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Thursday, 23 January 2025

Australia: a social history

 A short sampler of one of the works up in the air, right now. While this is social history, we need to start with the geology, the rocks that shaped our home, and determined what lives here. It started as the 80,000-word Big Book of Australian History, published in for editions by the National Library of Australia, this is my own Director's Cut, more than three times as long.

This is all the hows and whys that lie beneath Australia’s history, like how the geology of Gondwana shaped its plants and animals and so shaped Indigenous lives, farming and land holding. How the convicts got here, what they wore, how gold was discovered long before Hargraves (and the conspiracy he pulled off), why ladies stood on chairs in Melbourne and waved their hankies, etc. etc. for 252,000 words. This is all the news that was fit to print—but wasn’t.

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If the climate is cold enough to produce frost, water soaks into the surface and changes to ice, which may wedge particles of rock off. Any pointed bits and corners get more water, and are more exposed to the cold, so off they go! Any rock hound looking at rock like this can read its story at a glance, but granite has more surprises to offer.

Near Wave Rock in Western Australia, you can see spheroidal granite—and a truly amazing shape in the rocks, the granite ‘wave’ that you can see just before the start of this chapter. Standing 11 to 12 metres high, the flared slope looks just like a giant wave, about to break.


Wave Rock was featured on 28 April 1965 in Women’s Weekly, and the magazine said the wave shape was a result of wind erosion, though adding the suggestion that the shape might also be due to the ‘action of glaciers’. Later reports said the cause was the action of an ancient sea, lapping the foot of the cliff, and as these tales leak into history, we need to consider them. Geologists asked: if the sea had been there, where were the marine deposits When somebody suggested sand blasting as the cause, the spoilsports explained that a noticeable feature of bare rock surfaces like Hyden Rock or Uluru was that a lot of water ran off them, when the rare rains came by.

That wet the soil around the rock and supported more vegetation than in other places. So even if desert winds came rushing in, the plants would absorb the force of the wind, and stop the sand grains that were supposed to have shaped the ‘wave’. Flared slopes are also found around other large bodies of rock, like the cave seen here, one of the ones around the base of Uluru that visitors are allowed to enter. Similar shapes can also be found on the Eyre Peninsula in South Australia.


A cave at the base of Uluru.

The simple answer is that the same water run-off that knocked out the sand-blasting theory was a central part of the true cause of these concave forms. Australia is an old land, with old soils that have been exposed to dry winds over many years. Features like Wave Rock and Uluru that now rear up out of the flat plains were once hidden underground, within the plains. Over time, the winds uncovered them, but once the stone was exposed, rainfall ran straight off it.

The cleverest early white explorers quickly got the idea of asking the people who lived there, the Aboriginal Australians, where to look for water. Some of them followed “native roads”, knowing the tracks made by countless feet had to lead to water, because people who knew the area would not go to dry places. Invariably, the “native wells”, the soaks, lay at the foot of a rocky slope, and this steady supply of water explains how the wave shape developed.


Weathering on the surface of Uluru.

Water weathers some of the minerals in rocks, whether the rock is the granite of Wave Rock, or the arkose sandstone of Uluru. The minerals break down, and in a sense, the rock just rots away under the influence of the damp soil. The minerals that had been rock became dust, and as the wind blew, or a rare flash flood gurgled across the plain, those minerals were carried away.

About this book

I come to this matter as a science-trained observer who can explain how the geology and biology have determined our past, and will determine our future. I explore what makes us Australian, and why that matters.

When I was a child, history was about learning lists of things, but never about the why questions I wanted to ask. And those lists were of important people and places, not about the stuff of the everyday life of life, or how people got their daily needs. There is still too much of that traditionalism, so when the National Library hired me to tell the story of us to the young ones, I jumped in, and we did four editions of The Big Book of Australian History.

Now the National Library has lost its edge, and I want to deliver the same sort of message to Australian adults in any case, because we seem to be losing our edge. As I explain, early on, I like to sit in an overseas eatery or drinkery and let loose an anonymous “G’day!” just to stir the other Australians up. I am the larrikin trouble-maker our history needs.

Starting with Pangaea and Gondwana, I look at how our geology shaped the soil, the climate, plants and animals: with no beasts of burden or high-efficiency crop plants, I examine what makes Australians different, even as those shared differences bring us together. Lacking suitable animals and plants, Indigenous society and land management had to be different. To survive, the first Australians used people rotation, rather than crop rotation.

The European invaders brought in unsuitable crops and unsuitable animals and dismissed the local solutions as primitive, then tried to impose European practices on a foreign clime. The Australians themselves experimented with assimilating a few white people into their society, but these trials mainly failed. At the same time, indigenous artists took to European art media and conventions.

