Postcards to Larry "Wishing you were here x"

Aunty Pearl and I are ready to go with our Port Festival Event. So here are the details...

It's a FREE 'mail art' installation/exhibition of Port Adelaide postcards designed by people who love the place, along the theme "Wishing you were here x"


We hope it brings together perspectives of the Port's natural environment, local arts and culture, history, industry, people, grit, buildings, quirky bits and even the undiscovered!

The exhibition is open to any artistic medium: sketch, drawing, painting, digital, textile, 3D - anything -  as long as the finished work is represented on a postcard and sent to me by 4th October.


To make it easy to enter, Australia Post has an App which converts your photos into a postcard!  You upload your photo to the App and, for $1.99, Australia Post prints it and sends it off for you. There are other Apps available that you can use, too.

Now, anyone over 18 can enter - artists, business people, residents, students, sailors, pirates... anyone!

The entries will be on display in Aunty Pearl's pop-up gallery during the Port Festival on the 18th and 19th October. She's managed to get a shipping container donated by Alby Clark and it will be delivered to Jane St. (I hope she's told Council about that!) Of course she's fretting now about how to decorate it, so I suspect she and her girlfriends will be yarning again!

Visitors to the postcard gallery will be able to vote for their favourite postcard and the winner will be the 'official' Port Adelaide postcard for the next 12 months!  We'll make sure your get credited for your work. too. And that's not bad exposure for an artist or a business, especially if your postcard gets sent around the world!

The most popular 20 postcards will also be reproduced in a coffee-table book and sold 'at cost' through The Port Visitor Information Centre.

If you'd like to enter, my Friends at the Port Adelaide Enfield Chamber of Commerce are managing the event for me so click here to get all the info, terms & conditions and entry forms.

Aunty Pearl and I can't wait to get your postcards!

Larry's Port Festival Event

It seems that Aunty Pearl and I have been getting a bit of a reputation.  So much so, that we've been given a little bit of money to do an event for the Port Festival this year.  How's that for funny!

A couple of months ago, a few arty mates and I put our heads together over a few beers and we came up with an idea, as you do.  Then we got a local who's a bit better with words to write it up and she sent into Council. Well blow me down, it got the go-ahead and now I've got to make it happen. I'm going to need some help, so let me know what you think.

Wishing you were Here is a theme that builds on the beauty of Port Adelaide and the love for the place that the locals share. It brings together local artists’ views of not simply the Port’s pictorial beauty but also the postcard concept of sharing a wonderful experience with others.  The creative process will also capture the stories of the Port in amusing and contemporary ways. Artists will capture all the Port themes: water and natural environment; local arts and culture; history; industry; and perhaps even the undiscovered.

The exhibition is open to any artistic medium: sketch, drawing, painting, digital, textile, 3D – anything - as long as the finished work is represented on a postcard and mailed to Larry by the due date.  Local businesses and groups will be encouraged to commission artists to design a postcard to promote their brand and our wonderfully talented local artists will be encouraged to have fun making small and incidental art showcased in a quirky - Port Adelaide - way.

The exhibition will be curated in a walk-through sea-freight shipping container. The shipping container, while symbolizing much of Port Adelaide’s commercial identity, also acts as a metaphor for movement and journey: it will be a one-way walk-through with specific entry and exit points which may also double as a pathway to somewhere else.  It could physically be located in a ‘dead spot’ or be used to channel/tunnel foot traffic in a certain direction or to a certain destination.  The shipping container will be yarnbombed and/or brightly decorated so as to be an attraction in itself.

The event is free and interactive.  Visitors will be offered the opportunity to vote in a People’s Choice competition.  The winning postcard will be commercially re-printed by The Port Adelaide Enfield Chamber of Commerce and made available to local businesses and venues to give-away to tourists who we hope will post them around the world, promoting Port Adelaide and wishing they were here. 

The best 50 postcards entered (decided by the people’ choice votes) will be re-produced as an affordable coffee-table book to celebrate Port Adelaide in an on-going and quirky way.

Terms and conditions of the exhibition entry will be sure to deal with copyright issues and all artists will be recognised for their work in all reproduced material.  

My mates at Symons and Clark Transport are helping out with the shipping container and Aunty Pearl has just today setup the facebook page which I hope you'll like.

She and I have got a bit more work ahead of us yet.  It could be fun though!

Rex, a Good Portonian

Sorry, I haven't been out and about lately.  And thank you to those friends who think my mutterings are worth following. Your encouragement and kind words are very generous. 

