I killed baby olive trees! On purpose!
Many years ago, while I
was between jobs, (the factory had moved its operation overseas where they
could manufacture shoes cheaper and so make more profit for themselves), I wore
out my sneakers dropping off applications and resumes, even applying for
volunteer work at libraries, thrift shops and meals-on-wheels. Nobody wanted
me. I eventually came across a tiny office with a sign, “Conservation Australia”
with a notice that volunteers were wanted. In I went.
The information seemed
exciting, going around the country in groups helping out farmers etc. Then I
spoke to a woman who said only the younger people did that and if I signed up I
would join an older group, called the “Green Reserve” who only did day trips
once or twice a week. I decided anything was better than nothing and signed up.
I was told the group meets outside the office at 8am and the van takes them
where they need to go. Well, I missed the first day because the bus was late!
On the second day, I
was there on time, had my name ticked off as I climbed into the van and off we
went. Arriving at a section of hillside an hour or so later, we learned that we
were to be clearing away plants that were not native to Australia. There were
three men in the group as well as the team leader, and five of us women. The
men were given small hatchets and pruning saws, while we women were given small
buckets of glyphosate and paint brushes. We followed the men as they located
artichokes and baby olive trees which we then hacked off low to the ground and
the stumps painted with the glyphosate to ensure their deaths.
I was appalled! We were
cutting down perfectly useful trees, Olive trees, simply because they weren’t
native to Australia! While down in the city there were olive groves everywhere
and every Italian or Greek home owner had at least one olive tree on their own
property. I asked about this and was told wild areas were to be conserved with
only native plants. Huh! Anyway, we continued for a few hours with a lunch
break and a rest in between the hacking and killing.
One time were taken to
a section of Torrens Island which was an aboriginal sacred site and were told
to walk carefully, do not disturb any rocks or move things out of our way and
not to pick up anything we might think might be a nice souvenir. Yet we had to
still remove unwanted plants and I didn’t see how we could do that without
disturbing anything, I remember we spent a lot of that day just watching out
for snakes! Not much work got done.
A more fun day was the time
we went out to a farm and planted windbreak trees and threw baby reeds into the
edges of a dam where they would settle in the mud and grow. The farmer
barbecued sausages and chops for all of us and allowed us to use the toilets. Most
places we went to were in the middle of nowhere and didn’t have facilities so
if we needed to go we were driven to the nearest town to use the public
facilities. We also planted trees and shrubs on the banks of the River Torrens in the city limits one week and had to put those little plastic guards around them. Another fun day as there was a bakery and cafe close by.
Another time we
wandered along the edges of a busy highway pulling weeds and picking up
garbage. I felt like we should all be singing some kind of Chain Gang song and
soon after I discovered that a local supermarket was hiring casual workers for
the Christmas season, so I applied and got the job. “Working in a Shop”
apparently is something little girls dream of doing, but I never had and had
always promised myself I never would, but here I was learning how to man a
checkout, pack groceries into bags AND talk to the customers. I actually got very good at it and stuck with it
for twelve years before retiring.
Comments
Glad you found another job you ended up liking, nothing wrong with being a checkout chick R.
I didn't know you worked at supermarkets for so long. There is one man at our local Coles who has been there for at least two decades. He clearly has no managerial ambitions and he is such a nice guy. It's nice to see people so content in their work, even though because of the area, he must have faced some challenging people in his time.
And, yes, how do you dig up non-native plants at an aboriginal site and not disturb the site?
Still, sounds like an interesting time.
I'm glad you had something to do and eventually found paid work.
But, yes, better that than nothing! And at least some great experiences and memories, too!
When I was younger I always wondered how the cash-out ladies (there were no men back then) managed to hack in the correct price for each and every item you bought - is there a trick or "just" perfect memory? These days with scanning... self-check-out...
Same with when you want to drive somewhere. Navi and gps. I used paper-maps!!!!
Soon all cars will not need a driver anymore... Here in Braunschweig they test that at the uni since... 10 years or such.
I'm not sure about checkout ladies of long ago, but when I worked most things had a bar code which was read by the scanner, fresh produce also had barcode stickers, on things like apples etc, but they also had a code number that we could ebter id we remembered it or wanted to look it up. I femember memorising almost all of them so when the fruit or vegetable was on the scale I just entered the code number. For instance bananas were coded number 1, so when a bunch of bananas was on the scale I just pressed number 1 and the scale would register the weight and price. These days the system is changed and I wouldn't want to habve to relearn everything.
I like paper maps, I like to follow along and see just where we are. I do it with bus timetables, they have a map on the back folded section and if I am going somewhere new I will follow along to see exactly where it takes me.