To keep toilet
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I made my toilet to a chorus of impatient twittering. It was a
fastidious toilet, for throughout my life I have adhered to the
simple but exact dictates of fashion as I left it, when Victoria
was queen—a neat white blouse, stuff collar and ribbon tie, a dark
skirt and coast, stout and serviceable, trim shows and neat black
stockings, a sailor hat and a fly-veil, and, for my excursions to
the camps, always a dust-coat and a sunshade. Not until I was in
meticulous order would I emerge from my ten, dressed for the day.
My first greeting was for the birds.
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Daisy Bates The
Passing Of The Aborigines: A Lifetime Spent Among The Natives
Of Australia London: Murray, 1938, p. 198
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To keep order
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Her stretcher bed was neat with ‘roo-skin rug and bush net, the
linen Isabelline from poor water but spotlessly clean. On the same
floor a goat-skin mat was spread. An iron stand with an enamel dish
held soap and towel, hung on a nail above it a hand-mirror four-by-four,
inches not feet, reflecting the face, no more—no time for vanity.
The table in the corner was four-by-four feet, half of it cleared
for dining, crockery in a stack, cutlery two of each, tea-set and
salt and pepper twins. The other half was a leaning tower of Manila
folders of rough manuscript, litter of letters, pens, ink a portable
typewriter seldom used and then by the hunt-and-peck system with
two fingers—she called it a ‘gigglywinks’…
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Ernestine Hill Kabbarli:
A Personal Memoir Of Daisy Bates Sydney: Angus & Robertson,
1973, p. 109
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To stitch
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‘I made friends with a needle as a very small child at grandma’s
knee,’ she told me. ‘I can do the most minute embroideries, but
I can’t use a machine, and I couldn’t make myself a pair of drawers
to save my life. We weren’t supposed to know such things.’
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Ernestine Hill Kabbarli:
A Personal Memoir Of Daisy Bates Sydney: Angus & Robertson,
1973, p. 111
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To maintain self-respect
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In order to prevent the untidiness that goes to mind and
soul if neglected, I have my travelling glass straight forninst
me on my table. Ive never yet sat down untidy to any meal
tho I have not even a native visitor. Tired, exhausted with
heat and failing health though I may be, I look at myself about
to sit down untidily and I am up and repairing the damage.
She admitted to another rather quaint practice. When
the urge was strong to establish contact with her kind,
I dine with H.R.H. Lord and Lady Forster, or Sir Francis and
Lady Newdegate and a few other whose photographs I have the honour
and pleasure to possess and I talk or am silent with full thoughts
and it does me good and it helps to keep my poise and my self respect.
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Elizabeth Salter Daisy
Bates: The Great White Queen Of The Never Never Sydney:
Angus & Robertson, 1971, p. 212
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To know yourself
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I am two people, one I like and the other I do not know,
she observed. And again, A thing of patches am Ihere
an exaltation of duty, there a love of fun and frolic and again
of melancholy.
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Elizabeth Salter Daisy Bates:
The Great White Queen Of The Never Never Sydney: Angus &
Robertson, 1971, p. 164
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To smooth the dying pillow
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There is no hope of protecting the Stone Age from the twentieth
century! When the native’s little group area is gone, he loses the
will to live, and when the will to live is gone, he dies.
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Daisy Bates The Passing Of The
Aborigines: A Lifetime Spent Among The Natives Of Australia
London: Murray, 1938, p. 68
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