Back in November an old mate of mine passed away - The Singing Socialist, Rex Munn. He was, without a shadow of a doubt, a great man. Over the past 6 months he's had a few send-offs, including the big one at the Waterside Worker's Hall that the Premier spoke at.  A couple of weeks ago his name was added to the Workers Memorial at Black Diamond Corner in The Port. 

Rex knew how to live, how to love and how look after his mates and their families. He also got into a bit of trouble in his time and sang his way out of plenty, too. But it was all in good fun or for good reasons.

Rex worked as a wharfie and unionist in Port Adelaide for many years.  Being a unionist also meant he worked for international human rights. He'd be as pleased as punch to be honoured on the Workers Memorial where he's listed with lots of the Port's local heroes.

I was around at the Maritime Museum in Lipson St the other day and got a chance to hear his voice again from the Poverty Corner porthole. It's another great memorial to him and the good people of The Port

The Maritime Union captured some of Rex's history in a video. So take a couple of minutes to watch and remember.

I learned a lot from Rex.  Thanks, mate.

 

Only in Port Adelaide...

I hear from my friends on the Port Renewal Steering Committee that something will be happening around the Port soon.  State Government and Council have agreed to spend some serious money and there appears to be moves afoot for a "Show and Tell" day on 7th October.  'Can't wait to see which of our dreams are on first to happen.  Hopefully not too many of them will be the Mayor's wild ones...

Some wag at the pub's got a sweep going about the next slogan. So far we've had: It's Happening; then came Your Harbour Your Dream; and more recently Have Your Say.  I reckon the next one should be "I say Stop Dreaming and Get on with it!" My mate Jim reckons it should be "Your shout!"

Granny Glad just shakes her head and says "Only in Port Adelaide..." and she says it to just about everything...
"Only in Port Adelaide is there a LightHouse on a wharf up river..."  Ha ha!
"Only in Port Adelaide would signs still be selling a failed development ..." Hooha!
"Only in Port Adelaide are there three opening bridges" Voila!
"Only in Port Adelaide can you find dolphins and yarnbombing and Guerrilla dinners". Aha!
"Only in Port Adelaide can you find an internationally renown theatre group - Vitalstatistix".  Hoorah!
"Only in Port Adelaide do you go to a big shed on the dock and rummage through other people's junk". Bah!
"Only in Port Adelaide is it impossible to catch a train if you've got a mobility problem".  Argh!
"Only in Port Adelaide can you find Australia's oldest powered ship - but only if you know where to look..."  Oo-ah!
"Only in Port Adelaide can you find a country town culture within a city." Yee-ha!

Whatever the slogan is, it had better not be another lie. Port Adelaide is 100% the real deal and from what people tell me they want that to be respected.

Do you have any "Only in Port Adelaide..." stories?  If you do can you post them to my Facebook wall


On the matter of signage, it's nearly 12 months since the New Port Quays dream was kyboshed by the government and still our streets are being used to promote the developer's greedy dreams. Is everyone as sick of seeing their billboards and hoardings as I am?  Aunty Pearl and Granny Glad sure are. They're planning to spin (or bomb) a few yarns around the signs on the Port Road approach. What do you think, should they?

Looking forward to seeing you 'round the Port.

What a Clever and Creative Lot

It's been 6 weeks since I last attended to my blog. That doesn't mean I've had nothing to say, it's just that I prefer to have a chin-wag down the pub, the club, on the street, anywhere in the Port really.

Well tonight is the opening of SALA, the REAL community arts festival. I love the fact that anyone can be involved and that it's happening everywhere.

In the Port there are so many clever and creative people showing their work over the next few weeks. If we all get out there and applaud them for contributing to a creative Port, we each get to see and be proud of the talent we live amongst as well as a second bonus of meeting other people in our community to chat with.

Tonight I'll be at the openings of the Gallerypt, Lobert and Yampu Galleries and also at the British Hotel exhibition opening. Then tomorrow at the Railway Hotel to see the opening of the Black & White as I try hard to get around and see the 28 local exhibitions in the SALA program published by Council.

I have to go and get spruced up now because the Premier will be at one of those openings and it's now nearly half past 5 but, before I do,  Aunty Pearl and Granny Glad want me to let you know that they are working on a new Spring yarnbombing project for the Port. No more beanies and scarves, now it's flowers and birds! And they want to encourage all you clever crafties to get involved.

You can email Aunty Pearl and Granny Glad through my FB page or pop in to SohoHomewares on Lipson St and talk with Amanda.

