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Thursday, December 06, 2007
A day in the life of a farmers wife
where you "take care of your own problems"
Let me set the scene for you, my daughter and son in-law live about 5miles out of the
small SA. town of Wudinna which is located about 800 kms west of Adelaide, about
all you need to know is that they are farmers in an area which offers them no services,
they need to be self sufficient when it comes to things that city folks take for granted
they will have provided for them.
Basic things like a water supply (they store collected rainwater in huge tanks) garbage
disposal (they have to organize their own) which brings us to the point of this post,
because there is a danger of fire in the Summer months Rex had just spent several
hours on the back-hoe digging the rubbish pit that you see here.
The pit is about 12 feet square and 8 feet deep, its purpose is to provide a safe burning
pit which over a few years will gradually fill with burnt household rubbish, the pit then
will either be emptied or more likely replaced by digging a new pit.
To illustrate better the size of this pit that is my favourite daughter Vicki in the pit.
Rewind about 1 week when Rex came in from finishing a day on the header at
9.30 pm (quite dark by then) as he pulled into the car port he thought he heard
someone calling out but dismissed the idea as they have no neighbors within 2
miles... must have been something on TV. he was about to go inside when once
more he heard what sounded like Vicki's voice.
Investigation soon found that it was indeed Vicki's voice shouting in a muffled
way, "Help, get me out of here Rex" yep, you guessed it she had taken some
rubbish out to the pit an hour or so earlier and tripped and fallen into it, because it
was such a new pit there was nothing to heap up and climb out on and because
Rex is a perfectionist in all he does the sides are very nearly perpendicular and
offered no footholds to climb out.
Fortunately Vicki was unhurt in this episode except for a few small cuts and
scratches, she could easily have broken an arm or leg and had serious
I spoke to Vicki for almost an hour last night and heard nothing of this episode,
about 5 minutes after I hung up the phone it rang and this time it was Rex
reporting the incident, after establishing that she hadn't been hurt, I asked
whether there were photos so I could blog the story, (Rex takes thousands of
photos so it was worth a try) he said there weren't any... but leave it with me.
Tonight these photos turned up, my brave little girl had reentered the scene of
her recent captivity so that Rex could take photos for the blog... thats dedication!