by Dorothy Williams | Feb 25, 2019 | History, Monbulk
It was William Hand who found a skull back in 1891 in a stream not far from his Silvan property: a European skull with a hole battered in it. Identification was impossible,. A local assumption was that it belonged to a man who had mysteriously disappeared in 1884,...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Memoir
In 1990 I joined the Australian Rare Fauna Research Association (ARFRA),founded in 1984 by Peter Chapple (1958-2002) following an encounter with a big cat in the Dandenong Ranges, after viewing some of the evidence gathered by the association. I participated as driver...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | History, Monbulk
From the earliest days of settlement, rumours of gold abounded. Throughout the 1840s, as squatters and their shepherds spread over the colony, followed by explorers, splitters, surveyors and stock assessors, scattered finds were made all over Victoria. But squatters...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Monbulk, Poetry
Windwires and fibrillating larksongover John’s Hill –Veiled orb silvers leaves, draws colourfrom charcoal bands striping pale fields,dazzles on distant sea spread lowfar down beneath the hazy wrinkled plain. Wingflashing larkrises on the up-beat.Glint of drowned...
by Dorothy Williams | Feb 19, 2019 | Philosophy, Poetry
Shakespeare writes of mercy falling as the “gentle rain from heaven”. Rain doesn’t always fall; in a Scotch mist it drifts, almost suspended.A medieval poet yearned in the warm rain:Westron wind, when wilt thou blow?The warm rain down doth rain.Oh, that my love were...
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