to assemble in a line. Keith was simply shoved under the nearest bed and everyone filed into the corridor. Our names were called out and we answered the roll call, someone answered for Keith and when all found present released. Gathering back into dorm four Keith was dragged from under the bed and whilst water was flicked onto his face his cheeks were being gently slapped until eventually he came round. At least the instigators were getting concerned for it must have taken a good ten minutes to bring Keith to the land of the living.
Whatever happened to any of us we never ever went and complained; it simply never crossed your mind to do so? Could be that some of the masters were also old boys! Keith accepted what happened and became one of us for the time he was there.
So Meg your brother is not alone and I think working on refuse carts is more appropiate to the luxury of mini cabs!
Bob Eglinton [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lincoln, United Kingdom
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 07:20:45 (UTC)
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At the request of Philip Pain and in fear of boring the pants off some of our members, here are some thoughts on .....
When The Bamboo Flowers
Philip Pain wrote:
In Northern Rhodesia there was a lot of bamboo, and after contact
and a research by Ron Clibbon-Dyer in Hong Kong an interesting
phenomenon has arisen regards the flowering of Bamboo!
I request Ron to enlighten us about the plant.
Ron go for it!
Cheers
Philip Pain
Eshowe, Kwazulu Natal, South Africa
Saturday, November 22, 2003
Hi Philip,
I have seen Bamboo flowering in England, Hong Kong and Vietnam.
You are right in that different varieties of Bamboo flower at
different periods which can be anything from ten years to 100
years depending on the species or variety. The smaller ones
flowering usually at the shorter time periods than the bigger
ones.
Bamboo is really nothing more than a very hardy form of grass,
and like many grasses and bananas for that matter, once it has
flowered then that particular stem has performed its one and
only genetic funtion in life and that is to reproduce. After
the seeds have set and fall there is no further use for that
particular stem and it will die off. I have witnessed entire
hillsides of small bamboo flower altogether here in Hong Kong,
and then that whole hillside of bamboo dies down all at the
same time. The new seeds take some time to develop into fresh
recognisable bamboo growth, but there is something in the leaves
of bamboo that stops many other plants growing whre bamboo has
grown - thus allowing the new shoots to develop and prosper with
very little competition. Whilst one valley may die off in one
year, the next valley may die off in a different year - this too
I have witnessed here in HK. The very large bamboos, such as those
used in the construction industry here instead of metal scaffolding
take much longer to reach maturity, but when they do the same thing
happens - those that are of the same age all flower together - very
fine filigree flowering spikes from the terminal nodes - that looks
from a distance like a fine mist around the more substantial bamboo
stems. I took a photograph of one in the morning mist on a mountain
side in North Vietnam and it looked like poetry in slow motion.
The seeds are very fine - like thin rice grains and the fine almost
weightless pollen hangs in the breeze like that of pine trees.
As for all bamboos in the world flowering at the same time - I would
only suggest that those of the same age growing in the same or in a
similar climate may be likely to react at the same time.
Bur since one so seldom sees a bamboo in flower - I can understand a
cetain degree of folk lore surrounding their flowering habits.
There is a Chinese superstition that It is bad luck when bamboo dies.
Well - I am almost certain that this derives from the fact that when
a particular clump or stand of bamboo dies that a village has used
for all its building and domestic materials for many years - then it
is certainly very bad luck to have to go and buy bamboo from another
village - until your own bamboo has grown big enough to harvest again.
A Google search on the phenomenon of bamboo flowering will probably
bring forth further illumination on the subject.
My guess is that in the 1800s just before the volcano
Krakatoa exploded and disappeared from the face
of the earth .......... The Bamboo Flowered.
You are right - that we still have to identify the tongalulu [looloo]
precisely. We live in hope - but do not hold your breath.
Best wishes, Ron
Using bamboo to build goat houses, chicken houses, duck houses and
many other domestic garden purposes.
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Hello again Philip,
When The Bamboo Flowers!
http://www.boloji.com/wfs/wfs050.htm
When the bamboo flowers, famine, death and destruction will soon follow, goes a traditional saying in Mizoram, the tiny hill state in north-east India. Who better than the hardy Mizos would know this, considering that theirs is probably the only land on earth where history is closely intertwined with the mysterious cycle of bamboo flowering. Back in 1959, bamboo flowering in the state set off a chain of events in the rugged hilly state that ultimately led to one of the most powerful insurgencies against the Indian union spanning over two decades.
