View of Taal from Tagaytay

Philippines Vacation Travel Guide and Memoir Ebook

Ebooks Index Movie Star Ebooks Meet Marina Rundell
EBH Index See Cove About Ordering
Minnie Vautrin Novel Ebook February 2018 Occasional Picture Movie Stars Index

Raewyn Background

Russell CroweFrom http://www.gruntland.com/tofog.htm:


Lachlan Dew was a 23 year old bloke who worked for me at the farm. He was the caretaker at a growing out property we have so his job was principally concerned with the health and welfare of the cows, however his other job was the care and maintenance of a 40 acre block of tree's we planted around 4-5 years ago. Lachie as he was known, had a degree in forestry, he was a sweet and funny guy who knew how to do a days work. He came up to the farm one day because he'd heard in the village that I was looking for an extra hand to help out the manager.

After he had finished his degree he had applied, he said, for over 100 jobs to do with forestry, the only thing he ever got offered was tree planting, something he'd already done a massive amount of while doing his course. He wanted something more challenging. In one of life's ironic turns, with no job in his chosen career materializing, he found himself doing the only job he could get in the area for a decent wage, working at a sawmill.

How incredibly frustrating that must have been, someone who was dedicated to the care and protection of tree's cutting lumber.

With a touch of desperation in his voice, he told me he was the only bloke at the sawmill who still had all his fingers, and he'd really like to keep them, but working at the mill, it was only a matter of time.

I gave him a job on the spot and told him about the eucalypt plantation, he was very excited about that part of the job.

He set about examining them, tree by tree, uprooted 1000 or so he thought hadn't quite struck well, went into the bush, collected the seeds of the types of trees he wanted, and replanted, they are all doing fine.

Tragically, while I was in Canada, Lachlan Dew lost his life. A car accident, late at night on a country road, a tragedy all too common in the bush.

I enjoyed his company so much I took it very hard. I was a long way from home and I knew the whole valley would be grieving, he was very well liked. His mum and dad are pillars of the community and he had a brood of loving and affectionate sisters that he would sometimes talk about. I've been told it was the biggest funeral the valley had ever experienced.

So that's where I was when I started writing Raewyn.

I started thinking about Lachie's sisters and the senseless loss of their baby brother.

I started to think how awful my life growing up would have been without my brother.

I realised, something I knew, but perhaps had never connected.

Both my parents had lost a sibling.

My mother's sister Raewyn committed suicide at 21.Slashed her wrists in the bath.

My Father's younger brother, the youngest of four, Charles died at 17 in a scuba diving accident. He was with my grandfather Jack at the time.

I started to understand how my father might of been able to comfort my mother because of sharing the tragedy of losing their younger siblings, and also how powerful a bond it must be.

I started to understand the guilt that must of racked my grandfather for the rest of his days.

And the simmering anger that a lot of the women folk in my family seemed to feel for Jack whenever he was around, my mother included.

And, I realized that I too had that anger toward him, I'd not been too fussed when he died, we had not spent that much time with him for years. He was very provocative company. He would always manage to get my mother upset, make jokes about her cooking etc,she was a caterer, used to serving hundreds at a very high level and it would irk her that he always found fault. Other people have told me that it was his sense of humour that my mother didn't understand. I've been told by many relatives that I attack my life in a similar way to him and may have inherited the same sense of provocation in my humour.

The first time I really saw and heard my Father cry was at Jacks funeral. One of the reasons we had moved back to New Zealand was to be closer to our relatives, but he died soon after we had got back, a matter of months perhaps, so we really hadn't gotten into the rhythm of life in New Zealand yet ,new school, living in a house for the first time since we had left New Zealand, and we just hadn't spent that much time with him. Then one day he was gone. No warning, heart attack while mowing the lawns.

That funeral has haunted me throughout my life. Here was someone who I didn't feel I knew or understood, he was dead and his death was tearing apart my father, literally tearing him apart in front of me, the deepest soul wrenching grief that made me cry for days afterwards, and I felt so guilty that I didn't feel love for my grandfather. I knew I had loved him once, when I was little, he was always full of stories, but between 6 or 7 and 14 I had hardly seen him.

Suddenly after all this time, something had changed in my life and my grandfather and I, he being dead for 26 years , had something in common, a son called Charlie.
I'm not sure of the year of my uncle Charlie's death. It may have been before I was born or just after. I'll ask my Father again tomorrow, It's too late at night, he'll be in bed now.

Charles Spencer Crowe was christened on the 7th of April 2005 at the chapel on the farm in Nana Glen. The congregation sang "Raindrops keep falling on my head". The Baptism was performed by Bishop Phillip Huggins

Russell Crowe Index






About Ordering With Credit Card     About Ordering With Money Order

  Home       Ebooks Index      Columns      Meet Marina Rundell      EBH Index      

Phone: 913-269-3177, Email: info @ electronicbookshere.com

Copyright 2001 - 2018 Lava Star LLC, all rights reserved, worldwide
Other websites owned by Lava Star LLC: See Cove, Movie Stars Index, Autism Index, Health Information News