MUSICAL MONDAY: You’re the Voice…

Colour me naive and call me “Pollyanna” but I still don’t understand why people don’t  stand together to bring about change for the betterment of all.  Way back “before Adam was a boy” John Farnham described my feelings, sentiments and view perfectly with  “The Voice” and I’ll never stop speaking my truth, and describing my views, despite all attempts to silence. Suspect it’s in my DNA – come in Susan   😆

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We have The chance to turn the pages over
We can write what we want to write
We gotta make ends meet, before we get much older

We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?

Chorus:
You’re the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!
We’re not gonna sit in silence
We’re not gonna live with fear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!

This time
We know we all stand together
With the power to be powerful
Believing, we can make it better

Oooooooh,
We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?…

You’re the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!
We’re not gonna sit in silence
We’re not gonna live with fear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!

Ooooooh
We’re all someone’s daughter
We’re all someone’s son
How long can we look at each other
Down the barrel of a gun?…

You’re the voice, try and understand it
Make a noise and make it clear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!
We’re not gonna sit in silence
We’re not gonna live with fear
Oh-o-o-o, whoa-o-o-o!

Freedom of Speech. Voltaire

Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

We didn’t own an Ipad…

memories. commodoreMemories of those years when our home was filled with childhood noises: the laughter, the tears, the loud music, clanging toys, Michael Jackson’s poster, pac man  and everything else came flooding back when I first came across this Video.

Precious memories, special times…

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

South Australians have “Grave Concerns”

Four Generation: Front: Me and Eliza Jane. BACK:  Mum and Nana, 1950. (c) C.A.Crout-Habel

Four Generation: Front: Me and Eliza Jane. BACK: Mum and Nana, 1950.
(c) C.A.Crout-Habel

Readers who have been following this blog for quite a while may remember the first time I wrote about the re-using/ re-cycling of South Australian Graves.  It came about because finally I had found the Burial Site of my Susan’s daughter, my great grandmother Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray, at Cheltenham Cemetery and was having trouble locating the descendants of the now deceased lease holder, Great Uncle Andy, to have the lease signed over to me… That was 16 months ago, on 22 Jun 2012, and  that issue has not yet been resolved but I have paid the lease (including back fees) to keep Eliza Jane undisturbed for a few more years although I have no ownership and am unable to erect a decent monument etc, but at least she’s safe.

If you missed that story, you can read about it HERE.

Many many stories later, the topic of the desecration of South Australian Ancestral burial sites was threatening to over whelm this Blog so a month ago I set up a sister site, dedicated to South Australian Graves under threat, which I wrote about HERE.

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Some action is finally happening, here in South Australia, and people are beginning to speak out in opposition to this practice of reusing graves.  So, HERE is the link to that story and information as to how to contribute to the discussion, if that’s something you’d like to do.

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

The Remembering of Jarren Vaughan Habel…

birthday-cakeToday, as I awoke, all that kept running through my head was “Tá Brón Orm” (the sadness is upon me) for today is my beautiful baby boy’s 43rd birthday.

I’ve written about Jarren Vaughan and his early death from measles both HERE and HERE so what was it that flung me into such deep sadness today which meant I only managed to crawl out of bed, swallow a bit of food and then retreat to the comfort of the “blankies” willing myself to sleep, to forget and to be at peace?… Total oblivion, if only for a few more hours.

No great mystery really… it was the unearthing, a few weeks ago, of the last loving message, sent 18 years ago, from my now deceased mum on the event of Jarren’s birthday. Mum and dad were living way down south in Goolwa, at that time, and it was a beautiful hand-crafted card which turned up in the post.

jarren. note from mum

Every year mum always remembered, always contacted me and we shared the loving memories which included the joy and sadness at the loss of that little scrap of humanity… Jarren Vaughan Habel.  My husband was in the RAAF (Royal Australian Air Force), we were living in Perth, Western Australia, and mum was the only family member who ever knew him, held him, fed him, comforted him and marvelled at the miracle he was… apart from myself, his dad and his big three year old brother, Cullen Andrew.

