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Woodlands replete with little angels

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Thirty minutes west of  Melbourne’s CBD is a paradise with a lake set in expansive lawns, a beautiful rose garden whose scents engulf you long before you see it, and an Italianate mansion built in 1877.  Now known as The Werribee Mansion, it was actually named ‘Wyndham’ by the man who built it.

Melbourne, why have you kept this paradise such a secret?

There are some of the most beautiful trees I have ever seen dotted about the park. Children delight in the spacous manicured lawns, the Sculpture Walk and the ‘climbing’ trees. My family and I spent a day there this summer with many other families enjoying the same things we were.  We will certainly be returning to this paradise.  We first knew about Victoria’s most elaborate private residence when it appeared in an episode of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.

The Werribee Mansion has also been used in the making of other movies.

One of the most intriguing bits of history associated with this property, for me, is that between 1923 and 1973 it was owned by the Catholic Church who developed it as a seminary,  Corpus Christi College, for the training of priests and brothers,

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Entrance to the vast rose garden

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Trees with colour that will astound you

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A favourite climbing tree

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Even giant Meccano creations to play on along the Sculpture Walk

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We watched a beautiful wedding taking place amidst the heady perfume of colourful petunias

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The Romanesque rear of the mansion

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A clever heliograph situated in the large preserved laundry building shows May the maid going about her daily washing chores in bygone days

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The beginning of the Sculpture Walk

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Take a walk down to the Werribee River and theoriginal orchard currently being restored by volunteers

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The Stables and the Luncheon Party (far right)

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Goodbye for now Werribee Park, but we’ll be back with more family and visitors to Melbourne

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For more about the amazing history behind Werribee Mansion visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Werribee_Park

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My partner and I visited the TarraWarra Museum of Art in the Yarra Valley on Sunday to view this year’s Archibald Prize entries:

My favourite was Melody -Portrait of Missy Higgins by Kate Tucker.

Missy Higgins is a singer/songwriter.

I loved Missy Higgin’s pose, her hair,  and the brightness that surrounded her.

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Melody – by Kate Tucker (acrylic on linen 155 x 125cm)

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My second choice and my partner’s favourite was Kimbra by Vicent Fantauzzo.

Kimbra is a New Zealand singer/songwriter now based in Melbourne.

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Kimbra – by Vincent Fantauzzo (oil on linen 200.5 x 261cm)

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The 2012 Archibald Prize winner: The Histrionic Wayfarer (after Bosch)

- a self portrait by Tim Storrier.

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The Histrionic Wayfarer (after Bosch) – by Tim Storrier (acrylic on canvas 183 x 122 cm

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see  Archibald Prize 2011

I felt I had to write about this remarkable Australian doctor who has devoted her life’s work to treating women suffering from obstetric fistula, in Ethiopia.

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Dr Catherine Hamlin

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Dr Catherine HamlinAC, MBBS, FRCS, FRANZCOG, FRCOG, is an Australian obstetrician and gynaecologist who, with her late husband Dr Reg Hamlin, co-founded the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital, the world’s only medical centre dedicated exclusively to providing free obstetric fistula repair surgery.

Dr Hamlin has been recognised by the United Nations agency UNFPA as a pioneer in fistula surgery, for which she developed specialist techniques and procedures. She, her husband, (a New Zealander) and the hospital’s medical staff, have treated more than 34,000 women.

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See    Vesico Vaginal Fistula

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Dr Hamlin, now in her late eighties, heads the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital in Ethiopia. The surgical technique developed by the Dr Hamlin has a 93% cure rate for obstetric fistula cases. The Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital has established a purpose-built village called Desta Mender (Village of Joy) to provide long-term care for women whose condition is caused by giving birth at a very young age, and some sexual practises. The hospital is dedicated to improving health, reducing infant mortality and empowering women.

The Hamlin College of Midwives, set up by Dr Catherine Hamlin and Dr Reg Hamlin, trains young women as midwives to work in the Ethiopian countryside where there is presently no access to medical assistance during pregnancy and labour. The College’s mission is to have a midwife in every Ethiopian village.

The Hamlins’ long association with the College of Midwives began in 1958 when they answered an advertisement in the Lancet Medical Journal for an obstetrician and gynaecologist to establish a Midwifery School at the Princess Tsehay Hospital in Addis Ababa. They arrived in 1959 on a three-year contract with the Ethiopian Government but only about 10 midwives had been trained when the Government closed the midwifery school. The Hamlins went on to establish the College and fifteen years later they founded Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital.

