We watched a gum tree explode in flames.
It was January 2nd, a girls’ night out, to “Paint and Sip”, one of those typically Aussie fun events where we all painted a picture, in this case, a Kookaburra, while sipping wine. We knew a bushfire had come within three kilometers of us.
We were staying with my husband’s brother and sister-in-law and family in Wangi Wangi, New South Wales. The name of this little town of about 2,900 is an aboriginal term believed to mean water water, as it sits on a peninsula on a coastal lake. It’s about a 90-minute drive north of Sydney.
Each day, for weeks, smoke from the growing fires along the central east coast would drift in and out, depending on the wind direction. Temperatures peaked in the 40’s. The houses and stores were decorated for the Christmas season, as odd as that seemed to this Canadian. Santa arrived in a boat Christmas Eve and after a light rain we awoke to clear blue skies Christmas Day. The fires still raged north and south of us along the central east coast. There just wasn’t enough rain and hadn’t been for months.
We saw the awful plume of smoke around the next bend on Lake Macquarie New Year’s Day. The local fireworks New Year’s Eve had been cancelled when a strong southerly wind came up threatening to send embers onto the dry, grassy shore.
The bush fires, combined with heat into the 40’s and drought, had come earlier this summer and as the world came to know, more deadly and catastrophic than ever. The “fireys”, mostly with the RFS, Rural Fire Service, were working around the clock in an attempt to contain the mega blazes and hotspots.
That day, we were seeing the results up close: gums trees with blackened trunks, smoke curling up from the charred ground, littered with white ash, like surreal snow, the smell of smoke thick in the air, stinging our eyes and catching in our throats.
The road to Wangi had re-opened but the flames had come right up to the road, burning the sign, leaving only “ngi Road“ with “Toronto 6” pointing the other way, barely visible. (Yes, there are other Torontos in this world, this one considerably smaller than the one back home.)
There were firetrucks and weary crews every few hundred meters and we gazed in wondrous horror at the sight of that one gum tree, fueled by its eucalyptus oil, bursting into a flash of red and yellow against the night sky, right before our eyes.
Now bushfires are a natural phenomenon in Australia, nature’s way of procreating some plant species. Historically, Indigenous Australians used fire to clear grasslands for hunting and planting but the arrival of Europeans, whose lifestyles altered the landscape, global warming and sadly, arson in too many cases, has replaced acceptance in the hearts and minds of Australians with a visceral fear. The country’s population is centered along its vast coastal regions. However, where rural communities and new development meet bushlands, the danger increases dramatically.
The dry and parched farmland we saw during a drive into once green Hunter Valley wine country, and wilted leaves on the vines reminded us of the suffering that surrounds us: lives, livelihoods and so many animals lost, homes destroyed, communities running low on water reserves, fireys, the beloved and heroic firefighters killed, maimed or exhausted. We are among the lucky ones.
There is anger and debate about federal management of this emergency, how some local cost-cutting measures, including cancelling backburns, a proactive action to counteract a potential fire, may have contributed to this disaster. Global warming conversation intensifies.
The people of Wangi, like so many communities are responding to the plight of their fellow countrymen with donations and fundraisers. The power company is giving firefighters a break on their electrical bills and thankfully much of the world is watching, talking, and assisting for now… but what about tomorrow?
The beautiful birds of Australia, the lorikeets, galas, cockatoos and that kookaburra that I watched one morning perched on a lush gum tree by the lake, have the best chance of fleeing these flames and I hope, like the one in my painting, they will watch over a new resolve to paint a brighter future for Australia and the entire planet.
Connie Smith is a free-lance journalist and media instructor at Mohawk College who has visited Australia, the birthplace of her husband Dave Wilson, many times.
Community Living’s talent show cuts through the fog of election campaign cynicism.
Jeremy Goode, Emily Arbic and Ashmit Pal celebrate their winning performances at the Burlington Performing Arts Centre following Community Living’s Got Talent Saturday Sept. 21. - Snapd Burlington , Jodi Carr.
Judges (left to right) River Christie-White, Pat Leyland, Connie Smith, Amber Armstrong and Sarah Lisi compare notes backstage at Community Living Burlington’s Got Talent. - Snapd Burlington, Jodi Carr.
It was a welcome reprieve from this depressingly frustrating federal election campaign that's seeing politicians and pundits alike fighting for attention in such desperate, oh so transparent and — thanks often to social media — somewhat twisted attempts to get our votes. So I hope this little story gives you reason to have hope and smile.
The Burlington Performing Arts Centre exploded in unbridled joy and jubilation on this Saturday night in September, after the performances of a lifetime for a group of entertainers I must call my newest heroes, competing in Community Living Burlington's Got Talent #YESWEDO.
I meet up with my fellow judges backstage. River is last's year's grand prize winner who blew us away with his traditional hoop dancing which he performs to raise awareness for Autism, inclusion and diversity. He is one of the most well-spoken and insightful young men I have ever met. Sarah, a rhythmic gymnast, is also a former talent show contestant who won seven medals, most of them gold, at this year's Special Olympics in Abu Dhabi. She returned to Burlington to a hero's welcome.
Before the show, the excitement backstage is as electric as the costumes, from Bollywood gowns, to traditional Indigenous robes and headdress. We find ballerina Emily, a vision in flowing white, stretched out on the floor in splits, preparing for her number. Emily graduated with honours this spring from Conestoga College's Early Childhood Education program. Her stage presence is so engaging you can't help but smile in wonder and her dancing exquisite.
I could have been in Carnegie Hall listening to 12 -year-old Ashmit on piano segueing effortlessly and elegantly from "Classical Sonatina in D Major" to Billy Joel's "Piano Man." His manners and poise are incomparable. Ashmit has received numerous Royal Conservatory of Music awards and scholarships and wants to teach in his own studio one day after he masters several other instruments. Did I say he was 12?
I learn that Jeremy suffered a stroke at two months of age. As a young man today, conversations are difficult and it's hard to tell if he is even cognizant of what's happening around him but when he steps out on stage, and with a little imagination it could have been on Broadway itself, he steals the show and the grand prize performing "Les Poissons" as Chef Louie from "The Little Mermaid." Jeremy received a mark of 88 on his Royal Conservatory of Music voice exam.
At the other end of the age spectrum, Gary, over 50 and Anne, 67, partially blind and deaf, bring me to tears with their hauntingly beautiful renditions of "Green Green Grass of Home" and "You Needed Me." Anne's dream is to meet her idol, Anne Murray one day and how wonderful it would be to make that dream come true (watch for an update…).
For the judges it's a near-impossible feat to mark and rank 15 outstanding performances in all for I can honestly say for once in my life, they all get my vote!
It sounds like a cliché to say they all are winners but they are and they are not the only ones. Just to know there are individuals out there so pure of heart and intention, so authentic, inspiring and joyful in the face of their own lifelong personal struggles is a gift … a gift of hope for our often sad and downtrodden species so focused so often on everything that is wrong. For on this night everything feels right and everyone, on stage, backstage and in the audience is, indeed, a winner.
Now back to your regularly scheduled news from the election campaign trail … with a little more hope, I hope.
OPINION Oct 04, 2019 by Connie Smith - Hamilton Spectator.