friends, one for every year of life came together to celebrate my birthday. Getting on in years ain’t so bad after all.

Too many people to mention, but today, Sam, Jonathan and Kane with all the guys at Apollo truly turned on ‘Apollo’s Feast’ for all 75 of us.

More photos and comments will come in a day or two (if you’re not totally over my being 75 by then!)
 

The 'advance' work force at Apollo with the 'Gerhard' creation

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Friend Gerhard went all out to transform Apollo for the 75th without detracting from the simplicity of the restaurant. Olive trees, lemons, pomegranates, artichokes and other vegetables formed the main display, with bay and rosemary wreaths made for the walls. Thanks Gerhard for a great ‘installation’. (And thank you to Robyn for ‘pruning’ her lemon trees and bringing the laden branches.)

Great having my immediate family from Queensland come down for the celebration.
eldest brother, Tony and Ruth
Sister Anne and Trev, and
younger brother, Mark and Jenny

 
ST IGNATIUS FEAST DAY CELEBRATIONS AT ST CANICE’S

 
 

Students from three of Sydney’s Jesuit Colleges came to St Canice’s this weekend to join in the parish Feast Day celebrations and to share of their recent ‘immersion’ experiences at our sister parish in East Timor, at the Jesuit Railaco Mission. Fr Tom Renshaw celebrated all three Masses. After the 10.30am Mass, parishioners gathered in the forecourt for morning tea.

Thanks to your collective generosity, we’ll be sending more than $10,000 to Fr Bong in Railaco to support the humanitarian works of our sister parish.

Click here to see Photos from the Masses on the special weekend, and of parishioners enjoying morning tea in the forecourt after the 10.30 am Mass.

 

n the last week of June, I travelled to Timor-Leste to visit the Jesuit Railaco Mission.

I’ve written an extensive ‘report’ on his trip, going beyond sharing what’s going on with the Children’s Feeding Program, Mobile Medical Clinic, and Secondary School. My aim of this ‘report’ is to share more of the ‘back-story’ about conditions and life ‘on the front lines’ in Timor. I learned a lot from first-hand experiences in meeting many Jesuits and speaking to other volunteers.

The Vision of the Jesuits up there is to see a Timor-Leste Church and Nation that is grounded in faith and justice of the gospel, and where the humanisation of life especially youth, women and children is included. The works of the Jesuits and volunteers allow marginalised families to grow in community, opportunity, and hope.

Click here to read my story, ‘The First Letter of Michael to the Caniceians’. (Written with St Canice parishioners as the primary audience.)

Cover - 'First Letter of Michael to the Caniceians'.

 

 

 
 

A spot of sunshine for Ken, Pam, Edmundo and Michael in front of the Krujë castle, near Tirana in Albania and the centre of Skanderbeg's rebellion against the Ottoman Empire.

 
 

T

he links to all the albums from our recent trip are grouped in this one blog. This interim measure gives easy access to the photos and storylines for all 15 Google Albums. The stories are by and large personal experiences or items of interest learned through local conversations. Some other references are taken from reliable sources to provide historical context and sense of place.

To view, simply click on name of each destination listed below. Pam and Ken and Edmundo did not accompany me on the Italian long weekend in the Romagna Region.

If your time is limited, I suggest that you choose 1. Berat and Apolonia, Albania, 2. Sarajevo, Bosnia Day 1, and 3. Ravenna, Italy to give you the flavour of what we experienced.

Enjoy!

Michael, Pam, Ken, Edmundo.