Then we step back, to examine how the Europeans arrived off Australia’s coasts, saw what was in Australia, and liked it enough to grab it. Once they decided to make a land grab, the British invaded, and this is the only way to describe what happened. Denialists may bray that there were no arms, but even if we ignore the guns and flags at the settlement proclamation, the parallels to the Norman invasion make a mockery of any denial.

The Normans looked around England and said, “This is nice land: it’s ours now. Oh, and those laws of yours: forget about them, because you’ll be using ours from now on, and you’d better start speaking our language, as well.” Social disruption is what invasion is about, and that’s what happened in Australia in 1788, along with land-grabbing.

The early white Australians knew the horrors of a sea trip, and the next generation learned from their elders of the sea sickness, heat in the doldrums, slop buckets and dreadful food, but they started wearing their own sorts of clothes and speak their own language. They mixed together so much that there are no regional; dialects, just a few words that betray your colony or state of origin. By the 1820s, an Australian accent and even dialect began to emerge

Next came expansion, but while the explorers may have believed they were going out into trackless and unpeopled areas, they followed the tracks or native roads, and saw either “natives”, or their traces, everywhere. Spilling over the Blue Mountains, freed convicts and new arrivals grabbed more land, forcing the original owners away. Australian ways of doing things began to emerge: bark and slab huts, new clothes and new foods.

A mature society was already there when gold was discovered, and new arrivals enriched our society, Australia, thanks to the inflow of gold, probably had a higher standard of living than any nation in the world, although Australia was not yet a nation. All Australians feared snakes and spiders, they fought drought, floods and fire, but by the 1850s, most people could find their way in the bush and they had laid down roads over the old foot-padded tracks, bringing in engineering to shape Country.

Australians wore the same clothes, ate the same foods, drank the same drinks, sang the same songs, knew the same legends and played the same sports. Becoming a nation in 1901, for a long while, we called ourselves ‘British’, but after gold was officially found (and ever since), people poured in from all over the world, bringing in new ideas and ideals, but all of these people were drawn into speaking and behaving “like Aussies”. In their turn, they warned later foreigners about drop bears and bunyips.

We went off to fight Britain’s wars, though in the 1940s, we changed to regard the USA as a better force to be allied with, and as we approach recent times, from Korea onwards, we joined in the battles of the US. In sport, in science and in the arts, Australia more than held its own on the world stage. We started wearing our own sorts of clothes and speaking our own language. Along the way, women started wearing trousers if they wished: we were forging a new future.

In the end, we started to look at our origins, and sometimes felt less than pleased, but sometimes we thought all was bonzer. Having explored Australia’s troubles, disasters and triumphs, we end with the Voice referendum

Where do you stand? At the end of this warts-and-all book, you will hopefully have moved a bit.


Australianisms

A short sampler of one of the works up in the air, right now. 

There is room for a very interesting dictionary of Australianisms. But I have no time to collect such a list.
Richard Twopeny, Town Life in Australia, 1883.

There are probably 2000 terms and phrases that we regard as Australian (some of them aren't).

Some of them are now lost to the common parlance, but I wondered when they first came into use, because I was writing YA historical fiction.

I speak all three Australian dialects, and adjust my accent and vocabulary, based on where I am, so Struth Bruce, it's down to me to deliver the good oil, right? Take a dekko (1896) at these:

a bad apple: 1890

Bunyip (Gawler, SA), 10 October 1890, 3.

Put a bad apple in a basket of good ones and the whole will become diseased.

billy: 1848

The Courier (Hobart), 29 July 1848, 2. The earliest located instance by a large margin, implying a Tasmanian origin for the word.

… we went in the evening, and he put some bread on the table, and the “billy” on the fire; we told him we would not wait for anything to eat, but would take the things he was going to give and go away.

Collins street cocky: 1924

Williamstown Advertiser (Vic), 15 November 1924, 1. See also Pitt Street farmer; Queen Street cocky and St George’s Terrace cocky.

Before polling day the Farmer’s Union said that the return of a Collins street cocky of the Peacock type would be a tragedy. Now John Allen, leader of the Country party, is proud to lead a Government of which the same Peacock, always eager to be in the ministry, is his second in command. It’s a wonder the paid organisers in the Country party are not ashamed to draw their salaries.

cooee: 1826

The Australian (Sydney), 20 December 1826, 3. This was during a trip, by foot and by boat, to Brisbane Water, via Manly and Pittwater, to somewhere near Terrigal.

