May 7 is a special day for me.
In 1919, on that date, was born, at Everton NSW, Ian Archibald BEVAN. Ian was my 'partner' for over 30 years, until his death ... well, it will be 20 years ago soon ...
This is my favourite latter day photo of him.
Tonight, we will light the valedictory candles for him on his 105th birthday.
I was hoping for a quiet day, you know, when you are being valedictory. But .. well, anything but ..
Today the 'fire lighting ban' under which we have suffered for months and months was lifted. I was actually in touch with the fire department two days ago, asking what was happening. They told me 'get a new browser'. FENZ get a new website, a new system ... if I can't contact you, then I ignore you.
Anyway, early this morning, I had to take my little car up to the garage, for a 9am appointment. And what?! My neighbour had a huge bonfire going! When I got home, Nick McPherson and Max Macmillan from the Balcairn/Sefton page had spread the news. Ban over. I rushed outside waving a box of what are accounted matches in the 21st century and set alight the reeking six-months old fire pile.
Oh dear. I am still suffering from my fall. I fell twice into the fire pile. Fortunately, the bit I had not lit. Wendy had an acupuncturist appointment, so I was Fire Chief for two hours ... I normally cannot stand for two hours, but a pitchfork helps. And I was sort of mesmerised by the fire ... it was the Gates to the Other World, clothed in fire and smoke ... those buried in the grounds of Gerolstein would rise again, phoenix-like, through the flaming chasms ...
Boofie, Sally and ... Ian.
Wendy emerged after my two hour Feuerwatch ... and I was able to wobble, well-toasted, across to the Acupuncture Room.
I was a mess. My fall of last week had apparently thrown my body (such as it is) into all sorts of chasms and spasms. Work began ...
An hour later ... magic! So much better!
And 5pm ...
The valedictory candles ...
Ever remembered, darling man xxx
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