Folklore apart, scientists say that the strange phenomena of bamboo flowering, called 'gregarious bamboo flowering' because the bamboo clumps flower all at the same time only once in the plants' lifetime, wreaks ecological havoc because of two reasons. First, bamboo plants die after flowering. It will be at least some years before bamboo plants take seed again, leaving bare exposed soil - which could be disastrous in mountainous states - and also leading to food scarcity, since animals depend on bamboo plants. The second factor is that rats feed on the flowers and seeds of the dying bamboo tree. This activates a rapid birth rate among the rodents, which leads to the huge rat population feeding on agricultural crops in the fields and granaries and causes famine.
It was precisely this scenario in Mizoram in the late 1950s, when the authorities failed to respond with quick famine relief. The disillusionment and anger finally resulted in the Mizo National Famine Front, an organization created to help people get relief, changing into the Mizo National Front, an ethnic political party which involved the Mizos in a 20-year war of attrition against India which ended only in 1987 with a peace accord.
Now, the bamboo is going to flower again within the next four to five years, say experts. And this time, it's not going to be just in Mizoram, but in the huge bamboo forested areas across the other north eastern states of Tripura, Manipur and Southern Assam, an occurrence that has attracted national and international attention as well as the concern of the authorities.
The Union Ministry of Environment and Forests is roping in experts, including some from the International Bamboo and Rattan Network (INBAR) and the United Nations Industrial Development Organization (UNIDO), for hectic consultations on how to handle this natural growth cycle of the humble bamboo plant which has such an extraordinary twin effect directly bearing on the socio-economic well being and a long-term ecological impact.
Today, famine may be prevented because most villages are now linked to the main government centers, and because the "Mizo experience" is always there to remind them of the political outcome of bamboo flowering. Yet, it is the ghastly prospect of having dry, rotting mass of bamboo copses covering about 18,000 hectares of the region with about 25 million tons of bamboo, which is causing much concern. The question vexing the authorities is how to harvest these resources before the flowering sets in.
A thriving economy revolves around bamboo. The pulp and paper industry, construction, cottage industry and handloom, food, fuel, fodder and medicine annually consume about 22 million tons of bamboo.
"If left un-harvested this means a loss of around Rs 12,000 million (1US$=Rs49)," said Director General of the Indian Council of Forestry Research and Education (ICFRE) R P S Katwal, at the latest round of UNIDO-sponsored expert consultations on "Strategies for Sustainable Utilization of Bamboo Resources Subsequent to Gregarious Flowering In North-East". This consultation, held at the Jorhat Rain Forest Research Institute, one of the premier forest institutes of the country, was attended by bamboo experts from all over, including INBAR expert from Beijing, Andrew Benton.
"What will be the fate of the numerous paper mills in the northeast region? People have to be made aware beforehand to mitigate the devastating consequences of the phenomenon," says Kamesh Salam, head of the UNIDO-supported Cane and Bamboo Technology Cell in Jorhat.
While there seems to be a consensus among the experts that the resources should be used before they become worthless, the problem is how to do that. Complicating the problem further is the fact that most of the bamboo is located in inaccessible parts of the hills and where it is within reach, it remains locked in a complicated bureaucratic system which has little regard for the urgency to speed things up before the cycle sets in. While the negative ecological and commercial fall out are doubtless matters of grave concern, there seems to be a distinct lack of concomitant attention to the immediate human fallout of the bamboo flowering cycle, particularly on women and children in these hills.
What would happen to common rural northeasterners who depend on bamboo for almost everything - from a raw material to build their homes to food, and as one of the few sources of cash. Bamboo rotting over hundreds of acres and the growth of the rat population will have a devastating effect on the jhum (slash and burn) cultivation on which a majority of the rural folk still depend for growing food, thus affecting the already precarious food security of the rural people.
Women, who make up the majority of the rural work force and contribute more to holding up the rural economy, will be particularly vulnerable. Their major source of money income - such as the jhum field produce, the vegetables from the wild and the bamboo shoots which they gather and sell in town markets - would disappear, at least for a crucial period of time, seriously affecting the sparse family budget.
Water, which is already a scarce resource in most of the hills, will become scarcer, the Mizoram experience shows. Experts say that during the bamboo flowering in Mizoram in the late 1950s and '60s, there was a sharp rise in temperature followed by a spell of dry arid weather, which had a direct fallout on the health of the people. Not only that, women and children who have to spend hours to fetch water will be forced to spend even more time carrying out this task.
It is only when the potential impact of the bamboo flowering cycle on the people's lives receives proper attention, that a safety net for the most vulnerable section of the population can be created. There is still time to take steps to prevent widespread disaffection which could well result in history repeating itself. But there is no time to waste.