Catherine Hamlin lives in her cottage on the grounds of the Addis Ababa Fistula Hospital as she has done for over thirty-five years. She is still very active in the work of the Hospital and operates every Thursday morning as well as running a clinic. Her son, Richard Hamlin is involved in the activities of the Hospital and sits on its Board of Trustees.

There is currently a dispute between three members of the Board of Trustees including the chair, and Dr Catherine Hamlin, regarding the direction the hospital is taking. Dr Hamlin has withdrawn support for her Australian fundraising trust over the religious dispute that threatens her charitable medical work in Ethiopia.  The board had moved to take a hardline Christian approach. As a result of the dispute, the board has halted all fund-raising in Australia.  Dr Hamlin believes the board was attempting to take control of the management of the hospital against her will.

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Bernadette Lack

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Bernadette Lack is a young Australian midwife who is running the Great Ocean Road marathon from Lorne to Apollo Bay; a gruelling 45km.  She is raising funds for the Hamlin College of Midwives, an organisation she is passionate about.  The College and Hospital rely heavily on funding from overseas.  When Ms Lack was informed that Hamlin Fistula Australia wouldn’t  accept her donation because the board was in disarray, she contacted Lucy Perry, official spokesperson for Dr Hamlin in Australia. Ms Lack has been assured by Ms Perry that the funds she raises in the marathon will be sent directly to Ethiopia.

Both Dr Hamlin and her hospital are the recipients of numerous awards. Dr Hamlin, known for her dedication and humility, says of the plaudits she has received ‘I’m doing what I love doing and it’s not a hardship for me to be working in Ethiopia with these women’.

Crab Apple Jelly Made From Red Variety:

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Jars full of sunshine

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Red crab apple just picked & ready for the pot

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basketful of yellow crab apples

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I am often asked by friends who love my crab apple jelly  “Oh, can you eat crab apples?”

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Little balls of golden sunlight amid the green

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Jelly made from these red crab apples has a beautiful delicate colour

 

I remember as a child eating crab apples straight from a tree. They were sour, but if I picked the really ripe apples, they weren’t too bad, quite refreshing in fact.

 I have two crab apple (Malus)  trees in my garden; one has red apples and the other yellow. Not only do the cherry-sized apples enhance the beauty of the trees, in Spring we are rewarded with pink/red delicate blossoms.

 Every year I make crab apple jelly, which is just as nice on toast as it is served with pork.  Here is the recipe I use (no, you don’t have to core & peel the apples)

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View from my writing desk

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Recipe for Crab Apple Jelly

 

INGREDIENTS:

1.5 kg crab apples

1 unwaxed lemon

sugar

a piece of straining muslin

2-3 clean, dry, warm jam jars, about 250g each, with lids or covers.

 Makes 500g – 750g of jelly.

METHOD:

Sort the apples discarding any bruised or marked fruit and all leaves.

Wash the fruit, cut in half and place in large pan, add water to just under the level of the fruit. Peel zest thinly from the lemon and add that, and the peeled lemon to the pan. Part cover pan with lid and simmer for one hour. Transfer mixture to muslin to drip slowly overnight into bowl. Do not squeeze the bag, as this will make the jelly cloudy. I tie the muslin bag onto the tap over a bowl in the kitchen sink after dinner, and remove it first thing in the morning.

 Measure the juice into a clean preserving pan and for every 600mls of juice add 450g sugar (or part thereof). Simmer over low heat, stirring, until sugar is dissolved, then increase the heat and boil hard for 5-10 minutes or until setting point is reached. Take pan off heat and test for set. (put saucer in fridge, and place tiny bit of jam on saucer and leave for 5 mins. If setting point is reached, a jelly will form). Place back on heat if not ready to set.  Be careful not to over-cook.

Once setting point has been reached, skim the jelly, then stir and pour into jars. Store in cool, dark pantry.

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Autumn colours

Zahra’s Law – the very least we could do for you Zahra.

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Zahra Baker

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A tough new law inspired by the murder and dismemberment of 10-year-old disabled Australian schoolgirl Zahra Baker has come into effect in North Carolina.  But I wonder why it has taken so long for such a law to be implemented. Zahra is by no means the first person to be murdered and dismembered in the US. It’s tardiness has denied Zahra full justice by being treated as a lesser crime. In my mind, it takes a particularly evil person to murder a child and then dismember the body.

