tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57537730860420548452024-03-13T13:29:30.541-07:00Wirreandah WanderingSnippets, snaps and family stories from the pastJofeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.comBlogger211125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753773086042054845.post-75181296354170872442020-01-06T04:41:00.003-08:002020-01-06T21:20:40.618-08:00Safe Home<br />
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Sepia Saturday #501: Safe Home<br />
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I’ve missed the call for Sepia Saturday #500 and am even a little late for a contribution to #501, but nevertheless I hope you won’t mind if I repost a blog I wrote 6 years ago at the end of 2013, the year I started to contribute to Sepia Saturday.<br />
Here’s the link, entitled <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com/2013/12/happy-holidays-safe-home.html">Happy Holidays, Safe Home</a>. The main part of the blog concerned the Blue Mountains, an area in New South Wales that is popular with holidaymakers due in particular to its spectacular scenery and challenging bushwalks, The other relevance of the post was that it referred to our wedding which took place on 5 January 1974, and we have just been celebrating our 46th anniversary.<br />
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I imagine that other Sepians will have heard about the disastrous bushfires in many parts of Australia that have tragically affected so many residents and visitors, whether in their home towns or on holiday. The Blue Mountains, the South coast of New South Wales and the East Gippsland area of Victoria are all popular holiday places that have have suffered in the horrifying infernos that have raged out of control for many days this summer, and the threat to them is not over yet. Lives have been lost, wildlife and stock have been killed and thousands of homes and properties destroyed. For many holidaymakers, getting safely home has been an enormous challenge, and so devastating for those residents who no longer have a home to go to.<br />
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We own a holiday unit north of Sydney in the small beachside township of Hawks Nest. I have mentioned it in other earlier blogs. Fortunately that area has not been threatened by fire this summer, but it was very smokey when we were up there before Christmas, as a result of fires slightly further north, and much of our drive home from Hawks Nest down to Melbourne was heavily smoke affected. The smoke situation must be very much worse now.<br />
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Like many Australians, I really wonder what the future holds, and glib political platitudes certainly don't provide us with any solutions. Perhaps it's time to re-think the annual Christmas holiday by the beach, but for now I can only wish all holidaymakers a safe trip home, help for all those who so badly need it, and for everywhere else, smoke-free skies and lots of very much needed rain!<br />
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<b>A Study in Concentration 2</b><br />
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I haven’t blogged for close to 18 months now, sad to say, and have definitely got out of the habit of contributing regularly, mainly because I found I was lacking inspiration and also running out of photos in my family collection that I hadn’t already included in previous contributions. I was also having a few problems with blogger.com. I was texting with Marilyn B aka Little Nell today however and then just happened to check the SS page today and thought of a good match for the topic photo that I could add. Like most of my photos, it has been shown before, but that was back in 2014, so I don’t imagine anyone would remember it. I have used the same heading for an earlier blog too, hence the 2, but at least it was not for the same photo.<br />
My father Ian Cruickshank would have been around 40 or 41 at the time it was taken. Dad had discovered and chemically identified the phytoalexin which he named Pisatin in 1962. It was his main claim to fame in the scientific world. Pisatin was important in relation to the study of plant diseases, which was his area of research for almost 40 years of his working life. I remember he would be off to the lab at all hours of the night to check on his pea experiments. He passed away in 2000, and now his granddaughter/my eldest is turning 40 early next year. Hard to believe!<br />
Dad now has 9 great grandchildren, and no doubt would be pleased to know that youngest of them is his namesake, little Michael Ian, who is just 8 weeks old.<br />
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Here's Ian with Michael Ian's mother in 1987.</div>
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Anyway, hello to my old Sepia Saturday friends, who unlike me have not stopped blogging. You can find their contributions to this week’s topic here at <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2019/11/sepia-saturday-498-saturday-30-november.html">Sepia Saturday 498</a>.<br />
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The Sepia Saturday image above was taken at Bridlington in East Yorkshire in 1922 and shows a couple in their deckchairs on the beach. Something ressembling a towelling coat is draped over one of the chairs although it seems unlikely that the occupant of the chair has been swimming or is about to do so. As often is the case with English beaches, the water is nowhere to be seen, and the tide was very likely a long way out, a phenomenon that generally does not occur on Australian beaches, or at least not in the Southern states.<br />
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My first photo below was taken on thed beach at Malua Bay in January 1991 and shows a lineup of cousins, namely the eight grandchildren of Bob and Mary Featherston. My husband and the father of four of the children can also be seen in the photo, and I think Bob Featherston appears in another shot with the children that I don't seem to have. The children, their parents and grandparents were all staying in or around the family beach house at Malua for a few days after Christmas. I've posted before about the beach house and if you click <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com/2017/12/gone-fishing.html?m=1">here</a> you can see that it is not very big!<br />
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I think this was possibly the only time that we were all at Malua together, and there have not been very many occasions since then when all the cousins have gathered, other than very occasionally at Christmas when they were still young. Now two of the eight<span style="text-align: left;"> live with their families in London and the others are scattered around Australia. Seven attended at a wedding of the cousin on the far right two years ago. Their grandfather Bob passed away just over a year after the beach lineup photos were taken, and I believe the photo with him is one of his wife Mary's favourites. I don't know what the grey square in the middle of the photo is, but perhaps it was an indication on the pre-digital film that the end of the roll had been reached.</span></div>
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Above is the father of 4 reading on the beach in January 2017, at Winda Woppa on the mid-north coast of New South Wales. We were enjoying the peace and quite after a hectic visit by our English grandchildren, whose mother is in the pink and white polka dot costume in the photo above, You may think this photo is cousin-free, but in fact the book he is reading was written by his American 4th cousin Clayton Swisher. Clayton whom we had recently met lives in Doha and works for Al Jazeera English and the title of his book is The Truth about Camp David. It's an interesting read.</div>
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My third photo is perhaps the most similar to the Sepia Saturday prompt, and was taken at Lyme Regis, in Dorset in September last year. At least you can see the water here, but although it looks sunny it was windy and inclined to showers whenever the sun disappeared behind the clouds. While the couple in the deck chairs here are sunning themselves with their eyes shut, we were wearing our coats! It all depends what you are used to, I guess.<br />