– Linda Chhakchhuak
July 3, 2002
http://www.boloji.com/wfs/wfs050.htm
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At 06:28 AM 11/20/03, you wrote:
From: "Philip Pain"
To: "Ron Clibborn-Dyer"
Subject: [despammed] Bamboo
Date: Thu, 20 Nov 2003 06:28
Hi Ron,
I am sure you will be able to help me with a little research
for an article I am preraring for the G.N.R. I remember all
the work you did to try and find out what kind of plant the
TONGALOOLO was (We still don't have an answer to that one)
What I am looking for is information on the flowering of
Bamboo plants. I once came across an article that stated that
Bamboo plants only flower every 80 to 100 years and that all
the species of a particular type, no matter where they are in
the world will flower at the same time.
I don't recall ever seeing one in flower and as I have just
turned 56 I might get lucky that a flowering might take place
in my lifetime. Do you have any info. ?
Cheers
Philip Pain
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Ron Clibborn-Dyer [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Hong Kong SAR, China
Wednesday, November 26, 2003 at 05:14:57 (UTC)
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Northerners!
How goes it?
Johnny from Scarborough,
I'm interested to know more about your son and his involvement at St Stephen's College. Who is he? Somebody recently had some badges made up. Please e-mail me, then we can try and locate a Blazer Badge. peter at smack dot co dot za will find me.
Linda,
It may be a little late but whilst you are under the spell of anesthesia remember we all love you and wish you well over Christmas, a speedy recovery and lots of hugs from your old man, Mike.
Livingstone Larkers,
You really seemed to have enjoyed yourselves, by all accounts.
Paul Webb
Almer May Circle
opp cemetry1950's to 1969
Lusaka
Paul emigrated to Tasmania in 1969 after completing his high school M levels at St Stephen's College, Balla Balla, Rhodesia. He also represented the Lusaka Otters Swimming Club during this time. He enrolled at University of Tasmania in Hobart and soon joined their 1st XV rugby team. He also toured New Zealand in 1971/72 representing UTas.
IF ANYONE SHOULD BUMP INTO HIM OR KNOW OF HIM PLEASE REFER HIM TO THE "GNR" I would be much obliged.
Hold Fast,
Peter Morris
Peter Morris [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Pinetown, Natal, South Africa
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 23:21:03 (UTC)
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Meg thank you for your interest in trying to obtain a badge for me, it would appear that Mr Morriss doesn't have any,
( interest)
Johnny.
Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 16:04:44 (UTC)
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Heather
Apologies for the delay in responding - I am still somewhat amazed to find myself back in the UK - my spirit is still in Australia!
The painting travelled in my suitcase, encased in bubble wrap and the original packaging! It has been beautifully framed and now hangs in my friend's home and she loves it to bits! I knew she would the minute I saw it on Kantemba.
Kris
Kristien E. Massie (née Mostert, formerly Van Woenssel) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
United Kingdom
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 14:33:52 (UTC)
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JOHNNY
i will ask my other brother who now resides in Coventry in the Midlands UK, if he has any paraphanalia such as his old St. Stephens school badge. We have all his old school photos, he was o=in Lancaster House, but he had a bit of a rough time there. The prefects of his time apparantly dealt out some pretty rough justice! I still have his letters that he wrote me, part of an initiation ceremony was for lst years to have their tender bits covered in black shoe polish, (I wonder if the guys who thought up that charming "welcome" for homesick l2 yr olds are all now captains of industry, I hope that they are all driving minicabs in Bolton or Leeds or somewhere horrid, or Dublin!) Anton (my bro) said he will be eternally grateful to a certain Mr. Ralph Pecker who used to save him from being crushed on a regular basis. I will contact you directly if we still have a badge. Ciao, Meg
Meg Rybicki (formerly Margaret) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Mullanyduff, Co Leitrim, Ireland
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 12:22:53 (UTC)
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A correction to previous message posted. I think I know part of the family.
Lynn Szeftel (née Mayoss) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 08:23:34 (UTC)
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Re; Can anyone help posted a couple days ago. I can help as I know the family.
I will email Sarah directly with the info I have.
Lynn Szeftel (née Mayoss) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 08:15:04 (UTC)
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Esther Pettersson, Tom McGarry
Best Wishes on your Birthday
The following message is posted on behalf of Chandru Krishna
Peter Bromwich
I found Amy Chua's article very interesting. I had not realized how long lasting and dominant economic minorities were.
Noreen
Great to hear from you! I will speak with you soon.
Northerners
Here is an link to an article on the importance of school lunches in Africa
http://www.irinnews.org/report.asp?ReportID=38032&SelectRegion=East_Africa&SelectCountry=KENYA
It reminded me of the early morning school assemblies we had at our primary school in Lusaka. We would be standing and listening to the school principal when sometimes we would hear a thud and a commotion. It would be an unfortunate student who had collapsed usually due to no breakfast and who had walked a long distance to school. Our principal would remind us to eat breakfast before coming to school, although I wonder if they were too poor to have any.
