Jean Burman

Highway to Hell

Cartoon Pen & Watercolour 8″ x 12″

Copyright 2008 Jean Burman

My good friend Elinor Mac emailed me from Scotland this week.    It’s always such a treat to open my inbox to find her there.  She always has something entertaining to tell me… or to forward… and the other day was no exception!

After reading her email… a quick google search confirmed the terrible truth.

According to a report in The Scotsman… police caught and charged a man with drink driving whilst six times over the legal limit at the wheel of his motorised wheelchair… (the fact that he was also asleep at the lights in the turning lane on a busy four lane highway probably added to their ire and brought the essential element of “circus” to the news story!)

Where?  A little red faced I confess this happened in downtown Cairns.  My town.  Half way around the world from Tignabraich Scotland.  In fact… if you were to fly for 24 hours in a straight line from pretty much anywhere on the planet you would eventually get… well… here.

Newsworthy yes… and indeed the incident did make front page news here too.  But what surprised me the most was that the Scottish newspaper was not the only one onto it.  India news… Hinduonline… Congo news… Reuters… even the NYTimes and the Huffington Post all got a hold of this one.  And in a matter of earthshattering minutes too.  Breaking news of the weirdest kind (apparently) travels fast.  I gave up counting at page 9 on Google for the news sources carrying this story!

Why there hasn’t been such a commotion online or off since that bloke up in the Top End was bitten on his Rear End by a taipan… as he crouched for a comfort stop by the side of an outback road in the Northern Territory.  Front page world news for over a week… but that was more than 3 weeks ago!

Amazing how quirky news travels fast… but why the fascination with such things when there is so much other “serious” stuff going on out there?  But I guess that’s the point isn’t it?   Where on earth would we be without a good laugh… especially when we get the chance to laugh at ourselves!  ( ~grin~)

I have no idea what the rest of the world must think of this place where we 20 million odd Aussies live (odd being the operative word here ~still grinning~)  This vast brown land all green around the edges just gets more entertaining by the minute!

Kangaroos bounding around our streets (oh yeah right)… crocodiles on the beaches (uhuh?)… snakes in places you could never imagine (well okay maybe)… should all make for one of the most exciting tourist destinations on the planet.  So “where the bloody hell are they?”  (to caption the late great ill-fated tourism ad campaign that crashed and burned)

Visitor numbers are down…. and can you blame them with all this crazy stuff going on?  I mean… “why the bloody hell would they?” *wink*

But no… it’s not the front page news of reckless runaway motorised wheelchairs or the belligerence of our (oooo scarey) wildlife that has tourists running scared.

Nope.  It’s all that rather stupid trivial stuff on page 3 that’s got them all stumped (and staying home).  Incidentals… like the burgeoning cost of fuel… the world economic crisis… political social and religious unrest across the planet… terrorism… war in the middle east…and the threat of climate change… jihad and global catastrophe.

Tsshhh… details details…

Oh come on over… she’ll be right mate!  (((chuckles)))

If  we should ever need to be reminded of how quickly time passes… look no further than a garden.  What a difference a day makes there!   One day a bud… the next… a flower.

It’s rapid.  And unforgiving.  Ants already encircle the delicate blooms.

So… without thought for the future or what might be… I resolve to simply enjoy the blossoms now.  Today.  As though tomorrow does not exist.  I breathe the scent that evokes the memories of childhood… passionfruit and jasmine… and of places real and imagined.   I close my eyes.  I am a child again.  Long ago and very far away… the fragrance of another time.   Scattered frangipani blossoms upon the grass… and deep reflections in the dark still water.  Tranquility.  I open my eyes to admire the flush of youth and innocent optimism in the plump freshness of the blooms.  So much hope and promise there!

And tomorrow… as the weight of morning dewdrop and gravity… and the passing of time weighs heavily on them… I will remember today.  Then happily move on.   And over the days to come… I will stop to appreciate the rich deep fragrance that only develops with age.   And the potential for joy that each moment of life can hold.

If only we might grasp it.

Youth is wasted on the young…(smiles)

And now the story… dredged from the family archive. This is reality internet at it’s debateable best folks… (laughs)

Please enjoy!

Cartoon Pen & Watercolour 8″ x 12″ Copyright 2008 Jean Burman

The billy cart stood at the ready… perched precariously at the top of the sloping driveway which pointed down in a jagged line toward the street 250 metres below. I eyed the contraption… anxiously noting the flimsy build-quality… it’s plastic seats barely hanging by the last thread on the screws which “secured” them to the thick sheet of ply that was the cart’s chassis.

The “billy” had foot-controlled steering “secured” with a rope… and bicycle hand brakes fitted on each side of the drivers seat… (not that they actually worked all that well).  But the piece de resistance… were the billy cart’s flash side mirrors… and four freewheeling 14 inch spoked bicycle wheels!

They were prone to buckling… everyone knew that. Especially around corners… when the full weight of passengers was forced onto the two opposing wheels. Many a bent up and badly twisted wheel had to be replaced after the long haul back up the hill at the conclusion of some of the cart’s (shall we say) less than successful (but no less spectacular) runs!

Thoughts of what I knew to be true about that billy cart ran through my mind the afternoon my 10 year old son pleaded with me to “come for a ride on the billy… pleeeease Mum?”