Evening was approaching, our provisions were gone — the servant had been despatched to announce us and prepare for dinner, and the struggling through the rich luxuriant vegetation had wearied us more than all the open country, we were nearly exhausted; the freshest of our party was despatched in the right direction, according to the sun, while we rested ourselves anxiously waiting the concerted signal of “coo-ey,” as soon as the path was found.

damper: 1825

Hobart Town Gazette and Van Diemen’s Land Advertiser, 28 January 1825, 2. A report on the harvest.

Then notwithstanding it is so limited as to forbid the enjoyment of superfluities, we have no doubt that it will give the working family a rasher of good bacon, an excellent damper, and a copious draft of new milk, which, we are presumptuous enough to assert, do not appear indicative of famine.

drop bear: 1967

Australian Army (National), 12 October 1967, 1. (The KSLI were the King’s Shropshire Light Infantry, engaged in exercises with the Australian Army.)

Something else to come out of PIPING SHRIKE was the hide of a dreaded Drop Bear, below, nailed to a tree outside the Q Store. The KSLI heard many reports from Diggers about this beast. ARMY’s full report on the habits and habitat of the Drop Bear appears on p13, this issue. [Note: Page 13 does not exist.]

Esky: 1955

The Beaudesert Times (Qld), 4 March 1955, 6.

The gifts were a[n] Esky Ice Box and Magic Bric.

fat lamp: 1827

The Australian (Sydney), 20 March 1827, 2. A ride to Bathurst.

Some dirty pork fat or dripping, in a bit of broken plate, was our only lamp

fat lamp: 1847

Sydney Morning Herald, 22 March 1847, 3.

TAYLOR’S PATENT FAT LAMPS, FOR BURNING TALLOW IN PLACE OF OIL.
This newly invented Lamp is admirably adapted for the Bush and Country Gentlemen, as it will burn waste grease, tallow, or fat of any description, and saves the inconvenience and expense of sending oil into the interior.


It now stretches to 3800 entries covering 1850 terms in 275,000 words. 

More to the point, my work gets the earliest dates far closer to right:

The only competing works fall into two classes: giggle booklets for tourists, presenting Ockers as clones of Paul Hogan or Steve Irwin, offering a few sometimes dubious definitions. These works pay no attention to the origins or changing senses (and no, I don’t define the terms). Then there are two OUP projects which are clearly sub-standard on their research. They are:

Australian words and their origins, edited by Joan Hughes, Melbourne: Oxford University Press, 1989; and

The Australian national dictionary: Australian words and their origins, edited by Bruce Moore. South Melbourne: Oxford University Press, second edition, 2016.

Their errors come, I think, from hiring bored undergrads to do their research. Either that or they relied too much on books as sources (and as I know, to my dissatisfaction, it often takes years to get a publisher interested in a slowly-mouldering ms, making the first-use dates appear later). Newspapers are far more immediate, so dates from there for the same phrase tend to be earlier than those drawn from published books. I relied heavily (but not solely) on the National Library of Australia’s Trove newspaper database.

aerial ping pong: Hughes has 1964 for this Moore has 1947, but I have The West Australian, 24 November 1945, 5. Article ‘Brave New Words’.

ant-bed floor: Hughes and Moore have 1913 for this, but I have The Australasian (Melbourne), 12 July 1890, 43.

ant caps: Hughes has 1955 for this, but I have Kalgoorlie Miner, 28 October 1896, 2. I missed checking this in Moore.

Anzac biscuits: Hughes has 1943 for this, Moore has 1923, but I have Sunday Times (Perth), 4 June 1916, 7.

ANZAC Day: Hughes has 1916 for this, but I have The Advertiser, 28 August 1915, 2. The date was to be October 13.

apples (she’s): Hughes and Moore have 1943 for this, but I have Western Mail, 18 December 1941, 35.

I have billy from The Courier (Hobart, Tas.), 29 July 1848, 2, but Bruce Moore p. 92 dates it at 1849.

I have lollies from Bell’s Life in Sydney and Sporting Reviewer, 5 September 1846, 2, but Moore. p. 94 dates it at 1854.

Even the Macquarie Dictionary gets it wrong!

The Macquarie Dictionary website gives “since the 1960s” for Things are crook in Tallarook, but I have it in the Benalla Ensign (Vic), 24 January 1941, and I have another hit from 1952.

And then there is Gerry Wilkes’ Dictionary of Australian Colloquialisms.

There, the dates there do not hold a candle to mine. I gave up after the letter C, but here are his source dates, with my carefully researched dates in brackets. Note the bolded dates: some of the discrepancies are more than half a century!

