Saturday, September 28, 2013

O as in 'Ole'

O@workplace



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I worked and studied with the Department of Education from 1970 to early 2007. In those days the DoE operated the Teachers Colleges in NSW. Part of our two year course was to do practice teaching sessions from 2-4 weeks, two to three times per year. My final Prac was for 4 weeks at Orange Grove PS in Lilyfield. In the final week, I was on the floor boards for every lesson. My legs ached for hours every evening and I was exhausted, which was an indication of what life was going to be like for years to come. 

I was lucky to have a very good master teacher helping out .... with advice! I went back some years later as a Kanga cricket umpire in the PSSA Friday Sport comp. Not much had changed!! I was almost posted there 3 days per week to teach Italian but refused the offer as I didn't want to work 2 days a week somewhere else. Split positions were not my cup of tea.

These days, OGPS has a Saturday Market which is very popular and helps to supplement the school's finances. It still has a play area despite the shrinking open space of inner city schools due to higher enrolments and more demountables to accommodate the increasing population. 


O@Discarded

My orchids have been beautiful this spring but they do not bloom forever. The discarded blooms and the empty stem have begun their next life in the compost bin.




O@Arts

I have had this vase for many years but never used it as the artist, Michael Bang intended ie a bulb vase for forcing bulbs to grow roots and shoots and bloom indoors. Its opalescent colour is not my favourite colour but it must be helpful for bulb fanciers.



O@Old

This piece of organdie was in my mother's material chest back in the 50s as long ago as I can remember. It was too small for anything else other than a doll's outfit but somehow it stayed in one piece. It was the most beautiful fabric I had seen in those early years. Over time, the organdie became mine. I occasionally come across it and still marvel at its colours and fine weaving. However, today I noticed some tiny holes. It's been useful for a couple of moths but is too fragile and too precious to make into anything. Time marches on....it's approaching sixty and is too old to have another life! It is in its retirement in my fabric cupboard.


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