Look at me with my own identity on Mum’s blog!

Well, I did it, I worked out how to set up another administrator on Mum’s blog so that I as well as everyone else can identify what has been said by me and what was said by Mum.

I can feel Mum smiling down on me, clapping her hands with glee and saying something like “you clever chickadee”

So, my plan is that I hope to be able to do everything through my user name now, let’s see how I go.

Thanks so much for your kind words of support.

You will see that I am different to my Mum, but we certainly were “tarred with the same brush” and I like to think that a lot of what what great about her rubbed off on me.  We certainly did spend a lot of time together years ago before I had a family of my own.

See you later, alligator …….

….. In a while, crocodile …..

 

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Two best friends, ballet and night bells

Last Wednesday I (Kirrily) went to Mum’s (Catherine’s) house to pick up her mail and to go on the search for photos.  I have been posting photos of my Mum to an album on Facebook since she died on Sunday the 6th of July as a dedication.

Included in the mail was a letter addressed to the family of Catherine Crout-Habel.

It was from Margaret Jordan – Mum’s very best childhood friend.  They went to ballet together and from the sounds of it were inseparable.  They had lost contact years ago but had met up sometime in the past couple of years.  Mum told me all about it, they had a wow of a day.

There was a card and it was addressed to ‘the family of my friend Cathy” and included a photo.

Here is some of the letter that I read through eyes filled with tears-

“Cathy was 2 years younger than me and we grew up at Alberton/Queenstown just like sisters.  We were always at one another’s places and went to ballet together.  We had so much fun together and Cathy sometimes went with my Mother and I to Mildura for a few days to visit some of my relatives.

When we both learnt piano, we used to run down North Tce in the city, pressing all the night time bells.

I caught up with Cathy a couple of years ago after not speaking for years.  We met at Largs Bay Kiosk and showed one another photos of our families and grandchildren (of which she was extremely proud).  We met at 10am and were still chatting at 5pm.  I had such a great day and it was just so good to see her again after all those years, it was like we had never been apart.

We both had our ears pierced n 1959 at the same time,Cathy’s being done for her birthday that year.  Oh how scared we were, but we had one another, so that was OK.

I have enclosed a photo of the 2 of us aged about 14 or 15.  We always had such fun together.  We could talk to each other about anything!

Cathy was a beautiful person and a true friend.

Catherine Crout-Habel and Margaret Jordan at approx. 14 or 15, circa 1960

Margaret included her address, and I will write back and I will include a memorial card from Mum’s funeral.  I was so pleased that she sent the card and the photo and a few of the memories that came flooding back to her when she read about Mum’s death.

What made this even more special for me was that it reminded me so much of my best childhood friend – Stacey.  We see each other still, almost every week and we often relive many childhood memories.  She is waging her own war on cancer and I am there helping her do it as best I can.  We too can talk to each other about anything, which is especially useful when she is sitting in a chemo chair.  It has always been the same – every time we would see each other it would be just as if we saw each other the previous day, no matter how long it had been.

Childhood friends are the greatest, if you are lucky enough to hang on to them.  They knew you as a child and they know you as an adult and are able to appreciate all that there is about you because they know you so well and have shared history with you.

Do you have a dear childhood friend like Mum did with Margaret and like I do with Stacey?  I’d love to hear.

I hope you enjoyed reading about Mum’s childhood friend as much as I enjoyed sharing it.

Cheers,

Kirrily

RIP Mum, Catherine Crout-Habel

Hello,

My name is Kirrily Burton.  I am Catherine Crout-Habel’s daughter.  I am sure that most of you are aware, but perhaps some of you are not, that my much loved Mum, Catherine Crout-Habel passed away on Sunday the 6th of July at Royal Adelaide Hospital.

She posted about her health after her stroke in Feb and has made reference to her ongoing health struggles in comments on her blogs and on Facebook.

In the end it was really very quick, although she had really been quite ill since February.  We were given the diagnosis of metastatic non small cell carcinoma (lung cancer) which had metastasized to her lymph nodes in various parts of her body and her stomach on Thursday the 3rd of July and she passed away three days later.  A quick, relatively painless end is what she wanted most, and that’s exactly how it played out.  She was a winner in death as she was in life and she played by her own rules.