(I found one instance, where his date was older than mine, but I could not confirm it.)

aerial pingpong 1963 (1945); Albany doctor 1922 (1906); Apple Isle: 1963 (1903); apples (she’s) 1952 (1945); Arthur or Martha, 1957 (1943); Aussie, 1918 (1915); Aussie rules, 1963 (1907); Aussie salute, 1972 (1966); babbler 1919 (1904); back block, 1872 (1864); back country, 1863(1824); back of Bourke, 1898 (1871); Bagman’s Gazette, 1954 (1900); bags, rough as, 1919 (1911); Bananaland, 1893 (1881); bandicoot, 1845 (1799); bardie 1941 (1897); bathers 1936 (1911); beaut, you, 1964 (1908); Big Fella, 1971 (1938); billabong, 1883 (1838); bindii, 1910 (1907); bitser, 1941 (1926); bitumen, 1953 (1926); Blamey, Lady, 1945 (1942); Block, do the, 1869, (1854); bluetongue (rouseabout), 1943 (1910); Bondi tram, 1951 (1943); boomerang, 1901 (1824); boot, put in the, 1915 (1906); box seat, 1949 (1832); brickfielder, 1833 (1829); bullocky, 1933 (1884); Bundy clock, 1936 (1905); bushman’s clock, 1846 (1850); bush telegraph, 1878 (1863); BYO, 1975 (1968); chain, drag the, 1933 (1840); chiack, 1893 (1875), cooe, within, 1876 (1853); cracker night, 1953 (1905).


I come to beret Caesar

 A short sampler of one of the works up in the air, right now.

pusillanimous. A term used to describe the act of a writer who provides secret or sensitive material in a work in order to constrain others to buy all the available copies of it.

antinomy. 1. A problem for proof readers and spell checkers who often assume it to be an error. 2. The act of applying the normal rules of zoological nomenclature to specimens of the Formicidae.

pentangle. Writing instruments thrown carelessly into a drawer will often form one of these.

author. 1. When used as a self-descriptor, a writer who has yet to find a publisher. Once they realise the pen is mightier than the pseud, they call themselves ‘writer’. 2. An author was once a person who put words together with the aid of a quill, drawn from a goose’s left wing. In recent times, recognising the undue influence that the goose seemed to be having, many writers have moved to the use of word processors. In this, they have failed to recognise what many people now understand: that to err is human, but that real stupidity is generally associated with artificial intelligence.

beret. There was an Italian explorer named Antonio who had gone into an area where, he was warned, there were cannibals who liked to eat Italian, or to be precise, they liked to eat Italians. Not relishing the prospect of a very hot bath with chopped-up vegetables, Antonio took a Parisian beret with him, and wore it all the time, so he could pass himself off as Antoine, the French chef.
He explained to the locals that the beret was a magical item which Frenchmen wore, so they would be safe from all misfortunes. Alive or dead, the wearer was protected by this item of headgear.
The cannibals made him welcome, but one night, they showed him a mummy in a toga, and when they unwrapped it, he saw that it was wearing a laurel wreath.
“Antoine,” they told him, “this is a very old Italian called Julius Caesar. He’s nicely aged, and we were wondering if you could help us cook him. We know the Gauls, your ancestors, hated him…”
Antoine found himself in a quandary. How could he refuse to cook a fellow-Italian and not blow his cover?
Then he saw a way out. He took off his headgear and exchanged it for Caesar’s wreath.
The cannibals were curious. “What does this mean?” they asked.
He shook his head and smiled, gently. “I come to beret Caesar, not to braise him.”

a fortiori. The English tradition of the steeplechase has very ancient roots, going back to the time when much of Britain was under Roman control, but several 17th century authors have claimed that the Romans used Pictish slaves as their mounts. In fact, the Romans did indeed ride “Picts”, but these were Pict ponies, the animals more modern writers have called pit ponies, and not humans The races went along Hadrian’s wall, from fort to fort, hence the name.

incommunicado. The ancient Roman British fortified town of Communicadum is the modern-day city of Coventry. As a consequence, this term is no more than an ancient form of sent to Coventry.

Abacus. A Roman general, Abacus was the grandson of Count Belisarius of the Byzantine Roman Empire, from whom he inherited title of Count. His name is derived from A-Bacchus, a spurner of Bacchus, but it was a name he often failed to live up to. He settled in Britain, late in the 6th century and married the Lady Beadawen of the Cambrians. Their son, Abacus Beadus, was the first of a line of counts that ended when Abacus’ great-great-grandson, the venerable Bede, entered the church, and relinquished the title.

coracle. A small water craft, made from a light wood frame, covered with leather. The best-known ones today are from Britain, but they were originally a Greek invention. Today, the only Greek version still widely known is the Delphic coracle.