I smiled… arms crossed firmly across my chest. Uh-huh… like THAT was going to happen any time soon… (grin)

Childhood Hero Day got me thinking.  As a mother I have never particularly regarded myself as a hero. But looking back over the years of mothering children I feel fairly confident in saying I was no shrinking violet either. I did my time like other mothers on the frontline of defence for my kids. Back then it seemed like the only thing to do… and I don’t regret a minute of it!

In many ways… I guess we are heroes to our kids… even if ever so inadvertently!  Mum is the person who can fix anything… from a skinned knee… to a science project that just won’t stay stuck.

For my part… those were the days that I learned to become militant in my approach to “pretty much everything”.   And even after all the years… the “activist” label still sticks for better or worse in the hearts and minds of my kids!

It would seem I did have guts afterall! (laughs)

But in looking back… no experience large or small could have prepared me for “the ride of my life” that day on the billy cart!  Whatever possessed me to take up the challenge I can’t say. But I suspect it had something to do with showing them I was made of the “right stuff”.

Then before you could snap your fingers and say “silly woman”… there I was… bike helmet strapped firmly in place and perched precariously on the back of that flimsy cart waiting for the signal to go.   My young son was at the wheel (well okay there was no wheel… but he WAS holding onto the rope)… and I realise this may sound perverse… but I trusted him.   He had afterall done this many times before hadn’t he?

And I could be as brave as he thought I was… umm… couldn’t I?

Andrew (age 10) and Chris (age 13) on the Billy

Finally his best friend (and co conspirator in the billy cart venture) gave the nod… and with a push we were off.  I remember the girls then aged 8 and 6… their faces bright with excitement as we flew past them out the gate and down the driveway gathering speed at a great rate of knots.   The concrete passed quickly beneath us as the billy cart picked up even more speed… and the full realisation of how silly a decision this was for a control freak like me flashed through my mind.

Palm trees lined our driveway all the way to the bottom… and they were now passing us by in a blur. I clung on for dear life as the billy got airborn over the first bump… and then the second… and ran on down the hill wheels whirring in the wind. All I could think about (between screaming my lungs out and wondering how much skin I was going to lose) … was the awful flexing of those 14″ spokes… as we swerved to miss that last palm tree by just centimetres… before taking the final sweeping turn onto the vacant block of land at the bottom of the hill!

I was seeing stars as the billy cart came to a halt in the long grass of the vacant block… and relief swept over me in an instant. My first thought… I’m alive!   My second… get me off this thing … NOW!

Oddly enough… that was the day that my reputation as “hero” was (rightly or wrongly) set in stone!   All I can say about that is “God bless my kids”… that despite the shameless display of cowardice… and whilst totally freaked out and screaming her lungs out… they still thought their mother was “pretty cool”.

And that’s pretty cool in itself isn’t it?

Aren’t kids great?  ~grin~

Well… until they turn 14 anyway… (((chuckles)))

EPILOGUE

The billy cart met with an untimely demise.  Just like little Jackie Paper had done all those years before in Puff… Chris (3 years older than Andrew) grew up… and the billy cart made way for other toys.  Chris’ younger brother Scott then took up his seat.

The billy took it’s final run with Andrew,  Scott and the dog on board… on the sloping bitumen of Park Street right outside his house.  What really happened that day I can’t say.  It wasn’t my watch.  But the story goes… the dog jumped off… the billy cart slewed… the wheel came off… the billy crashed… and both kids were dumped face first onto the road.   The dog hasn’t been seen since… (just kidding!)

Multiple stitches ensued… and a brand new front tooth for Andrew.  The billy was dispatched to where all good billy carts go when they die… wherever that is.   I didn’t want to know.  LOL

Childhood Hero Day is June 13 and Megan at Imaginif suggested bloggers might like to post an article (or story) ahead of time… to bring attention to the day… and awareness to the fact that kids everywhere need… now more than ever… heroes in their lives!

I have written both… an article… and a story (dredged from the depths of the family archive! laughs) which I shall post next time. But for now… the article (and of course… the cartoon!)

Cartoon Pen & Watercolour Copyright 2008 Jean Burman

A recent report “Children’s Fears, Hopes and Heroes - Modern Childhood in Australia” surveyed 600 10 - 14 year olds… and revealed that kids today believe they have much to worry about!

It turns out that:

52% of children are scared that there will not be enough water in the future

44% of children are worried about the future impacts of climate change

43% of children are worried about pollution in the air and water

A third of children are anxious about terrorism.

And a staggering one in four believe that the world will end before they have the chance to grow up!

Add to this concerns of… bullying… obesity… thinness… self image… peer pressure… and acceptance… along with the day to day “stuff” of growing up in the fast pace of modern life (sometimes in environments burdened by excessive financial and emotional hardship)… and there you have it… one gargantuan block of issues to worry about!

What can we adults be thinking? (And by adults I mean all of us… not just parents but also the greater community)

Why do we burden them so?

Childhood just has to be a time when children can simply “be children”!

If not then… then when?

They need us now more than ever to buffer their experiences… to listen to them… (and really hear)… to love them… to shelter and protect them… and to be there to tell them that everything’s going to be okay!

And it will be okay.

Despite the doomsday bleatings of the press… and despite the worrying trends of a world which seems at times to be spinning dangerously out of control… and despite the many and varied modern day issues (some of them serious) that children face today… they WILL be okay.

Just as long as we are there for them… 100%… and they know it…no matter what!