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It's winter here in Australia and the weather is not very beachy, but last weekend at my favourite Hawks Nest beach I still managed to catch some nice views and even caught a rainbow in the early morning.<br />
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For more beach reflections check out <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/2018/06/sepia-saturday-422-9th-june-2018.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #422</a><br />
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Lately I seem to have become a rather infrequent contributor to Sepia Saturday, partly because I've been busy doing other things and partly because a number of recent photographic subjects seem to have been covered previously and my source of old family photos that I haven't already used in blogs is sadly coming to an end. This week however I’m posting for the first time in few weeks. I've called it Beside the Seaside # 2 because I have posted on the topic before, as you can see <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2013/11/oh-i-do-like-to-be-beside-seaside.html">here.</a> </div>
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Here in Australia we don't generally associate donkeys or side show alleys with beaches. Our beaches are simply places where people go to enjoy the surf, sun and sand, but one possible exception to this general rule here in Melbourne is Luna Park in the bayside suburb of St Kilda. I<span style="text-align: center;">t's not quite on the beach like the one pictured in the prompt, but is only only a short stroll away, and has been operating almost continuously since 1912, which makes it the world's oldest roller coaster still running. Both the Face of Luna Park and its Scenic Railway are heritage listed. Here is a Youtube clip which gives you an armchair virtual ride, plus good views of Port Phillip Bay and surrounds. We go to St Kilda and nearby beaches year round, although often it is just to walk rather than swim, and have often walked past and occasionally through the Luna Park grounds. I’ve never been inclined to ride the Scenic Railway myself but am always amazed how the brakeman standing between the two cars looks to be barely holding on. If he or she were to somehow lose control it would not be good! Apparently there are only three rollers coasters worldwide where brakemen like this are still required.</span><br />
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I'm sure I must have some of my own photos of the Luna Park Face, but I can't locate them right now, so instead here are several models of this Melbourne icon, one made in Lego, one in sand and one in gingerbread, made by some very clever people. I just took the photos.<br />
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Back in December 1992 we caught a ferry from The Netherlands across to the UK and the children had their first experience of seaside piers on both sides of the Channel. The weather in Schveningen was bleak, damp and cold and there were very few people about. The sign on the tower says OPEN but I'm pretty sure it was not. Here are a couple of family photos of that visit.<br />
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A few days later, about a week before Xmas, it was a much brighter day in Brighton England, but again seagulls were our main companions on the Brighton Pier. No doubt it is bustling with both tourists and locals at this time of year, but it's not my kind of fun.<br />
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I much prefer my beaches and piers to be unadulterated with such attractions, so I'll finish with a photo of my favourite beach at Hawks Nest New South Wales, where we are lucky enough to have owned a holiday unit for the last twenty years now, We don't manage to get up there very often but when we do it's always a relaxing break, summer or winter. In fact we will be up there for a couple of days next weekend. Looking forward to it!<br />
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This week's Sepia Saturday prompt reminds me of the old song about Molly Malone, who "wheeled her wheelbarrow, through streets broad and narrow, crying cockles and mussels, alive alive O! " Other Sepians may very well have already referred to this, and I really don't have anything comparable, but I did find a few wheelbarrows wandering through family albums old and new.<br />
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This first photo shows my brother and sister in the garden in the early 1960s. It looks like that's a load of leaves that my sister is perching on. Our Dad was a very keen gardener.</div>
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Fast forward about twenty years and above you see our older son on Christmas Day with the wheel barrow and a load of other gifts he had received for Christmas. In the next photo he's trying it out in the garden with his Dad.</div>
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It's still popular a bit later, although again there's nothing actually in it. It was made of solid pine and I wish we still had it for visiting grandchildren, but of course you can't keep everything.</div>
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Below are our English grandchildren recently with their Dad's wheelbarrow, supposedly looking for worms, but it was at Easter time and I think an egg hunt may have also been happening in the back garden at the time.</div>
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And where do old wheelbarrows go when they are retired? They still have their uses, as you can see below.<br />
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The Sepia Saturday prompt this week features umbrellas, children, a policeman and a dark night. It's still quite warm and summery here in Aus, with 33° C expected today and we haven't had any significant rain for several weeks. This is really the only photo I can think of that fits the bill, vaguely at least. Our son Kim who was then aged about 12 was showing off his unicycling skills in our driveway, back in the mid 1990s, and wrote this sweet poem to go with this photo that I took of him. I had developed it myself after converting our windowless internal ensuite into a makeshift darkroom. I eventually stopped using the ensuite for developing, but the chemical odours lingered for a long time afterwards and must have mystified the buyers of the house some years later.</div>
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He's not much inclined to unicycle some 20 years later, but no doubt he still can. After all it's just like riding a bike, I believe! One of the children's old unicyles is rusting away in our shed while another is kept up at our beach house and our teacher daughter occasionally gives her young school students a demonstration.<br />
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My father-in-law Robert Featherston passed away on 16 February 1992 and my own father Ian Cruickshank died eight years and one day later, on 17 February 2000. Coincidentally my father was eight years younger than my father-in-law, so Bob was 74, Dad was 75 years old when they died. It's quite a long time ago and not something I often think about, but there it is. I've blogged about both of them numerous times previously, <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2017/09/happy-fathers-day.html?m=0">here</a>, <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2017/01/have-camera-will-travel.html?m=0">here</a> and <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2016/08/happy-birthday-dad.html?m=0">here</a> in relation to my Dad, and <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2016/01/im-rather-late-for-sepia-saturday-311.html?m=0">here</a>, <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/a-variety-of-sports.html?m=0">here</a> and <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2013/11/swimmers-with-arms-folded.html?m=1">here</a> in relation to Bob for example, so I'm not going to do any more than post a couple more photos of them that are vaguely on theme with our Sepia Saturday prompt photo this week, which shows a number of young swimmers standing on or hanging off a diving tower at a Brisbane pool.<br />