This is the end of my third week of bereavement leave and only now have I had the strength to spend the day looking at her blog.  It was obvious to me that I needed to post a status update, as she would not want to just disappear and leave her loyal followers wondering.

I have read so many caring compassionate comments from you all which has lifted my heart, as I know now that Mum really did have an idea about how much she was cared for by her blogging friends.  I have had contact with some and even quoted some at her funeral, and all the while I thought that she didn’t know how much you all cared about her.

I understand completely now her obsession with blogging.  I see how much love, support and respect was out there for her and why she loved being part of this world.  I now truly understand her obsession and I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart for the love and caring you gave her for the last part of her life. 

She always said that her three kids were her greatest joy, but we all know that was closely followed by her online/blogging world.  I have no real regrets, but I do wish that I had thought to take her computer in to her while she was in hospital and blog for her or read some blogs to her.  I know now how much she would have loved that and how much it would have lifted her spirits.

I am new to this blogging world, and so I will now go and approve comments and be on the lookout to approve new comments so that her blog will live on.

Any tips/help/advice along the way would be much appreciated.

Thanks again,

Kirrily

ANZAC DAY 2014

My British Grandfather, Henry (Harry) Eden Crout served with the “Canadian Expeditionary Force” in France, for the entirety of World War 1. He led the Regimental Band on the “Somme” and elsewhere in the collecting of bodies, burying the dead and sounding their “final salute”… too sad    :sad:
Will we ever stop the Warmongers, and their supporters, whom benefit from this carnage?

 

WHAM!!! BAM…

Some things sure can hit you “out of the blue” and change your life forever.  Friday 21Feb2014 was a hot day, I wasn’t feeling well and the COPD (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease) was particularly difficult to manage but I had groceries to buy and especially medications… so I “soldiered” on.

After loading 10 bags of groceries in the boot I sat in the driver’s seat feeling v-e-r-y unwell. Not far from home, I figured sitting down with a delish cup of coffee is what was needed.  A few minutes later and not far from home it hit me…wham! bam!!!… couldn’t see a thing but did manage to locate the line in the middle of the road so focussed on that to try and judge where the side of the road was so I could pull over… then, one line down the centre of the road changed into two with one crossing over the other.  Intuitively I put a hand over one eye, then the other and worked out which one meant I had only one dotted line again… phew!!! By then I was close to the turn off into my street and very close to home.  Pulling into the driveway my sight returned, I just felt v-e-r-y tired and thought “that was weird”…

Long story to short it took a week to realise that in all probability it was a stroke… :-(  After three weeks in hospital, and a myriad of tests some things are still unclear but what we know is that, in addition to the COPD, I now have clots in the lungs and even had them on the tip of my right index finger… go figure…???  Seems that my body has been pinging off clots and one/ or part thereof made it to the right side of the brain and brought on the stroke. Have weakness down the left side but can make it around with a stick, have difficulty breathing and what is really annoying is the effect on my sight… blurred vision, difficult reading text with gaps appearing etc…  grrr

Well, I got out of hospital on 26Mar2014 and have had a “Rehabilitation in the Home” working with me to get me back “on track” asap. Have made progress but some annoying hiccups and another brief stay in hospital. However I am “on the mend” and just wanted to let my blogging friends and regular readers know that I haven’t “fallen off the twig” yet… Lucky me, eh?…  As my energy returns I will catch up on reading your blogs which I’ve missed terribly.

Many thanks also to those who’ve left fascinating comments which I’ll reply to asap and also some great emails from cousins re: their latest discoveries on our tree which is so exciting and I’ll get to as my energy quota allows it.

That’s all for now… I’m running out of puff at the minute but will get back to catching up on my reading very soon.  :-)

Cheerio for now and take good care everyone.

Musical Monday: Wake up my mind…

Badge. No conscripts to VietnamGrowing up in South Australia with all the horror of my brothers, their friends and mine threatened with the dreaded “lottery”… which could see them conscripted, at the age of 19, to go fight in Vietnam gave me a perspective which you can read about here.

