Reflections on the (Wimmera) River: I Met Horsham

Woman is standing in bureau doorway:

“What are you doing? I said at the chemist- there’s a Bureau of Worthiness down there- what’s that? And they didn’t know either.”

we ask her the question…

“Not a damn thing. I’ve just signed my mother into care. So nothing. Yeah. I’m having a miserable day. Well, you made me laugh on the way past, anyway.”

Making our way through the fog to talk to the people of Horsham

 

Fragmentary thoughts in numbers: (An homage to a man who likes to score the events in his day out of ten)

1. What amazing crisp and cold mornings. Fogs and cold toes. Greys and David Lynchian white from a lookout. (9/10)

2. No bullshit. People were direct and to the point. No flowery, warm fuzzies or hippy vibes here. A quality that was quite becoming once you got used to it. (7/10)

3. The White Hart Hotel. I miss it already. The front bar with people deconstructing the news stories as they watch the tv together. Debating the issues. As Jimmy said ‘this is a real front bar.’ Yep. (8/10)

4. Parmas and pies. A lot of them. As our resident food reviewer can attest to- large variance in the bakeries within walking distance. (ranging from 5-8/10)

5. We got adopted. And we loved it. The ‘sham felt like a little home away from home for a minute there…(9/10)

6. Lastly, a little excerpt from the show for those of you who couldn’t make it…

I have this picture in my head when Jimmy tells me about talking with Tim. I see them in the shed- sharing ideas, stories and opening up about what their experiences have been growing up on a farm. I think about their relationships with their fathers, their grandfathers and I think about what it means to inherit. I realise the ways in which they are communicating- putting themselves at risk- no matter how small- making themselves vulnerable in front of a new acquaintance- is something that their fathers and grandfathers may never have done. As Tim had mentioned, men and emotions were not an easy thing- especially on the farm- especially with other men. I wonder how things have changed so quickly- how in just one generation these men have come to talk- to connect, to engage and be open with each other. These thoughts, this change and this human connection makes me feel warm inside. Yes,- it sounds obvious. Or like a throw away comment, but I really feel warm inside. I feel warmed by this taking place- by imagining the two of them, really enjoying each others company, really sharing themselves and the stories of their childhoods.

Funnily enough, when I asked Mark if the connectedness he felt had a sensation – he also said it felt like a warmth inside.

Maybe this warmth is especially noticeable with these cold mornings and nights in Horsham.

 

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Until next time…

Tessa.