MUSICAL MONDAY: Teenage memories and rebellion…

One of the greatest, and most unexpected, joys of blogging has to be the friends you meet along the way whom tell the most amazing of stories which often trigger your own memories. The fun in the sharing is incomparable.

One such person is J.G. Burdette and her blog “Map of Time” which is such a joy, bringing to me so much new information and especially friendship, compassion and understanding… along with a goodly measure of laughter and good “old fashioned” fun.

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J.G’s most recent post is re: the Sinking of the Bismarck, which I recommend you read and can be accessed HERE.

Whilst reading J.G’s account of the sinking of the Bismarck significant moments, during my teenage years, came flooding back.  The song of the sinking, by Johnny Horton, kept ringing in my ears and I could see our old/ family home at 34 New Street, Queenstown, South Australia. There, in the lounge room, were my three brothers and I parading around, maybe pretending to be the “drummers” or marching or punching the air… or whatever.  What we were doing was having a jolly good time as we shouted out the words:

“…and we’ve gotta sink the Bismarck ‘cos the world depends on US!!!”

J.G’s fun reply to my comment, on her Blog, took me back to YouTube and to the most memorable song of all during those heady, fun and joyous years of my youth… The Battle of New Orleans“, also sung by Johnny Horton, of the USofA.

Happens that this tune has the same rousing “drum beat”, which we loved, but an additional attraction was that  it raised the ire of my dad who would often declare…

“I’m BRITISH… and PROUD OF IT!!!”…

So, being typical teenagers… my brothers and I enjoyed playing “The Battle of New Orleans” as loud as loud could be and especially raucously singing  words such as:

“… and we beat the BLOODY BRITISH, in a town in New Orleans!!!”

Oh, deary me… my poor dad. Teenage rebellion, of that type, must have been very difficult to swallow. Anyway, I’m laughing cos I’ve been “paid back” in spades by the small rebellious behaviours of my own three children.

Happens that Johnny Horton also released a British Version which didn’t appeal to my three brothers, and I, at all.

Thanks for bringing back the memories J.G… and especially  enabling me to share this particular part of our “Family Story” with the descendants.

Of course… as I’ve matured my heart is sad and so sorry for all those courageous men, of the German Navy, who battled on so fiercely, bravely and with great loyalty to their country. May they all forever R.I.P. and may the killing stop and the whole world find a way to live together peacefully.

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

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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

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY: … of laundries, yummy food and journeys

THINKING - baby.cartoonThinking… navel gazing… reflecting… call it what you will, I love it!

From the time I was “knee high to a grasshopper” I have always wondered WHY? … asked endless questions and no doubt driven those around me nearly crazy, which is probably why I’d sometimes got infuriating answers like:

* It’s  a wig- wam for a goose’s bridle.
* That’s for me to know and for you wonder about. * Just because…

As this blog is my legacy to my descendants, I’ve decided to start up “Thoughtful Thursday” posts to share some of the thoughts which have engaged me.  Maybe other readers will enjoy them too and maybe had similar thoughts?

ManyThanks to Cindy Freed, of “Genealogy Circle” for this idea.  Just click HERE to enjoy Cindy’s Thursday thoughts…

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Apologies for being so slow off the mark this week. Be assured that it’s not because I’ve not been having “thoughts” but that maybe my brain has got a bit over- loaded with too much thinking 😀 … NOT REALLY, I’ve just been consumed with heaps of very re-warding family history research.

A haunting issue for me, for the past couple of weeks, has been the matter of “The Magdalene Laundries”.  I first read, in the “Irish Central”, about how Irish girls/women were incarcerated in Convents and became unpaid slaves. Many died there.

Magdalene tombstones

Here are just a few of the posts:

http://www.irishcentral.com/news/2000-Irish-children-were-illegally-adopted-in-US-from-Magdalene-Laundries-189789961.html
http://bocktherobber.com/2010/07/the-magdalene-laundries/
http://bocktherobber.com/2013/02/enda-kenny-apologises-to-magdalene-victims/

Of course it wasn’t just in Ireland that this abuse was being perpetrated but as far as the reaches of the Catholic Church… and that is worldwide.

