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+====== The Sydney Bushwalker. ======
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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER
-Established June 1931
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-HA. monthly bulletin of matters of interest to The Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476 G.P.O., Sydney 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Centre (Upper Hall),
-Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be. referred to Ann Ravn, telephone 798-8607.-
-EDITOR:
-BUSDIESS MANAGER:
-PRODUCTION MANAGER:
-TYPIST:
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-Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Telephone 827-3695.
-Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Telephone 871-1207.
-Helen Gray. Kath Brown.
-Street, Rozelle, 2039.
-Drive, Carlingford, 248,
-DUPLICATOR OPERATOR: Phil. Butt.	Crook Tcia er--)
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-NOVEMBER, 1982.
-Eulogy for Snow Brown
-In Appreciation of Snow Seripture 'Without Words
-The Werrikimbe Wilderness
-Out in The Centre
-Advertisement - Eastwood Camping Centre Clear, Cold and Kanangra.
-The Dream That Came True
-Brisbane Waters National Park New Year Trip
-Social _Programme - December
-Bushwalker Recipe No.6
-Kosciusko National Park Management Plan
-The October General Meeting
-For the Attention of Walks Leaders & All Members
-by Geoff lagg &	Page.
-Peter Stitt	.	2
-Helen Gray	3
-Brian Hart	5
-Barbara Bruce	8
-Bill Gamble
-D.C. Berry	13 Ainslie Morris
-Joan Rigby	3.6 Jo Van Sommers
-Jill Cahn	17 N.P.A.
-Barry Wallace	19
-The Committee	20
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-THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	November, 1982.
-====== Eulogy for Snow Brown ======
+Established June 1931.
+A monthly bulletin of matters of interest to the Sydney Bush Walkers, Box 4476, G.P.O., Sydney, 2001. Club meetings are held every Wednesday evening from 7.30 pm at the Cahill Community Centre (Upper Hall), 34 Falcon Street, Crow's Nest. Enquiries concerning the Club should be referred to Ann Ravn, Telephone 798-8607.
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+|**Editor**|Evelyn Walker, 158 Evans Street, Rozelle, 2039. Telephone 827-3695.|
+|**Business Manager**|Bill Burke, 3 Coral Tree Drive, Carlingford, 2118. Telephone 871-1207.|
+|**Production Manager**|Helen Gray.|
+|**Typist**|Kath Brown.|
+|**Duplicator Operator**|Phil Butt. (This issue, Frank Taeker)|
+=== November, 1982 ===
+===== In This Issue: =====
+| | |Page|
+|Eulogy for Snow Brown|Geoff Wagg &	Peter Stitt| 2|
+|In Appreciation of Snow|Helen Gray| 3|
+|Scripture Without Words| | 4|
+|The Werrikimbe Wilderness|Brian Hart| 5|
+|Out in The Centre|Barbara Bruce| 8|
+|Clear, Cold and Kanangra|Bill Gamble|11|
+|The Dream That Came True|D.C. Berry|13|
+|Brisbane Waters National Park|Ainslie Morris|15|
+|New Year Trip|Joan Rigby|16|
+|Social Programme - December|Jo Van Sommers|17|
+|Bushwalker Recipe No.6|Jill Cahn|17|
+|Kosciusko National Park Management Plan|N.P.A.|18|
+|The October General Meeting|Barry Wallace|19|
+|For the Attention of Walks Leaders & All Members|The Committee|20|
+===== Advertisements: =====
+| |Page|
+|Eastwood Camping Centre|10|
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+===== Eulogy For Snow Brown =====
 by Geoff Wagg & Peter Stitt.
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 His unfailing good humour was infectious.
-His tolerant outlook on life, his good sense as well as his innate love and understanding of the bush made him a delightful and formidably capable companion. It has been our privilege that he was our companion
+His tolerant outlook on life, his good sense as well as his innate love and understanding of the bush made him a delightful and formidably capable companion. It has been our privilege that he was our companion on many sunlit days - rainy days - blizzard days.
-on many sunlit days - rainy days - blizzard days.
 In good times and in adversity, his presence has brightened the days of our years.
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 To many of us who walked with Snow in the 50's and 60's, an insight was given to the influences that had formed the character we loved so much, when we used to visit his parents' home in Katoomba. It was usually after a trip, and Mrs. Brown would invite these grubby, smelly, often soaking wet walkers into her kitchen. She would feed them, share her hearth, and Mr. Brown would ask knowing questions and be highly amused. There was always a welcome.
