I HAD close to 100 amateur bouts during my time in the squared ring, and I was never knocked out – but Robert Cleveland’s letter to the editor (Noosa Today, 13 November) took the wind right out of me.
He’s a bloke who apparently comes from America and wants the world to stop so he can enjoy life.
He reckons “none of these festivals, shopping or restaurants had anything to do with him moving to live here”.
Bob also suggests the council should try to designate a weekend or maybe a week where Noosa was like it used to be.
I don’t think Mr Cleveland likes events, saying things he would not like to see – Noosa Triathlons, Noosa Surf Festivals, Noosa Food Festivals and Noosa Wine Festivals.
He goes on to say he is not a local, because he is not Aboriginal.
Then he describes himself from then Native American Lakota tribe, who came here for what Noosa was.
He doesn’t say if he is married, I hate to think how stressed she would be, having to do everything like it was.
As a born and bred local, its disappoints me that people like Robert don’t understand that if they hadn’t came here in the first place, we wouldn’t be having this discussion.
Mate, the world isn’t going to stand still just because you can’t keep up.
And what an insult to all the organisers, volunteers, sponsors, helpers, schools, and everyone else who has given their time and effort in helping make Noosa a great place to live.
Most of the events named are all here because locals thought it was about time our area had something similar, rather than having to drive to Brisbane.
All of the sporting events have also given locals the chance to compete against some of the world’s best without leaving home.
These events have also forced the council and State Government to invest in the necessary infrastructure, which probably would not have happened without the events.
You ask, why people want to change a little piece of paradise.
Hayden Kenny always describes Noosa as Noosa BC or Noosa today.
The BC stands for before crowds, when surfers caught whatever wave they wanted and when they wanted.
When a packed day at the National Park was 10 surfers and you could get a car park in town anywhere you wanted.
All that was needed was wax, towel, sunblock and sandwiches for lunch.
I have photos of my mother standing on the deck of our Beach House Guest House in Hastings Street, with not one person in the background.
That photo was 1954, I have 1955 photos of my grandmother’s boarding house where the new council’s Tewantin chambers are situated, again no-one in the background.
I could go on Robert, but I – like most people – realise that things change, sometimes maybe not for the good but it’s easier to get on board and offer support, that way maybe you can be part of the process.
If you want to chat, I am usually sitting with Hey Bill on the beach Saturday mornings.
Until next time.
