Semaphore, South Australia – War Memorial clock. Wikipedia.
As the year 2012 was coming to a close my mum’s beautiful eyes danced before me as, once again, she related those childhood memories of the 1930’s when each New Year was brought in, on the foreshore of Semaphore beach here in South Australia, surrounded by her mum’s HUGE Murray family.
She loved to tell how on the stroke of midnight, and as regular as that big old clock kept ticking away, Uncle Stan would chuck his ‘baccy pouch in the gutter and declare:
“That’s it, I’m giving up the smokes!!!”
Auntie Hilda, one of my Nana’s younger sisters, would just as regularly quietly reach down and tuck her hubbie’s “baccy pouch” into her handbag to give back the following morning when he’d be raging around the house demanding to know what had happened to his tobacco.
It seems that every year the whole family would wait for this scenario to be played out and, as the clock struck twelve, they were never disappointed.
Seeing in the New Year – 2013, on the Semaphore foreshore.
The New Year continues to be heralded in, on that same foreshore. Nowdays it’s not so much the tick of the clock which announces that a bright new year has begun but a magnificent display of fireworks previously unimagined.
May the New Year bring much joy to you, your loved ones, and all whom inhabit this world of ours.
Many thanks to the South Australian Advertiser: http://www.adelaidenow.com.au for these last two photos.
To take a walk through Semaphore’s Historic Precinct just click HERE
Copyright © 2013. Catherine A. Crout-Habel