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 NOVEMBER, 1982.
-Eulogy for Snow Broun
+Eulogy for Snow Brown
 In Appreciation of Snow Seripture 'Without Words
 The Werrikimbe Wilderness
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-Page 2	THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	November, 1982.
+THE SYDNEY BUSHWALKER	November, 1982.
-EULOGY FOR SNOW BROWN: 	by Geoff Wagg & Peter Stitt.
+====== Eulogy for Snow Brown ======
+by Geoff Wagg & Peter Stitt.
 David Howard Brown, affectionately known to most of us as Snow, was our friend and we mourn his loss as the loss of a friend - but, deep in our hearts we know we have lost something much more. For Snow had a quality all too rare - he was a JOY BRINGER.
 His enthusiasm was irresistable.
 His unfailing good humour was infectious.
 His tolerant outlook on life, his good sense as well as his innate love and understanding of the bush made him a delightful and formidably capable companion. It has been our privilege that he was our companion
-on many sunlit days - rainy days - blizzRrd days.
+on many sunlit days - rainy days - blizzard days.
-In good times and in adversity, his presence has brightened the days
-of our years.
+In good times and in adversity, his presence has brightened the days of our years.
-To many of us who walked with Snow in the 50's and 60's, an insight was given to the influences that had formed the character we loved so much, when we used to visit his parents' home in Katoomba. It was usually after a trip, and Mrs. Brown would invite these grubby, smelly, often soaking wet walkers into her kitchen. She would feed them, share her hearth, and Er. Brown would ask knowing questions and be highly amused. There was always a welcome.
-Snow used to express considerable scorn for people who married nonbushwalkers, gave up bushwalking and became miserable. It was his often
+To many of us who walked with Snow in the 50's and 60's, an insight was given to the influences that had formed the character we loved so much, when we used to visit his parents' home in Katoomba. It was usually after a trip, and Mrs. Brown would invite these grubby, smelly, often soaking wet walkers into her kitchen. She would feed them, share her hearth, and Mr. Brown would ask knowing questions and be highly amused. There was always a welcome.
-expressed opinion that he would never marry a girl who was not a bushwalker.
-When Snow met and later married Margaret Clarence (Clarrie) that is exactly what he did do - marry a non-bushwalker. However it soon became evident that Snow's judgement was sound, in that Clarrie became a rapid convert to
+Snow used to express considerable scorn for people who married nonbushwalkers, gave up bushwalking and became miserable. It was his often expressed opinion that he would never marry a girl who was not a bushwalker. When Snow met and later married Margaret Clarence (Clarrie) that is exactly what he did do - marry a non-bushwalker. However it soon became evident that Snow's judgement was sound, in that Clarrie became a rapid convert to the fold. Together they built a marriage which reflected the love and joy
-the fold. Together they built a marriage which reflected the love and joy
 they found in each other.
 A feature of this marriage was the hospitality which Snow and Clarrie extended to one and all.
 Snow's passing is at present too close for us to experience anything but sorrow and profound feelings of loss. However as time passes we will be able to look back at the happy memories and remember Snow as he would perhaps have chosen to be remembered - A BRINGER OF JOY.
 He has gone but his spirit will live on with us.
-Snow Brown joined the S.B.W. in 1952, and up to the time of his final illness continued to be a very active and enthusiastic bushwalker. His untimely death on 28th October was an occasion of great sorrow to his many friends in the Club, as evidenced by the large group of bushwalkers who attended his funeral on 1st November. This eulogy was spoken by Peter Stitt, and the following stanza from Rupert Brooke's "The Dead", a piece
-of verse which Snow had liked and fauna very, moving, was read by Geoff Wagg:-1.
+Snow Brown joined the S.B.W. in 1952, and up to the time of his final illness continued to be a very active and enthusiastic bushwalker. His untimely death on 28th October was an occasion of great sorrow to his many friends in the Club, as evidenced by the large group of bushwalkers who attended his funeral on 1st November. This eulogy was spoken by Peter Stitt, and the following stanza from Rupert Brooke's "The Dead", a piece of verse which Snow had liked and fauna very, moving, was read by Geoff Wagg:
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+There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter, \\
-	'There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter, ' And lit by rich skies all day. And after, .
+And lit by rich skies all day. And after,\\
-Frost with a gesture, stays the waves that dance,
+Frost with a gesture, stays the waves that dance,\\
-And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white
+And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,\\
-Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,
 A width, a shining peace under the night."
-IN APPRECIATION OF SNOW.	by Helen Gray.
-It was April 1959 when I decided to see what bushwalking was all about. The Sydney Bush Walkers, I was told, was the best club, so with address in
+====== In Appreciation of Snow ======
-hand I finally found a derelict old building near Oxford Street and climbed up old wooden stairs, past broken windows, stray cats and odd smells, to an unbelievably untidy meeting room. The old Ingersoll Hall was being vacated. that very night and chaos reigned. David Ingram, as new members' secretary, did his best to make me welcome, but I didn't feel it. I knew no one. The
-people were dressed to fit the surroundings. Then a voice, bubbling with enthusiasm. . .