Due to technical problems, it appears that I will not be able to post directly on the board until mid December
Cheers
Chandru
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 06:36:45 (UTC)
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Peter, Ray, Thanks..... Peter, Can you please email me again with your phone number again...I sort of deleted it..duh!!!
Sue and Paudie. nice to see you two back in Perth !........
Heather ....did Craig's face have that look also ????, Thanks for giving the girls a good giggle....And the bats..what a wonderful experience....my Jade just loved your account of your visit, also the photos.......she is just crazy about bats.!!!
she says thank you.......
Ali
Ali Key [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, Australia
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 05:15:42 (UTC)
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Pappy, thanks for the chuckle, you got me thinking....
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me
A chicken in a Mopani tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Two bamboo ladders, and a chicken in a Mopani tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Three sticking plasters, (the ladders were rotten),
And the chicken is still up in the tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
four rubber slingshots, three sticking plasters, two ladders (broken)
And the chicken in the Mopani tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Five slingshot stones.
Four rubber slingshots, three sticking plasters,
two piles of bamboo bits, and a chicken in a Mopani tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Six snake bite shots, the slingshot hit a snake, down it fell on me.
I still have the other junk as you see.
On the seventh day of Christmas I borrowed a gun, shot the chicken out of the tree, started a nice fire with the ladders, plasters, and slingshots and had roast chicken with my new girlfriend.
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 03:32:49 (UTC)
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Just before she left for the Livingstone Lark, the lovely Miss Milward emailed some friends and asked for their addresses so she could send postcards. Fantastic we thought. How great.
Man, we didn't know how great. Today the postman brings a package. Jacqui has not only included a Zambian postcard and a separate Zambian stamp in the package (nice humour Jaqui!) but a video tape of some highlights of her trip. She had been planning to surprise us all along.
You are just the best Jaqui!!!! I can't think of a nicer or better executed surprise.
XX Tina
Tina Magee (née Wallace) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Texas, United States
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 02:54:09 (UTC)
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Heather Chalcraft
It was amusing to see the posting of the photo of Sue and I as "photographic attendees" at the Livingstone Lark. The photo was taken at the Banbury Bash last year by Linda Dore. The woman in the background is Laura Kyle (née Charbonnier) ex-Lusaka, wife of ex-Mufulira man Ian Kyle. They now live in the Turks & Caicos Islands. The guy next to her is Shaun Frankam, ex-Mufulira / Murundu. So both were unwitting photogtaphic attendees.
Paudie Coughlan [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, WA, Australia
Tuesday, November 25, 2003 at 02:09:43 (UTC)
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Linda Hayes
I am very pleased to see photographic confirmation that your husband Mike Hayes is NOT the same person as my husband Mike Hayes. I was starting to wonder how he managed to be in two continents at the same time!
Pappy
Your 12 days of Christmas had me laughing out loud. People came running into the room to see what was wrong with me.
Lesley Billany [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Horsham, West Sussex, United Kingdom
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 21:17:31 (UTC)
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As it is coming up to Christmas I thought this might be of use when buying those Christmas pressys
14th.December
My Dearest Arnold,
The postman came today and delivered a partridge in a pear tree to my door.What a truly delightful gift.
Thank you darling for the wonderful thought.
With deep love and affection always,
Your ever loving Agnes.xxxxxxx
15th.December
My Dearest Arnold,
Today the postman brought your very sweet gift,two turtle doves!I am delighted-they are adorable.
All my love,
Your ever loving Agnes xxxxxx 16th.December
Dearest Arnold,
Oh!How extravagant you are!I really must protest.I don`t deserve such generosity.Three French hens!I insist,you are to kind.
Your loving Agnes xxxxx
17th.December
Dear Arnold,
What can I say-four beautiful calling birds arrived this morning.Your kindness really is too much.
Love Agnes xxxx
18th.December
Dear Arnold,
What a surprise!Today the postman delivered five golden rings - one for every finger.You really are impossible.Frankly,all these birds are getting on my nerves.
Love Agnesxxx
19th.December
Dear Arnold,
When I opened the door this morning there were actuall six bloody great big geese laying eggs all over the front step!So we are back to the birds again are we?
Where the hell do you think I can keep them all?The neighbours are beginning to complain about the smell.Please stop,as I can`t sleep at night for the noise.
Cordially yours,Agnes xx
20th.December
Arnold
What is it with you and these sodding birds?Now I get seven swans a swanning.Is this some sort of godammed joke or what?The house is full of birds shit and the racket!.......I`m beginning to be a nervous wreck.So its not funny any more.Quit sending me bloody birds.
Yours,Agnes x
21st.December
O.K.Arnold boy,
I think I prefer birds.What the hell am I supposed to do with eight maids-a-milking?It`s not enough with all these birds,now I have eight cows shitting and mooing all over the house.
