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Marburg Pub, circa 1891
Living and Writing among the Historical Ghosts of the Rosewood Scrub
Telling stories
My fictional family, the Jaeckels, left Marburg, Germany after the Prussian takeover in 1866 and ended up in Marburg, in the colony of Queensland, Australia. This is my story of writing their story.
On history:
"Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:/
all we can pray for is that artists,/
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it."
W.H. Auden
Marburg Pub, circa 1891
Blithe's Bookshelf
3 comments:
Have you and Mr. Blithe going into horse ranching?
Looks like it doesn't it? Our house is located very oddly at the back of a two acre block so our back fence (3 strands of barbed wire) is a barely legal distance away from the house. It doesn't matter as nothing is, or will be built there, but the horses get very close.
We can't plant anything too edible near the fence although in dry times, the horses' definitions of edible are very wide.
Current neighbours have many horses and I have woken often to what sounds like horses in the next room. Imagine 17 galloping past the house! Or snorting loudly in the deep silence of a country night.
The horses snorting, not me!
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