ENJOY!!! Cheers, Catherine.
ENJOY!!! Cheers, Catherine.
Family History Through the Alphabet Challenge
We’re now about half way through the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge and it seems that no-one is jumping out of the “starting blocks” right now.
Am wondering if we’ve all hit the proverbial “Hump Week/ Day” or is it just me?
For others who also started at the beginning of this challenge, whenever that was, have kept going but are now struggling to keep the momentum going … be assured that you are not alone. PUFF PUFF PUFF
Hope to meet again at the end of this self imposed torture 🙂 and share in an almighty celebration. Cheers, Catherine.
“Do it again!!!… Do it again!!!…” the four year old me would shriek as Uncle Ray took off his finger, then plonked it back on again. This week’s Gould’s “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge I dedicate to all our Ancestral “Jolly Jokesters” who filled the lives of family and friends with fun and laughter as they shared their Jokes, Japes and Jolliness.
Uncle Ray wasn’t “really” my Uncle but the husband of mum’s much loved cousin Patricia (Pat) Behenna. How I loved those Sunday “arvo” visits and waited with joyful anticipation, at the front fence, for Uncle Ray’s “ute” to pull up and the man himself to climb out. That was another exciting thing about Uncle Ray – his “ute”. No-one else had such a fun car which I so loved to go driving in.
To me Uncle Ray was truly a “giant of a man”… full of fun, laughter and jokes and never too busy “chinwagging”, with the “grown ups”, to get down on his knees and delight all the “tin-ribs” with his new Jokes and the patient re-telling of the old. Forever a curious child, I can still see and feel Uncle Ray’s rough, workman’s finger which he happily proffered for close in-spection. I finally came to the conclusion that the secret to his “magic finger” lay in the mole above the knuckle of his right fore-finger. Of course that was how he could take his finger off and put it back on again!!!
Then there’s Auntie Maggie and Auntie Hilda (my mum’s Aunts), who would often join us on our regular “Sunday drives” in the Adelaide Hills. They delighted in pointing out the cows who were born with legs shorter on one side so they could stand and graze of the hillsides, and the round concrete platforms where “the King and Queen danced” when they came to Australia. The gullble child in me believed all their “stories”. How well I remember mum chastising Auntie Maggie who loved to say “yum, yum, lamb chops!!!” when we’d see new born lambs frolicking in the paddocks so, behind mum’s back, she’d simply roll her eyes and lick her lips. We children would screech with laughter and Auntie Maggie would “act the innocent” which made us laugh all the more. I still wonder at the meaning of “A Wig Wam for a Gooses Bridle/Bridal” which was the Aunts’ reply when choosing not to answer a question.
Who could ever forget my beloved Grandpa’s “party trick”? He would cut up those thin “cigarette papers” fringe the edge, lick the “sticky side”, glue them to is eyelids and just sit quietly waiting for someone to comment. Everyone would ignore him and me, the ever observant/ “sticky beak” of a child would wait and watch to see which adult would finally give in and say, “Fred, take those off!!!”. Of course, he would “act the innocent”. Mmmh… whatever happened to all those coins we KNOW were in the “Chrissie Pud”? You can read about that here.
Last, but not least, is my mum‘s delight in “April Fool’s Day” jokes. She’d be the first up every morning, all “bright eyed and bushy tailed” and I, the proverbial “night owl” and a hopeless “sleepy head”, was “just ripe for the picking.” Every year mum would catch me out but one year, in particular, remains stuck in my “memory box”. Stumbling out to breakfast I took the plate off my cereal bowl, vaguely wondering why mum had put a plate there and in the bottom of the bowl sat the note “APRIL FOOL”. For years I kept reliving my teenage outrage and complaining, “but that’s not FAIR mum… it’s not even a JOKE!!!” My gorgeous mum would just smile, say not a word and continue on with whatever she was doing. Ahhh… luvya and still miss ya mum xxx.
I wonder who were the Jolly Jokesters in your Family line and what the Jokes are that remain part of your own family folk-lore?… Perhaps it’s you who is today’s family Jokester with Jolly Jokes, of your own, which will pass down through time? 🙂
SOURCES: Thankyou to Richard Lewis for the picture of the 1951-53 Holden FX Ute.
Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. “Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family
Seems to me that after all the sadness of ANZAC Day, see:
it’s time for some fun and laughter.
My three brothers and I enjoyed many of the crazy songs of the 1950’s. Sharing one of my favourites and remembering that my brother John did a real cool drawing of “The Purple Peope Eater”. Until seeing John’s drawing I thought this crazy “people eater” only ate purple people so I was safe 🙂 Enjoy…
Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family
One of my dad’s favourite songs through which he linked to his Scottish Identity.
Harry Scarborough Crout, from Leeds, Yorkshire, England, loved to challenged his Ozzie children to repeat the following words as quickly as they could:
“If ye can say it’s a braugh bricht moonlicht nicht t’nicht then ye alricht ye ken…”
Could we ever beat him? … ha ha ha …
Gran was born out of wedlock.
Were you aware of that?
They never spoke about it.
The one sheep that was black!
Although there was one other,
My uncle Dan, you know,
The one who went toCanada
So many years ago.
He got a young girl pregnant,
Then swore it wasn’t him.
Poor grand was most upset.
It was a mortal sin.
I think Aunt Hilda paid his fare.
And then the rumours grew.
Gran said he was a fur-trapper,
But no one really knew.
I’m glad that you wrote to me.
Someone should know these tales.
I’m really glad I told you
Before my memory fails.
Author: Mary Crane
SOURCE: Family History Monthly, November 2011, Issue 202, page 85 Family History Monthly Website. http://www.familyhistorymonthly.com
Genealogy is my passion ~ I shall not stray.
It maketh me to lie down and examine half buried tombstones,
It leadeth me into still courthouses,
It restoreth my ancestral knowledge.
It leadeth me into the path of census records
And ships passenger lists
For my surnames sake.
Yet though I wade through the shadows
Of research libraries & microfilm readers,
I shall fear no discouragement,
For a strong urge is with me.
The curiosity and motivation thy comfort me.
It demandeth preparation of storage space
For the acquisition of countless documents.
It annointeth my head with burning midnight oil.
My family group sheets runneth over.
Surely birth, marriage & death dates
Shall follow me all the days of my life
And I shall dwell in the house of a family history seeker forever.