Saturday, 2 June 2012

A few comments on John Meredith by Chris Woodland




Talks from BMC's 2012 National Folk Festival Themed Workshop on BMC's First 10 years.

I have called this short talk on this larger than life man A Few Comments on John Meredith because in the allocated time that is all we can do. The National Library of Australia in conjunction with Gay Scott has already produced the book John Meredith – a Tribute, and the full story of John Meredith will appear sometime in the not-too-distant-future, we hope, written by Keith McKenry.

For now I will just contribute a diverse array of memories of Merro, as he came to be endearingly known.

He was born and died in Holbrook, NSW. His father died when John was quite young. His father had been a violent man when drunk and treated Merro brutally.

As we are aware he became known, in his time, as the greatest collector of Australian folk songs and music; without him, and a few others, a whole tradition would have been lost.

 Merro with the original Lagerphone made by his brother Claude (Rob Willis photo)

He was also an author of about twenty books, was a poet and reciter, musician and singer.

 Merro playing Pop Craythorne’s accordion (Rob Willis photo)

He was good with children. He enlightened and entertained them in an easy but mature manner, treating them as sensible human beings.


adults - Chris, Mero, Tom  Pahuto, children - Jack, Dan & Abbie Barton
in Salt Lake kitchen with yellowbelly caught by Merro & Chris in
Numbardie Tank, June 1993. (Chris Woodland collection)

He was more than a collector. He was, among many things, a knowledgeable man of many cultures, varieties of music and literature. In my collection I have six books he produced of Japanese Haikus.

 Merro launching his book on Frank the Poet (Bob Bolton photo)

His weekend home near Balmoral Village - later to be his residence after retirement - he called Walden, after Henry David Thoreau's book of the same name. Thoreau's publication introduced the idea of passive resistance to oppose aggressive regimes, and was eventually taken up by the likes of Mahatma Ghandi. Mainly the book described Thoreau's experiences in sustainability on his farm called Walden. Merro was greatly impressed by the publication.

He also had a wonderful knowledge of botany and horticulture, collecting seeds and cutting from far and wide over the years – a rose cutting from an Araluen graveyard in the mid '60s, seeds of the western Kurrajong at Mt Gunderbooka, south-west of Bourke, in the early '90s, and some self-sown Silky Oak seedlings a few short months before he died. Two of those western Kurrajong seedlings grew into proud trees at the Wirrimbirra Native Nursery near his home at Thirlmere, where he moved after leaving Walden. One of those little Silky Oak seedlings is now called the Merro Tree and stands about forty feet high in view from my office. (That is 12.2 metres for the unknowing in our midst.)

Even in his younger days his understanding of chemistry was to a level where he was permitted to produce prescriptions when the Holbrook pharmacist went on holidays. Related to his knowledge of chemistry led to an understanding of which toadstools to eat. Eventually he became very ill following a tasting of a variety of said fungus; so he was human after all! (He made a mistake, but survived.) He never again dabbled with toadstools after that.

He had collected all these songs relating to the shearing industry, but did not work in a shearing shed until he was 73 years of age; that was in 1993 on our way back from Cooper Creek when I took him to a station from my past in the Paroo River area of outback north-west NSW.

 
Tom Pahuto shearing with Merro rouseabouting at Salt Lake Shed, June 1993.
Tom, a Maori from NZ, was living in Hamilton Victoria at the time.
(Chris Woodland photo)
As several of us can testify (Rob Willis and Peter Ellis particularly; possibly Kevin Bradley) Merro was a great travelling companion. He was a good cook and when he and I really went bush he would produce a variety of flavoursome meals from the yellowbelly, kangaroo, rabbits and goats that I would hunt. Yes, he was wonderful company when on the road. Almost perfect, but for one negative attribute – his snoring was unbelievably loud! He would wake fresh in the mornings, while his fellow traveller would have suffered a fitful night.



Merro & Woody's camp at Cooper Creek about 400 yards from the Dig Tree,
18th June 1993. The Cooper is just behind Merro & the coolabah trees. He had
lost his fly veil & the flies annoyed him greatly, so he wore coolabah leaves
on twigs around his hat to deter them! The previous evening we had
celebrated Lawson's birthday on the banks of the Cooper with some
music & a bottle of red. (Chris Woodland photo)

 He made many friends. He would also doggedly and, often unreasonably, refuse to tolerate some people. I learnt not to mention some names, Tim Flannery and Ben Chifley among them.

A young Merro standing toe to toe on Sydney trains arguing ideology to hostile commuters as he attempted to sell the Tribune - a weekly communist publication - demonstrated his dedication to the cause in those earlier days. In later life he claimed he was a Buddhist and was very popular with the Chinese in Thirlmere, at least. It surprised me when he, as a very cultured man, refused to use chopsticks. When I queried this he said, ’Well, you don't knit with forks!” He had many sayings like that.

  Merro at Thirlmere (Chris Woodland photo)

John Meredith, Merro, was also an ornithologist, a thespian, photographer, confidant, colleague, correspondent and collaborator. He was a mentor, mate and much, much more; and we still miss him.


Merro & Chris at National Library, 1993 (Chris Woodland collection)



Merro's wake (Bob Bolton collection)

Chris Woodland for the Bush Music Club production at the National Folk Festival, Easter 2012.

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