There is a similar tower at the Eastern Beach swimming enclosure at Geelong, which also features in my last link, entitled Swimmers with Arms Folded. I don't have many photos of either Bob or Ian clad in their swimming costumes, other than the one of Bob in that post, but here he is relaxing in a river somewhere in 1947.<br />
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And here is my tall slim Dad strolling along a sandy beach in the 1960s:<br />
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Now here are a couple of family snaps of children pretending to be on diving towers, which seems to have been a popular thing to do in our back yard when the paddling pool came out on a warm summer's day. I'm standing with a friend in the first photo and then apparently defying gravity in a tussle with my brother in the second one.<br />
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And one more of my brother and sister up a different kind of ladder, the slippery dip at our local playground. Hopefully they did not try to jump off! This was in Canberra in the 1960s. Now we live in Victoria, where slippery dips are rather less imaginatively known as slides, but I'm doing my best to teach my grandchildren the 'correct' term.😀<br />
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For more blogs possibly featuring towers ladders, swimmers and related subjects, please visit <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2018/02/sepia-saturday-406-17-february-2018.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #406.</a>Jofeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753773086042054845.post-53739039439732548412018-02-10T22:29:00.001-08:002018-02-11T12:43:47.824-08:00Under the Jacaranda<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I was just looking at the prompt photo again and the fact that it is in a garden and comes from Queensland suddenly brought to mind this oil painting that I loved seeing last year when I visited the Art Gallery of Queensland in Brisbane. It was painted in 1903 by English immigrant R. Godfrey Rivers and depicts the painter and his wife Selina being served an elegant afternoon tea under a spectacular jacaranda tree in full bloom. They may well have been acquainted with John Nicholson and his wife Anna, as they lived in the same city around a similar time period. According to a former curator of the Brisbane Botanic Gardens, this tree was planted there in 1864 and was the first jacaranda to be grown in Australia, from seeds obtained from a visiting South American sea captain. Click <a href="http://mobile.abc.net.au/news/2017-10-31/why-brisbane-not-grafton-is-the-jacaranda-capital/9103110">here</a> for more information about the history of this tree. It was blown down by a storm in the 1980s but many jacaranda trees in the Brisbane region have been grown from cuttings and seeds originally taken from it. </div>
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Jacaranda season in Australia runs from October to December, depending on the location. They are not as prolific down here in Melbourne as they are in Sydney and cities and towns further north, but I took this photo locally in December last year. Purple has always been my favourite colour! There's an Australian magpie enjoying it too.<br />
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Happy Valentine's Day!Jofeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753773086042054845.post-61966855154488745122018-02-10T02:39:00.001-08:002018-04-16T13:16:36.301-07:00Friends for life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don't have anything similar really, but I do quite like this snap of my mother Jean and her good friend Colleen sitting together in front of the fireplace. Jean is knitting and Colleen is also doing some sort of handwork, perhaps sewing. They were both aged about 20. The photo is rather out of focus, possibly because whoever took it didn't have flash on their camera, but that doesn't detract from the relaxed and companiable atmosphere that is shown to exist between these two ladies, and nor did it deter Jean from including it in her album.</div>
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Colleen and Jean met as college students in Auckland New Zealand in the 1940s and remained friends for the rest of their lives, despite Jean subsequently moving to Australia. They both married and had three children. Coincidentally both ladies died in 2014 within a few months of one another, aged 87. </div>
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When I looked at the prompt photo for Sepia Saturday this week I initially thought the dark shapes were nuns walking amongst the graves, but then realised they were trees. It looks like a small, neat cemetery layout, unlike many that I've visited in the past, while searching for graves of family members. Often those searches have proved futile, with the person apparently having no headstone, just an unmarked grave that I may or may not have managed to pinpoint somewhere. </div>
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Karori Cemetery in the hills of Wellington NZ is large, covering over 40 hectares and being the last resting place of more than 83000 souls. I went there by bus and am not sure now whether or not I was able to ask directions at the office but I had a grave location and map and surprisingly enough was able to discover the family plot for my Byles great grandparents Mary Ann and Thomas Alfred Byles and their oldest daughter Ellen Mary, known as Nellie or Nell. Nellie died first aged only 29, and according to my aunt this was because she was broken hearted after her fiance was killed in WW1. Her mother Mary died 3 years later aged 54. Thomas survived his wife Mary by 27 years and is buried here with them.</div>
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The photo above from the National Library of NZ shows people laying wreaths on ANZAC Day, 25 April 1921, less than a year after Nell died.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've posted about Thomas Byles before, for example <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2013/11/oh-i-do-like-to-be-beside-seaside.html">here</a>, in relation to the fact that I haven't yet been able to discover any documentary evidence to prove or disprove the family story that he arrived in New Zealand after having been discovered to be a stowaway in the late 1870s, but f</span><span style="font-size: small; text-align: left;">inding the Byles family plot was certainly a lot better than discovering during the same trip that his wife Mary's grandmother, Jane Key nee Berry, had been buried in the Bolton Street Cemetery in Wellington but that her remains had been dug up to make way for a motorway and the remains deposited in a common grave, together with over 3000 others. At least her name is recorded here. </span></div>
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For more blogs on this week's prompt, go to <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2018/01/sepia-saturday-402-20th-january-2018.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #402</a><br />
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The Sepia Saturday prompt above is for the Christmas and New Year period, and features Christmas Greetings from Loon Lake Lodge. Where this was I'm not sure, as there seem to be many different Loon Lakes in both Canada and the United States, although the options would seem to be considerably less if restricted to North American resorts that enjoy mild weather over Christmas. That's not particularly important however, it's the greeting from the people in the wheel that counts.</div>
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Today I received a Christmas present of sorts. It is a digital copy of a family photograph that includes some wheels, very kindly sent to me from New Zealand by my cousin Elizabeth. It appears to be a souvenir of a family visit to the NZ & South Seas Exhibition, which was held in Dunedin NZ from November 1925 until May 1926. Shown in the picture are my grandmother Mona Morrison, her first two children Ken aged 2 and Pat aged 4, and Mona's sister Ruby, who lived with her husband William Berry and family in Dunedin. </div>