Marshall McLuhan. A man who wrote and published several books to demonstrate that the print medium was dead. He dies in 1980, my reference books say.

exfoliation. The act of taking a leaf from somebody’s book.

doggerel. Poetry when it is written by an enemy.

verse. Poetry written by somebody who is not a friend.

haiku. A poetic form much favoured by absent-minded poets who keep losing their rhyming dictionaries.

pentode. Any form of verse with five lines, like a limerick, or a haiku written by an innumerate poet.

Jacques Prévert. A French poet and film-script writer who owed his continued high levels of employment to the frequent errors made in typing his surname. His employers were, however, often disappointed.

limerick. A poem for a person with a short attention span.

prosody. The art of creating either a prose work about odes, or an ode about prose. It is now a dead art, and we are unlikely ever to fathom what the ancients actually meant by the term. The claim, sometimes heard, that the term was invented by two drunken poets, in order to confuse future generations, makes too much sense for it to be really true.

period furniture. Perhaps the best-known example would be the electric chair, commonly used to end a sentence.

gallows humour. Full-throttle comedy, often containing an element of suspense. Not suitable for the highly strung.

The Well-tempered Clavier. The source of a great deal of pleasant music, composed by the immortal J. S. Bach. Bach’s lesser-known Bad-tempered Clavier, like Beethoven’s Rage over a Lost Penny, is a source of a different choler.

Othello. If this play were set in Scandinavia, it would need to involve a Norse of a different colour, especially if the production included a walk-on part for Erik the Red.

air conditioner. A device for spreading infection and assorted toxins equally throughout a building. These machines must always be fitted with the manufacturer’s specified pipes, and never with a hose of a different cooler.

White House. A house of a different colour.

It goes on like that for 84,000 words.

Reviews:

A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma…
—W. S. Churchill, A History of the Anguish-Speaking Peoples.

Oh, what a wangled web he weaves…
—William Wordsworth, The Fruitgrowers Gazette and Advertiser.

Infamy, infamy—they’ve all got it infamy.
—Kenneth Williams, Carrion Cleopatra.

He would say that, wouldn’t he?
—Randy Mice-Davies, Buxton Bugle.

Nobody ever erected a statue to a cricket.
—Jean Sibelius (attrib.)

Exceedingly dense.
—F. R. Leavis, New Hearings in English Pottery.

Nothing like having a bucket of cold water flung over you to make you see things as they really are!
—Enid Blyton, Lashings of Cream.

…we tend to believe whatever we first hear about strangers.
—Clifford Irving, True Tales.

I trust my readers will join me in grandly ignoring the complaints of sour-faced and grumpish scholars that “no such person” ever existed…
—Sir John Mandeville, Travels.

One of the most murmurable loose carollaries ever…
—James Joyce, Finnegans Wake.

I don’t believe it!
—Victor Meldrew, Journal of Onkaparingology.

Better than a bag full of angry penguins.
—Ern Malley, Yandackworroby Times.

It is a maxim among these lawyers, that whatever hath been run before may legally be run again…
― Jonathan Swift, Gullible's Travels.

Let us be grateful to people who make us sappy…
—Marcel Proust, Du côté de chez Swann.

Other possible titles:

A Crazy Mixed-Up Squid;
A Dark Course Of A Different College;
A Hard Axe To Follow;
A Serpent Of Two Pastors;
As Like As Pork And Peas;
Can You Tell Me How Long The Drain’s Been Gone?;
Dental Men Prefer Bonds;
Faint Art Never Won Fair Lady;
Gentleman Prefer Bronze;
Joggers Can’t Be Boozers;
Never Dog A Fled Horse;
No More Walton But De Falla Next Time;
No Pool Like An Oil Pool;
Of Meissen Men;
Prison Walls Are Never Built To Scale;
Privateers And Public Gossip;
Robbery With Violins;
Thank Heavens For Small Murphys;
The Lhasa Of Two Weasels;|
The Nightjar Nurture Controversy;
The Trout Quintet Needs A Piano Tuna;
The Wine Of Yeast Resistance;
The Wurst Is Yet To Come;
They Also Surf Who Only Stand And Wade;
To Bill Two Kurds With One Stone;
Where There’s A Wheel, There’s A Wain.


Friday, 6 December 2024

About tsunamis


Waitakere City Council warning sign, New Zealand. In places with a high tsunami risk, like the coasts of New Zealand, there may be warning sirens, but if you feel tremors, play safe and go uphill.