-Snow used to express considerable scorn for people who married nonbushwalkers, gave up bushwalking and became miserable. It was his often expressed opinion that he would never marry a girl who was not a bushwalker. When Snow met and later married Margaret Clarence (Clarrie) that is exactly what he did do - marry a non-bushwalker. However it soon became evident that Snow's judgement was sound, in that Clarrie became a rapid convert to the fold. Together they built a marriage which reflected the love and joy
+Snow used to express considerable scorn for people who married non-bushwalkers, gave up bushwalking and became miserable. It was his often expressed opinion that he would __never__ marry a girl who was not a bushwalker. When Snow met and later married Margaret Clarence (Clarrie) that is exactly what he did do - marry a non-bushwalker. However it soon became evident that Snow's judgement was sound, in that Clarrie became a rapid convert to the fold. Together they built a marriage which reflected the love and joy they found in each other.
-they found in each other.
 A feature of this marriage was the hospitality which Snow and Clarrie extended to one and all.
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 He has gone but his spirit will live on with us.
-Snow Brown joined the S.B.W. in 1952, and up to the time of his final illness continued to be a very active and enthusiastic bushwalker. His untimely death on 28th October was an occasion of great sorrow to his many friends in the Club, as evidenced by the large group of bushwalkers who attended his funeral on 1st November. This eulogy was spoken by Peter Stitt, and the following stanza from Rupert Brooke's "The Dead", a piece of verse which Snow had liked and fauna very, moving, was read by Geoff Wagg:
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-There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter, \\
+Snow Brown joined the S.B.W. in 1952, and up to the time of his final illness continued to be a very active and enthusiastic bushwalker. His untimely death on 28th October was an occasion of great sorrow to his many friends in the Club, as evidenced by the large group of bushwalkers who attended his funeral on 1st November. This eulogy was spoken by Peter Stitt, and the following stanza from Rupert Brooke's "The Dead", a piece of verse which Snow had liked and found very moving, was read by Geoff Wagg:-
+There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter,\\
 And lit by rich skies all day. And after,\\
 Frost with a gesture, stays the waves that dance,\\
-And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,\\
+And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white\\
+Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,\\
 A width, a shining peace under the night."
-====== In Appreciation of Snow ======
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-by Helen Gray
+===== In Appreciation Of Snow. =====
+by Helen Gray.
+It was April 1959 when I decided to see what bushwalking was all about. The Sydney Bush Walkers, I was told, was the best club, so with address in hand I finally found a derelict old building near Oxford Street and climbed up old wooden stairs, past broken windows, stray cats and odd smells, to an unbelievably untidy meeting room. The old Ingersoll Hall was being vacated that very night and chaos reigned. David Ingram, as new members' secretary, did his best to make me welcome, but I didn't feel it. I knew no one. The people were dressed to fit the surroundings. Then a voice, bubbling with enthusiasm...
-It was April 1959 when I decided to see what bushwalking was all about. The Sydney Bush Walkers, I was told, was the best club, so with address in hand I finally found a derelict old building near Oxford Street and climbed up old wooden stairs, past broken windows, stray cats and odd smells, to an unbelievably untidy meeting room. The old Ingersoll Hall was being vacated. that very night and chaos reigned. David Ingram, as new members' secretary, did his best to make me welcome, but I didn't feel it. I knew no one. The people were dressed to fit the surroundings. Then a voice, bubbling with enthusiasm. . .
 "I've got a MIGHTY trip on this weekend. You've GOT to come."
-"Don't go on his walk," someone close at hand advised.	"He leads REALLY hard walks."
+"Don't go on __his__ walk," someone close at hand advised. "He leads REALLY hard walks."
+I looked closely at the fair-haired young man and at the group he now turned to. There was a thin man with odd socks and black rings under his eyes. ("He broke his skull on one of Snow's walks," the same voice added.) And there were two bearded fellows (beards were an oddity in those days) who'd given up GOOD JOBS to wander around Australia for 6 months. There was that super-fit looking young woman who was now involved in some sort of tripping-up game with the blond youth they called Snow. Cheering them on was another super-fit looking young woman who, I was told, had 4 children and had been a tiger walker before I was born! (That, at least, must be a big exaggeration.) I looked at Snow, and Bob Duncan, George and Frank Rigby, and Heather Joyce and Dot. No, I'd better not go on that walk. They obviously weren't my types.