Zahra’s Law makes dismembering human remains in North Carolina a Class one felony, allowing prosecutors to seek stiff penalties against offenders. The new law also applies to secretly dispose of a body or conceal a death.

Zahra Baker, born in the NSW country town of Wagga Wagga, moved with her father, Adam Baker, to the US after he met North Carolina woman Elisa Baker online and wed. Elisa, 43, entered a guilty plea to Zahra’s murder and dismemberment in September and is serving a 15 year prison sentence that outraged the local community because it was considered not harsh enough.

Adam Baker escaped punishment even though he showed wilful neglect of his young daughter. It appears both her parents let her down.

Zahra, who at the age of five had her lower left leg amputated after battling bone cancer, was reported missing from the family’s Hickory, North Carolina, home on 9 October 2010, and weeks later parts of her body and prosthetic leg were found tossed in bushland.

Read more about Zahra’s story

Ode to Zahra and other innocents: Zahra, Daniel, & Caylee; No Summer Will They See

Read more about Caylee’s story

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Caylee Marie Anthony

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This morning Artwiculate’s word of the day is ‘Philomel’, sobriquet for The Nightingale. As I wrote my ideas of what Philomel meant for me, for Twitter’s word game, I looked out of the window, beside the desk with my laptop. I couldn’t help but think how lucky I was to have such a beautiful place to write. A garden in which I spend hours tending the plants and trees which give me such joy; where I’m joined by honey eaters, sparrows, wattle birds, willy wagtails, occasional lorikeets, black birds, mud larks, to name a few.
Every morning I feed these beautiful creatures, everyday they have fresh water to bathe in. A tiny paradise for a writer and song birds.

 

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A Haven for many birds

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Towards the rose garden

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Bird bath amid the olive trees

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Michelangelo’s David gazes into the distance

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Breakfasts with the birds

Man makes statement: ‘I’m definitely not dead’

IAN ALLEN

Last updated 11:43 18/10/2011

Graham Brooks, Renwick Photographer

ALIVE AND WELL: Renwick man Graham Brooks has publicly quashed rumours of his demise. He’s not ready to dig the hole, he says.

A Marlborough man has issued an unusual reminder to friends and family – “I’m definitely not dead”.

The Renwick rumour mill has been working overtime on lifelong resident Graham Brooks, and come up with the crazy notion that the 61-year-old suffered a massive stroke and died three weeks ago.

The former newspaper photographer laughed it off at first as well-wishers visited the family home to offer condolences to his wife, Cynthia.

However, after hearing he was losing photography jobs, he knew it was time to set the record straight.

“I definitely didn’t have a stroke and I’m definitely not dead,” Mr Brooks said.

“I’ve had my guts full of this. It has gone beyond a joke. A local businessman drove up my driveway, parked, looked me in the eye and said, `You’re not dead’. He didn’t even get out of the car, just turned around and left. I thought, `What the hell is going on here?’ Maybe I’m a reincarnation.”

Even when people see Mr Brooks is alive and well, they still assume he suffered the stroke and is on the mend.

But it’s the patronising looks of sympathy that irritate the most, Mr Brooks said.

“People put their arms around my shoulders, look me in the eye and say, `How are you feeling? I heard what happened’. I tell them it is a load of b…….”

The rumour has taken on a life of its own, he said.

“People hearing it for the first time think it only happened a few days ago and that it must be true because someone told them. Even when people talk to your face they think you must be hiding it.”

There are two plausible reasons for the mix-up, Mr Brooks explained.

“A close friend of mine died a few weeks ago.

“He developed a virus in his heart and was taken to Wellington Hospital where he suffered a stroke. His name was Graham Valk.

“His sister-in-law knows about the rumour and jokes with me, saying `How are you feeling’?”

However, Mr Brooks has been walking about town looking slightly worse for wear lately.

He stepped into a hole – for a tree, not a grave – and twisted ligaments in his knee while saving his wife from a dog attack.

“Maybe people have seen me hobbling around town with a crook knee. But I’m not on death’s door, not yet anyway.”         - Marlborough, New Zealand

Source: Stuff.co.NZ

Paul and I travelled to the TarraWarra Museum of Art in the Yarra Valley on Sunday, to view the exhibition of Archibald Prize portraits. The day was freezing cold and pouring with rain, but record crowds weren’t daunted.  The Museum provided large yellow umbrellas for the long walk up from the carparks, while vans and golf carts transported those, like us, who preferred not to brave the elements.