 

Our little group outside the clock tower and 19th century Ethem Bey Mosque in Tirana

 

Easter Weekend in Lucerne

Tirana – Finally Albania

Kruja and Durres, Albania

Berat and Apolonia, Albania

Lake Ohrid, Macedonia

St Naum Monastery, Ohrid

Sarajevo, Bosnia – Day 1 Walking Tour

Sarajevo, Bosnia – Day 2

On the road from Sarajevo to Mostar

Herzegovina Experiences

Medjugorje, Herzegovinia

Farewell Balkans – Hello London

San Marino and San Leo

Ravenna

The Abbey of Pomposa

 

Above Sarajevo with our guide Dino and driver Amer

 

SPECTACULAR MOSAICS COVER WALLS AND CEILING IN ST VITALE BASILICA IN RAVENNA, ITALY .  .  .  .  In a lunette on the left wall are two scenes from the life of Abraham. On the left, his wife Sarah waits in the doorway as Abraham brings a calf to the three mysterious guests (seen by Christians as foreshadowing the Trinity), who sit at a table in the centre. On the right is his near-sacrifice of his son Isaac in obedience to God's will.  At the very top left is the Prophet Jeremiah while the right shows a beardless Moses ascending Mt. Sinai.  The presbytery vault is richly decorated with mosaics in green, blue and gold, with vine tendrils and small animals. Each of the four sections of the vault has a standing angel in a white robe, who together support a central medallion of the Lamb of God against the backdrop of a starry sky. (Captured with my iPhone 6S)

Humanitarian good works in East Timor

 

his humanitarian endeavor is a sustainable program that provides medical and nutritional care to impoverished people in remote mountainous areas of East Timor, who could otherwise not access other services.

 

Food for Kids . . .

Today, in Railaco East Timor, a small team of women, already mothers themselves, grow, buy and prepare nutritious food, before setting out in a 4WD, bumping over pot-holed roads in the mountains, to serve a nutritious meal to thirty grateful pre-school kids in three remote communities.

These poor kids have nothing and they rely on this meal for sustenance three times a week. A boiled egg and a glass of milk is only part of the nutritional meal they receive.

How the children eat on other days is something to think about.

 

 

Medicines for Mums . . .

Also in East Timor, Fr Bong, a Filipino doctor and Jesuit priest, runs mobile medical clinics in eleven remote communities serving poor people who live in the mountains outside the reach of local government services. They walk for miles to see the doctor. Two trained local assistants accompany ‘Bong’ in his battered old 4WD to receive the patients, and dispense medications.

 

 

Making a difference through quality Education . . .

There are more than three hundred students enrolled in the Railaco Secondary School in 2017. Twenty of the sixty-seven students who graduated in 2016 obtained entry to the National University of East Timor in 2017!

This academic achievement talks to the sustainability of the education programs that assist the poorest of the poor to do something not only for their own and their families futures, but for the nation in this still struggling, emerging neighbour country.

 

 

 

Who is behind all this?

At the heart of all this is the Jesuit Mission in Railaco. These ‘men and women of the Mission’ live the ideal that we hear of ever more frequently these days in the exhortations of Pope Francis.

“. . . it is unfathomable that there are so many hungry children, that there are so many children without an education, so many poor persons. Poverty today is a cry.” (Pope Francis)

 

Daily, unselfishly, these trusted men and women in Railaco carry out humanitarian works caring for the poorest of the poor, on our behalf.

 

I’ll deposit whatever amount you wish to send me into the Jesuit Mission Overseas Development Aid Fund ABN 47 915 006 050, and arrange for a tax-deductible receipt to be sent to you.

Bank: NAB Potts Point   BSB 082 048   Account # 85 902 6967 Name: L M Musgrave

 

 
 

N

ude Live at the Art Gallery of New South Wales is anything but ‘still life’.
 

I ponder what the first patrons of the Art Gallery of NSW when it opened in 1874 would have thought of 'Nude Live'

Still setting-up on Day 1 of Sydney Festival; no nudity - till I get inside the Art Gallery!

ancers twist, entangle and plunge; in the nude; unselfconscious, trusting and brave, emulating the extraordinary art and sculptures in the exhibition of ‘Nude: art from the Tate Collection’. 

The choreography for the hour-long ‘performance’ displays the creative talent of Sydney Dance Company’s Rafael Bonacela. The choice of music further deepens my involvement in the whole experience.

I was fortunate to be invited to the opening performance this evening – a wonderful collaboration between the Sydney Dance Company, the Art Gallery of NSW, and Sydney Festival. 

The initial voyeurism (inevitable), and the novel of nudity very quickly gives way to an appreciation of the dance. The closeness and audience involvement with the dancers in the informality of a gallery setting completes a spectacular triumvirate of exhilarating connectedness.

