It is no big secret.
Whenever I appraise all of my daughters who were born in 1982,
Inga always comes up as my favourite.
GOF’s childhood was one of simplicity, unburdened by material possessions because that is what life was like for everyone living in rural Australia immediately after World War 2.
Inga’s childhood was one of simplicity, unburdened by material possessions because GOF made a completely irrational decision to throw away a perfectly good job in a mining town nine months after she was born, to follow his dream of self-sufficiency in the wilderness.
But Inga and I have shared much more than that.
Something that many two-working-parent families have chosen to sacrifice in their quest to “accumulate and own all that stuff really quickly.”
Just for starters, over a period of 11 years we shared an aggregate 2700 hours together on a motor bike, slipping and sliding our way through the rainforest, sometimes in the most appalling weather conditions to and from the nearest school-bus stop 6 kilometres away.
We both also had a healthy amount of time alone to think about life and contemplate the world around us. Inga’s young life was not constantly stuffed full of noise and invasive electronic media.
I have a list of qualities that I like to see in young women of the world. One of the most important is the “Usefulness On The Farm Factor.” This is a category in which Inga has excelled par excellence.
Planting and harvesting sweet potatoes and taro in rain, hail, shine or mud, or running up and down the mountain to operate the diesel irrigation pump, or catching grasshoppers inside the plant nursery (for which she charged me the exhorbitant fee of 5c per head). Also;
Inga has always given me good reason to be proud of her behaviour and achievements. Oh….except for that one time with the train driver that I’m not allowed to talk about here……but it’s not like he drove the train completely off the rails after his eyes almost popped out of his head, so that doesn’t count against her either.
Most of all I am happy to be the father of a compassionate human being.
Mrs GOF thinks that we won the Childbirth Lottery on June 5 1982.
A sentiment which I share, but in the light of recent evidence I did decide to confiscate the chainsaw and shotgun, just in case I had come to a premature, hasty and incorrect conclusion.
Happy birthday to our dear Inga.