-I looked closely at the fair-haired young man and at the group he now turned to. There was a thin man with odd socks and black rings under his eyes. ("He broke his skull on one of Snow's walks," the same voice add.) And there were two bearded fellows (beards were an oddity in those days) who'd given up GOOD JOBS to wander around Australia for 6 months. There was that super-fit looking young woman who was now involved in some sort of tripping-up game with the blond youth they called Snow. Cheering them an was another super-fit looking young woman who, I was told, had 4 children and had been a tiger walker before I was born:	(That, at least, must be a big exaggeration.) I looked at Snow, and Bob Duncan, George and Frank Rigby, and Heather Joyce and Dot. No, I'd better not go on that walk. They obviously weren't my types.
 I went on a Sunday walk.
-A week later, new club room, same faces. "You should've come on my walk! You missed a mighty trip. Next week we're going caving...."
+A week later, new club room, same faces.
+"You should've come on my walk! You missed a __mighty__ trip. Next week we're going caving...."
 This time I couldn't resist. No matter that they all seemed such odd-bods. No matter that everything seemed to have gone wrong on the previous week's walk. I'd take the risk.
-Well, everything did go wrong and it was a hard trip, as I'd been warned. Cars broke down. The rendez-vous was vague; one car load never turned up. I travelled with the red-bearded one, George; who spoke not a single word on the 200 mile car journey. I shared a tent with Bob, who had matching socks now that it didn't matter, but wore a strange Tibetan-type hat and had a piece of sticking-plaster on his forehead.
+Well, everything did go wrong and it __was__ a hard trip, as I'd been warned. Cars broke down. The rendez-vous was vague; one car load never turned up. I travelled with the red-bearded one, George, who spoke not a single word on the 200 mile car journey. I shared a tent with Bob, who had matching socks now that it didn't matter, but wore a strange Tibetan-type hat and had a piece of sticking-plaster on his forehead.
-(What's wrong with your forehead?" I asked. "Nothing. It's to remind me of something." "What?""I've forgotten.")
+(What's wrong with your forehead?" I asked.
+"Nothing. It's to remind me of something."
+"What?"
+"I've forgotten.")
-For the car trip they all wore hairy brown "bear-suits" - World War II inner flying suits - so I felt quite out of place in my jeans and parka.(For me, at 19, the right dress was still of some importance.) We were to spend the weekend caving at Bendethra, so I at least knew boiler-suits would be the dress for that. Next morning I donned my brand-new suit, boots and torch, confident that I would at least look right. Wrong again: People appeared in once-white long-johns under their shorts, shrunken jumpers,
+For the car trip they all wore hairy brown "bear-suits" - World War II inner flying suits - so I felt quite out of place in my jeans and parka.(For me, at 19, the right dress was still of some importance.) We were to spend the weekend caving at Bendethra, so I at least knew boiler-suits would be the dress for that. Next morning I donned my brand-new suit, boots and torch, confident that I would at least look right. Wrong again! People appeared in once-white long-johns under their shorts, shrunken jumpers, smelly old carbide lamps and sandshoes with most of the canvas uppers missing.
-smelly old carbide lamps and sandshoes with most of the canvas uppers missing.
 This isn't the story of a caving trip. The adventure, the cold, the fun, the moment when Snow held his carbide lamp too close to the leg of my boiler suit, can be told another time. Like Tamino in "The Magic Flute" I emerged from my tests a new person. A new outlook an life, a greater awareness, and new friends were forever to be mine.
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 Your physical presence may be missed, but you are still here.
-from Kinkaku-Ji Temple Japan.
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-====== Scripture Without Words ======
+===== Scripture Without Words. =====
+from Kinkaku-Ji Temple Japan.
-How fresh it is like morning dew,
+How fresh it is like morning dew,\\
-An open flower.
+An open flower.\\
-How clear it is, the note of singing birds, -The clouds are calm, the waters blue.... Who has written,
+How clear it is, the note of singing birds,\\
+The clouds are calm, the waters blue....\\
+Who has written,\\
 "Scripture without words".
-Mountain is sharply etched,
-Woods are colourful,
+Mountain is sharply etched,\\
-Valleys deep and rapid streams with spray, Moon light is clear - In softly breathing wind, Man reads in the quietness
+Woods are colourful,\\
+Valleys deep and rapid streams with spray,\\
+Moon light is clear - In softly breathing wind,\\
+Man reads in the quietness\\
 "Scripture without words".
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 THE UMRIKINIBE WILD=SS.