In August 1805, The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser reprinted a letter from Norfolk Island, a Pacific sub-colony, describing a ‘freak tide’ on 8 May 1805. At 3.30 pm, almost at low tide, all the water drained from a channel that usually had 2 to 3 fathoms (4 to 6 metres) of water in it, and in two minutes it was left dry. Suddenly, the water rushed back and came inland, reaching the military barracks, usually 20 metres above the high tide mark. Then, the water all ran out again.

You can read the story here: The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser, 4 August, 1805, 1 – 2, https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/626869

The “town of Sydney” that is mentioned there is now called Kingston.

This event was later called a ‘tidal wave’. In Japan, where this happened more often, people called it a ‘harbour wave’, or in Japanese, a tsunami. A tsunami is far bigger inside a harbour than it is out in the deep ocean, and it actually has nothing to do with tides. It is caused by movements in or under the sea.

English speakers adopted the Japanese name when we began to understand what causes these waves. Out at sea, a tsunami passes under boats without anybody on board noticing. The wave is not just on the surface: the disturbance reaches deep into the water and, as it approaches shallow water, the bottom of the wave touches the sea floor, it gets slowed down, and the water starts to pile up.

On Norfolk Island in 1805, the first warning of looming trouble came when the sea level fell. This often happens with a tsunami, and there will always be people who walk out onto the exposed seafloor when the sea goes out. If you ever see this kind of fall in sea level (with or without a starter wave), move quickly to high ground, because the several following waves will be larger!

In Sri Lanka, when the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami hit, the biggest wave was the third or fourth, which gave a British geologist time to warn people to leave the beach. In the ocean, those waves were a metre high, but their tremendous speed—almost 1000 kilometres per hour—is converted into extra height in shallow waters.

We live on top of a 65 metre hill (for primitive societies, that means 200 feet above sea level. Nonetheless a dodgy insurance agent tried to sell us tsunami insurance. and several fellow-residents scurried to sign, until I pointed out that any tsunami hitting us had to come through, 70 metres high, meaning that most of Sydney would be devastated, and the insurance company would be bankrupt, so we would never get any money back.

That aside, I told them, our coastline was unlikely to allow any surge to come our way. The most dangerous place to be during a tsunami is in a steep-sided inlet like a fiord or in a wedge-shaped bay. These shapes funnel the wave’s energy in, increasing the force and the danger.

In 1946, a magnitude 8.1 earthquake in the Aleutian Islands in the northern Pacific Ocean produced a tsunami that killed 96 people in Hilo, a town on a wedge-shaped bay on the eastern side of the island of Hawaii. The people of Hilo had two later tsunami warnings, in 1952 and 1957, but these waves were small and people had stopped worrying about mere waves. A few years later, in 1960, a magnitude 9.5 earthquake in Chile sent another huge wave into Hilo’s bay, killing 61 people. Seven hours later, the wave reached Japan where 142 people were killed.

Some of my Californian friends have just (December 5, 2024) been through a tsunami scare, and while they got off safely this time, there may be another quake that does produce a quake in the near future. Note the may. All I offer is a reasonable hypothesis.

A tsunami can happen when there is an earthquake resulting from a large part of the seafloor moving suddenly up or down; or when there is an earthquake or volcano that makes a large mass of rock tumble into the sea; or when a large solid piece of a meteor falls into the sea.

These days, people receive alerts if a tsunami is coming, but there was an insufficient warning system in place when the 2004 Boxing Day tsunami happened in the Indian Ocean, after a quake with a magnitude of about 9.1. In hindsight, that event might have been predictable, because a week or so earlier, there had been a powerful earthquake with a north to south sideways movement of the Australian Plate, south of New Zealand.

Sideways movements make no waves, but they transfer force and, sooner or later, the northern end of the Indian Plate had to slide under the Burma micro-plate, bumping it upwards. When the slide happened, 30 cubic kilometres of water were moved, leading to waves that were about one metre high, out at sea, but up to 15 metres high as they came ashore. With no warning, about 230,000 people died across 14 countries. 

This may perhaps happen off California: every seismic movement transfers stress to to a new place.

At other times nobody may notice. On 16 January 2022, Little Manly beach in Sydney harbour had repeated surges from a tsunami triggered by a volcano near Tonga. Only the present writer was aware of the continued one-minute ebb-and-flow, and my camera caught it: I managed to crop out members of the public and children, but they all remained blissfully 


To the left of those pictures lies North Head, covered in a deep layer of aeolian (wind-blown) sand from the last ice age, but there is at least one Australian geologist who claims the sand was deposited there by a tsunami. If I were to assess this, I would need to use rude words. Let me just say excreta tauri...

This draws on my recent and about-to-be-pitched What on Earth: behind earth science.
So to my Californian friends, I advise a degree of vigilance.

