Showing posts with label Shirley Symes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shirley Symes. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 June 2013

Interview of OAM recipient, Charters Towers 2013, Shirley Symes by Maria Caesar

According to the Australian Government’s “It’s an Honour” website, the main purpose of the Order of Australia is to recognise, by national honour, those who have made outstanding contributions that benefit their communities, and ultimately our country.
Maria Caesar of the Bush Curlews interviews the Charters Towers 2013 OAM award recipient, Shirley Symes.

Various groups Shirley is involved within the community
During the 1970s there was the restoration of the Stock Exchange Arcade. More recently was the Zara Clark museum, which had been closed down a few years ago. In both instances, Shirley gathered groups of interested people to save the National Trust buildings.
The Don Roderick Gallery had also been closed down until Shirley gathered a group of volunteers to re-open it. The gallery is now a great incentive for local artists to display their work and every year they have a competition, bringing in artists from out of town.
Shirley has always been fond of writing so she is a member of the Bush Curlews. She has had a lot of interest in the schools and was on the Advisory Board of All Souls St Gabriels School for seven years. Shirley’s husband used to own horses so she became involved with the Charters Towers Amateur Race Club, another club that needed reviving as it was very close to closing down.
In her younger years, Shirley played basketball in a team called the “Red Wings”, travelling out of town for several competitions. She was also a member of the Charters Towers Dramatic Society performing in plays in the Theatre Royal before the building was torn down after the war.
It was the loss of this “beautiful timber building with great acoustics” and several other valuable buildings within the town that ignited Shirley’s passion for reviving and restoring historical premises. Nowadays, the heritage structures that grace the town’s central business district are a major drawing card to tourists and movie-makers visiting the region. Shirley says she likes to “encourage people to preserve what we have and to bring about an awareness” of the importance of keeping history alive.

Coming to Charters Towers
Shirley was born in the Burdekin. After the death of Shirley’s father, her mother moved to Charters Towers. Shirley’s great aunt, Mary Palmer, also known as “Maude”, was the proprietor of the Occidental Hotel (located where the Commonwealth Bank is now), then later the Excelsior Hotel and then The Australian (now the Rix Hotel). Aunt Maude was a very elegant, artistic woman and Shirley had always looked up to and admired her.
Shirley was only seven years of age when they came to Charters Towers and has been here ever since.  She worked in a goods and produce agency called Bartlams Ltd (located where the Zara Clark Museum is now), until 1952 when she got married. Her stepfather had been the managing director of Bartlams Ltd until he retired.

Shirley's main achievements
There has been great satisfaction in rescuing and restoring the old buildings but generating awareness amongst other people of what we have is the hardest thing to do. When the group was working towards the restoration of The Stock Exchange Arcade many people were against it. The group constantly asked: “Why restore a building that broke so many people’s hearts?” There was a lot of vitriolic letters going back and forth in the paper. But now it is done most people appreciate the restoration.

You won another Australia Day award in a previous year. What award was that?
It was the Senior Citizen Cultural Award in 2011. As with the Order of Australia Medal, Shirley would have been nominated for the award by the community.

School life 
Shirley attended All Souls Saint Gabriel’s School, but during the 1940s when the war was on the Americans came to Charters Towers and many of the schools were confiscated. All Souls Saint Gabriel’s became a hospital. Some boarders were sent to Richmond, but Shirley’s parents didn’t want her to go out of town so she went to Blackheath & Thornburgh instead.
Charters Towers was a garrison city and there were two airstrips here during the war. The only schools in the city not vacated were Saint Mary’s and Blackheath & Thornburgh.  The military had taken over Mount Carmel – their students moved into the Park Motel. The military used many of Blackheath & Thornburgh’s playing fields as a defence base, keeping artillery there.
It was scary times, but when you are young you can’t quite comprehend the degree of danger. They had an air-raid shelter in the backyard and they each had a little suitcase with clothes and food. Her stepfather was an air-raid warden and used to walk around with a little cap, looking like a character from Dad’s Army.

Hobbies and Interests
Shirley enjoys painting and she tries to do so once a week. She also enjoys writing. Shirley loves music. She used to play the piano and also used to sing in the Eisteddfods every Easter. Shirley was a member of the Charters Towers Philharmonic Choir – there were about thirty people in the Choir. Gardening, beauty and colours all appeal to Shirley’s artistic nature.
Shirley has travelled abroad, visiting San Diego, New Zealand, the UK and Canada but her favourite holiday destination is Paris. She has been there twice, once in the spring and once in the winter and she fondly recalls the cars buried by snow as their windscreen wipers waved back and forth futilely.
Education has always been a main interest to Shirley and she believes that Charters Towers “is a wonderful educational centre. It’s a shame there was never a university located here.”
Shirley cherishes her role as great grandmother. Her first great grandchild was born just before Christmas 2012 and in 2013 she will be a great grandmother again, this time to twins, which is “very exciting”.


