Things You Didn’t Know About Nana

Today on the Zero to Hero challenge it’s been suggested that we bloggers set up a regular feature so I’ve decided to have a go at a weekly post called “Things You Don’t Know About Nana”. If ever I let slip even a very mild expletive my grandchildren always appear absolutely shocked but if I point out that I’ve heard them say worse I’m told, “But Nana, we don’t expect that from you!”

I’ve thought to myself of the many things they don’t know about me, some which might shock them but hopefully more that might amuse them. I’m hoping that I can come up with 52 things, one for each week and Wednesday is my chosen day for posting though I did pop one in yesterday.

I would love to hear stories from others. For younger followers the title might have to be changed to, “What I Know About My Nana”!  I’m very new to this aspect of blogging but think the best way for me to read any of your stories is by a link to your blog with your comment.


I Didn’t Think I was Hippie but …..

These are apparently the things that defined Hippies:

A person who in the 60s and 70s ……..

Supported peace, not war

Was pro-environment

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Was into folk music

Rejected conventional values

Wore loose flowing clothes, cheesecloth shirts, embroidered jeans, beads, headbands

Liked to go barefoot

Was into Communal Living

Was vegetarian

Was into free love

Took hallucogenic drugs like LSD & Marijuana

Now, how many do you need to tick before you qualify? If it’s more than half then I guess I was a Hippie after all! I was never into drugs or free love, not enough of a rebel to leave home and move into a commune. I really wanted to go to Woodstock but didn’t have the nerve though if I’d been living in the USA maybe I would have overcome that.

I grew up going barefoot most of the time so I’m not sure that would have counted if I hadn’t made and proudly worn some of those raffia daisy “sandals” that had no soles. They had plaited strands that went around the big toe, over the top of the foot, that’s were the daisies were, then tied behind the ankle. I loved cheesecloth blouses, crochet waistcoats, tie and dye stuff as well as strands of beads round my wrist. No VW Beetle or Combi for me, sadly I had to make do with a bright yellow Morris Oxford with big daisy stickers on the hubcaps.

I wish this had been mine!

I wish this had been mine!

Peace will always be a priority for me and so is looking after our environment.  My Joan Baez, James Taylor, Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger & Creedence Clearwater records are still on the shelf and I’ve listened to the music on tape, CD and now as an MP3 file. I still love the sounds and lyrics. I see myself as quite conventional, I live with my husband, worked in a conservative profession for most of my life, paid off the mortgage and raised 2 children. My biggest struggle now is against consumerism, maybe because the Hippie is still inside me telling me that a simple life is best for us and the world.

Finding the Greener Grass

Over the last few years I’ve travelled thousands of kilometres across Australia and probably another thousand around Scotland. This past weekend I travelled just 390kms to Beachport and once again was reminded of the beautiful places close to home. So often we fall into the trap of thinking to have a good holiday you need to travel far but we certainly don’t.  Around Beachport there were bushwalks and wetlands to explore, beautiful beaches and judging by the number of boats around, excellent fishing. One morning we watched a big Cray-fishing boat come in to the jetty to offload its catch. I wish we’d remembered to buy some before we left.

Now that we’re back home we’ve decided to check out other places within just a 1 hour drive.

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Mama, what if nobody “likes” me?

Human nature being what it is, everybody wants to be liked even if they put on a tough front and say they don’t care. So when I posted something on one of my blogs and few “likes” came up I immediately felt disappointed, it was an emotional response. I think that’s what social networking sites feed on and ultimately many, many users are sucked in. The reasons for each are very different. The blogger is rewarded with an increased feeling of self worth, after all so many people “like” them. For the companies behind the host sites though the rewards are purely financial. For the more responsible host sites more bloggers and viewers means more advertising revenue and for dodgy sites at best they simply sell people’s information.

What happened though when I didn’t get the “likes” I hoped for?  I could have  encouraged more “likes” by the “I’ll scratch your back if you’ll scratch mine” method, this is how so many Facebook users end up with hundreds of “friends” they know absolutely nothing about. I could have written on topics I knew interested  heaps of people eg “Pets”.  I could have responded to a forum topic and made sure my post was right near the top of the list so more people were likely to look at it. One thing I wouldn’t do is become active on a social networking site but I didn’t do any of those things, I  just took  off the “Likes” widget, and am happy to write what I want.

You can call me a silly goat if you want, just write it in the Comments box!

It’s Bugging Me!

I’m trying to participate in each task of the Zero to Hero Challenge but don’t feel I’ve been very successful with the last few but here’s my compromise for today. You can find out about the challenge by clicking on the logo to the left.

I am not an entomologist, just someone interested in critters I see in my yard so if you know the names of the bugs please feel free to tell me. Clicking on a photo will enlarge it and take you to a Slideshow.

Social Media or Social Substitute?

Today as part of the Zero to Hero blogging challenge we’ve been asked to link blogs to one or more of these sites. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Path etc but I won’t do it. I’m not a Luddite, I have a Facebook account (but I access it only when my family tell me they have posted a photo for me to look at) and did have a Twitter account 5 years ago.

I don’t like either. I don’t think Facebook encourages good communication, instead I think people usually substitute numerous trivial texts for a meaningful conversation. While people are logging into Facebook they are not actually out doing anything likely to promote real dialogue. For the many people who become hooked on Facebook the only topic they can possibly discuss is what’s been said on Facebook so it goes around in a never ending loop. I have seen the viciousness and harm that can result amongst teenage girls.

Anyone who has been out eating in public recently will have seen groups of people ostensibly “socialising” but how many heads are down looking at a screen rather than at the other faces? Maybe they are actually updating their Facebook page telling all their “friends” they are out to dinner when really they would be just as social sitting at home cuddling their computer, or tablet, or phone!

So, big deal, this has nothing to do with linking my blog. Well yes, to me it does. I’m not looking for heaps of traffic to my blog, I’d be happy to have a few genuine readers who think about my posts. If I’m lucky I’ll get some comments that will make me think some more too.


My Reputation

There is no way I’d write something like his if it wasn’t part of the Zero to Hero Challenge!

How does anyone know the reputation they have? I’ve just been shredding a lifetime’s references and if you believed them I’d be caring, competent, organised, excellent communicator etc etc but friends and family I’m sure would have different ideas. The only way I can think of, apart from references, is what people have said to me. Now, what they say to others about me could be completely different!

People always tell me I’m “strong” which I find amazing because I churn up inside about everything but I do know it’s a common perception of me because I’ve often been asked to represent people in difficult situations. My sister-in-law however thinks I’m strong because I eat fresh fruits and salads while resisting all creamy, greasy concoctions. I tell her I just don’t like them but she can’t believe that could possibly be true.

I have a deserved reputation for being interested in plants and animals though certainly some people would know me as a plant-killer-through-kindness.

In the past my reputation would certainly have been as a crafty/arty person but now it’s more likely to be as a photographer who doesn’t like to be photographed!

I believe my family would say I’m always there for them if they need help but the knowledge that my youngest grandson had faith I could even “make it rain” during the recent heatwave is a treasure. Of course I didn’t disappoint him, overhead sprinklers are there to be used!

Nana can make it rain.

Nana can make it rain.