Hello From Tasmania

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Hello From Tasmania


2009-2015-retired and on an old-age pension
1999-2009-writer & author, poet & publisher, editor & researcher; online journalist & blogger, reader & scholar; retired teacher & tutor, lecturer & adult educator; taxi-driver & ice-cream salesman, living in George Town Tasmania Australia
2002-2005-Program Presenter City Park Radio Launceston
1999-2004-Tutor and/or President George Town School for Seniors Inc
1988-1999 -Lecturer in General Studies and Human Services West Australian Department of Training
1986-1987 -Acting Lecturer in Management Studies and Co-ordinator of Further Education Unit at Hedland College in South Hedland WA
1982-1985 -Adult Educator Open College of Tafe Katherine NT
1981 -Maintenance Scheduler Renison Bell Zeehan Tasmania
1980-Unemployed due to Bi-Polar Disability
1979 -Editor External Studies Unit Tasmanian CAE , Youth Worker, Resource Centre Association Launceston, Lecturer in Organizational Behaviour Tasmanian CAE, Radio Journalist ABC Launceston
1976-1978 -Lecturer in Social Sciences & Humanities Ballarat CAE Ballarat
1975 - Lecturer in Behavioural Studies Whitehorse Technical College,
Box Hill Victoria
1974 -Senior Tutor in Education Studies Tasmanian CAE Launceston
1972-1973 -High School Teacher South Australian Education Department
1971 Primary School Teacher Whyalla SA Australia
1969-1971 Primary School Teacher Prince Edward County Board of Education Picton Ontario Canada
1969 Systems Analyst Bad Boy Co Ltd Toronto Ontario
1967-68 -Community Teacher Department of Indian Affairs and Northern Development Frobisher Bay NWT Canada
1959-67 -Summer jobs-1 to 4 months each- from grade 10 to end of university
1949-1967 - Attended 2 primary schools, 2 high schools and 2 universities in Canada-McMaster Uni-1963-1966 Windsor Teachers’ College-1966/7
1944-1963 -Childhood(1944-57) and adolescence(1957-63) in and around Hamilton Ontario
October 1943 to July 1944-Conception to Birth in Hamilton Ontario


I have been married for 43 years. My wife is a Tasmanian, aged 65. We’ve had one child: age 33 in 2010. I have two step-children: ages: 43 and 40 in 2010. I am 66, am a Canadian who moved to Australia in 1971 and have written several books--all available on the internet. I retired from full-time teaching in 1999, part-time teaching in 2003 and casual- volunteeer teaching/work in 2005 after 35 years in classrooms. In addition, I have been a member of the Baha’i Faith for 51 years. Bio-data: 6ft, 230 lbs, eyes-brown/hair-grey, Caucasian. See my website for more details at: http://www.users.on.net/~ronprice/ and go to any search engine and type: Ron Price followed by any one of a number of words: poetry, Bahá'í, literature, history, bipolar disorder, psychology, sociology, inter alia.

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Hi Ron, welcome to the forum! wow....,after reading all about you, I hope you "love birds", I do!!!


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I do indeed love birds, Araminta. I've just posted two pieces at this site expressing this appreciation and enjoyment......I also dropped back today some four years after this initial posting, on 27/5/'14, after being away from this site for some time. I up-dated my introduction and posted a couple of items, prose-poems, about birds, FYI and reading pleasure.-Ron Price, Australia

married for 47 years, a teacher for 32, a student for 18, a writer and editor for 15, and a Baha'i for 55(in 2014).

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The movie  Suddenly Last Summer was released in December 1959 just two months after I joined the Bahá'í Faith, and after starting to watch what became a famous TV series: The Twilight Zone.

Suddenly Last Summer was first performed on the stage in a play written by Tennessee Williams(1911-1983).  William’s 1959 play Sweet Bird of Youth was made into a film, and was released in 1962 in the months just before and after I began my pioneering-travelling life for the Canadian Bahá'í community.

I knew nothing of Tennessee Williams and his plays back then, occupied as I was with my teenage life of: sport, getting through high school, working out the unsettling and thrusting nature of my libido, as well as slowly finding my impulse to believe being housed in a new world religion.-Ron Price with thanks to several internet sites on Tennessee Williams, 17 February 2010.

That need lay quiet, unhurried and insidious

as a seed snowlocked in a bleak and lonely

landscape. Was it forgiveness that came and

a quite selective, timely, flooding rain? Why

did my burgeoning lovesap first stir in those

easy summer years which were replaced by

autumn and winter stripping my young tree

bare leaving my nerves raw, sharp, wishing

only for my death.....But renewal came, sex!




A fresh new life came into my daily existence

as I caught that glimpse of those birds flying(1) 

over Akka while I was eating all that good food,

and trying to survive all the sturm und drang of

what came to be called a schizoaffective state.