Overall, Shirley admits that she loves her life. She has met many wonderful people and has achieved a lot within the community, having saved numerous local heritage properties. It is with thanks to the efforts and dedication of people like Shirley that Charters Towers is now known as a town rich in history, and will continue to be so for many generations to come.

Monday, 10 June 2013

The Bower-Bird's Arbour by Shirley Symes

Underneath the branches, up against the trunk,
A little pile of sticks and twigs and what you might call junk.
Coloured glass and shells and pegs gathered in a heap.
A little shiny whistle that’s forgotten how to beep.
The arbour is enticing – a fancy work of art.
It must have taken ages – the design is very smart.
Tall springy bits of boughs and even leafy fronds,
Does he have a blueprint or just some magic wands?

Today I saw some bottletops scrounged from someone’s yard.
Although he flies around a lot, it must be very hard
To find the pieces, big and small, that decorate the floor,
The task must be rewarding for he gathers more and more.
So I check up on the playhouse, sometimes catch a peep,
Of that Oh so busy Bower-bird as he takes another sweep
Of the rubbish heaps, the garden beds, even the quiet house,
For yet another trophy to show off to his spouse.

A treasure house of colours, a monument to love.
What pride in his possessions as he circles from above.
Guarding special tokens with loud and strident squawks,
Scaring off attention from the Lousy-Jacks and Hawks.
The energy and pattern that’s devoted to the play,
The habits and performances that’s repeated every day,
Nature is a wonder and this Bower-bird does inspire,
I’m just a nosy parker, privileged to admire.

This work of art, this temple, underneath the tree,
A testament to nature and the rules that help us see,
The wonderment, the ritual, of creatures large and small,
We should appreciate and understand the beauty of it all.


Tuesday, 22 January 2013

The Bush Curlew


The Bush Curlew 

 
Such a haunting, mournful crying in the middle of the night,

Standing midst the shadows, mostly out of sight,

I can feel your presence near me and I wonder how you know,

That my heart is crying also as the sad notes come and go.

 

Are you looking for a soulmate to share your busy life?

Just some other creature free from worries, stress and strife,

Does the moonlight stir your sadness and evoke a somber wail.

A cry that might be answered from further down the trail?

 

Your speckled feathered plumage and your lengthy curving bill,

Make you hard to notice when you’re quiet and standing still.

It takes a while to see you – we try not to give you fright.

We know you’re out there somewhere when we hear you in the night.

 

You really are a shy one – you blend among the trees,

Your piercing eye is watchful as it moves around and sees

That all is safe, but if we should intrude upon your space,

You will pause, be very wary, and leave without a trace.

 

You are part of our vast landscape, Aussie to the core,

Your habitat is threatened as we clear land more and more.

You make me feel protective of what you represent,

Your call is from the bushland and all that it has meant.

 
 

Friday, 16 November 2012

Ode to the Man from the Bush



ODE TO THE MAN FROM THE BUSH
By
Shirley Symes

He walks down the street with a lazy stride, trusty R.M.’s on his feet,
A battered Akubra on his head, maybe knees that do not meet.
A languid stroll that belies his strength, the well known ringer’s squat,
The easy grin, the firm handskake – what you saw was what you got.

But things have changed, there’s a different role, the horse takes a second place,
The four-wheel quad replaces the steed, and a chopper has joined the chase.
There’s radios, mobiles and e-mails to monitor daily chores,
The weather is noted, decisions made, there’s a heap of new fangled laws.

The lifestyle has changed, but hopefully still, the old values and standards remain,
When you grasp a mate’s hand you can trust him well, the message is loud and plain.
You know that he will listen to you, maybe offer an opinion or two,
Then smile and say “Good on you that’s just what I would do”.

But a new style of man now walks the streets, garbed in total mining gear,
He works his shift at the mining site, drives a truck or drills the rock.
When you’re down below you don’t notice the time, there’s no need to watch the clock,
The siren will sound when your hours are up, you come back to reality then.
Tick yourself off, climb back on the bus, have a rest and start over again.

So the image of our country men is something we admire and respect,
The character, the style and quiet pride, not something just there for effect,
The men from the bush, they have left their mark, we have loved them and followed their fates,
Truly Aussie, laconic and strong and lean, just genuine reliable mates.