Elizabeth Macarthur’s Grave
I took the opportunity, late last year, to visit Elizabeth Macarthur’s grave. The Macarthur family graveyard is on a quiet hill, about a mile away from and opposite the family home at Camden Park House (about 70kms south west of the Sydney CBD). Elizabeth’s son William, passionate about botany, planted the site with exotic palms,…
Marsden Online Archive
It still amazes me that I can sit on my couch of an evening (fire crackling, tv blaring, #1 son immersed in the XBox) and yet the miracle that is the Internet means I can read a journal from 1814 in the original. Shall we pause for moment to consider how brilliant that is? The…
HARDCOPY Professional Development Program – the preparation
The flights and accommodation are booked. Several work meetings and dinner with a colleague are all lined up. The suitcase is out of the shed and waiting to be filled with too many shoes. I always pack too many shoes but how can I possibly know in advance which ones I’ll need…? The HARDCOPY program…
Saying Goodbye to your Children
This week I waved my son off to camp – he’ll be away for nine days. Elizabeth Macarthur waved her young sons off too, to be educated in England, for years at a time. I don’t think I can imagine how she felt. Or can I? Inga Clendinnen explored the problem at length in The…