This is a post about my father, Ralph Bulmer, a man literally larger than life. Ralph died more than a quarter of a century ago, at the age of 60. My half-brother Richard, who was only four, has no memories of our father. So, Rich, this is for you. And for the
Susan Evelyn Bulmer (nee Hirsh); February 17, 1933 – October 6, 2016; Archaeologist
It’s important that those of us who care about food quality get our heads clear about why we need organic certification. Recently I’ve been hearing a lot of people dissing organics. Some say, “Organic certification is just too hard and expensive.”
Of the many great organizations we have in the Waikato, one of the absolute treasures is the Time Bank. I’ve tried to explain how the Time Bank works to several friends, and I always end up saying, “It’s really hard to explain. You have to try it yourself, to see what it’s
This is a post celebrating some of the women who have inspired me to make music. Growing up, I didn’t see many women musicians. I spent a lot of time looking for role models and people to play with.
It took me a few weeks to get around to finally saying farewell to the Mormor rug. (See my earlier post: Coming to the end of a rug.) It felt really hard to let it go. But in the end, taking it apart was much easier than I had expected. I started unpicking from the
Niki Harre’s book Psychology for a Better World is about how to make sustainability sustainable. “The bottom line is that as change agents, if we don’t offer people happiness, they won’t be attracted to what we do, and they won’t stick with the activity we’re offering,” she says.
Recently I attended a citizenship ceremony welcoming new citizens to New Zealand. The new kiwi I was accompanying wasn’t exactly fresh off the boat. My husband Matthew Bannister arrived in this country in 1979. After 37 years, he was finally getting around to becoming a New Zealander.
In my living room there is a beautiful handmade rug. It’s a traditional Scandinavian braided rug, made by plaiting long strips of recycled cloth and then coiling the plaits together and hand sewing them into a flat oval rug. This labour of love was created by my maternal grandmother, Adeline Nordendahl Hirsh.
Mangroves aren’t one of nature’s cuddly or conventionally beautiful organisms. In New Zealand mangroves are both a protected native species and a pest. This is a post about appreciating our local mangroves: Avicennia marina subsp australasica, also called manawa, the grey mangrove.