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Pasted on the back of the photograph is a delightful drawing and identifying caption that must have been added by one or more of Ruby's children. Her daughter Ruth would have been about 10 at that time, so perhaps it was she who added the caption to the drawing by either Doug or Jack, her brothers, who would have been 8 and 5 respectively. My second cousin Elizabeth is one of Ruth's daughters and she discovered the photograph amongst her mother's memorabilia. She and I met once when we were children. Mona's daughter Pat was born in Dunedin, but by 1925-26 the Morrison family had moved to Christchurch, so Mona and the children must have gone on a visit back to Dunedin to see Ruby and family. </div>
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I looked on the website of the Alexander Turnbull Library in Wellington NZ and found the following record of a photograph held in its collection. From the description it sounds very like the photo above, but I had to submit a request for digital access as it was not immediately available online and I couldn't visit the library to view it in person. Hopefully I will receive access to it soon and can check whether or not I am right. I imagine there would have been thousands of similar souvenir photographs taken.</div>
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The photograph above appeared on the Paperspast web site in a Supplement to the NZ Herald, 27 March 1926. Perhaps Mona, Ruby and children were among these or similar thronging crowds, and might even have purchased a souvenir handkerchief or two like the one shown below, but most likely they were satisfied with the dirigible photograph as a souvenir of their visit. Thanks so much for sending it, Elizabeth!</div>
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We had our granddaughter Lucy together with her parents, aunty and uncles here last weekend for an early Xmas celebration and tomorrow we are wheeling our way north to our unit at the beach north of Sydney, where we hope to enjoy a relaxing break. Mona, Ruby, Pat and Ken would no doubt join me in wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and a safe, happy and healthy 2018. For Christmas messages from other Sepians, just click <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/12/sepia-saturday-399-23-30-december-2017.html?m=1">here</a>.</div>
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Postscript, 16 January 2018:<br />
I have just received a copy of the corresponding dirigible photograph held by the Alexander Turnbull Library, the details of which are recorded above..As I suspected, it is the same thing, apart from being hand coloured and having a different number, (H 15 instead of F 11), and of course, showing different people. I wonder how many more of these souvenir photographs are out there, hidden away in albums or boxes of family memorabilia?<br />
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Above is my late father-in-law Bob Featherston standing beside the tent and proudly displaying his catch. I believe this was taken near Cowes on Phillip Island Victoria in May 1948. It comes from a collection of negatives saved by Bob, although I imagine that this particular shot must have been taken by his wife Mary. Bob enjoyed fishing in later life also and would head down to fish on the beach in the early hours at Malua Bay on the NSW South Coast, where he and Mary had built a simple beach house in the early 1960s. I sometimes joined the family there on weekends in the 1970s (see next photo) and I think I remember Bob returning with a fish or two, but there was also the old joke about going fishing and coming back with fish and chips.</div>
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Above are a couple of shorts-clad would-be surfers, standing in front of the Malua beach house in about 1972, and below is a painting of the house by an unknown artist that was observed on display in a local South Coast gallery. It must have been one of the first places built at Malua. In those days the facilities consisted of a temporary tent with a can inside, the contents of which had to be emptied and buried at the end of the weekend, but the luxury of an internal sewered bathroom was added in later years, which was a relief! Mary is now 92 and still quite regularly catches the bus for the 3 hour trip from her home in Canberra to Malua Bay to check up on and clean the house.<br />
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Bob's children and grandchildren do not appear to have inherited his enthusiasm for fishing, but we still have a holiday unit at Hawks Nest on the NSW coast about 2 hours' drive north of Sydney, and the rods and lines stored there are evidence of our occasional attempts to go fishing there with the children, without much success I must admit.</div>
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Unfortunately you need a licence to fish in NSW unless you are just assisting children under 18, so these days we would have to go to the trouble of purchasing a licence online and can't just spontaneously throw a line in the water without risking the possibility of a fine. By contrast, down here in Victoria fishing licences are not required if you are over 60 and entitled to a Seniors Card, and the Victorian rule specifically includes residents of other States with the equivalent card. </div>
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The photo below was taken last year at Bennetts Beach Hawks Nest and shows another gentleman in shorts naturally, trawling for worms which presumeably he would then use for bait. </div>
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Now check <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/12/sepia-saturday-397-9-december-2017.html?m=1">here </a> for more lines that other Sepians may have thrown into the deep on the topic prompt this week.<br />
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A photo of the beach house from Google Maps, flanked by more recent and much bigger homes.<br />
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Water has surrounded the house a few times after heavy rain resulted in the nearby creek flooding. It didn't come inside luckily, but someone could have fished off the front porch if they had wanted to! This photo appeared in the local paper after flooding in the area last year.</div>
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Our prompt photo this week shows a market scene in the Yorkshire town of Brighouse. I've already featured some similar photographs taken by my late father-in-law Bob Featherston in an earlier post and you can read about them here in my post on <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2016/01/im-rather-late-for-sepia-saturday-311.html">Leicester</a>, but I have included them again all the same.<br />
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I searched my albums for other market scenes and came up with the following selection, in random order. Most but not all are from overseas markets, because when you are a tourist you have more time to take pictures, although I try to do so inconspicuously all the same, so they are generally not posed shots. I love visiting different kinds of markets.<br />
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Petticoat Lane Market, London, September 1976<br />
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Family shots taken at Heidelberg Christmas market, December 1992. The European Christmas markets are full of wonderful delights. </div>
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Fruit and vegetable market in Sigatoka, Fiji in June this year. All the little piles of vegetables make for a colourful and interesting display.<br />
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A fascinating variety of colourful and aromatic spices are squeezed in every nook and cranny at the Spice market, Istanbul 2012</div>