I wrote on the back: "Nana and Jarren (Aged 5 weeks the baby, that is) May 1970"

I wrote on the back: “Nana and Jarren (Aged 5

weeks the baby, that is) May 1970″

"Cullen, Nana and Jarren enjoying special cuddles" May 1970

“Cullen, Nana and Jarren enjoying special cuddles” May 1970

The sadness was because of the realisation that never again would I get a loving message of remembrance on my little boy’s birthday… and the tears fell.  Little did I know what was awaiting me when finally forcing myself to face the day. Logging onto Facebook was a beautiful message from “My Little Ray of Sunshine”, my precious daughter Kirrily Ann, born 2 years after Jarren…

Kirrily and mummy -  Sep 1972

Kirrily and mummy – Sep 1972

… and then came the acknowledgements and loving messages from others showing that my beautiful Jarren Vaughan will always be remembered and included as a member of our family and the ache in my heart eased.

It was especially lovely to hear that my youngest Grandson, Jay, had been talking with his mummy about Uncle Jarren and asking questions… such as why he was given that name?…  Kirrily passed on the story.

Thankyou everyone and much love to you all.

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

TROVE TUESDAY: April Fool’s Day… then and now

jester_hatI’ve never been much of a prankster except for a few times I stuck a sign on one of my brother’s back reading “kick me”. Not real original.  Now my mum just loved April Fool’s Day which I wrote about briefly HERE.

This year I’ve been musing over where mum got her sense of humour and whether, in days gone by, our ancestors also played jokes on April Fool’s Day.  With it being Trove Tuesday… to the old newspapers I headed.

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Back in Time

I remember mum saying that her mum, my Nana (Elizabeth Mary Murray Evans Allan) was not just a feisty woman but also quite a jokester, so I decided to check out the Port Pirie newspapers which is where she would have been living at that time, with her first husband and two of her three children.

There was no joy to be had there as the Port Pirie Recorder was full of doom and gloom, not the least of which was the huge miner’s strike taking place in Broken Hill and affecting many workers, and industries including those in nearby Port Pirie.

Banner. The Port Pirie Recorder

STRIKE AT BROKEN HILL. 2 Apr 1913. p1. The Port Pirie Recorder, South Australia, Australia
http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/page/9100940

There was no sense in checking out newspapers in other locations, for most of my maternal ancestors lived in surrounding districts and would have been similarly affected by the miner’s strike. So a general search for April Fool’s Day 1913 was my next port of call and these items in the Adelaide Advertiser, although not published in 1913, drew my attention.

AN APRIL FOOL’S DAY JOKE. 2 Apr 1914. p8.   The Advertiser: Adelaide, South Australia.
http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article/5422591?searchTerm=April

ALL FOOLS’ DAY. 31 Mar 1919. pg.6.  The Advertiser: Adelaide, South Australia.
http://trove.nla.gov.au/ndp/del/article/5640730?searchTerm=April

Logging on this morning I found that even the “techy big kids” have been at it this April Fool’s Day

April Fools’ 2013: The best techy pranks of the day. ZDNet. 1 Apr 2013
http://www.zdnet.com/april-fools-2013-the-best-techy-pranks-of-the-day-7000013324/?s_cid=e551

This is my favourite… I wonder which is yours? Just click on the link above  to check them all out   🙂

My favourite IT April Fool's Day joke for 2013

My favourite IT April Fool’s Day joke for 2013

Many thanks to Amy Houston for setting up the Trove Tuesday meme and also to TROVE… where would we be without you?

TROVE ~~~~~~~~~

 map-south-australia

Here we are… Port Pirie is north of the capital city, Adelaide (just above the “leg”) and Broken Hill is in NSW, just over the north east corner of South Australia .

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY: What’s Goin’ On?…

THINKING - postThe week that was…

Have you ever had the feeling that everything you say is wrong?… That even good friends are focussed on “shooting you down”?… That once again you are being denied your own opinion/ your own voice?