Lay off,smart arse.
Agnes.
22nd.December
Look shithead,
What are you,some kind of nut?Now I get nine pipers playing and,Christ,do they play!When they aren`t playing their sodding pipes,they keep chasing the maids through the cow shit.The cows keep mooing and treading all over the bloody birds and the neighbours are threatening to get me evicted.
You`ll get yours,
Agnes
23rd.December
You rotten bastard!
Now we have ten ladies dancing.How the hell anyone can call these" tarts"ladies is beyond me.They`re getting stuffed by the pipers all night,the cows have all got diarrhoea,my living room is a river of shit and the house has just been declared unfit for habitation.
Piss off,
Agnes
14th.December
Listen Fart Features,
What with eleven Lords a leaping all over the maids, and the pipers fighting them for the crumpet,and committing sodomy with the cows,the birds are all dead and rotting amongst the cow shit,having been trampled during the orgy - but not before they`d eaten my golden rings.
I hope you`re satisfied.You rotten shithouse.
Your sworn enemy,Agnes
25th.December
You stinking lousy shitfaced git,
Twelve drummers drumming have teamed up with the pipers to make one hell of a din.Both lots have been buggered by the Lords as well as the cows,and Christ alone knows whats happened to the milkmaids-they`ve probably been drowned in the cow shit by now.The only way I`ve saved myself from getting screwed to death is by hiding up that sodding pear tree,which has been so well fertilised that it`s now growing through the roof.
I send you seasonal greetings- BOLLOCKS.
Drop dead,Agnes
I appologise now if I have offended anybody(not)just thought we needed a change from the rugby,
B.M. Good luck with your treatment
Pappy Papier [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Glasgow, United Kingdom
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 20:21:50 (UTC)
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Peter Morris, please let me know how I can obtain a St Stephens school blazer badge for my son who is now blind as a result of an accident he incurred during his sojourn there the info will be much appreciated, thank you Johnny.
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Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 07:55:27 (UTC)
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Dear Heather you were lucky that they were not red ants as Craig would have soon had his camera out then, and as for being improperly dressed you were lucky to get the pic where I was wearing brookies, in future I would keep away from Bats if I was you as they have been known to be infected with Rabies (no kidding) great pics keep it up Love Johnny.
Johnny [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Scarborough, United Kingdom
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 07:46:25 (UTC)
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Hi Guys,
St Stephen's College Old Boys Association are holding a reunion this coming weekend, commencing at 4.30pm Saturday 29 November 03 at Hastings Hall, City Bowl, Cape Town.
Anyone requiring more info to contact me on my cell 0825744719.
Peter Morris
Peter Morris [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Pinetown, Natal, South Africa
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 05:54:12 (UTC)
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Ooops, didn't make it yesterday:
Bill Laing, Fiona Morris, Meiles Billany, Paul Cray, Stella Robertson, Gail Kriek
Best Wishes on your Birthday
and for today:
Peter Greenhalgh, Linda Hooper, Ian Coetzee
CAN ANYONE HELP
We have received the following email from Sarah Fulguirinas (nee Johnson). If anyone is able to assist, please contact her at fulguirinas@hotmail.com
I am trying to find out more about my mother's cousins. They were apparently brought up in Zambia as both parents were qualified in mine blasting. My mother's family lost touch with them and I do not know the names of the cousins as my mother died in 1972 (she was 34 and I was 13) so I am unable to ask her. My father did not know the names of the cousins as there were many, about 60 or so, many with similar names so nicknames abounded.
Within the family it was said that Aunt Kath was the first woman in Southern Africa to gain her mine blasters
certificate. I can find no verification of this.
Les or Len KNIGHTON who married Kath nee BURTLES or any of their descendents are sought by Sarah.
Kathleen BURTLES (sometimes spelt BURTELS or BYRTELS) was born near Addo in the Eastern Cape. Her father was William Thomas BURTLES and mother Susanna Magdalena FOURIE and she was one of seven children. The names of the others were Hester, Helen, Susanna, Sarah, Miriam and William Thomas jr. (Boetie). My grandmother Sarah Athlene married a William Jacobus HEATH and moved from Port Elizabeth to Bloemfontein.
I understand that Aunty Kath qualified as a blaster and then went with her husband to work on the copper mines in Zambia. The family lost contact with each other, before I was born. My mother, Heather, was the only daughter of Sarah and Bill HEATH, she had 3 older brothers, William (Bill), Hendrik (Henry) and Joseph (Joe). Heather married Ian Paul JOHNSON from England. My father and I emigrated to New Zealand in 1973.
All this rugby talk; time to change the subject and what better way than with some bat photos. But first to tie up all the loose ends from the Reunion.