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Horniman produce market in Forest Hill, London, where our daughter and family live. This is a very sedate and civilised affair in an elevated location with a great view of the City beyond. It is in the grounds of the interesting Horniman Museum, and we have visited both the museum and the market several times.</div>
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"To market, to market to buy a fine pig..." Barcelona Central markets, 2014</div>
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The last two shots are of the Scandinavian Christmas Fair, an annual event held at the Swedish Church here in Melbourne. We have been a few times in the past and these photos were taken a couple of years ago. In fact it is on again this weekend but unfortunately it's a very wet weekend and I think attendances would have been greatly reduced, if indeed it went ahead despite the damp forecast. It features lots of Scandinavian Christmas ornaments, clothing and very tasty food.<br />
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Hope you are enjoying better weather wherever you may be. To read about markets other Sepians may have visited, either in person or online, go to <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/11/sepia-saturday-396-2-december-2017.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #396</a><br />
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This week's Sepia Saturday prompt photograph shows a young lady posing alluringly in a photographer's studio with a basket of flowers. In 2011 after my Aunty Pat Morrison passed away we discovered an old album of Cartes de Visite photographs stored amongst her belongings. They are lovely to look at but sadly we have not been able to identify very many of the almost two hundred photographs contained in the album. </div>
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The first photograph below is not from the album, but was shared with me by a distant cousin in New Zealand, which is where most of my family lived, and she tells me that this lady is Mrs Ann Forbes, nee Anderson, widow of William Forbes, who was the eldest brother of my great grandfather Charles Forbes. In other words, she was Charles' sister-in-law. Ann was born in Clatt, Aberdeenshire in 1845 and she emigrated to Canterbury New Zealand in 1851, together with her parents and nine of her twelve siblings. She married William Forbes in 1863 in a double wedding ceremony, in which her sister Sophia married Thomas Ross. At the date of their marriage Ross and Forbes were partners in The Weka Pass Hotel and they also operated a cartage business in the Weka Pass area. William and Ann had five sons and a daughter, but their daughter Ann and youngest son James died as infants, and then William died of Tuberculosis in 1877 aged 38. Ann might not have had too much to smile about in those times of loss, but never the less she survived long after her husband. She died in 1936 aged 89 and is buried in Balcairn Cemetery in Amberley New Zealand, together with William, Ann, James and her parents John and Margaret Anderson. </div>
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The following photograph is from the old album I inherited, and shows a younger woman posing side on for the same Christchurch firm of photographers, Grand and Dunlop, beside the same vase and a very similar if not identical vase of flowers. There are other photographs by the same photographic studio to be found <a href="http://canterburyphotography.blogspot.com.au/2008/08/grand-dunlop-christchurch.html">online</a> showing other ladies posing beside the same vase, so the flowers may not even be real, but the fact that this second photograph is in the album suggests that whoever this lady is, she must be related to the Forbes or Anderson family in some way. Ann had two daughters-in-law but they did not marry her sons until the late 1890s, which seems too late for this photograph, because the photography business was sold by Grand and Dunlop in 1887. It could perhaps be her youngest sister Elizabeth Anderson, who was born in New Zealand in 1852. The lady here could perhaps be pregnant, but that impression might just be the angle of the photograph. Ladies were pretty good at disguising their condition back then, by breathing in, tightening their stays and buttoning up! </div>
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It looks to me as if those flowers could be hydrangeas, so in tribute to both ladies, known and unknown, here's a hydrangea in bloom in our garden today, grown from a cutting and flourishing well.<br />
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Finally here is my mother-in-law Mary, totally unrelated to the ladies above, doing well and living on her own at 92 years young. We sent her these flowers on the occasion of her 90th birthday. </div>
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Hallowe'en cards are not something sent by people in Australia today, and I don't know if they ever were fashionable in either Australia or New Zealand, but I thought I would look up a few newspaper articles published in the past about this old Scottish tradition. Older Australians are often scathing of the way Halloween has become commercialized, primarily under American influence, but they may not know much about the Scottish origins of the celebration. </div>
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My grandmother Mona Forbes was born in Christchurch New Zealand and never traveled to Scotland, but both her father Charles Forbes and her mother's parents Charles Young and Jane Paterson were Scots emigrants from the district of Glenmuick in Aberdeenshire. I know that Charles Forbes was a member of the Scottish Society and no doubt Mona was well-versed in all things Scottish. Here is a report of the Halloween festival held in Christchurch in 1909, published in the Star on 1 November 1909, when Mona would have been 12 years old. You can see a photograph of young Mona <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2017/03/mona-and-her-beloved-cat.html?m=1">here.</a></div>
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Next comes a transcription of most of a report on the Scottish Society's Hallowe'en gathering in 1912, when Mona would have been aged 15 and was a pupil of Miss or Mrs Macdonald. It's very likely that she would have been one of the juveniles mentioned in the report. </div>
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"There was a great gathering of children and young people at the Scottish Society's rooms last night to celebrate the Scottish festival of Hallowe'en. The celebration was not this year in strict accordance with Scottish custom, but an entertainment was provided perhaps more pleasing to the Colonial boy and girl than the old-fashioned way. Chief Mackintosh was "father of the house" for the night, and while he allowed fun to run riot, and the young people had plenty of it, never let go his hold on discipline and the command "Silence" was obeyed on the instant. In the course of the evening it was announced that 250 boxes of heather had been received from Scotland, one parcel especially from a school in Jedburgh had arrived that day. A parcel sent by the same school last year also reached Christchurch on Hallowe'en. The sprigs in the Jedburgh parcel were distributed amongst the elder children, who are expected to write to the senders acknowledging the sprigs and exchanging greetings. The programme provided by the Hallowe'en Committee, comprised a grand march and reel o' Tulloch by the Society's juveniles, under Mrs Bessie Macdonald; a song, "Sound the Pibroch, " by Master Douglas Martin, a fine effort for the boy's years; an action song by the infant class of the East Christchurch School, under Miss Menzies, with Miss Walker at the piano; a topical song by the boys of St Albans School, under Mr R Malcolm; sailor' hornpipe by Miss Fairbairn and the misses Pirrie (3); "The Hat Brigade", by the boys of East Christchurch School; ... and the "Flowers of Edinburgh" by the juvenile dancers. The children were given light refreshments and each received the customary bag of sweets."</div>