The thought flies into my head re: a possible “persecution complex” then I crack up completely with remembering the old maxim:

“Just because you’re paranoid… doesn’t mean that people aren’t out to get ya “

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Reflecting on matters grabbing my attention this past week I found my inner self wailing the words from the old 90’s song… “What’s Goin’ On???”

Australia’s first female Prime Minister, Julie Gillard, has had two attempted leadership spills from the bloke she replaced and, on 21 Mar 2013, yet another was being played out. I kept shaking my old head remembering that only 9 days earlier, despite internal rumbling from within her own party, the Polls reported that her public popularity, and that of her government,  was on the rise again.

What’s eveb  more confusing/ frustrating is that this was brought on by a highly respect senior member of her front bench, Simon Crean.  As it turned out, the man in question, Kevin Rudd, decided not to stand saying he didn’t have the “over- whelming numbers” required… so it was very much a “Clayton’s” leadership spill.

Australian Prime Minister, Julia Gillard. March 2013

Australian Prime Minister, Julia Gillard. March 2013

Understandably, public criticism of our present Government is on the rise again… However, the level of argument/ type of debate has me thinking we’ve flipped back 40 years to when this audio recording was made.

Seems that in the rest of the world many believe we Australians have gone completely “nutso”… and I tend to agree. You can read about it HERE.

My beautiful mum...

My beautiful mum…

Enough said about all that shenanigans except that, at times like this, I miss my mum SO terribly.We’d be having great fun “chewing the fat” over this and she’d speak of similar manoevrings and politicking in days gone past and, like me, mum would have immediately seen how the really important “News of the Day”, was being overshadowed.  i.e. “The Australian Prime Minister’s Apology to the Victims of Forced Adoption”.

This LINK will take you straight through to the Video of the Apology by the Prime Minister of the behalf of the Nation.

Apology Audience.2

To read the entire ABC news item, please click  HERE

Monica Jones, a teenager in the 1960’s with her life before her…

Monica Jones c.1960s

Monica Jones c.1960s

50 years later Monica shares the pain of having two of her babies forcibly removed for adoption.

Monica Jones, 2013.

Monica Jones, 2013.

If you wish to watch that news report and/ or watch the video of Monica, and other women with the same experience, please click HERE

I wrote earlier about the “Magdalene Laundries”. Some of the victims, to whom the Prime Minister referred, were from these Convents but no all.  In mid 1960’s My work colleague, and friend Carol, was incarcerated in “Mc Bride’s Maternity Hospital” here in South Australia, and manipulated/ coerced into signing the adoption papers for her beloved little boy.  The pain never left her and I’m hoping that this public recognition/ apology helps just a little in easing that life long agony.  I also live in hope that David, and his mother, have finally become re-united.

How ironic that these upheavals were occurred on “Australia’s National Harmony Day”.  Mum would have chuckled about that too.

I happily leave the final word to the wonderful Corinne Grant where she advises: “How to Burst a Blood Vessel”.

Corinne-Grant.bio

My most favourite quotes from Corinne are:

“In the end, all that transpired was that a bunch of self-entitled blokes finally cleared out of the cabinet and left Gillard to get on with the job of running the country instead of baby-sitting their egos.

Who the hell did this woman think she was? Their leader?”

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Be sure to swing over to Julie Goucher’s Blog at Anglers Rest where she’s written a delightful “Thursday Thought” about Easter Bunnies.

Don’t forget that if you have a “bee in your bonnet” and/ or a happy thought/ memory that maybe does or doesn’t fit within the Genealogy framework you’re most welcome to share and I’ll put the link HERE  on “Sharing our Thursday Thoughts” for others to enjoy.

Cheerio for now… and may life be kind to you. Catherine.

CATHERINE.ME~~~~~~~~~ 

Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

Memories of New Year Celebrations Past…

Semaphore, South Australia  - War Memorial clock. Wikipedia.

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.

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. 