Apparently they might even be running classes, so don't be afraid - get involved!

I was going through the Suggestion Box again the other day and want to put forward a few ideas to the Premier tonight. Wish me luck!

Port Yarning makes Hansard

Aunty Pearl says "thanks" for the nice words about our home.

A Close Knit Community

A few weeks ago you might have seen a Suggestion Box in Lipson St?

It was good of everyone to get into the spirit of it.  Lots of you wrote down over 200 comments and ideas for what you wanted in the Port. While it's taken me a while to go through them all, your suggestions have been passed on to the Port Renewal people. (Rumour has it that some things will start taking off real soon.)

There were some ideas that the Government probably won't do, though, and which we probably need to do for ourselves.  An example might be like bringing Llamas to the Port (yep, that was one idea) and while I don't understand the fascination with Llamas or their connection to the Port, I've not yet given up on getting them here.

Besides the Llamas, there were other things that surprised me and my family about how others see the Port. Just goes to show how important it is to listen every once in a while - it can change your point of view...

For example, Aunt Pearl was looking over my shoulder when I was sorting the suggestion slips and she was a little hurt by one comment.

"The Port is empty and cold. It needs to be warmer and more inviting". I know that she can be a bit sensitive to negative comments about the Port but she went right off at this one! There was a lot of banging and crashing in the kitchen after dinner (she even broke Gran's favourite tea cup) and then stormed off to bed mumbling about how some people "just don't get the Port".

Well, I made good my escape quick smart cos being around Aunty Pearl in a temper is not a nice place to be. Down at the club, over a few beers, I got to thinking...  Someone who doesn't live here might think the empty shops and footpaths as proof of it being an unfriendly place - a place not to stop in. Or they might see all the hard surfaces as cold and uninviting.  But Aunt Pearl, Ganny Glad, my mates and me, we see it differently.

Aunty Pearl, for instance, sees a Port full of colourful people, family and friends. She notices the trees, the beaut buildings, the river and even the quirky and gritty bits, because these all have warm memories for her - and for me, too.  Maybe our opinions make us deaf to what other people are saying.

Anyway, the next morning when she came back from her walk around the river Aunty Pearl apologises to Gran and announces she is going to show everyone how warm the Port really is.  And she and her friends have been knitting ever since.  Now I'm not one to ask questions of a woman on a mission, so I didn't understand what all the yarn was about until yesterday...

Yep, yesterday I noticed that Aunty Pearl had hacked into my facebook page and, pretending be me, has got about 30 people from all over the place, and who she doesn't even know, knitting. Apparently Granny Glad is in on it, too!

The two of them have organised a 'yarn-bombing' which sounds like some sort of a soft, 3D version of graffiti.  Apparently they and their 'yarn guerrillas" will be warming up Port Adelaide during winter using Knit-fitti. 

They've done some fantastically creative things...


but...

I'm a bit worried that they might be taking the idea a little too far.  Look what they did to our neighbour's little boy!





Could all please keep a look out for Aunt Pearl and Granny Glad in the Port this winter and make sure they don't get into any trouble? 



ps. Thanks, whoever you are, for the Warming the Port suggestion.


pps. I'd better not let them see the Llama ideas....

Walk Round Corners

I heard down the pub the other night that there's some good things about to happen in the Port.  The last few times they did that though, the Port lost some big, important things like the boat yards and Shed 5 and before that the Ozone Theatre, the Port Fire Station in Dale St, the Port Train Station on St Vincent St, and lots more. 

I'm going to keep my eyes open this time so we don't lose anymore of the big stuff but I'll be keeping my eye on the little stuff, too.

Like the sign on the corner of the Old Port Adelaide Institute Building (corner Nile and Commercial) "Walk Round Corners".  Next time you're at the corner, look up, you'll see it.  It dates back to when the Port was bustling with people and with carts, drays and horses. It was put there to remind the cart driver to get off and lead his animal around the corner for the safety of others.  We don't want to lose that little cracker!

If Commercial Rd north gets a tart up then I'm going to keep my eye on the silent policeman. You might know it as the black diamond corner round about. It was the traffic manager at the busiest intersection in Adelaide - Commercial Rd and St Vincent St. Now located at the north end of Commercial Rd outside the Customs House, it's a black and white column and base and was originally constructed in 1939 (the third of similar ones) intended to manage the traffic. It was replaced with traffic lights on 4 December 1968.

You might also know this as my Facebook profile picture...