Monday, 2 December 2024

Christmas in Australia

Well, Advent has kicked off, so it is time to look at how we know and mark Christmas in the Antipodes, or, at least, in the Australian part.

In 1952, a small boy heard and learned a song. If you go to this link and start at 4:10, you can hear it. The words of the magic part go like this:

The north wind is tossing the leaves.
The red dust is over the town;
The sparrows are under the eaves,
And the grass in the paddock is brown...

The red dust is less common these days, but 15 years back, a dust storm near Kati Thanda (we still called it Lake Eyre back then) gave the small boy, now of advanced middle age, this view from his study window:

Christmas in Australia comes at the height of summer, so we enjoy it on the beach or by water, in very different ways. For us, the north wind is hot, three days without rain, and the grass starts to grow brown, and to us, that is normal.

The small boy, raised on English literature, suddenly realised that Christmas is not about snow and robins, not where he lived. He found a new sense of Australlianness.

These days, we find lawn ornaments like this one that you can see on the right. When these appear in early December, we know what is coming.

To me now, the harbingers of Christmas, aside from lawn decorations are fading jacarandas, fruit bats passing in the dusk as I look out that same study window (you can see them above), cicadas shrilling—and that song.

Because I have been working on a large work of history this year, I have drawn on my files to look at how we invading Australians have moulded Christmas to meet our conditions. The child in the illustration below is probably a new arrival. Emus are not that dangerous, but they can hurt, and are best avoided. In the late 19th century, this was less obvious.

Christmas: 1797

David Collins, An Account of the English Colony in New South Wales, vol 2, 51.

There were at this time in the town of Sydney three schools for the education of children; and this being the period of their breaking-up for the Christmas holidays, the governor was gratified with the sight of 102 clean and decently dressed children, who came with their several masters and mistresses, and in form paid their respects to his excellency, who examined the progress of the elder scholars in writing, specimens of which he kept for the purpose of comparing with those which they should present to him on the following Christmas.

Christmas: 1813

In 1813, tinned meat was a new invention. George Evans had gone out with a small party to map the land west of the Blue Mountains which had penned in the settlement at Sydney. I see Evans as a happy hobbit of a man who enjoyed his food.

George Evans’s Journal of his journey to the Bathurst Plains, entry for Christmas Day, from Ernest Scott (ed.), Australian Discovery.

The day is so hott the Fish will not bite; it is the only time they have missed; therefore I opened my tin case of Roasted Beef.

Maybe this man is trying to catch an Aussie Christmas dinner of snake? This is how we frighten off dauntful wannabe immigrants, by showing pics like the one above. My guess is that it is a python,

The shot below shows a 2-metre python which caused me to block traffic on a tourist road, 9 km from the heart of a city of 5 million people, earlier this year. We don't kill our snakes any more: we guard them, especially when they are crossing a road.


Christmas became a time for merry-making, and dare I say it, drunkenness.

Christmas: c. 1842

Louise Ann Meredith (Mrs Charles Meredith), Notes and Sketches of New South Wales, 1844, 128.

The prevailing vice of drunkenness among the lower orders is perhaps more resolutely practised at this season than any other. I have heard of a Christmas-day party being assembled, and awaiting the announcement of dinner as long as patience would endure; then ringing the bell, but without reply; and on the hostess proceeding to the kitchen, finding every servant either gone out or rendered incapable of moving, the intended feast being meanwhile burned to ashes. Nor is this by any means a rare occurrence; as the crowded police-office can bear ample testimony.

Christmas: 1855

Elizabeth Ramsay-Laye, Social Life and Manners in Australia, 160.

We rowed down the river to church, as we thought the cool shade of the spreading trees overhanging the water would be pleasant, and in the evening some friends joined us in endeavouring, by the help of roast beef, plum pudding, and mince pies, to cheat ourselves into the belief that it was Christmas day, while the heat of the atmosphere compelled us to put our handkerchiefs to our faces continually in a very unaristocratic fashion.

Below, George French Angas shows people by a river, with far more clothes on than they need (see later for how they should have been attired). I can see six bottles for eight adults...

We had no holly bushes, but we had other decorations:

Christmas: 1861

William Woolls

The Sydney Morning Herald, 20 December 1861, 8. The writer was the Rev. William Woolls, an excellent but now little-known colonial botanist. He wrote extensively for the SMH as WW. Most of his articles in Trove have been tagged with his name, mainly by the present writer.

The genus Ceratopetalum is so called from the horn-like petals of some species. C. gummiferum is the Christmas bush of the colonists, and is well worthy of the name. Dr Bennett, in his “Gatherings of a Naturalist,” remarks that “in every instance in which an attempt has been made to remove it, the tree has perished, nor have seeds succeeded except such as have been self sown.”