I know those of my friends who’d wish I had more of the ‘inside’ shots to illustrate this event more in the flesh, but you have to be content. I can’t go around photographing a person’s bottom or ‘dangly bits’, even in this day and age.

Members of the Sydney Dance Company at the Art Gallery of NSW

Enjoying a libation and 'party pies' with old friends after the show

This one minute video is but a teaser to the real ‘Nude Live’ experience.

NUDE LIVE – Trailer (Art Gallery of NSW, Sydney Festival & Sydney Dance Company) from Pedro Greig on Vimeo.

 

hree ‘drop-in’ events this on New Year’s Eve, all with marvellous views of Sydney’s now world-famous Fireworks extravaganza.

My first stop of the evening is just after nightfall. Thanks to Brad, I have an excellent vantage point. Australian Navy ships dock in Woolloomooloo Bay right below me and then there’s sweeping views over to the Sydney CBD, Bridge and Sydney Opera House.

With a glass of chilled white in my hand, I’m ready and waiting for the first NYE fireworks like all the other kiddies who’ll then go home to bed, sensibly.

Up above Jeff and Brad's old apartment in Victoria Street with excellent views over the bridge and opera house for the kiddies fireworks

The 9pm Kiddies Fireworks

 
 
riends Joy and Wrix live only two doors down the street. This drop-in affords me the added opportunity to meet Joy’s brother Michael and children visiting from New Zealand.

Wine in hand, my eye goes straight to the gyoza in Joy’s beautiful spread. Michael’s been busy making Japanese gyoza, and after tasting my first, I was wishing that I was staying for the yet-to-be-served home-made Malaysian chicken curry.

Joy and Wrix - first year in their new home for New Year's Eve fireworks

 
 
he final stop was at Pat and Vic’s (a friend of 52 years!) apartment in Ikon, also with commanding views for the midnight fireworks views of bridge and Opera House. 

You might imagine how ‘twixt and between I was at times this evening. Between Joy and brother Michael’s Malaysian catering – and Dr Pat’s mother’s Vietnamese cooking, I was spoiled for choice.

Hosts Pat and Vic with Sandy and Hyunju - I've been friends with Sandy and Vic from Queensland for 50+ years)

Brian and Alex, with Hyunju and Michael on the 'stairway to paradise' (at Vic and Pat's)

could easily forego fireworks but . . . it might be something to do with distance away from the action, and my camera not being good enough to capture the ‘perfect’ shot. I blame the graininess on iPhone, but gee how I use the camera on that handy little device to capture ‘moments’ all the time.
 
 

New Year’s Day Mass brings the chance to meet-up with Joy’s family from New Zealand again, and also with my nephew Bill and Mindy, and my soon to be seven grand nephew, Jude. See how they grow!

ill and Mindy hosted me to the delicious bacon and egg toasties at Pickled, but that doesn’t mean I got away scot-free. I think I ‘engaged’ the little boy not only by arranging for him to get a cold iced chocolate, but also promising to get him his first camera and show him how to use it. Silly uncle.

Joy's family with my nephew Bill and friend Shenagh as 'book-ends' to the happy group

Amazing what an iced chocolate can do to get a smile for the old uncle

 
 
 

 
 

busy month at home in Sydney entertaining and being entertained.

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ndrew knows how to throw a party and make good use of his garden. But how he manages to prepare the meal and seat all his guests has become something of a legend.

Threatening skies didn’t deter him from setting-up the lunch table in the garden, and those of us outside had sufficient pre-luncheon bubbles not to worry about the few sprinkles.

Andrew, Christopher and

 
 
ay and Robyn entertained on the back terrace overlooking the harbour with Robyn’s home-made hot savouries to accompany delicious chilled Mumm.
 
 
 
couple of days before Christmas I had the chance to catch up with Hyunju and Dave, sitting at an outside table at Apollo.
 

 
 

opolo in Rushcutter’s Bay is a traditional Italian Restaurant that’s going from strength to strength. My guests, Pam and Ken, Paul and Shenagh all agree.