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I didn't find a report of the 1913 Halloween event after it took place, but here is another report just two weeks later, again from the Star newspaper, including a particular mention of Miss Mona Forbes' performance of the Highland Fling in the last paragraph. The Scottish Society certainly seems to have been an active group!</div>
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Here are a couple of photos of Mona's Australian great grandchildren dressed up for a school Halloween celebration in the early 1990s, followed by a very recent one of Mona's great great granddaughter Lucy all ready for her childcare party. </div>
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Another great great granddaughter, Eloise who lives in Canda, was a very cute turtle.</div>
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Finally just for fun, here is a photo of some very cute dolls all lined up and ready to welcome young Halloween visitors. Their owner Rosie Saw is a very clever lady who makes and sells handmade dolls clothes and patterns. Anyone interested can check out her pattern web site <a href="http://www.rosiesdollclothespatterns.com/patterns-catalog/?product_category=Halloween+Pattern&level=product">here</a>. </div>
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This week our Sepia Saturday prompt shows a group of marching girls taking part in some parade. In reply I have a couple of photos that were taken by the father of one of the girls in the band, who has kindly consented to my posting them here. The date was Saturday 9 March 1963, the event was the annual Canberra Day Parade and the band was the Lyneham Prinary School Recorder and Drum Band. The girls played recorder and the boys played drums. I was a member of the band, so I must have been in there somewhere. I didn't have much musical talent but could play the marching tunes we had to learn by rote, for example Men of Harlech, Yellow Rose of Texas, When Jonny Comes Marching Home, to name a few that I still remember. Of course we were supposed to march in step as well, which was a bit tricky. Our band never won any prizes but we enjoyed marching! I'm a little surprised that my Dad does not seem to have taken any photos himself, but he may have been away at the time.</div>
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The Canberra Day Parade was an annual event celebrating the naming of the City of Canberra in 1913, and this particular parade was of special note because 1963 was Canberra's Jubilee, marking 50 years since its beginning. Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth and the Duke of Edinburgh came to join in the celebrations, although it appears they did not witness the parade itself. </div>
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Below is a photo of our band in 1963, with me in the top row, far right, aged about 10. I was also a band member the following year, before going on to high school.</div>
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It's 54 years later, and Canberra has celebrated its centenary. Canberra Day is commemorated with lots of events but I'm not sure whether or not they still have a parade. According to the school web site, Lyneham Primary School is still going strong and boasts at least two concert bands, who practise hard and regularly perform at various community events. They are full brass bands, no longer just girls playing recorders and boys on drums. I was a student there from the day it opened its doors in 1959.<br />
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Now, get yourselves over to <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/10/sepia-saturday-391-28th-october-2017.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #391</a> to see more marching girls, brass bands and no doubt much more. Quick march!Jofeathhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10290597697140624780noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753773086042054845.post-74810316430690483412017-10-20T05:00:00.000-07:002017-10-22T13:12:36.490-07:00Moments in Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My first photo in response shows another unknown young lady, smiling as she stands outside premises of the Quebec Liquor Commission. It comes from the album I have of photographs taken by my Uncle Ken when he was doing his pilot training in Canada in 1942. I have no idea who this attractive girl was but it seems likely that Ken met her while he was over there. She may or may not have been the same girl who is with Ken in the next photo. I can't be sure, but the girl with Ken is wearing glasses, unlike the girl in the first picture. I hope she found someone else with whom to enjoy life after Ken left for England, sadly never to return, but at least they look happy together at this moment in time.<br />
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According to Wikipedia, the Quebec Liquor Commission was formed in 1921 to control the sale of liquor in the province of Quebec. Why Ken chose to pose his friend outside such a store is not known, but here is a photograph in Wikipedia showing customers queueing for their liquor supplies outside another QLC store, taken only a couple of years later. Perhaps Ken had just made a purchase there himself.</div>
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Another feature of our prompt is the wought iron gate or fence, which reminded me of this next photo, showing the first home that my parents lived in after their marriage in 1950. My mother wrote in her Life Album that they were "fortunate to be able to rent this beautiful old home in Barrington St Christchurch. The grounds were extensive and Ian (my father) enjoyed looking after them. The rooms were large and in the dining room and lounge were huge dressers." Unfortunately they had to move out shortly before I was born.</div>
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A few years later while we were living in the UK and Dad was working at the Low Temperature Research Station in Cambridge, he was invited to attend a Scientific Congress in Paris. My parents were able to leave me with friends and go over to Belgium and France for about a week, where Mum has captured Dad, looking suitably debonair beside an archway at the Paris Hotel de Ville, adorned with a wrought iron gate.</div>
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The little girl in our prompt this week is clearly posing for her portrait in a photographer's studio and she looks very sweet. Her beautiful dress reminded me of the following portrait of my aunt, Joan Patricia Morrison, who must only have been about a year old when it was taken in about 1922. As the first surviving child born to my grandparents John and Mona, she would have been their pride and joy. Pat as she was always known is not sitting at a desk here, but she did grow up to become very studious and obtained her Masters degree at Oxford in the 1940s. </div>
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Here is Pat working away on some manuscript, with all her papers spread out in front of her. I imagine her desk was not big enough!<br>
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Here she is again, still sitting pretty in later life.</div>
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When Pat passed away in 2011, it was a very big task for my mother, sister and others to sort through all Pat's documents, photographs, books and other memorabilia, as she had thrown out very little, despite residing in a small council flat for many years. I thnk my mother found it all rather daunting, and also it was quite emotional for her to read through many years' worth of correpondence between Pat and their parents while she was working overseas.<br>
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I've previously written a tribute to Pat and her life achievements which you can read <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2013/09/making-difference-patricia-morrison.html">here</a>.<br>
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Continuing with the theme of the prompt, here is our son Kim, Pat's great nephew, at the computer desk in 1997.</div>
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and our daughter and Pat's great niece, Laura the teacher, at her desk in her classroom. With a class of 20 or more six year olds, I don't imagine she gets to sit down there very often!</div>
