Growing up in Tassie!!

Living in Queensland is no doubt a privilege. This has been magnified with the recent extreme weather conditions Australia is experiencing both in Northern Queensland and down south in Victoria.

I moved from gorgeous Tasmania to Sydney a few years ago now and was working for the Minister for Housing before we moved to gorgeous Queensland. Having grown up in Tassie was a great experience. If you have been to Tassie you know that there are many picturesque spots to visit and our family enjoyed camping and fishing so we got to see a lot of the apple isle!

When I was a child my dad was a fisherman who worked out of St Helens. So crayfish (Rocklobster) were in abundance. Boy I wish it was like that these days!

I recall one trip we had down the West Coast of Tasmania at a little fishing village called Temma. As he did every day, dad went diving. He recalled how the bottom of the sea bed was red with crays and he brought a few up for us to feast on. All he could say was ‘ all that red’. In the process he lost his fish spear. They were the good days. Yep these days I don’t very often get to eat cray.

Our many trips down to the rugged West Coast were lots of fun. We began our trips camping in tents, with the generator ‘somewhere in the bush’ to supply power. We would cook our cheese sandwich with cheese and backed beans in a ‘waffle iron’ – something like a modern day toasted cheese maker. We would pile in the cheese and baked beansand wait for the camp fire to do the work. After many years we began taking the caravan and the good old generator ensured that mum could take the vacuum cleaner and a small outdoor fridge for the seafood.

Then there were the trips to King Island where some of our relatives live. The fishing is fabulous there, the residents characters and a pristine and gorgeous ruggedness that Tasmania and its islands are renowned for. With a population of about 1700 people, it is a tight knit community.

Yes Tassie is a lovely place! I recall another trip to Sandy Cape down the West Coast and growing up at the tender age of 9 I was the proud rider of a Suzuki 100 motorbike. Now as you can imagine as a 9 year old, it was a challenge to ride at times given it was difficult for my feet to reach the ground. I would often have to hold the bike up as I tried to get off and reach for the ground. My dad was very encouraging on the long bike rides on our motorbikes often saying to me, ‘come on you can do it’. There was one particular long trip that we went on across a few streams, bush, sand dunes and as a small child I was beginning to tire. There was one point where a tried to stop for a break and fell off on the sand dune. Yep my wonderful dad in his encouragement of resilience and determination, came back to where I had fallen off. He greeted me with a laugh and then hopped off his Indian bike and then came over to me, come on pick up the bike, you can do it, I know you can! Now quite a challenge for a 9 year old. But I did pick up the bike, hopped on with dad holding as remember I couldn’t really reach the ground and off we went. Those trips growing up were some of the most wonderful memories I have. I guess some of that encouragement and lessons on resilience have paid off during my life. Those lessons are part of what shapes us aren’t they.

I look forward to hearing some of your own great stories on resilience growing up, drop me a line, I look forward to hearing your childhood stories.

Tracey