Paul, Pam, Michael, Shenagh and Ken enjoy a Christmas Eve celebration - at Popolo

 
 
fter a lovely meal, we walked up the street to St Canice’s for an early Midnight Mass at 10pm. Gerhard had done an amazing job transforming the church into a Christmas wonderland. The major installation was an old lichen-encrusted crabapple from the Blue Mountains with candles hanging from its branches – surrounded by red poinsettia.
 

 
 
horts and a cool shirt were the order of the day for very casual Christmas Day lunch at the home of Wei and Ron with traditional roast turkey and glazed ham. Home by 6.30pm. Asleep by 6.35pm! A good day.

Dr Pat in his special Christmas tie with Michael and 'Matilda' the King George Spaniel

 
 
oast Pork was on the menu at my place on Boxing Day. I was standing for six hours straight preparing the vegetables and learning how to do the pork – thanks to Anne’s telephone instructions, it was excellent – flesh moist and crackling crisp!
 
 
y nephew Bill and Mindy enjoyed a night out with me at Cho Cho San – the babysitter was at home looking after Jude.

 
 

he Baptism of cousin Julie’s grand-daughter Olivia
 
 
t’s good to catch-up with friends visiting from Brisbane, Jude and Sophie.
 

 
 

am visiting the Gold Coast ‘spreading the love’ to mark the 50th wedding anniversary of my sister Anne and Trevor.

My younger sister Anne and Trevor celebrating their Golden Wedding Anniversary

 
 

We drove up to Brisbane from the Gold Coast to the home of big brother,Tony and Ruth. Younger brother Mark and Jenny joined us in a very relaxed family pre-Christmas get-together. And so, the four Musgrave siblings were together. Jenny brought along my favourite curried egg sandwiches.

4 Musgrave Siblings and Spouse - at Tony and Ruth's

 
 
Another pre-Christmas lunch, this time at Nobby Beach to share a plate of prawns with my nephew Mark, Chrissy and the girls.

Enjoying lunch al fresco on my sister Anne Schramm 's pool terrace on the Gold Coast. Nephew Mark Schramm and family came down from Brisbane to join us.

 
 
My visit also coincides with the 75th birthday of friend of 50 years, Alan, who came to dinner to share a few glasses of bubbly, and bowls of freshly-peeled prawns.

Prawns for dinner to celebrate the 75th birthday of friend of 50 years, Alan G

I’m not doing anything overtly festive this year but that doesn’t prevent me in the lead up to the ‘main event’ on Christmas Day from setting the scene to mark the festive season.

Gerhard was in yesterday with pots of poinsettia and herbs to give the balcony a touch of Christmas colour (and fresh basil for those summer tomatoes that I’m looking forward to).

Then over the bridge in an Uber to cousin Julie and Dennis’ to join friends for a pre-Christmas meal of Sydney rock oysters, and swordfish from the barbecue. Reminds me that I should go back to swordfish again and got search for my old mango and cucumber salsa recipe as the garnish.

A plaintive plea from 100-year-old Aunt Beth (via a one-finger, one-line email) telling of her craving for some easy to handle stone fruit had me busy pressing the new-season nectarines, plums and apricots at Harris Farm wondering which of the wide choice might be the sweeter, and ready-to-eat. My friend the Chookman, Ian, kindly walked around some little chicken sandwiches to compete the mini-Christmas lunch in Beth’s room.

A plaintive plea from 100-year-old Aunt Beth (via a one-finger, one-line email) telling of her craving for some easy to handle stone fruit had me busy pressing the new-season nectarines, plums and apricots at Harris Farm wondering which of the wide choice might be the sweeter, and ready-to-eat. My friend the Chookman, Ian, kindly walked around some little chicken sandwiches to compete the mini-Christmas lunch in Beth’s room.

The final Christmas touch for my apartment has always has been to retrieve the Lladro ‘Flight into Egypt’ porcelain from its box (that I’d bought years ago in New York with my late good friend, Joe Walsh), and set it up in pride of place, until Epiphany.