New Year 2013

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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

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine A. Crout-Habel

Happy Anniversary Mum and Dad

Wedding Bells

Remembering my dearly loved mum and dad on this,
the 71st Anniversary of their Wedding Day

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Harry Scarborough Crout                               Kathleen Mary Allan
born Leeds, Yorkshire, England                     born Port Adelaide, South Australia
4 March 1912                                                 31 March 1925
died Campbelltown, South Australia             died Burton, South Australia
18 Jan 2007                                                  7 Sep 2007

MARRIED
Adelaide, South Australia, Australia
22 December 1941

Wedding Day 22 Dec 1941. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Day 22 Dec 1941. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Off on the Honeymoon (c) C.Crout-Habel

Off on the Honeymoon (c) C.Crout-Habel

Honeymooning at Gumeracha and The Gorge, South Australia. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Honeymooning at Gumeracha and The Gorge, South Australia. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Card (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Card (c) C.Crout-Habel

Open it up and look inside….

Fom the "Mother of the Bride, my Nana, Elizabeth Mary (Murray) Allen. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Fom the “Mother of the Bride, my Nana, Elizabeth Mary (Murray) Allen. (c) C.Crout-Habel

 

Copyright © 2012. Catherine A. Crout-Habel.

Take me or leave me…

David Grayson describes beautifully the realisation that freed me, some 40 years ago, from all those doubts, insecurities and worries of childhood. The time when my motto became… “To Thine Own Self be True” which I had engraved on a bracelet. For many years this bracelet never came off my wrist and helped with the remembering, and gave courage, to always be myself and to love the person that I am.    

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The sense of wishing to be known only for what one really is is like putting on and old, easy, comfortable garment. You are no longer afraid of anybody or anything. You say to yourself, ‘Here I am — just so ugly, dull, poor, beautiful, rich, interesting, amusing, ridiculous — take me or leave me.’ And how absolutely beautiful it is to be doing only what lies within your own capabilities and is part of your own nature. It is like a great burden rolled off a man’s back when he comes to want to appear nothing that he is not, to take out of his life only what is truly his own.

 David Grayson, journalist and author. (1870-1946) 

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Copyright © 2012. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel.

Kk is for – Kokoda Track and the 39th…

Family History Through the Alphabet

The year is 1942 and all that stood between us and a Japanese invasion was a bunch of untrained schoolboys… many were my mum’s class-mates. This post, for Gould’s “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge, is dedicated to the young lads of the 39th Australian Militia Battalion… most never made it home. To them we owe our freedom and may their courage, determination and fortitude never be forgotten. This date, 21 July 2012 is the 70th Anniversary of the “Battle for Australia” and is a time for the remembering.

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“They were just ‘cannon fodder’ Catherine. Little boys in World War 1 uniforms that were too big for them. They were sent up there to keep the Japs busy… to give them something to shoot at as Curtin kept on fighting with Churchill to bring our troops home.”

I can still hear the sob in mum’s voice and see the pain in her eyes as she told how public outrage stopped the “marching” of her classmates and other young blokes through the streets of Adelaide, South Australia.  

“They couldn’t march like soldiers… they had no training. They were just kids from the Depression taken from their homes and sent up there to be shot at. Most hadn’t had a decent feed in their lives, you know.”

This is my mum’s story which I’ve researched at great length, and in great detail, suspecting that maybe she’d exaggerated matters. What I discovered was info that maybe she wasn’t even aware of and is why this has been a particularly difficult Family History story to write.

Before going any further, nothing has made me happier than to have my mum’s insistence that it’s the “Kokoda Track” … NOT “trail” and her insistence “That’s just an Americanism!” confirmed. All research shows that it was an American journalist who first described the “Kokoda Track” as a trail but was always known, by the Ozzie soldiers who fought it’s length both backwards and forwards, as the “Kokoda Track”.  It wasn’t a trail, it wasn’t a road nor even a pathway… In fact:

“Until this time the ‘Kokoda Track’ had been simply a native pad considered passable only by natives or by patrol officers carrying little or no burden. It climbed mountains as high as 7000 feet, clung to the sides of gorges, descended preciptously to cross swift flowing torrents on moss covered stones or fallen trees, and then rose steeply again to traverse dankly dripping rain forests.”