What was that sweet bird of youth that

suddenly heard those Tablets and the

whisper of a Plan which became a music,

the symphony of this earthly life?  In the

early spring and summer of my youth I

heard a new song and up from the Siyah-

Chal it rose, up from the dust of Shiraz &

it spilled its melody on all the years of my

life as I moved north and south and east &

west to the far corner of a distant continent

where I will lay my bones as quietly as that

seed was sown so long ago as my latter days

are flooded with water from so silent springs.

(1) I am indebted to Roger White and his poem New Song in Another Song Another Season, George Ronald, O xford, 1979, pp. 117-118.

Ron Price

17/2/'10 to 4/2/'15. 

married for 47 years, a teacher for 32, a student for 18, a writer and editor for 15, and a Baha'i for 55(in 2014).

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                                   THE SEAMSTRESS

It is love that threads my needle,

Affection braids the ply,

Faith's thimble nimbly shields from stab--

Thus swift my fingers fly

To stoutly reinforce the seam

Against death's careless rending;

My cunning stitch destructible

But heaven deft at mending.

Roger White, One Bird One Cage One Flight, p.121.

married for 47 years, a teacher for 32, a student for 18, a writer and editor for 15, and a Baha'i for 55(in 2014).

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From September 1999 to September 2013 I had a lemon tree outside my study where for eight hours a day, on average, I read and write, edit and research, and do online blogging & journalism.  This particular lemon tree was one of the most prolific in this small town of about 5000 in northern Tasmania. this town is "the g-spot" I sometimes think of this beautiful island state.  A neighbour across our street---Reece Street as it is called after the farmer who owned the property some forty years ago--- expressed to me her jealousy, her envy, of our tree. 

As I sat in her lounge-room chatting with her and her husband, she said she has been trying to grow a lemon tree for some time and unsuccessfully. I enjoyed those 14 years of lemon-tree-gazing, taking-in at the same time: the variously coloured sky, my wife’s little garden, the telephone pole across the street, the birds on the wires, the branches, the flowers and grass, the occasional sound of a car or truck, or child or passer-by.-Ron Price, Pioneering Over Four Epochs, 26/11/'05 to 27/5/'14.

Day after day as I sat and pondered,

and---wrote about the several and

various exigencies of the times,

there also sat, firmly rooted in the

soil of this ancient land, a fine lemon

tree.  Just outside the window of my

study, perhaps five feet from the glass

and screens, its branches reaching over

the garden path up as high as the books

and files in my study here just a few feet

away with their own bitter-sweet contents. 



Regularly pollinated by bees, the flowers

turned into hard, green lemons and then

bright yellow globes with juice for all

who wanted to squeeze out their gifts.



Yes, a few feet away ideas dropped,

pollinated by the bees of desire, memory,

imagination and, perhaps, those mysterious

dispensations of Providence. There was a

brightness there too and a bitterness of taste

which brought out the best in life’s sweetness.



For not everything can be sweet, not all the

juices and wines of our days can have that

pleasing taste on the buds and blossoms of the

mind and heart which register the meaning,

the import, the felicity, the facticity of it all.



I could not eat of this tree, not because it was

the tree of knowledge which began with Adam,

but because it cannot satisfy or appease the hunger.



Like death, though, this tree had a sweetness

that derived from life, its tests and trials,

its tribulations, the breaking of hearts,

the very groans I utter. Yes, these vicissitudes

of fortune, these bright globes on the green

tree which grows in the land of knowledge

are at the very centre of reality—yet so few

desire them at all. How strange! How pitiful!


Ron Price

26/11/'05 to 4/2/'15.

PS As I updated this prose-poem this lemon-tree has had to be cut-down since it acquired some disease. Citrus trees are common in backyards all over Australia, but the challenge is that they suffer from many pests and diseases. It’s important to know what signs to look for, how to treat them and how best to feed citrus for a healthy tree and great fruit crops.

lemon tree that has lost many leaves and has dead wood might well be sick. My wife pruned any dead wood off to encourage new growth. Problems can also be caused by a severe lack of water, but my wife was a faithful waterer of the garden. Citrus trees need lots of water. In Adelaide apply about 3 to 4 centimetres of the equivalent of rain each week from spring until autumn. The way to see whether you're doing this correctly is simply to use a cup, turn on a sprinkler and see how long it takes to get 3 to 4 centimetres of water in the cup. Elsewhere around Australia use commonsense. Feel the leaves. If they feel cool and thick, the tree is fine, but in hot weather, if they feel dry and leathery, the citrus probably needs a drink. My wife, as I say, was a commonsense waterer.

A hole in a citrus tree indicates a more serious problem. It's caused by a borer. Borers are the schoolyard bullies of the plant kingdom. They attack the weakest plants and those under stress. It does not mean they will spread to other trees. For recent holes take a piece of wire, and jam it down the hole to skewer the borer. But for a tree riddled with borers and other problems it might be better to remove the tree and plant a healthy, new one. Plant it a little away from the old tree and in a couple of years you'll have a great crop of lemons. My wife tried everything but, in the end, had to put the tree down like an animal. Its leaves and branches are now on the local tip.


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