Merry Christmas!

usan and I worked together at Amex 65 Broadway in New York in 1975. That’s how far we go back!

The seven years since we all were all together at a Susan and Bill’s previous home on Miami Beach seems more like seven days. Tonight we share a meal, much laughter (and minimal Hillary/Trump differences of opinion) in their new home in Miami Shores – with the four Westies members of the family – Cupcake, Winston, Annabel and Muffin.

Edmundo, Tom, Susan, Peggy, Micky, Bill, Michael

efore coming to North Carolina this weekend, the only thought I had was for a chance to perhaps see some late Fall foliage. I wasn’t disappointed.

The crisp, clean, green of this place is an environment that I embrace – very much like those cold, blue sky days up in Connecticut in the years that I was living here in the US. (And so unlike the piercing cold of air conditioning inside buildings in Miami where I have to carry a coat.) I had a chance to see many beautiful homes set in the woods and on the lake as we drove around visiting artists in the home studios on the annual ‘Open Studio Tour’.

Friend Shaun at Duke University Chapel

The ‘southern drawl’ of so many you come across in the stores and restaurants gives North Carolina a special sense of place here within the US. I love it. At the same time, there’s many foreigners studying here or working in the faculties of the three main universities.

pproaching midnight on US Election night. All I want to do is go to bed and wake up and find this terrible dream is over. Stock market futures are already down 600 points.

The two Michaels experiencing somatic psychological stress as counting comes down to the line

y host Edmundo has had me ‘on the run’ here in Miami since I landed from Chile on Friday morning.

Finally I get to see Edmundo's extensive renovation of his new Coral Gables apartment

Welcome parties on ‘pre-election’ weekend could have been rather dangerous affairs. But I find that most of the guests, Republican or Democrat, have already cast their votes for . . . . . Hillary. “The devil you know” seems to have been the underlying sentiment.

Politics was verboten at the luncheon gathering at the Key Biscayne home of Tere Benach on Sunday, but Aperol Spritz cocktails loosened tongues. Thankfully, respectful and restrained conversation let me understand different points of view while thoroughly enjoying the ‘Arroz con Pollo’ (a delicious Cuban chicken and rice dish) that Tere had made especially in my honour.

Hostess Tere specially prepared Cuban Chicken and Rice with plantains in my honour

At a gathering of old friends at Edmundo’s home from our time at Lake Como , the case of Taittinger didn’t quite make it to the end of the evening, but a quick dash to the cellar to find more bubbly saved the night.

Edmundo, Mark, Jorge, Michael and Michael I

David, Anna and Regina more than kept up with the thirsty guests

dmundo has a new toy – little 2016 Chinese Red Fiat 500 Abarth. Out driving, he loves engaging the ‘Sports’ control button that makes such a terrible noise. Meanwhile I’m admiring the streets of ‘Mediterranean Revival’ Coral Gables with their shaded canopies of mature oaks, and the masses of bougainvillea and pink Bauhinia trees.

Edmundo's noisy little 2016 Chinese Red Fiat 500 Abarth

fter the long flight across the South Pacific to Chile, my first experience on the new Dreamliner of Latam, I’m glad to be met by Hyunju at the airport in Santiago.

more to come

Out for sightseeing, Hyunju and I stop for coffee

reaking the long flight from Europe to Australia in Shanghai for a change seems like a reasonable idea.

I’m staying on the 23rd floor of a brand-new hotel on the Bund with uninterrupted views out over the Huangpu River to the futuristic skyscrapers on the Pudong side. Fortunately, there is no smog and the skies are blue.

Futuristic skyscrapers on the Pudong side of the Huangpu River

On my first visit here in 1985 while I was living in Hong Kong, the whole area was marshes and rice paddies. The changes since then are incredible. Click here to read.

Grey Mao suits and simple clothing of Shanghai in the 80’s has been replaced by conspicuous consumption reflected in the latest Western fashions – clothes and hairstyles. Roads once clogged with bicycles, grey trucks bearing commune numbers, and a few cars are now log-jammed with late model vehicles.