Here are the photos of the people we 'took' with us
Alix, before, during and after the bungee jump
Philip Pain
Linda and Mike Hayes
Ray Wright
Chandru Krishna
Paudie and Sue
Bruce Henley
Ian Jameson
and Johnny Green
Johnny did ask if Craig could take him along on the bungee jump as well. Craig refused as he was not suitably dressed.
Before the Lark, Steve and Margaret de Lange, together with the son and duaghter in law, Art and Kathie, travelled up to Kasanka and Shiwa. On the way, they stopped at Kundalila Falls and Art and Kathie climbed down to the bottom. This is one of the photos they took:
Peter Bennett is still travelling through Africa, but he has put some of his experiences on the web here. I should tell you something about Peter - he is too polite by far. When we boarded the African Queen for our cruise and dinner, the first thing I did was to check that everyone who was supposed to be there was there and that they had all been collected from their hotels. However, I had already phoned Peter's hotel and they had confirmed that he had been collected, so, mentally, I crossed him off the list of people to be found. On the boat, I was going around checking on all the others and only had Peter and Paddy Greenhalgh to locate and mentioned this to Jill Masterton. Peter Bennett was sitting fairly close to her, so he said 'I'm Peter'. I asked if he was with Paddy and he said 'no'. My response was 'well then you're not the person I'm looking for'. It was only a few minutes later that it dawned on me that he was Peter Bennett.
Peter, once again, my apologies.
and now to the bats.
Unfortunately some of our plans went awry with our Kasanka trip. Firstly, we were supposed to spend one night at Kasanka and then fly into Shoebill Island in the swamps from there for a night, but the pilot was unavailable so we had to give that a miss.
Then we were supposed to leave mid-Wednesday morning, but I had a few problems with putting my magazine together and despite waorking through the night on Tuesday, I still only managed to finished it at 2 pm on Wednesday afternoon. By the time we had got ourselves together, we did not leave Lusaka until after 3.30 pm. Then we needed to stop at Chisamba for a supply of biltong and dry wors, so decided that we would spend the night at Forest Inn at Mkushi rather than drive at night. So we only reached Kasanka around 2 pm on Thursday and had already decided that we would come back as far as Nsobe (just south of Ndola) on Friday, so we had to pack everything into less than 24 hours.
As we drove into Wasa, we saw a storm coming across the lake towards us. We had just enough time to have the cold box taken out of the car when the rain hit, so we quickly retired to the veranda where we waited out the storm, about 45 minutes.
After flinging our bags into our rooms, we were back in the car on our way to Fibwe which is where the bats roost during the day. I visited there two years ago so knew which path to take through the 'mushitu' to get to the bats and instead of waitng for a guide, Craig and I set off down the path.
On the way, we heard a noise in the bush and saw a sitatunga disappearing behind some bushes only about 5 metres away from us. Although we only saw the back of it, it was nice to see one so close - I have only ever seen them in the distance and usually only in the water.
On we went, climing over and under fallen down trees and through marshy ground until we ducked under the low branches of a tree and heard the sudden flapping of hundreds of pairs of wings. Looking up, we saw hundreds of bats that had been roosting in that tree disappearing, sopme slower than others. We stood still for at least ten minutes whilst the bats took to the air. It was an amazing sight, so amazing that I forgot about taking any photographs. I think Craig forget as well.
We then carried on further, but much slower, until we got to a hide with a superb view of the bats in the trees. Whilst I was waiting for Craig to climb up, I felt something take a nip out of me and looking down found my feet covered in black ants. I didn't wait any longer to follow, but of course by this time, half the ants had disappeared up my jeans, so I spent the first ten minutes either with my hands down my jeans or my jeans down round my ankles, but eventually I did get rid of them all. In the meantime, Craig had been taking a good look at the bats, but I'm willing to bet that he was also thinking about how glad he was that he hadn't insisted that I go up first.
The view from the hide was superb - all the trees around us had thick brown trunks and thick brown branches and as the time was near for the bats to start off on their evening food forage, they were very movious, flying around and then coming back to settle again. And the sheer numbers of them - one sees what one thinks is a thick tree trunk covered in bats, but then the bats fly off and all of a sudden the trunk is about a quarter of the size, and there are still more bats there.
There was one branch covered in bats which was only about ten metres away from us. This gave us a fairly close view of them, although it was difficult to photograph because one had to stand on tiptoes and peer round the leaves of another tree. Watching them launch themselves into the air was also very interesting - they pull themselves into the upright position and them push off from the tree. And the noise that goes with it - not only their 'talking' but also the sound of their flapping wings - at first we thought it was the river just below the hide, but only realised later when they settled for a while, that it was their wings. They also use their wings like arms to move around the trees.
