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Eco Home Among the Gum Trees
Outside, the summer sun beats down and it is already brutally hot
at 10 in the morning. Inside the earth-brick house, it is noticeably
cooler. Olive lays the table while I peruse the gallery of family
photographs on the pastel-painted walls. Chinese grandfather. Aboriginal
mother. English father. Latvian husband. Multiculturalism runs in the
family and in Olive’s very veins. She is a citizen of the world,
determined to preserve the world for the next generation.
“Australia is second only to the US for greed and wastefulness.
In many ways, modern Australian society is very ugly,” she says in a
tone of sorrow, not anger.
Olive has named her house after her late mother, Gloria Lee Ngale.
To give it its full name, it is the Gloria Lee Ngale Environmental
Learning Centre and students and helpers are welcome. They come from
around the world to absorb Olive’s subtle teaching, which often begins
with the contemplation of a humble water drum.
Olive’s mother and father, “Lofty” Purdy, an English
minerals prospector, raised four daughters on remote Territory mining
fields. They scraped a living from meagre yields of mica, wolfram and
gold. They lived in a bough shed and a tent. Water they obtained by
filling a 200-litre or 44-gallon drum at the nearest government borehead
and carting it home on the back of a store truck. It was these early
experiences of making do with next-to-nothing that inspired Olive to
honour her family’s legacy of desert survival through the eco house.
She shows one of the old drums to demonstrate her parents’ extreme
challenges with water conservation.
“Yes, we were poor, alright, but so was everybody else in the
Depression years,” she said. “My parents coped with the deprivations
and the hardships. There was no access to medical help, no shops, no
electricity, no phones, no bitumen roads. We did not own a vehicle. The
whole family bathed in the one lot of water. Mother then used it to grow
pumpkins and climbing beans up the bough shed walls for food and
shade.”
Olive recalls the struggle of growing up in rural poverty without
bitterness or regret, although the early years have taken their toll on
her health. She thinks that poor nutrition caused her to lose most of
the sight in one eye. She has diabetes and is less sprightly these days
due to the onset of arthritis. Nevertheless, she was pleased and proud
to show me around her place and to describe the design features that
enable her to conserve energy and resources and to reduce waste.
Earth building, using local materials, is a central tenet of
Olive’s “design for living” philosophy. Her house is made from
14,000 mud bricks, all from the rich, red earth beneath her.
“The advantages of earth building, as I saw it, are related to
cost and resource-use,” she said. “There is plenty of earth
available for bricks on-site so why spend money on cement that costs
three times what it does on the coast? And there’s the cost of
transport of the cement from the Alice Springs railhead, especially when
it’s going out to the remote Aboriginal communities, hundreds of
kilometres away.”
The result is a modest, east-west oriented bungalow of 135 square
metres that certainly does blend in well with the environment. Its
constantly shaded walls, under large, overhanging eaves, produce
dramatic cooling effects inside, where there is no air conditioning. The
house is positioned to catch the breezes and reduce the impact of the
sun.
Harnessed
properly, the sun, of course, is far from unwelcome at Olive’s place.
Solar energy fuels her modest array of household appliances and provides
hot water. Solar panels on the roof can produce and store 8.8 kilowatt
hours of electricity. Olive must look at the gauge on the laundry wall
to determine the extent of her daily energy use.
“If the gauge indicates low storage,” she said, “I probably
can’t watch the evening news on TV. My solar system has no diesel
backup, so what you see is what you get. I don’t wear whites (because
it takes more energy to wash them) and I never do any ironing.”
A shower at Olive’s house is strictly limited to three minutes.
Although she does receive the town water supply, her main source of H2O
is rainwater, falling inconsistently from the desert heavens and stored
in two enormous tanks.
Water “harvesting” and conservation is another mainstay of
her arid-zone living practice. Her 400-square-metre garden is marked by
channels and runnels, which direct rainwater to the most deserving
plants and trees. Citrus and mulberry trees flourish under the care of a
friend and volunteer gardener, Nick, who has also recently planted an
olive tree. With his help, Olive hopes to get much more out of her
garden. She remembers her mother’s efforts at food production on the
stony mining fields of the 1930s and, typically, applies her catch-all
philosophy to the management of her desert garden.