Research showed that mum’s school mates were indeed “conscripts”. They were conscripted into the Militia with the job of protecting “the homeland”.  However, as the Japanese threat escalated and with no troops to protect Australia the 39th were sent to New Guinea initially to unload boats, planes etc. Before you could blink an eye the 39th Battalion was all that stood between us and a Japanese invasion.

I still remember mum’s wry smile as she suggested that “the Japs must have rued the day that they bombed Pearl Harbor”. That fateful day, on 7 Dec 1941, forced the United States to abandon their “non interventionist policy” and to finally join England, Australia and other allies in World War 2. The Pearl Harbor attack “crippled” the United States Fleet.

The Japanese moved swiftly and, on 15 Feb 1942, they took Singapore. Some 20,000 Australian “diggers” (soldiers) became Japanese POW’s and about only a third survived.

“Japan was not a foe like the Germans. They did not recognise the Geneva Convention and due to fervent Japanese nationalism and a reinterpretation of the Samurai code of Bushido, prisoners were either massacred or treated inhumanely as slave labour.”

The Japanese swept down through South East Asia at an alarming rate. The United States were routed in the Phillipines and, in March 1942, their President Rooseveldt ordered General McArthur to relocate/ retreat to Australia and continue the battle for the Pacific from there.

Your can read about the “Battle of the Coral Sea” here. Was the first time that the Japanese were stopped in their tracks.

At this time my mum, aged 17, was living at 55 Langham Place, Portland, South Australia. Her street ended “smack bang” at the railway line, and still does. Her stories of how our Ozzie diggers/troops were finally brought back to Australia, landed in Port Adelaide, and then sent via railway straight up north “to fight the Japs” is indeed true. It made my heart ache to hear how the soldiers, of the AIF, who were expecting R & R before going into battle again were mis-informed, and threw messages down the em-bankment to be passed onto their loved ones.

What my research has shown, and I’m sure my mum didn’t know, is that these battle hardened, seasoned and skilled troops were not sent direct to New Guinea to support the 39th Battalion there on the “Kokoda Track”. Instead they were positioned on “the Brisbane Line” way up north in Queensland …  leaving the 39th Battalion still fighting on alone, in New Guinea, and in the most unimaginable of cirmcumstances.

Our Australian Prime Minister at the time, John Joseph Ambrose Curtin, is renowned and honoured still for the sterling job he did in defying both Churchill and Rooseveldt by bringing our troops back home to defend and protect Australia in our hour of need.

 

 

Well, that’s my mum’s story of the “Kokoda Track” told. It has permeated our Family History. Just one example is that my eldest child, my mum’s first grandchild, has “done the Track” twice already. You can read a little about this here.

I reckon this story is but one example of how ur individual Family History is passed on. Some take it up and are totally focussed. Others confirm it in but in different ways. Always the truth will live on and I finish this post by re- focussing on those brave young boys of the 39th Battalion.

On Kokoda Remembered, it’s written that:

“When the last Japanese beachead at Sananada fell in January 1943, the 39th mustered only 7 officers and 25 other ranks. The RMO considered some of these unfit for the next day’s march to Dobodura Airfield. Higher authority refused a vehicle for them, providing transport only for stragglers who should fall out on the march. But in the 39th marchers didn’t fall out, so they all marched, all the way-for some a long torture on the verge on unconsciousness that only pride and the solicitious support of their mates made endurable. Pale, silent and sweating under the fierce sun, they toiled in the wake of truck loads of of cheering, fresh-looking ‘stragglers’; and at last they straightened up to march at attention across the airfield. When an amazed bystander exclaimed ‘What mob’s this?’ he was ignored except by my second-in-command at the end of the line who barked: This is not a mob! This is the 39th!

 

For resources just “click” on the links already provided. Cheers, Catherine.

Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. “Seeking Susan ~Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family