Just after sundown, the bats take to the skies, in an endless stream, which seems to take forever (probably about 30 minutes) looking for that evening's dinner. They return to the roosting area around 3.30 am and are all safely asleep again by the time the sun rises.
The bats were noticed for the first time in 1991 and it is now accepted that this was when they started coming to Kasanka. No one is sure of the reason although it is likely that their previous foraging area had been destroyed. As a result, each year, there are many researchers here during the migration, but they have still not established where they come from or where they go after they leave. They do have solar-powered radio collars for them, but these will more than liklye not work as the bats roost during the day and the chances are that those which have been collared will not be exposed to the sun (with an estimated 2.5 million bats the chances of them being in the lower-layers are high.)
I am not a bat lover, but it was something that I would recommend and I will do it again. I was also very happy to see that there have been many improvements at Wasa Camp (where we stayed) since my last visit there.
Early the next morning, we once again set off for Fibwe to see if we could see any sitatunga. On the way there, we had a good view of 8 or so bush pig before they disappeared. I am afraid I have to admit to having succumbed to my fear of heights when I chickened out about half way up the 12-or-so metre high hide. Craig however spent some time up there and saw six sitatunga on the edges of the lake.
Since we were in the area, we decided to visit somewhere that, like Ngombe Illede, one only visits once - the Livingstone Memorial. It's no great shakes unless you include the 26 km road to the memorial site, but nice to see. On the way back, Craig commented gleefully that this was the last dirt road he would have to travel on. I burst his bubble by telling him that there was a dirt road in to Nsobe where we spent Friday evening. Photos will follow as I did not take any (long story) so have to wait until Craig's photos are developed.
FIONA GAYTHER
We ARE watching you; ALL of you and putting big black marks next to your names (grin)
ALLYSON CASH
Give me a while and I'll try to get in contact with whoever runs that web site and also ask someone in Luanshya to check things out. This may take a bit of time.
LYNN SZEFTEL
Allan Chattaway recently sent me this link to Heather's Genealogy Site. It might be of some use.
BILL KNOTT
Send me all the details and I'll see what I can do from this side. Might take some time though.
ALI KEY
Ooops ... BoerEwors
UPDATE ON CRAIG
To all of those who were concerned - last night at about 8.30 pm, I received a phone call from Craig to say that he had arrived safely in Harare without any problems, so I have temporarily put away the telephone number for the Embassy there. He also left here feeling better than he had been feeling in the morning.
Heather Chalcraft (née Bender) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 05:53:38 (UTC)
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Boerwors and other delights.
Ali,
I have emailed our phone number to you, and can give you the names of several places to get biltong or boerwors.
And as for the rugby(go you good things,have gone),big sobs.
Cheers.
Peter Nel [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Quinns Rock, Western Australia, Australia
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 01:59:26 (UTC)
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Ali,
Try Cape to Cairo in Wembley - opposite the Wembley Food Hall - they stock meat from Conway's Butchery, and even Dewsons in Wembley sometimes have pre-packed 'wors labelled South African Sausage which is not too bad, though heaven knows who makes it!
Good luck
Ray Wright [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, WA, Australia
Monday, November 24, 2003 at 01:04:45 (UTC)
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Lynn,
Real sorry to hear of the passing of Morris's wife and sweetie. Please pass on condolences.
As to military matters...... Hope you find your oldie's info....
I am trying to join the MOTH equivalent here in Ottawa but little luck. There is a program in this Province of 12 million whereby veterans can get a licrense plate which says VET with a poppy. I want to get one and join the Legion but....
anyone know how I can get my service number from 1963?? RRR Battalion 2 - Intake 55 from 1962-63
I recall 599... and that is all. And even that may be wrong. I've spent time on the 'net trying to get records but no luck. It - the info - may be in Lusaka archives . I googled but no luck.
Hmmm.
Any knowledgeable person know how to contact someone who can lead me to information?
Bill
William Knott [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Ottawa, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 22:13:09 (UTC)
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I don’t have the skill that everyone else has in putting links into messages, so I'm afraid this is long-winded.
www.aldaily.com provides links to other sites, and at the moment, second from top of the right-hand column, is a link to a piece by Amy Chua. They add new links every day, so it might not be near the top as you read this. The trailer reads
After her aunt’s throat was slit by the chauffeur, Amy Chua wondered if he wasn’t the very same man she had stumbled on many years before... more»
The piece is fairly heavy-going, but she makes the point that if autocratic government was all that was needed for economic development then Africa would be a powerhouse. She compares and contrasts the position of the Lebanese in West Africa with the Asians in East Africa, the whites in Central Africa and the Chinese in South East Asia. There are errors of fact, in that she says there was zero intermarriage in Zimbabwe, but I found it a fascinating piece.