Shanghai Airport on 1985 visit

The Middle Kingdom will rise again, as sure as the sun that beautifully back-lit the silhouetted skyscrapers outside my bedroom window this morning!

A Sunday afternoon stroll along the waterfront promenade gives me a good view of architectural relics along the Bund from Shanghai’s days as a treaty port.  I walk into the now restored Art Deco Peace Hotel looking for the old-timers jazz band, but I’ll need to come back later.

Thankfully, the local government has protected the heritage aspects of this precinct while private interests have restored the beautiful old buildings to their original glory.

A Sunday afternoon stroll along the river gives a good view of architectural relics along the Bund from Shanghai's days as a treaty port.

A taxi-ride away is the buzzing Xintiandi area, part of the old ‘French Concession’. Rather than razing a block of dilapidated shikumen (“stone gate homes”), here again, the Shanghai government (in cooperation with private interests) commissioned an American architect to redesign and renovate them. I went for a walk down memory lane and took an outside table at Wolfgang Puck’s for a good Aussie beef hamburger and a glass of beer to watch the world go by.

Restored shikumen (“stone gate homes”) in the Xintiandi area, part of the old ‘French Concession’

Using the hotel’s handy printed list of places to see in English and Mandarin, I hopped another taxi and went to

f only I could ‘bottle’ the team of Mama Marguerite, her daughter Isabella, and partner Marco, we’d have a veritable ‘living’ cookbook of the best recipes of regional food of Puglia.

The three of them rattle-up to our villa in their little car most nights lugging bags of fresh produce, and it’s through these lovely people, that we’re feeling truly integrated into Puglia . . . and connected to the earth around us.

One day this week, Marco and Isabella even went driving into the countryside to forage under old olive trees to collect a haul of special cardoncelli mushrooms to bake with fresh peppers and Italian sausages for us. (I have this dish on my ‘to do’ list.)

Isabella, Mama Marguerite and Marco - our wonderful chefs

The opportunity to have true locals cook in our own villa kitchen (at reasonable prices), and at such a high standard, is a priceless part of our Puglia experience. We discuss menu options daily (using google translate), and then they buy the fresh vongole or mussels, and all other fresh meat, produce, local sausage and cheeses.

The freshest of seafood - we repeated these sweet little black mussels cooked in their own juices on a couple of occasions

The table 'groans' with regional dishes every night - before we get down to the real business of dining

s the relationships develop we get first-hand experience of the true warmth, life challenges, and generosity of Pugliese people.

Michael Schramm RIP

ast night, the eleven of us in our extended Puglia family joined Anne and Trevor at a Feast Day Mass in the church in Locorotondo to commemorate the first anniversary of their son (and my nephew) Michael’s death last year.

Leaving the villa for the drive to Locorotondo

Fr Frank, my old Amex friend and now the parish priest of two parishes in West Berlin, concelebrated the sung Mass at which the local Fr Francesco offered special prayers for Michael and his family.

The church was full to overflowing. After the Mass a band struck up outside the church and led the local confraternity through colourfully illuminated arches in the narrow streets of this hilltop town – carrying the statue of their patron saint, Our Lady of Seven Sorrows (appropriately for us).

In remembering Michael, we harken back to a very comforting message from good friend Fr Steve Sinn SJ that Trevor and Anne truly appreciated at the time.

“Will always remember my time with you Michael.

Your dreams live on with me and I pray that you walk beside me and guide me.

Peace now my brother.

Procession through the streets after the Mass with the Statue of Our Lady of Seven Sorrows

The two Michaels

Our 2-week stay at Villa Trullo Pinnacolo in the countryside of Pugia was a series of welcomes, reunions, and surprises.  My sister Anne and Trevor and I were ‘in residence’ for the whole fortnight.  The first week revolved around Musgrave family, and in the second week my ‘extended’ family from different parts of the world, all of whom know each other, arrived.

Week 1 - arrival of siblings and cousins at villa Trullo Pinnacolo

Old friends prepare for driving to one of the nearby hill towns for lunch

One of many convivial meals with the Musgraves and Paul

Happy little 'vegemiters'

Frank welcomes the last of the arrivals - Edmundo and Naser

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