tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post1627822088919035626..comments2023-05-24T23:33:57.516+10:00Comments on My Unwelcome Stranger: Religion in post-war Calliope 2Denis Wrighthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-77558750399113110122012-11-04T22:21:23.334+11:002012-11-04T22:21:23.334+11:00You had to check the spelling, Dave. I had to find...You had to check the spelling, Dave. <i>I</i> had to find out what it meant!<br /><br />That's a big difference with England, or was for us. English history from Tudor times onward [at the latest] had a feudal Catholic order, with nobility right up to Mary [another axe-murder victim, though Henry of course stopped at two wives for the chopping block, which strangely enough didn't make him Henry II]. In those days in Calliope there were no Convent schools, the nearest being Gladstone, and it definitely wasn't for the local gentry, so quite a difference.<br /><br />Nor were there any Jews in Calliope, or if there were, they wore no <i>yarmulke</i> in public. I spelt it like that because the spell-checker insisted, and we know it is always right! :) They would have got some very odd looks, and thought crazy for not at least having one with a broad brim suitable to the climate.<br /><br />Funny thing is, had I not used those real names, I would never have renewed a friendship with some I haven't seen since childhood, such as my best mate who was the subject of this horrific shark story:<br /><br /><a href="http://deniswright.blogspot.com.au/2011/01/coincidences-friend-and-tragedy.html" rel="nofollow"> http://deniswright.blogspot.com.au/2011/01/coincidences-friend-and-tragedy.html </a>Denis Wrighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786035137418348609noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5722735165669239585.post-25403649321555928652012-11-03T10:55:07.252+11:002012-11-03T10:55:07.252+11:00Thank you for this - it evokes my 50's childho...Thank you for this - it evokes my 50's childhood in England.<br /><br />Not a religious family but an assumption of the orthodox C of E and hence state school where the assumed vocabulary for the blue-jacketed private catholic boys down the road was "salesian (just had to Google the spelling) sloshbuckets (no Google needed!)" <br /><br />I really had no idea what this was all about which is a token of how non-religious home was. Another token at 17 was seeing a yamulkah for the first time and asking why Joe was wearing that funny hat. My mum was Jewish - but clearly not in a religious sense.<br /><br />Also good to be reminded of the "no names" rule ("Joe" is permissible) My dear sister-in-law fell foul of this some years ago. I don't think she mentioned names but the specifics were, well, too specific and people identified themselves and took unpleasant exception.David Strattonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12984545702812009155noreply@blogger.com