Peter Bromwich [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Valderrobres, Teruel, Spain
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 18:31:50 (UTC)
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OOPS.......Boerwors.
Ali
Ali Key [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, Australia
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 11:57:29 (UTC)
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Northerners ..of the Perth variety....(those who live NOR )
Since I am now living north of the river.(no not the Zambezi) is there someone who could let me know where I can get Borewors over on this side ??
Craig
Bwana sweety?......it just goes to show you what an impact you have made on those wonderful kids.........
aLI
Ali Key [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, Australia
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 11:51:01 (UTC)
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Final word on the RWC from me.
Terrific match from start to finish and well played both teams. But whichever way you look at it, or wherever you hail from, it's clear that the best team won.
(Ali, I quite understand and thoroughly agree with your comments on the Oz "win at all costs" attitude - my 3 sons have all come through junior football here in Perth and I've tried to make them realise that playing the game, at that level at any rate, is far more important than the result. It seemed to work, too as none of them are wonderful sportsmen - just like their dad!)
Well done, and well deserved, England.
Ray Wright [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Perth, WA, Australia
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 11:22:48 (UTC)
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Good morning, Northeners,
Zambia did very well at the RWC despite one Captain going home early and another ending up being on the losing side in the final.Yesterday’s game defied the critics in superb style. It could not have been a more befitting finale to a great World Cup. Oh to be in England when the team arrives home.
Philip Pain(or any Moth who could help)
Need your help. I am a family member of the Kabaw Valley Shellhole here in Lusaka. I have previously written to the Moth HQ in Durban but as I am not a full Moth, they are unable to attend to my queries.
My late grandmother, Pat Mayoss (nee Dolan/Nolan) was a Moth and lived at the Moth cottages in PMB until she died. Her friend was a Mr. Dolivera also a Moth. Have only recently come across the fact that she was awarded 8 medals and my dilemma is that I have absolutely no idea what these were for. I have a photo of her and my granddad wearing their medals but the quality of the photo makes it difficult for me to identify them. Due to my parent’s breakup and subsequent divorce when I was 6, I have very little information on her life. Am also led to believe that she is mentioned in the War Museum in JNB but have been unable to trace anything in this area. I would appreciate if you could trace anything for me in the Moth records. This is especially important for me as I am compiling my family tree and anything would help. Thanks in advance.
Leslie and I have had a bereavement in the family. Our sister-in-law, Dr. Carolyn Baylies has died of cancer aged 56. She was a very courageous woman and did , amongst other things, an enormous amount of research on gender issues relating to how women cope with Aids in Southern Africa . Most of her research was carried out in Zambia and in conjunction with Janet Bujra, published “Aids, Sexuality and Gender In Africa (2000)”. The UK Guardian newspaper published an excellent obituary on her life and work on the 11th November. She leaves behind her husband, Dr. Morris Sheftel, her daughter, Hannah and her son, Andrew. May her soul rest in peace.
Lynn Szeftel (née Mayoss) [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
Sunday, November 23, 2003 at 09:44:34 (UTC)
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Bwana Sweety for Plesident
I am convinced that this man is will be the next president of Zambia. Wherever I have gone in Zambia, children have apparently mistaken me for him and have run after me, exclaiming joyously, "Bwana Sweety!" I have waved in a manner that would make the Queen of England proud, but this man's identity remains a mystery to me. I have asked the crack investigative journalists at "The Lowdown" to try to find out.
In other news I have found a source of wisdom here in Zambia... at the turn off from the main road to go to the Livingstone Monument. On the wall of a shop it says, "Be good, be bad, just be."
Contrary to one of the many rumours apparently circulating, I have not decided to stay in Zambia... at least not for now. With the frantic schedule to which Heather has been making me adhere (with apologies to the late Sir Winston Churchill), I have not had the time at the computer to do many non-work-related things. I am hoping for a respite over the next ten days while I am in Zimbabwe (assuming that the malaise I have been feeling the last two days is not malaria, cholera, meningitis or the result of the apparent spider bite I got a couple of days ago), but who knows what wonderful challenges I will encounter in that place. If you never hear from me again, you'll know that they were insurmountable.
Either way, I am not taking my computer with me to Zimbabwe (why give them a possible reason to accuse me of being a journalist?); since I have forgotten how to use a pen and paper or how to think without a computer, I will not be composing any missives about my visit here while I am there. If I can, I will do that while I am in the UK (visiting my cousins) or Holland (visiting the GNR's very own lunatic asylum) in early December, but don't hold your breath there either as it may be January before you see any of my thoughts on this visit on the message board, after I have dealt with idiots at American Express Bank of Canada, CIRA and Telus. That said, I hope you're not expecting anything profound!
Craig Hartnett [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Lusaka, Zambia
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