We called in at Healesville township on the way to the museum, to lunch at one of the enticing cafès, but alas, all were filled to the brim with all manner of lucky diners; we peered, greeneyed, at them through steamed up windows.  Not wanting to wait around, we purchased hot, homebaked pies and muffins from one of the equally  packed bakeries, to eat in the car.  Not the day for eating in the park!  Then off we headed up to the exhibition.

It was well worth the trip, and at only ten dollars for adults, a bargain.  Our favourite was the Archibald Prize 2011 winning painting of ‘Margaret Olley’ by Ben Quilty.   I was fascinated by the likeness to his subject, given that closeup, the painting was a mass of blobs and broad brush strokes in bright colours, with the white of the subject’s face the background canvas.  Standing back, I could see such expression in that face, such life!

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Winner 2011 Archibald Prize

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Ben Quilty and his children with Margaret Olley

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Two other portraits impressed us:

‘Jessica’ by Tom MacBeth.  He painted Jessica Watson in her most comfortable of spaces, on a yacht.  He has captured this inspirational teenager’s oceanic gaze perfectly.

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‘Cathy Freeman’   by Craig Ruddy.  Painted on glass hung in front of white canvas.  Magical view of another inspirational Australian woman!

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Of course, as with any painting, reproduction can’t do justice to the artist’s talent.

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See Archibald Prize 2012

Here is an interesting question which has been asked again and again since jurors returned a verdict of “Not Guilty” in the Casey Anthony murder trial: should Caylee’s mother, Casey Anthony, be allowed the privilege of giving birth to another child?  She has smilingly made it clear in media interviews that she wants more children.

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If someone kills another person by careless use of a motor vehicle they lose their licence to drive a car.

 If a person cruelly kills a dog, they are banned from ever owning another dog.

But if a person neglects and murders their own child, they are free to continue bringing more children into the world.

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Zahra, Daniel & Caylee, No Summer Will They See (poem)

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There is doubt about the veracity of Casey Anthony’s claim by her defence that her father and brother sexually abused her for years.  There is video footage of her at a prison visiting session with her parents where she berates her weeping father for saying he should have been a better grandfather to Caylee.  Casey tells him not to say that; he was a great dad and granddad.  She had spent three years in prison awaiting trial and had much time to reflect on her past life.  During this prison visit or any other, as far as we know, she showed no signs of anger at either of her parents.  To my mind, if the sexual abuse allegations were true, this was the very time and space in which she could have railed at her parents,  while mourning the death of her little girl.  How could she not have been angry?  Her defence team argued that the abuse Casey suffered as a child was the reason she showed no emotion and partied even though she knew Caylee was dead.

In fact, Caylee had not been seen by extended family members for 31 days and was first reported missing by her maternal grandmother, Cindy, with  whom she had lived since she was born. Casey had suddenly left the family home with Caylee, and Caylee was never seen alive again. Casey only called 911 to report that her daughter had been missing for “31 days” after her mother finally located Casey and informed her that she was going to let police know Caylee was missing because she was becoming increasingly worried about her granddaughter’s safety. Casey’s car had just been found abandoned and her father had noticed a strong smell of “decomposition” in the boot of the car.

A time-line was created by the prosecution with photos, boyfriend’s and other friend’s testimonies, to show that Casey partied and took part in a ‘hot body’ contest during the 31 days Caylee was supposedly missing.  Friends and acquaintances testified Casey wasn’t depressed or upset in any way that they could ascertain,  even though according to the evidence Casey already knew at the time that her daughter was dead. The strong circumstantial evidence brought out in court was that she had buried her daughter herself after borrowing a shovel from her next door neighbour.  After which he saw her reverse her car into the family’s garage, when there was no one else at home at the time. Backing her car into the family’s garage was something he had never seen her do before.  Casey also had never borrowed anything from her neighbour before even though they had lived in adjacent houses for years.  Caylee’s body was later found in a rubbish bag beside a lane just a few houses down the street from where she and her extended family lived.  Traces of chloroform were found in the boot of Casey’s abandoned car and her confiscated computer showed that she had downloaded information from the internet about the use of chloroform.

There was evidence admitted at the trial that Casey Anthony neglected her daughter Caylee, although she posed for many photos dressed up and made up, to promote the image of herself as a devoted mother.  This part of the testimony reminded me of the case of the celebrated  film star Joan Crawford, whose adopted daughter wrote about her and her adopted brother’s horrific lives with the star in a memoir  called Mommie Dearest.  In all the staged photos of Joan and her children, she advertised and marketed herself as a devoted mother, but she was nothing of the sort.    The posed photos of Casey Anthony with Caylee, seemingly depicting Casey as a happy, devoted mother just don’t tally with various testimonies given at the trial.