I hear Aunt Pearl and my Grandmother are spinning some yarns that they'll share in June. Can't wait!

G'day

A birthday seems as good at time as any to start spinning yarns in a blog.

Yep, last week was my birthday and the good people of Facebook sent me lots of happy birthday messages. I don't know most of them but it was a really nice thing for them to do. There were even a couple of cards in my Suggestion Box on Lipson St. So thanks everyone, you made my day special.

Granny Gladys and Aunt Pearl had me over for a birthday dinner - honestly, they should open a place in the Port, they'd be packed out - the food is so good.  I had a few beers at the Railway after that (cheers Fred) and when I got home to Jane Street, happy and with a full belly, there was a parcel waiting for me at the door.  

I don't know who it was from but there was a note and, in the box, an empty key ring.  The note said "we've thrown away the keys, the Port's open and it's all yours, sorry."  I couldn't wipe the grin off my face – what a good prank, I thought.

When I was growing up in the Port it was tough but good at the same time. Even 60 years ago Port Adelaide was full of history and a bit gritty.  Geez, it was a real port, so it had ships and boats and stuff - a place where kids and their imaginations could run wild.  The best thing was that it didn't matter who you were or where you came from, if you were a good bloke (or woman, sorry Gran), you'd always be welcomed by the locals and there'd a place for you if you wanted to stay and be a part of things. That’s the reason I came back from my travels.

You see, I ran into a guy in Turkey of all places. Years ago, his dad and mine worked together on the waterfront in the Timber Mills. This bloke was telling me that property developers were trying to change the people of the Port. I just couldn't believe it.  So since Gran and Pearl aren't getting any younger, I thought it was probably the right time to come see for myself.

It's good to back home. There's something real special about this place.  

The other night Gran, Aunt Pearl and I were having a good laugh about the old times when Gran mentioned this woman named Minnie who used to ride around the Port on an old pushbike. I remembered her, too, but confessed that when I was a kid, my mates and I used to make fun of her.   Minnie never said a word to us and never did anyone any harm. She moved so slowly on that bike, how she kept it upright, I’ll never know but there she was, every day, riding around in her own world.  She'd stop every now and again to pick up cigarette butts, which she took home and re-rolled into a single smoke.  I’m ashamed to say it now but we kids saw her as an easy target.  

Anyway, one day in about ’45, us kids were outside the Ozone (here's a picture of it in St Vincent St - its a River's shop now - ironic name, hey?).  We were jumping up and down alongside Minnie, poking fun, pretending to smoke and acting kinda weirda.  No sooner than we’d started, but out of his shop comes Big Jim and lands me a stinging clip under the ear. Yeow! In his deep voice Jim said sternly, "Don't be an idiot, son. Minnie don't deserve to be laughed at. You get outa here before I tell your dad."   Well, I ran all the way home, scared as all get out.  Dad didn't say anything, which made it all the worse. For weeks after, there I was just waiting for another physical reminder to behave myself.

When I finished telling my yarn, Gran, looking sad, said it was a good thing that Jim stood up for Minnie, cos that was the right thing to do. Minnie had fallen on hard times. Gran didn't blame us "you kids weren't to know", she said and went back to quietly knitting. Gran doesn’t like to gossip and I know better than to pry but all the stuff about what it means to be a Portonian came flooding back to me and I was real glad to be having my birthday back home.  The people make sense here.

Well, I’ve been banging on for long enough today. I hope you liked my yarning.  I must remember to write to that guy in Syria and tell him that the developers didn't win and that the people of Port Adelaide haven’t changed the way they think. There’s still a place for everyone, and even though we don't take ourselves too seriously, it doesn't stop us from looking out for the next person.

It’s the people today who are responsible for tomorrow’s stories – the ones our kids will learn from. I know I’ve only been back a while but I’m chuffed that the developers and their locks are gone. The best birthday present ever (sorry Gran, I still love the socks...!). And thanks to all those people who helped to move them on!

The Port is now open – it belongs to us again - to the descendants of Lartelare and SA’s settlers, the sailors, the wharfies, and the immigrants; to the shop keepers, artists, and truckies; to people down on their luck and those able to make their own; to Fred, Big Jim, Minnie, Gran, Aunty Pearl; and to all the kids, the mums and the dads; and to everyone who has a connection to South Australia - it all passed through here. I, for one, will be getting a little more involved in shaping the future of our gritty, wonderful town - and I won't be waiting for permission!

Larry


ps Would it be to much to ask for a Port Premiership this year, too?  Go you Maggies!