“From these plants that I tend with scarce water, I expect a
return in this order: food, shade, windbreaks, bush regeneration, ground
cover and dust suppression.”
Waste disposal also features highly on her green-living agenda. A
worm farm serves the dual purpose of organic waste-disposal and
compost-production. Non-organic waste is burnt and buried. She
incinerates, then buries, tin cans after she has crushed and flattened
them. Her property has no rubbish collection service, so the waste
materials, although few, are returned to the earth of Arrillhjere.
Now part of the Iwupataka Aboriginal Land Trust, Olive’s home
is at a former, popular picnic and camping spot that used to be called
Fenn Gap. Six years after she commenced her low-impact occupancy, Olive
is still picking up shards of broken glass from old beer bottles.
Whitefella picnics at Fenn Gap, it seems, were rarely dry affairs.
Seated comfortably at her dining room table, noticing the
thermometer showing the interior at about 10 degrees cooler than the
outside, we enjoy a cup of tea, brewed from town water. From one outside
tap, the water passes through an activator to remove impurities,
including calcium, before arriving in the kitchen in 10-litre
containers. Bringing in the water is a job that has fallen to Barry, the
other volunteer and housemate. He has found Arrillhjere to be a place of
personal refuge and his friend Olive restful and inspiring company.
Her forebears also trod lightly upon the earth, using its
resources wisely and well. Her Chinese grandfather, Ah Hong, ran a
market garden and informal boarding house on Gap Road in Alice Springs
after arriving in Australia from Macau in 1873. Her grandmother, Ranjika,
was a Western Arrernte woman. Their daughter, Gloria, Olive’s mother,
was born under a gum tree in 1908.
Olive, born in a tent in 1933, the second of four daughters for
Lofty and Gloria, remembers her early childhood on the barren mining
fields and later in Alice Springs as a boarder at Our Lady of the Sacred
Heart school. Her life was peopled by the legends of the Outback, one of
whom was her famous namesake, the anthropologist and Aboriginal rights
activist, Olive Pink. Although many thought her “fierce”, Olive
remembers Miss Pink as a polite and prim figure, wrapped in her
trademark white frock and shielding her skin with her pink parasol.
“As children, we would always be polite to Miss Pink,” said
Olive. “You gave her respect and it was returned. We were never in awe
of her, though.”
As a young woman, Olive was living and working in Sydney when the
first wave of European migrants arrived after the Second World War.
Nineteen-year-old Verners Veverbrants, from Latvia, was part of the
fresh new face of urban Australia and must have appealed to the young
woman from the heart of the country. Before long, Verners had obtained
her heart and she his Baltic name. Olive recalls that Sydney in the
early fifties was a heady and intoxicating place, mainly because of the
new ethnic mix.
“Living there gave me my first real taste of
multiculturalism,” she said. “I loved the languages and the food and
the intensity of the times, both socially and politically. It seemed
that we all got on together so well.”
During more than 30 years of marriage, Olive and Verners covered
a lot of territory. They raised two children, Lisa and Jon, and Olive
pursued many careers and personal interests. When Verners died in 1983,
Olive began to look more closely at the place that had sustained her
early life and nurtured her spiritual beginnings. Her thoughts turned
towards home and she returned to her mother’s country, west of Alice.
Olive was at Gloria’s side when the diminutive Aboriginal woman
returned to her spiritual keepers. For Olive, her plan to preserve her
mother’s heritage and spirit in mud-bricks and mortar became a
full-time occupation. The Gloria Lee Ngale Environmental Learning Centre
was rapidly taking shape.
From the mid 1990s, Olive used her own inspiration and tenacity
to get various arms of the bureaucracy to the drawing board and to
provide the support and funding to make her “sustainable arid-zone
living dream” a reality. Once the land trust property at Iwupataka
became available to her, through traditional ownership entitlements
granted to her mother, she set about making good her design for
low-impact living in the desert.
Her ideas caught the imagination of the renowned Alice-based
architect, Brendan Meney, with whom she discussed her design and
lifestyle requirements. She then obtained the support of the Centre for
Appropriate Technology (CAT), an Alice-based organization that develops
technologies for Indigenous people living in desert communities. She
made the CAT connection because she wanted Aboriginal people to be
involved in the building of her dream home.