+by Helen Gray
+It was April 1959 when I decided to see what bushwalking was all about. The Sydney Bush Walkers, I was told, was the best club, so with address in hand I finally found a derelict old building near Oxford Street and climbed up old wooden stairs, past broken windows, stray cats and odd smells, to an unbelievably untidy meeting room. The old Ingersoll Hall was being vacated. that very night and chaos reigned. David Ingram, as new members' secretary, did his best to make me welcome, but I didn't feel it. I knew no one. The people were dressed to fit the surroundings. Then a voice, bubbling with enthusiasm. . .
 "I've got a MIGHTY trip on this weekend. You've GOT to come."
-. "Don't go on his walk," someone close at hand advised.	"He leads REALLY hard walks."
-I looke4 closely at the fair-haired young man and at the group he now turned to. There was a thin man with odd socks and black rings under his eyes. ("He broke his skull on one of Snow's walks," the same voice add.) And there were two bearded fellows (beards were an oddity in those days) who'd given up GOOD JOBS to wander around Australia for 6 months. There was that super-fit looking young woman who was now involved in some sort of tripping-up game with the blond youth they called Snow. Cheering them an was another super-fit looking young woman who, I was told, had 4 children and had been a tiger walker before I was born:	(That, at least, must be a big exaggeration.) I looked at Snow, and Bob Duncan, George and Frank Rigby, and Heather Joyce and Dot. No, I'd better not go on that walk. They obviously weren't my types.
+"Don't go on his walk," someone close at hand advised.	"He leads REALLY hard walks."
+I looked closely at the fair-haired young man and at the group he now turned to. There was a thin man with odd socks and black rings under his eyes. ("He broke his skull on one of Snow's walks," the same voice add.) And there were two bearded fellows (beards were an oddity in those days) who'd given up GOOD JOBS to wander around Australia for 6 months. There was that super-fit looking young woman who was now involved in some sort of tripping-up game with the blond youth they called Snow. Cheering them an was another super-fit looking young woman who, I was told, had 4 children and had been a tiger walker before I was born:	(That, at least, must be a big exaggeration.) I looked at Snow, and Bob Duncan, George and Frank Rigby, and Heather Joyce and Dot. No, I'd better not go on that walk. They obviously weren't my types.
 I went on a Sunday walk.
-.	- -
-A week later, new club room, same faces.
+A week later, new club room, same faces. "You should've come on my walk! You missed a mighty trip. Next week we're going caving...."
-"You should've come on my walk! You missed a might7 . trip. Next week we're going caving...."
--
+This time I couldn't resist. No matter that they all seemed such odd-bods. No matter that everything seemed to have gone wrong on the previous week's walk. I'd take the risk.
-This time I couldn't resist. No matter that they all seemed such.
-odd-bods. No matter that everything seemed to have gone wrong :on the .previous week's walk. I'd take the risk.
+Well, everything did go wrong and it was a hard trip, as I'd been warned. Cars broke down. The rendez-vous was vague; one car load never turned up. I travelled with the red-bearded one, George; who spoke not a single word on the 200 mile car journey. I shared a tent with Bob, who had matching socks now that it didn't matter, but wore a strange Tibetan-type hat and had a piece of sticking-plaster on his forehead.
-Well, everything did go wrong and it was a hard trip, as I'd been warned. Cars broke down. The rendez-vous was vague; one car load never turned up. I travelled with the red-bearded one, George; who spoke not a single word on
+(What's wrong with your forehead?" I asked. "Nothing. It's to remind me of something." "What?""I've forgotten.")
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-the 200 mile car journey. I shared a tent with Bob, who had matching socks now that it didn't matter, but wore a strange Tibetan-type hat and had a piece of sticking-plaster on his forehead.
+For the car trip they all wore hairy brown "bear-suits" - World War II inner flying suits - so I felt quite out of place in my jeans and parka.(For me, at 19, the right dress was still of some importance.) We were to spend the weekend caving at Bendethra, so I at least knew boiler-suits would be the dress for that. Next morning I donned my brand-new suit, boots and torch, confident that I would at least look right. Wrong again: People appeared in once-white long-johns under their shorts, shrunken jumpers,
-(nWhat's wrong with your forehead?" I asked.
+smelly old carbide lamps and sandshoes with most of the canvas uppers missing.
-"Nothing. It's to remind me of something."
-'What?"
+This isn't the story of a caving trip. The adventure, the cold, the fun, the moment when Snow held his carbide lamp too close to the leg of my boiler suit, can be told another time. Like Tamino in "The Magic Flute" I emerged from my tests a new person. A new outlook an life, a greater awareness, and new friends were forever to be mine.
-"I've forgotten.")
--
+Thank you, Snow, for making me feel welcome, for making me feel I belonged. For introducing me to people who have become life-long friends. For being so full of fun and life. For taking me on all those trips, even if half of them went wrong. For helping me see that every little incident could have its funny side. For knowing you, for being a friend.
-For the car trip they all wore hairy brown "bear-suits" - World War II inner flying suits - so I felt quite out of place in my jeans and parka.
-(For me, at 19, the right dress was still of some importance.) We were to spend the weekend caving at Bendethra, so I at least knew boiler-suits would
-be the dress for that. Next morning I donned my brand-new suit, boots and torch, confident that I would at least look right. Wrong again: People
-appeared in once-white long-johns under their shorts, shrunken jumpers,
-smelly old carbide lamps and sandshoes with most:of the canvas uppers missing.
-This isn't the story of a caving trip. The adventure, the cold, the fun, the moment when Snow held his carbide lamp too close to the leg of my
-boiler suit, can be told another time. Like Tamino in "The Magic Flute" I
-emerged from my tests a new person. A new outlook an life, a greater awareness, and. new friends were forever to be mine.
-Thank you, Snow, for making me feel welcome, for making me feel I belonged. For introducing me to people who have become life-long friends. For being so full- of fun and life. For taking me on all those trips, even if half of them went wrongs For helping me see that every little incident could have its funny side. For knowing you, for being a friend.
 After your funeral, someone produced photos - you in your long-johns at the 50th Reunion. We laughed. We spoke of you in the present tense. That's how it will always be. You are still part of our lives and our memories.
 Your physical presence may be missed, but you are still here.
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-from Kinkaku-Ji
+from Kinkaku-Ji Temple Japan.
-Temple
-Japan.
+====== Scripture Without Words ======
-SCRIPTURE WITHOUT WORDS.
 How fresh it is like morning dew,
 An open flower.
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 Valleys deep and rapid streams with spray, Moon light is clear - In softly breathing wind, Man reads in the quietness
 "Scripture without words".
-Page 5	THE SYDNEY BUSHMLKER	November, 1982.
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 up to the top of the escarpment fringing the Hastings and down on to the
 river itself; not without a little scrambling, but nothing too startling.
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-Page 8	THE SYDNEY BUSHWICER	November, 1932.
 WEIN THE CENTRB.
 by Barbara Bruce.
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 -	The 'easy' trip to the glorious Giles Springs which, while not really hard, was hot and seemed to take forever.
 -	The exceptionally picturesque start of an absolutely horrid day when we walked about 12 miles along a stony road in the heat (just as well I wasn't one of the unlucky ones suffering from blisters at this stage!).
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 -	The pleasure at finding a good waterhole when we,weren't exactly sure where we'd find one.
 -	Tiny rainbow finches which attempted to 'frightenlus away from their waterhole.
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-CLEAR COLD AND KANANGRA.
 by Bill Gamble.
 A feature of Jim Vatiliotis Kanangra walk on the weekend of 21-23 May
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 o the old carpark, and that is not a bad time to be there completing a good talk. But it was not a time to linger. The chill of the evening and the gathering darkness soon had us moving off homewards. For some members, a fitting conclusion to the weekend may well have been over the hot chocolate at Aroneys in Katoomba, or pizza in the restaurant next door.
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-THE DREAM THAT CAME TRUE.
+====== The Dream That Came True ======
 by D.C. Berry.
 The "Dream" began twenty odd years ago, when a party of Sydney Bush-
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 appointed to manage and care for Blue Gum Forest. Many working bees were
 organised and well supported to help keep the place in good condition. Some
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 Trustees retired, or were not able to carry on, and were replaced by others,
 approximately ten in all over the years, mostly drawn from the Walking movement. As the need for univerual conservation was recognized, the Statp Government formed the National Parks and Wildlife Service. The Forest, along with other areas in the Blue Mountains, passed into the care of the Service and Trustees were no longer required.
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 BRISBANE 'WATERS NATIONAL PARK.
 by Ainslie Morris.
 REPORT ON DAY WALK: Pearl Beach, Dillon's Farm, Patonga, Pearl Beach! Map:- Myles Dunphy's Sketch Map (1949, revised 1967) of Patonga - Kariong
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 After Patonga Village, a jumble of old weatherboard pre-war weekenders, there is a track back to Pearl Beach over Warrah Heights.
 We disturbed five sea-eagles, that swooped off a high rock lookout over the Eawkesbury River. Magnificent is the best word for a view east from Palm Beach, across to Lambert Peninsula and far to the west to Brooklyn. Or
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 you can start your walk along here and return along the Girralsool Track
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 in simmer so we can have a variety of swims - salt water at Pearl Beach, fresh at Dillon's in the creek, and brackish in Patonga Creek.
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 NEW YEAR TRIP - BINIBERAMALA. RIVER STONEY CREEK.
 .  (See .Summer Walks Programme).	by Joan Rigby.
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 Cool in tin for few minutes - turn onto rack. Serve warm slices - bu-etered if preferred.
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 KOSCIUSKO NATIONAL PARK MANAG1MENT PLAN.
 A letter under this heading has been received by the Club fro:M. the National Parks Association of N.S.W. and is 'published under instructions from the October General Meeting. It reads as follows:-