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Finally two photos of our granddaughter Isabelle, who is Pat's great great niece. This first photo was taken on a visit to us in Melbourne earlier this year. What Google Photos identified as a desk is in fact a dolls' house that was made for her mother by Isabelle's paternal great grandfather. It was placed on the table so as to be out of her curious little brother's reach.</div>
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Here is Isabelle back home in London, sitting at her mother's computer desk and wearing a dress that I made for her Aunty Laura above, back in 1989.</div>
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The prompt above shows us the perspective of a street view in Sheffield on what looks like a rather dismal and wintry day, with remnants of snow lining the pavement. I think old grey snow was one of the sights I was least prepared for when I went on my first trip to Europe, specifically Germany, as a teenager back in 1969/1970. Up until then I'd had very limited experience of snow, and in my mind it was always pristine white and magical, so it was a shock to see it shovelled into dirty piles along the roadsides in an industrial town like Solingen, where I spent three months as a exchange student. </div>
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I didn't take many photos on the entire trip, probably because my camera was very basic and perhaps the grey winter weather didn't inspire me to capture them, but the photo below is one of my favorite memories, which I believe I took on my way to an afternoon wander in a nearby wood. The snow on the footpath still looks reasonably fresh and clean despite being a little downtrodden.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Just today I discovered an article published in 1972 in the Australian Women's Weekly about one of the first German students to come to Australia on the same exchange scheme and she mentioned that she had wanted to get on the scheme ever since an Australian exchange student came to her school in Solingen a couple of years earlier. Can you guess who that must have been? Nice to know that my visit had some effect on at least one person there! The relevant article can be read <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/44561043?searchTerm=Lufthansa%20students&searchLimits=">here</a>, plus one about my being awarded the scholarship <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/107907319?searchTerm=Joanna%20Cruickshank%20&searchLimits=">here.</a></span></div>
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The sepia Saturday prompt above also brought to mind our first trip overseas with our four children in December 1992, and in particular a walk we took from the village of Fussen up to King Ludwig's fairytale castle Neuschwanstein. Apparently the walk was only around 4.5 km long, but at the time it seemed endless and the fun of trudging through the snowy landscape did not last that long, with the cold temperature and some very wet feet getting the better of us all before we reached our destination.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">here, who turns 33 today.</span></div>
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Sepia Saturday prompt #387 shows the cockpit of a 1948 B-36 bomber. I think I have a pretty good match in my family history collection this week.</div>
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After Ken qualified he went to England where he flew a Halifax heavy bomber. It was in one of these much larger planes that he was tragically shot down and killed while taking part in a bombing raid over Germany, along with all his crew and so many other young men, on 23 June 1943. </div>
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This restored Lancaster heavy bomber was also part of the collection<br />
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<i>It may have been good for British morale generally but it was far from good for all the families of those thousands of young men who were to lose their lives as a result of Churchill's order, not to mention all the civilians on the ground who must also have been killed.</i><br />
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<i>Here is a song for Ken, Blue Yonder, sung by my favouite Canadian, David Francey.</i><br />
<i> <a href="https://youtu.be/gOCzkekEKpQ">https://youtu.be/gOCzkekEKpQ</a></i></div>
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Cute kids indeed! Those two terrors like they would be getting into mischief just as soon as they climbed off that make-believe axe-headed horse of theirs.</div>
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I've posted about kids on rocking horses before <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2014/11/let-rock.html">here</a>, and I'm presently on holidays but before I left home I found this sweet little studio portrait of my mother's sister Joan Patricia and her brother Ken. The photograph was probably taken in about 1925 or 1926, the year my mother was born. I've blogged about both Pat and Ken before. I never knew Ken, because he was killed in 1943 in WW2 at only 19, well before I was born, but my Aunty Pat almost made it to 90 and achieved much in her long life. Here they are just innocent little children looking angelic and natural together, even though this is a posed shot. I love it.</div>
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We're away on holiday in England at present but back home in Australia it's Father's Day today, so here are a few favourite old photos of my Dad that I just happen to have access to online.</div>
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Happy Father's Day Dad,<br />
and thanks, for all you did for us!<br />
I know you would have loved all your great grandchildren too. Six at last count.<br />
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Ian Alfred Murray Cruickshank<br />
5 Aug 1924 - 17 February 2000<br />
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Postscript: Not to be entirely at odds with this week's theme, I just found this relatively recent photo of a husband, father, grandfather and a penny farthing :<br />
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Our Sepia Saturday prompt this week is a cabinet portrait or carte de visite, in which the gentleman is adopting a pose that was quite popular with photographers of the period. The card below shows a lady in a similar leaning pose. It comes courtesy of my distant half cousin Kim in New Zealand. This photo and the others I've included were taken in Christchurch New Zealand by photographers Grand and Dunlop, who operated there from about 1875 to 1887. There is some interesting information about Grand and Dunlop in a blog about <a href="http://canterburyphotography.blogspot.com.au/2008/08/grand-dunlop-christchurch.html">early New Zealand photographers</a></div>
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together with a number of their photographs showing subjects in poses very much like the ones I have from Kim. The question of course is, who are they? The only one of the set that we believe we've identified so far is Margaret Nancarrow nee Paterson, who emigrated to NZ in 1861 with her parents and siblings.<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Two more daughters were born after the family arrived in New Zealand.</span><span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;"> It could be that the other four photographs are of Margaret's sister Mary Shaw and their three Scots born brothers John, James and Alexander. If this is the case, the first rather weary looking lady could possibly be their mother Mary Anderson, who was my 2 x great grandmother and would have been in her mid fifties in 1876. Mary was previously married to another Charles, Charles Forbes, with whom she had already produced five children, the youngest of whom was my great grandfather. I think having borne 12 children would be enough to make anyone look care worn!</span></div>
