Monday, March 19, 2012
Yeah, why no shearers?
During a recent 4 AM ramble through my sub-conscious I was struck like a bolt from the blue** by this revelation; none of The Boy's schoolwork involves shearers.
When I was his age, my school work was chock-a-block with shearers. Shearers' songs, shearers' strikes, shearers' stories. Why the Victorian education system was so fascinated by shearers in the late 1960s, I have no idea. Maybe it was somebody's idea to dress up Australian history so it wasn't so bloody dull, but to this day I continue to have a good working knowledge of the Australian shearing industry in the late nineteenth century.
True, this knowledge has never been called upon, but still it's early days.
* Try it coupled with chronic insomnia. It's ace!
** Or even like a bolt from Beyond Blue.***
*** I crack myself up.