<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[St Joes News]]></title><description><![CDATA[Articles]]></description><link>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/</link><copyright><![CDATA[Copyright St Joes News]]></copyright><generator>News</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Where is That?]]></title><description><![CDATA[I was interested to learn recently that the name of the suburb   "Diddillibah"   is an aboriginal word which means the "place of grasses used to make dilly bags".     
This prompted me to look at the origin of other names in our area.    
Here is a bit of a list as far as I was able to find meanings. Many are Aboriginal, others are named by the early European settlers.  
  Nambour  	Red tea tree.  

  Woombye  	Black myrtle tree.  
  Eudlo  		Fresh water eels.  

  Yandina  	Small place of water.  

  Eumundi  	Strong man. Possibly named after aboriginal warrior named Ngumundi.  

  Bli Bli  		Flying Fox  

  Maroochy  	Red nose or beak of the black swan.  

  Ninderry  	Place of leeches.  

  Dulong  	Wet clay or mud used for decoration.  

  Dunethin  	Place of swimming trees.  

  Kureelpa  	Thought to derive from Aboriginal word for native rat or mouse.  
  Kalangoor  	good, sweet.  


  Palmwoods  	Originally called "Palmtree" in 1889 when railway was surveyed.  

  Petrie Creek   	Named after Tom Petrie who explored the area in the 1860s.  

  Highworth  	Farm named in 1884 after birthplace of Mary Murtagh south of Birmingham, England.  

  Mapleton  	Originally called Luton Vale but changed in 1894 to Mapleton after a village in 				Derbyshire England.  

  Montville  	Named by first white settler, Henry Smith, after his mother's hometown, Montville, USA.  

  Coes Creek  	Named after Robert Coe, an early settler in that area.  

  Burnside  	Suburb named after the farm of that name in 1881. "Burn" is from the Gaelic meaning "creek". It was a farm beside the stream later called after the farmer William Whalley.  

  Kiels Mtn  	Named after Henry Keil who settled on its slopes in 1880.  

  Hunchy  	Originally called Hunchback.    

I could not find the origin of   Perwillowen, Image Flat, or Towen Mountain.    Do you know?  
There is a lot of history in a name.  
Fr Graham    ]]></description><pubDate>Wed, 09 May 2012 20:25:07 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/where-is-that/</link><guid>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/where-is-that/</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[News from Tanzania]]></title><description><![CDATA[Jenny Ferris is in Tanzania with Palms volunteers. This is latest diary entry:    
April 2012  
We had the president of FoodWaterShelter visit and things moved into crazy gear.  He could only take the Easter break, so we were busy with meetings, showing him a few of the sights, Easter Sunday plus on that day a wedding for the brother of one of our local workers, and then work again. After he left, I thought it would settle down, but forgot about the Parent Teacher meeting that we were having at Chekechea on the following Friday - crazy mode again, getting a presentation ready for the parents to explain that 3 and 4 year old children are not ready to write, or even hold a pencil properly (also I have realised that they don't even teach how to hold a pencil!!!), plus get the classrooms ready, plus the movie that we were screening on a sheet in the classroom on the old projector that is here at the project. Fortunately, that went really, really well.    

During that week I was invited to another graduation (I went to a neighbour's grad in November) - I thought it was just another way of asking for money, and wasn't intending to go. The invitation asked me to come and if I couldn't come then I should contribute to the graduation. However, I decided to take the invitation as a neighbourly gesture and committed to going, only to discover that it was not at the neighbour's house, but a 45min drive away. The other vols were happy for me to take the car and I drove Alfred and his relatives.    

Just to give you a real insight to life here, this is what happened. I told Alfred (older man who invited me to his son's graduation as a doctor (more info needed), to meet me at the gate at 9 as he had said the graduation started at 10. All good so far, but here is where it got confused.  In Tanzania the time is told differently and the day starts at 6am our time making that zero hours, and 7am our time is 1 morning, 8 is 2 morning, 9 is 3 morning etc, and 3pm is 9 afternoon, 4pm is 10 afternoon. I went up to the gate (our village is fully enclosed with cement walls 7ft high so you can't see out/in. When I got there, the askari (guard) said that Alfred had gone, and I thought the askari said that he was coming with us at 9 in the afternoon.  That askari does not speak English and so whatever he said, I will never know. So I thought that it was a Tanzanian time mistake and that the graduation was in the afternoon and I had got it wrong.    