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Caylee with her mother Casey Anthony

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Casey Anthony, in a long  interview  with a detective the day after she reported Caylee missing,  answered questions in a rambling way in which she appeared to be making things up as she went along.  She told the interviewing detective that she had last seen Caylee when she dropped her off at her nanny’s so she could go to work.  And here is the rub: Casey Anthony couldn’t remember the woman’s exact address or phone number even though she had two mobile phones!  She gave the detective several addresses for where she may have left Caylee, but none checked out. She said she had known her daughter’s nanny ever she was pregnant with Caylee, but that the woman shifted a lot, that’s why she was confused about the address.  And she had several SIM cards which were mixed up, so she couldn’t remember where the nanny’s  phone number was stored. The fictitious nanny was never found of course so Casey had to admit to the detective that she had lied in her first interview.

I always get suspicious when a woman like Casey Anthony uses sexual abuse by her father as a defence in a trial, and as an excuse for killing her own child, for not showing any emotion.  Many hundreds of women have been abused by their fathers and close relatives, but usually this makes them even more determined to protect their own children from harm and neglect. I was a victim of sexual abuse by an uncle when I was ten years old and it took me years to be able even to talk about it, but it made me very aware of the dangers, and extra vigilant when males had access to my young children.  Most of us so abused are over protective, if anything.

I worked as a social worker in NZ for a short time, and in the worst cases children were removed from their abusive mothers and fathers. But time and again those same mothers became pregnant again and those same fathers sired more children.  The cycle of abuse continued  with the next child.  In one case the mother of eleven children, who had all subsequently been removed from her care one by one, quipped to the social worker, who along with police, rescued that eleventh child, “I don’t care, I’ll just have another one”. I left this career after only eighteen months because I could not handle the heartbreak of so many children repeatedly abused and murdered by those very people who should have loved and protected them.

All social workers who face this problem day after day, deserve medals of the highest order not only because of the good work they do, always without appreciation, but also because they spend their lives working to protect and rescue children from abusive families.  The children that do come to the attention of welfare agencies are the tip of the iceberg, many die without ever having contact with welfare agencies. The tragedy is that agencies often fail largely because of the sheer numbers of children who need their help and the lack of resources available to them.  Often when I worked as a social worker, we each handled 30 to 40 serious cases, with very limited support structures.  Social welfare agencies are notoriously under-funded in my experience. Too many children have died and are still dying at the hands of their parents.  Isn’t it about time that those men and women who kill their children are banned forever from having other children.  Perhaps those men and women should be ordered by the courts to be sterilised.  Like registers for paedophiles, there should be a register that holds the names of all those men and women so that in the event they apply for adoption or reversal of their operations their murderous and abusive histories will be available for all relevant agencies to access.

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By now most people will know that Casey Anthony has been released after the jury found her “Not Guilty” of murder.  She can now make millions by writing a best-selling book about her ‘ordeal’ (they are always best-sellers!) and by giving interviews to all types of media for huge sums.  But judging by Twitter, other online comments, various media and legal reports,   very few people believe this mother to be innocent of the murder of her child.  I can only think of that beautiful little girl who lived for two and half years, who died a horrible death probably by her mother’s own hand, and whose death will never be avenged.

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Caylee Marie Anthony

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How is it that thousands of children in wealthy countries like, America, New Zealand and Australia, parents continue to murder their children?  Each case is tragic, no matter what the circumstances.  In a perfect world every child should be wanted and loved.   But as we all know, this world is far from perfect, and children will continue to die unless drastic measures are taken, and people with a well documented history of abuse, neglect and murder of children, are prevented from procreating.

Food for thought.

Update from HUFF POST News source:

Casey Anthony is not going back to hostile Orange County without a fight. Lawyers representing Ms Anthony will appeal a court order mandating her to return to her home state to serve probation for a cheque-fraud conviction. Last week, Judge Belvin Perry ordered Ms Anthony to report to a probation officer in Orange County by noon on Aug. 26 — but her attorneys argue that the 25-year-old has already served the time. Due to a previous conviction for cashing $644.25 of bad cheques using a friend’s stolen cheque book, Ms Anthony still faces one year of supervised probation.

In dispute, due to a court process error, is whether Ms Anthony served her probation while in jail awaiting trial, or whether she must fulfill the probation after her release.

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