The construction manager was Andrew Parnell. The Community
Development Employment Program (CDEP), the Arrernte Council and the
Tangentyere Council combined to provide an enthusiastic, young works
team. Many were first-time trainees and English was often not their
mother tongue.
After much planning, construction began in the summer of 1995.
Olive was on the site most days, ever the gentle and inspiring Earth
Mother. She probably had her hand, literally, in most of the 14,000
mud-earth bricks that went to make up her very special country
residence.
Of course, being the sort of person she is, she did not stop on
that day in June 1997 when David Curtis of the Aboriginal and Torres
Strait Islander Commission (ATSIC), which provided the funding, did the
honours by cutting the ribbon to declare the house open. It has been
“open house” ever since with visits by over 3,000 people from
“grey nomads” or retired travellers to parties of school children.
We walked out to a
bough shelter and campfire area, ringed by mature ironwood trees, where
she brings the bigger groups, many of them Indigenous people, to absorb
the quiet and the lessons of her philosophy. She has lately put another
brilliant idea into practise – she and her volunteers have constructed
an amphitheatre from recycled car tyres, arranged in ascending rows and
secured by packed earth. You won’t find her at the top, though,
lecturing people about the necessity to go easy on Mother Earth. Olive
has always had her feet on the ground. Her philosophical grounding is
respect for the earth, for the wisdom and endurance of her people and
for self.
“As an Indigenous woman, who has (lived and worked) in an
arid-zone, sustainable, earth-built house for the past six years, I feel
that I have personally addressed many issues,” she said.
“Seventy-five per cent of inland Australia is low-rainfall, arid land
but, until recent times, architecture and other lifestyle factors have
always favoured the Australian coastline, where the majority of the
people live. By building my home and making my lifestyle accessible to
others, I hope eventually to influence a wider population, both
Indigenous and non-Indigenous, who live in remote Australia.”
As I take my leave, I see Olive, bending to the red earth of her
country, retrieving more broken glass, the legacy of the white man’s
dreaming that so recently exerted its moral and physical domination over
this land of the Western Arrernte. About ten black cockatoos, a red band
across their splayed tail-feathers a vivid slash of colour, ascend to
the scrawny branches of an ironwood in a cloud of rusty screeches. I
interpret this as a most prophetic sign, knowing that the black cockatoo
is an important totemic creature for the Western Arrernte people.
In the years to come, the black cockatoos will hold their noisy,
tree-top corroborees and there won’t be any more broken glass to sift
from this ancient earth. The young people will sit in the shade of
mature mulberry trees to absorb more of Olive’s brand of gentle
inspiration and desert knowledge. These will be just some of the fruits
of Olive’s labour.
Technical
Data The house has an enclosed floor area of 135 square metres and an overall roof area of 252 square metres, 1.86 times the floor area. The various technologies and arid-zone features include earth construction, rainwater harvesting, careful handling of wastes and careful use of energy-consuming appliances. The renewable energy features include a solar electric system, without diesel backup, which is connected to a battery bank and control systems. There is a wood-fired booster for the solar hot water system and for cooking on a combustion stove in winter. The only energy purchased is bottled gas for the stove. The solar electric system consists of eight Neste 120W crystalline panels plus four Sharp 175 W monocrystalline panels mounted on the roof at 24 degrees. The system is connected to a bank of 6x4 Volt Century lead acid batteries, with a Trace C60 regulator and a Selectronic 2.2 kW sinewave inverter. The array produces up to 8.8 kWh/day. The cost of materials, equipment and some labour was AU$ 142,000, not including the subsidised training programmes. The house has minimal running costs by Australian remote-area standards. Fenn Gap Clear
blue sky outside my window As
far as the eye can see West
MacDonnell Ranges reaching to Mbantua By
night The
Southern Cross lies low over Fenn Gap The
Milky Way dissects the night above The
flies have gone A
few mosquitoes linger on While the geckoes gather on the window panes
At
night During
winter the air is crisply cold And
the night sky is aglow with myriad diamonds Never
revealed like this in city skies At
Full Moon A
yellow warmth teases the range skyline We
watch in wonder Till
a golden orb presents above the range It
slowly ascends into the heavens Soon
the earth is bathed in light We
see almost like daylight But
it’s a silvery world ©
Olive
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