So I decided to go see the other PALMS volunteer who works in the high school near here, and who lives about a 25 minute walk away. I went and had tea and came back to village by 10.30 and there was Alfred and family sitting outside on the grass waiting for me. I was ready to go in 2 mins flat. THIS IS TANZANIA - Alfred said that not everyone was there so could we wait for them, and he phoned them. Then I drove the car out of the gate and loaded up. Alfred also kept saying that I had forgotten and it took me about 4 attempts to explain that I had remembered and that the askari had confused me – I still don't know if he understood. Waiting, waiting, waiting and then Alfred went to find them. Waiting and waiting, then Alfred came back and said that they weren't coming so we left. Guess what, 10 mins later there was a phone call and Alfred said they were there and could we turn back. Now we had left the village at about 11.15 and I thought we would be too late for the ceremony so said for them to catch a piki piki  (motor bike which is a cheap form of taxi) into town where I had to stop to fuel up. Continued to petrol station and got fuel then waited and waited.  Left there at 12.10pm.    
Got to the graduation and stayed there until 4pm. Really pleased we were late. When we got there the preacher was preaching - shouting into the microphone so loud that it hurt my ears.nWe had speeches from the special guests, ate cake - a local tradition where people feed each other cake on a toothpick, then a young couple danced and people put money in their clothes (seems to be another local tradition), then there were a group of Christian singers and dancers, then a wildly flamboyant singer who jumped up on speakers, did sommersaults and went all over the stage, and then the ceremony. Backing up just a little, the cake on a toothpick is done at different ceremonies, including weddings. At the graduation they also had a fund raiser (I think, as there were not many people who spoke English and I didn't have it properly explained), where people bought a piece of cake on the tooth pick. The MC would announce the name of someone who had donated money for a piece of cake and they would come up the front and feed the piece of cake to their graduating relative/friend or be fed the piece of cake by grad. This took about 25 - 30 mins after which everyone got up and the grad gave them cake. Again another miscommunication with Alfred, who seems to have good English but really his understanding of English is quite poor. During the cake feeding frenzy, I asked Alfred if this was what he wanted the contribution for - at that stage I did not realize that after the money part everyone got cake.  Alfred said yes, so I gave him my contribution and he took me up to the front and spoke to the MC and we got cake from his son. Later at the end of the day, when we had photos taken, he asked me for my contribution! So Samwel graduated as an animal doctor!!!    
CAKE 2 - At the wedding we went to on Easter Sunday, they had both types of cake. One is a whole cooked goat that comes down to the front of the ceremony and then is sliced into chunks and put on tooth picks. The bride feeds the groom, then his mum, dad, groomsman etc. And similarly the groom feeds his new wife and associated people. Then they feed special guests, and some others the piece of goat. The wedding also had a traditional wedding cake that was brought to the front and then later taken to the food serving area and cut up and put on everyone's plate later when the food was served. We usually eat on plastic plates, and can have things like goat, fried banana (savoury type and really delicious), fried whole potatoes, banana stew, chicken, pilau, plain rice, wedding cake, and watermelon plus a soda (soft drink). Food is eaten with fingers so there is always someone at the beginning of the food line that has a jug of water to pour over your hands to wash them before eating. We have one cinema here which has 2 screens.    

Last Sunday I had a nice day with the other volunteers and saw the movie "the First Grader" which we all thought was very good. This week I have attended a Library course as a mentor for one of our employees who is working in our new library (room about 2.5m square) which has just started. The course was very good as it is an accredited course in Aus, UK, and USA. This coming week I will be starting a new tuition teacher, so that my Pre-Primary teacher, Regina, who is now the local Education Manager has more time to learn the role. He is a great find, thanks to the local high school (Edmund Rice School) principal. He is a bit older and I was a little concerned that he would not be good for the grade 1 & 2s, but after the second interview I think he will be great as he actually has a Masters Degree in Languages and writes language books for all ages.  There is also a change of the specialist tuition teacher for a child at the project with special needs - we had one young man who had just graduated high school, but he got a job and left a week ago. Two days later I found and started another young man for the job. At the villageI am now officially in charge of Security on site, and soon, when our current communications volunteer leaves, will be doing site tours on a temporary basis until the next communications person arrives and has settled in. So you can see that life here is non-stop.  
Jenny Ferris  

  ]]></description><pubDate>Mon, 23 Apr 2012 12:12:12 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/news-from-tanzania/</link><guid>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/news-from-tanzania/</guid></item><item><title><![CDATA[Easter 2012]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sing Alleluia! "This is the day the Lord has made. Let us rejoice and be glad!"    
          
Holy Week and the Easter weekend was a most uplifting experience for us all. For many the excellence of the Choir spoke of the dedication of so many to make our Liturgy worthy of the mysteries we celebrate. The newly Baptised and those received into full communion with the Church at Easter could see how respected and loved they are for the decision they have made to be one with us.    ]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 12 Apr 2012 19:23:11 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/easter-2012/</link><guid>http://www.nambourcatholics.net/news/home/easter-2012/</guid></item></channel></rss>