Below is a picture of Christmas Bush, from Bennett's book.

Others suffered at Christmas, out in the wilderness. It has to be said that Warburton was a chancer, a whinger and an incompetent: he wasn't really one of us. Just a Brit in Australia.

Christmas: 1873

Peter Egerton Warburton, Manuscript journal (from a typed transcript of the original journal), kept as leader of Messrs. Elder and Hughes’s Exploring Party.

25 December 1873: We cannot but draw a mental picture of our friends in Adelaide sitting down to their Christmas dinner, whilst we lay weltering on the ground starving, and should be thankful to have the pickings of any pig’s trough…Our last Christmas at Alice Springs was miserable enough, as we then thought, but the present one beats it out and out.

Ernest Giles was British-born, but he fitted in. He was not far from Warburton on this Christmas day.

Christmas: 1873

Ernest Giles, Australia Twice Traversed, 25 December 1873. 

Christmas had been slightly anticipated by Gibson, who said he had made and cooked a Christmas pudding, and that it was now ready for the table. We therefore had it for dinner, and did ample justice to Gibson’s cookery. They had also shot several rock-wallabies, which abound here. They are capital eating, especially when fried; then they have a great resemblance to mutton.

Christmas: 1882

Richard Twopeny, Town Life in Australia, ‘Amusements’.

Christmas Day falling on Monday in 1882, business did not begin again till Wednesday. So on Friday everybody had to lay in their stock of bread and meat to last till Wednesday morning. In wholesale business, in the professions and amongst the working-classes, the whole week from Christmas Eve to the 2nd of January is practically a holiday. It is quite useless to attempt to do any business during that period.

Christmas: 1893

Clarence and Richmond Examiner (Grafton), 24 June 1893, 3.

Several kinds of beetle larvae of the Lamellicorn tribe, including the so-called Christmas beetle and several cockchafers, were found at the roots of the cane, but in no cases were they found numerous or destructive.

Christmas beetle: they are rare, now.

Christmas: 1896

The Advertiser, 9 January 1896, 6.

I believe at Hannan’s on Christmas Day one publican took no less a sum than £500—a Christmas box he will have reason to remember. Truly the hotels appear the best dividend-paying concerns that have up to date been discovered in West Australia.

Christmas: 1901

Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney), 16 February 1901, 40.

…when Christmas time came round we would always have a box ready with sugar in it, into which we would pop those pretty Christmas beetles which we found on the bushes and thistles.

Christmas: 1913

Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners’ Advocate, 8 December 1913, 5.

FOR AFTERNOON TEA ON THE LAWN, GET
ARNOTT’S CHRISTMAS CAKES.
THEY ARE THE BEST,
Order from your Grocer Early.

Christmas: 1931

Miles Franklin, Old Blastus of Bandicoot, chapter 2.

“Never mind, Arthur. You hill the potatoes as Father told you and I’ll see that you get a Christmas present too,” said Mother.
“Aw, a pair of Blucher boots I suppose, w’en me toes are acting potatoes outer these. Why can’t I have me photer taken too?”

Christmas: 1933

News (Adelaide), 7 December 1933, 15.

Adelaide’s kindergartens are busily preparing their Christmas tree parties. These little festivities are the red letter day of the years for the little people who go to “kindy.” Each kindergarten is managing to strike a delightfully festive note in the invitations it has issued.

Christmas: 1952

The Inverell Times (NSW), 29 December 1952, 4.

Many Inverell residents described the Christmas “rush” period as the “biggest and longest” they could remember. One man who has lived here all his life said the main streets on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday were “like Pitt Street, and too much for him.”

Christmas: 1971

The Canberra Times. 17 December 1971, 12.

The crowd will get together on Sunday night at a Christmas party in the gallery’s garden where the hosts will be serving “nibblies and wine”.


With luck, our Christmas morning will kick off like this, unless it rains, as it sometimes does.

But if it does rain, we will walk out in it, just keeping a hand over the wine glass. We don't care where the water goes, so long as it misses the wine.

                    And Noah he often said to his wife when he sat down to dine,
                    "I don't care where the water goes if it doesn't get into the wine."

                    Peter read those lines out, then gave a little grunt,
                    I don't care where the beer goes if it doesn't go down my front. 

My Kiwi granddaughter brought me that as a Christmas present. That was light beer...

Taken at Waiheke near Auckland: NZ Christmases are much like ours.

And so, as Tiny Tim said, 'A Merry Christmas to us all; God bless us, everyone!