Young people, at that time, gave voice to their opposition of government decisions which severely impacted on their  lives through music and song.  My children grew up to the sounds of “Songs of the Protest Era”and right now I can’t get one particular song out of my mind, given the way our Australian political situation is playing out right now.

Here it is…  Songs of the Protest Era

Here is the entire collection:

Songs of the Protest Era.2

Copyright © 2014. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

Happy Australia Day, 2013.

Catherine:

Before Australia Day 2014 comes to an end I just have to share my post from 2013. For me, being Australian is being able to “take the piss” out of ourselves and not take ourselves too seriously.

Originally posted on Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family:

I’ll be off soon to enjoy my Australia Day “Aussie BBQ” …  may it be a happy day for everyone.

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FRIDAY FUNNY: Grandma and the family tree…

Genealogy. Grandma

There’s been a change in Grandma, we’ve noticed her of late,
She’s reading history or jotting down some date.
She’s tracking back the family; we’ll all have pedigrees.
Oh, Grandma’s got a hobby; she’s climbing Family Trees.

Poor Grandpa does the cooking and now, or so he states,
That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and Dinner plates.
Grandma can’t be bothered; she’s busy as a bee
Compiling Genealogy, for the Family Tree.

Cartoon. genealogist dietShe has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright. No buttons left on Granddad’s shirt, the flower bed’s a sight.
She’s given up her club work, the serials on TV,
The only thing she does nowadays is climb the Family Tree.

She goes down to the Courthouse and studies ancient lore,
We know more about our forebears than we ever knew before.
The books are old and dusty, they make poor Grandma sneeze,
A minor irritation when you’re climbing Family Trees.

Cartoon - genealogy stuck in fam treeThe mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far,
Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR
A worthwhile avocation, to that we all agree,
A monumental project, to climb the Family Tree.

Now some folks came from Scotland and some from Galway Bay,
Some were French as pastry, some German, all the way.
Some went on West to stake their claim. Some stayed near by the sea.
Grandma hopes to find them all as she climbs the Family Tree.

She wanders through the graveyard in search of date or name,
The rich, the poor, the in-between, all sleeping there the same.
She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze,
That blows above the Fathers of all our Family Trees.

Cartoon. genealogist parkingThere were pioneers and patriots mixed in our kith and kin, Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee,
Each times she finds a missing branch for the Family Tree.

Their skills were wide and varied, from Carpenter to Cook,
And one (Alas) the record shows was hopelessly a crook.
Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge, some tutored for a fee.
Long lost in time, now all recorded on the Family Tree.

To some it’s just a hobby, to Grandma it’s much more,
She knows the joys and heartaches of those who went before. They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept, and now for you and me
They live again in spirit, around the Family Tree.

Quote - GenealogyAt last she’s nearly finished and we are each exposed.
Life will be the same again, this we supposed!
Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea.
We’ll all be fat, just as before that wretched Family Tree.

Sad to relate, The Preacher called and visited for a spell,
We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well,
The heathen folk, the poor- and then- ’twas fate, it had to be,
Somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the Family Tree.

Cartoon Genealogy Research.

We tried to change the subject, we talked of everything,
But then in Grandma’s voice we heard that old familiar ring.
She told him all about the past and soon was plain to see,
The Preacher, too, was nearly snared by Grandma and the Family Tree.

He never knew his Grandpa, his mother’s name was….Clark?
He and Grandma talked and talked, outside it grew quite dark.
We’d hoped our fears were groundless, but just like some disease,
Grandma’s become an addict — She’s hooked on Family Trees.

Genealogy. addictedOur souls were filled with sorrow, our hearts sank with dismay
Our ears could scarce believe the words we heard our Grandma say,
“It sure is a lucky thing that you have come to me,
I know exactly how it’s done, I’ll climb your Family Tree”.
- Author unknown

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Thankyou to the Genealogy Research Assistant for this delightful poem

Copyright © 2014. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel