About the Hobart Chinaman.
Self described as an Accidental Occidental Oriental many have been prone to ask, why?
Damn good question!
Briefly, Hobart is a destination, you don’t go anywhere from here. Hobart born kids do, they go away.
Getting a public service job down here was a good pre retirement gig, working for the government an experience.
Great Grandmother was born in 1872 of Scottish stock in rural Victoria. There’s gotta be a story in there somewhere. Maybe something for me to track down! A more intriguing tale tho’ is her marriage in the early 1900’s, to a Chinese laundryman. They produce five kids. I’m one of the kids of their twin girl. How’d they meet blah blah blah. Anyway,
Great Granny was Occidental.
Dad from a Cantonese family of nine marries Mum in 1948, their kids are my brother and me. Guess that makes us quadroons. Meeh,
I’m preferring Oriental.
And so an Accidental, Occidental Oriental
On a listless day the Accidental Occidental Oriental tools around on Google Maps.
You know the listless tooling, seeing your house from the street and measuring distances to the pizza shop or Maccas.
All useful things to know.
Zooming out, a place marker shows up which identifies a bay, not twelve minutes walk south of home, on the eastern shore of Hobart’s Derwent estuary.
The Hobart Chinaman does double take.
It’s clearly marked “CHINAMANS BAY”
Is Google pranking me?
My apologies for the the copy of printed Google Map. I’m not inclined, nor would I, have my app extended.
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