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The problem with my theory as to the identity of the lady above is that I am reliably advised that the photograph below is definitely of Mary Paterson nee Anderson, previously Forbes. So I'm not convinced that this is the same person as in my first photograph above, but whoever that lady was, she matches the prompt. Other Sepians have likely also found matching photographs from a similar time period, as you may discover if you read their posts at <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/08/sepia-saturday-380-12-august-2017.html">Sepia</a> Saturday #380.<br />
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I've posted about sheep and goats <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2016/05/sorting-sheep-from-goats.html">here</a> and <a href="http://turnerstreettopics.blogspot.com.au/2016/03/baa-baa-heep-baa-baa-heep.html">here</a> in earlier blogs, but I still have a few more farm animal photographs to use in response to the Sepia Saturday prompt for this week. This first photo is from my mother's second photo album that covers the 1940s and is captioned "The Bull and Uncle Bill". I think the bull is on the right of the picture. Uncle Bill was Daniel William Morrison (1877-1956), older brother of my mother Jean's father John Morrison. Bill married Violet and they had seven sons and three daughters. He and his family farmed in the Rai Valley, located in the Marlborough district in the northern part of the South Island of New Zealand. Bill and John's parents migrated from County Cork to new Zealand in 1875 and apparently Bill became known as Billy Ireland, although he was in fact born in New Zealand. I know Jean enjoyed going up from Christchurch to visit her country cousins and their families, but I imagine that as a city girl she would have been wary of getting too close to that bull. </div>
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My parents were visiting Dad's newly married younger sister Nella and her husband Bert, who at the time was working as a shearer on this New Zealand sheep station. It shows my father Ian with a friendly lamb, and a sheep dog beside him keeping a watchful eye on the flock in the distance. Apart from the fact that this is a lamb rather than a goat and that Dad is not in uniform, it is not a bad match for the prompt. Dad is looking suitably rural and seems to be wearing a vest with an interesting pattern under his shirt. He passed away in 2000 but would have turned 93 this Saturday 5 August. RIP Dad, 1924-2000.</div>
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Fast forward to recent times and here are our daughter Laura and myself in 2015 with some calves that she and her husband were raising on their country property near the town of Bunyip in Gippsland Victoria, about an hour away from Melbourne where we live.</div>
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And thanks to Laura, here is a very recent photograph of our granddaughter Lucy feeding the next generation of calves, who were born on the property two or three months ago. Little Lucy loves being outside helping with farm tasks!</div>
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I particularly remember the following two bridges because I was able to view and photograph them from below. The first two photos come from slides that were taken by my 17 year old self in 1969 and show the Mungstener Brucke, a steel rail bridge in the countryside known as the Bergische Land near the town of Solingen in the German state of North Rheine -Westphalia. I was lucky enough to win a 3 month scholarship to travel there and attend school while staying with a local family from December 1969 to March 1970. One day my hostess Frau Felix very kindly took me on a tour of the local sights, including this bridge, which spans the valley of the River Wupper. It was completed in 1897 and at 107 metres is still the highest rail bridge in Germany.</div>
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Like the half-timbered black and white houses in England, the romantic old fachwerk houses like the one you can see here in the snowy, frozen landscape framed by the bridge are very common in the Bergische Land. The name of the area comes from the former duchy of Berg. We also visited the reconstructed Burg Castle and the Altenberger Dom, a former <span style="font-family: "helvetica neue light" , , "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif;">medieval abbey. When the time came for me to leave, my hosts held a farewell party and I was presented with a great book of primarily black and white photographs of the Bergische Land, signed by everyone at the party. </span></div>
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The other bridge I can distinctly remember visiting is the Iron Bridge near the town of of Coalbrookdale in Shropshire or Salop as it is sometimes called. This bridge crosses the River Severn and was completed a hundred years earlier in 1771. According to Wikipedia, it was the first major bridge of its kind in the world to be constructed from cast iron. This photograph dates from 1976, and was taken when we were being shown around the district by another lovely lady, Mrs Janet McTaggart. Janet was a third cousin to my grandfather on the Cruickshank side of the family. My parents had met Janet previously and she was only too happy for us to come and renew the family acquaintance. That evening she entertained us at great length with talk of numerous mutual cousins. I wasn't into family history at that stage and had no idea who all these people were, but it did not matter. We enjoyed a very pleasant overnight stay with Janet and her husband Ian in their Telford home and we also met their son Andrew and his wife, with whom we are still in contact.</div>
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A black and white house can be seen through the Iron Bridge too. We re-visited and walked over this bridge in 2012 but unfortunately I don't seem to have taken another photograph. In 1934 it was designated for pedestrian traffic only, after being declared a National Ancient Monument. You can read about the interesting history of the Iron Bridge here in <a href="https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Iron_Bridge">Wikipedia.</a></div>
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I'm currently in the city of Brisbane for a few days so to finish, here's a photo I took this morning of the attractive William Jolly Bridge, the second of several bridges that now cross the Brisbane River. It was completed in 1932, just a few days after the Sydney Harbour Bridge and was originally named the Grey Street Bridge, but was renamed in 1955 after the death of Mr William Jolly, who was the Mayor of the city at the time it was built. It was said that Mr Jolly was offered a knighthood but declined because he thought it would interfere too much with his gardening. The State Library of Queensland <a href="http://www.slq.qld.gov.au/showcase/hornibrook/the-william-jolly-bridge">web site</a> includes historic photographs of its construction and an excellent essay written by the granddaughter of its builder, Manuel Hornibrook, describing the history and unusual features of the bridge.<br />
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This morning at 7 a.m. I participated in Parkrun Southbank, which is a 5 km run crossing a couple of bridges over the Brisbane river and passing by several others. Parkrun is a movement first established in the UK and now has events on many places around the world. You don't have to run, jogging and walking are fine too and it's not a race. I am basically a plodder but I get there in the end! Recovered now and off to catch the River Cat and see the river and its surrounds in a more leisurely fashion.</div>
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Postscript: Another bridge across the Brisbane river. This is the Story Bridge, lit up at night. It was opened eight years after the William Jolly Bridge.</div>
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For more blogs bridging gaps in space and time, go to <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/07/sepia-saturday-378-29-july-2017.html?m=1">Sepia Saturday #378</a></div>
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