Post 655. Methuselah.

My paternal grandparents

My paternal grandparents


One of my granddad's art works.

One of my granddad’s art works.

One of granddad's (Jan Oosterman) artworks.

One of granddad’s (Jan Oosterman) artworks.


I haven’t a clue as what to say next. Perhaps just start with a word out of the dictionary opened at random; ‘Ohm’s law.’   ‘The principle that the electric current passing through a conductor is directly proportional to the potential difference. across it.’   Well, that’s that cleared up then. It is amazing though how the world of science is so clever to come up with definitions such as Ohm’s law.

My father knew about electricity and I still remember how he tried to explain to us, ohms, volts, amps and other terms relating to electric current.  I still don’t understand it thoroughly and am forever stunned by those who do. I can change light bulbs but even that is getting tricky with those two pinned ceiling light bulbs. They are supposed to last 6000 hours or more but I am sure that that is a commercial honey lure.  I don’t know how changing those modern light bulbs are experienced by those over ninety. It is frightening how old age is going through the roof. In ten years time most of us will be over ninety and thousands over one hundred. Has there been a survey or poll on how many of us actually want to get that old? Or has this endless obsession with longevity more to do with getting more money and more consumers over longer periods. Perhaps there are those that want to keep going. I am not sure but am happy for everyday that passes without bouts of intestinal hurry or too spontaneous outbursts of unwarranted optimism.

I see more and more battery operated carts zooming around with the options of shopping bags in front and underneath the occupant. Isles in shops are now wider allowing not only for bigger people to shop but also  accommodating the over hundred to shop in electrically driven  carts. Fork out the mullah will never stop.

We went for a walk but a heatwave made it shorter than normal. We took a break midway in one of those golden- amber stained timber slatted seats overlooking the vivid green of a local cricket field.  The seats have been carefully planned underneath giant oak and eucalypts surrounding the pitch. Cricket is like Ohms to me, forever doomed to inaccessibility but the lovely shade is crystal clear and instantly acceptable.  A lady all dressed in a loose white cotton dress walking with a same breed of dog as our Milo stopped and chatted while patting both dogs. Her dog Molly, was eleven and getting less energetic she told us, also one eye is drooping. A dog is the main lubricant for social interaction, far more so than just us.  Without Milo we could be sitting there till Methuselah got home before anyone would come and chat. I suppose, that’s why people have pets, not just for own pleasure but for others as well. There are those who will take the initiative and just about talk to anyone without waiting to be approached first. I am always in awe of that skill and have thought how it is that some can do that without any effort. Fortunately my Helvi has that and it comes naturally even though she is also somewhat shy. There is a laughter as well that comes without any intent or effort. Perhaps it is confidence!

I was lucky. Never mind the Ohms. I mean the definition ” is directly proportional to the potential difference, across it.”  I don’t get it!

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26 Responses to “Post 655. Methuselah.”

  1. bkpyett Says:

    Good to see you have a photo of your grandparents, Gerard. The electricity thing goes over my head, but I can relate to Milo breaking the ice. It’s as children did in our younger years.

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  2. rod Says:

    Ohm’s Law – you don’ have to get it. Just relax and have a bad time. Keep walking and don’t live too long.

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  3. M-R Says:

    I never mind you rambling on when, as here, you’re not being morose. More rambling of this kind, please, Gerard ! 😀

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  4. auntyuta Says:

    Your granddad must have been a wonderful artist.
    Peter used to go with Gaby, the daughter, who was in a wheelchair, to a supermarket to help her with her fortnightly shopping. She could not take her dog in there. That meant, I volunteered to babysit her dog. When I sat down with Honey, the dog, beside me, people would come up starting a conversation with me, indicating that they knew Honey and that they knew the lady, Honey belonged to. And of course, lots of people would constantly come up to Gaby, when she was wheeling herself around, with Honey attached to her wheelchair, and they would find it easy to talk to Gaby about Honey and be patting the dog.

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  5. Curt Mekemson Says:

    Get the dog bit… a guaranteed way to meet people. Ran into an Australian dog yesterday, a Blue Heeler, that was happy to receive everyone’s attention. He was an instant hit. He made you feel good to pet him. 🙂 –Curt

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    • gerard oosterman Says:

      Hi Curt; Great news about your book having been published.

      We used to have both, red heelers and blue heelers. Great dogs. When living in Sydney many years ago, we had a call that our red heeler dog ‘Sam’ was on a boat ready to sail for China. He used to follow people anywhere and must have done that to a saylor. We quickly drove to the port and got him back.

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      • Curt Mekemson Says:

        Pretty funny, Gerard. My son-in-law and daughter have two blue heelers. If my wandering reaches a point where I can get a dog, blue heelers are one of my top choices. –Curt


  6. Yvonne Says:

    There’s a nice bloke ( a homeless fellow, he says), who every day sits at the same spot, down the street from where I’m staying in Florence. He has a stunner of a dog, big, with long, soft fur. That made it easy to start to talk to this fellow, without seeming snoopy!


  7. algernon1 Says:

    Wonderful artwork Gerard.

    Took our dog out for its morning stroll today, broke into a run of a few occasions.There’s no stopping our eleven year old Dana


  8. bkpyett Says:

    What a treat seeing your grandfather’s art work. What a talented man, no wonder you have fond memories! There were Oostermans living in Devonport where I grew up, any relation? They belonged to the Presbyterian church where I went as a child.


    • gerard oosterman Says:

      I doubt they were relatives but it might well be. I far as I know none of our tribe ever went to Devonport. But today there are Oostermans everywhere, my nephew migrated to America and another married a girl from the Philippines and had a child.


  9. hilarycustancegreen Says:

    I am deeply impressed by your grandfather’s works. In my earlier life as a sculptor, I had a passion for the large-scale, your granddad’s works have both scale and splendour.


  10. gerard oosterman Says:

    Yes, more and more churches are being discovered with his designs and murals. I think an Oosterman Theologian nephew is cataloguing all his work in some sort of book he intends to publish.
    Granddad and grandmother had six children including of course my dad. Three boys and three girls. One lived her entire life in Bergen, Norway.


  11. Patti Kuche Says:

    Wow Gerard, what a talented Grandfather! I often wonder at the hands who put all this great work together.


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