I think that what horrified me most of all was to discover that “The Pines” convent, here in South Australia, was a Magdalene Laundry. I’d driven past is so often and thought of it as such a beautiful, calm and caring place. The abuse only ended there when the “laundry” was shut down in the mid 1970’s. The last, in Ireland, was closed in 1995… so this is not Ancient History.

Magdalene Laundries.Martyn Turner cssrtoon. Irish Times 20Feb2013

However, be assured that not all my thinking is taken up with issues of social justice, history etc.  I also have an absurd passion for collecting recipes… many of which I never cook.  This one, in particualr, took my fancy this week. French Onion soup with caramalised onions and gooey melted chees… yum yum yum

French Onion Soup with Stringy Melted Cheese

http://www.closetcooking.com/2010/10/french-onion-soup.html

Finally, my Irish heart loves this story about how an Irishman influenced Columbus to take his voyage and discover America.

Christopher+Columbus and the Irish connection.

http://www.irishcentral.com/roots/The-forgotten-voyager—the-story-of-an-Irishman-who-discovered-America-and-inspired-Columbus-voyages-192547931.html

I wonder what it is that will be grabbing my attention over the coming week and what it is that fascinates you?…

Asking questions

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

Geneabloggers

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As the first Anniversary of “Seeking Susan~Meeting Marie~Finding Family” is fast approaching I’m so pleased that my Family Stories are now going out to a wider audience via Geneabloggers.

My Ancestors certainly deserve to have their lives, endeavours, trials & tribulations, bravery, joys and sorrows recognised and honoured in this way. Thankyou
Thomas McEntee for establishing Geneabloggers and enabling us all to delight in the stories of other families.

To read about other new Genealogy Blogs featured this week, just click on the link below.

http://geneabloggers.com/genealogy-blogs-january-12-2013/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+Geneabloggers+%28GeneaBloggers%29

Cheerio for now… Catherine.

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Copyright © 2013. Catherine Crout-Habel.

Illuminating Blogger Award

It was a huge surprise to find that Pauline, of History Across the Seas, nominated my Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family” blog for the “Illuminating Blogger Award”.  I’m still amazed, humbled and delighted

The reason I started the blog was simply as a means of passing on my knowledge, of our Ancestors, to my adored and adorable Children and Grandchildren. Figured I had to do something to stop their beautiful eyes glazing over whenever I started to “wax lyrical”, yet again, about my latest find/ discovery/ new lead etc. Was a huge surprise to discover that others were interested in my reflections, rememberings and researching.

Thankyou Pauline and many thanks also to the huge number of on-line blogging colleagues for your support and encouragement as I’ve bumbled my way through this new experience called “blogging”, for 5 months now.

My immediate task is to select 6 blogs to nominate for the “Illuminating Blogger Award”. A tough call when there are so many deserving people who’ve enriched my life by their very thoughts and then their words projected into “cyberspace”.  Thankyou all.

My nominations are:

 “A Hundred Years Ago” ~ every day I look for Sheryl’s latest post of her Grandmother’s Diary. Miss Helena Muffly, I feel that I know you and it’s such a joy to read your “Middle Aged grandaughters comments 100 years later”. Maybe one day we’ll work out what “gigger-me-rows” are, eh? 🙂 Thanks to you too Sheryl for your researching of life as it was 100 years ago and all the info about life on a farm both in days gone bye and today.

“Ancestor Chasing” ~  Kerryn’s writing resonates within every fibre of my being. Maybe it’s because we share a common Irish/ Scottish/ Australian heritage? Then there’s also that shared/ growing knowledge of the AIF. Thanks Kerryn… your writing comforts me and increases my under standing 100 fold.

Lisa Hannett’s Blog is one that also gives me great pleasure. Lisa is a young Canadian born, naturalised Australian now residing in South Australia, who writes the most amazing “Speculative Fiction” and is receiving accolades/ awards for her work. However did she manage to complete her PhD thesis and tutor others whilst continuing to write short stories and finalising her first book? Lisa’s “Tuesday Therapy” blogs provide ongoing encouragement for all writers. I suck up every word.  

“Digging up the Ancients”  ~ a blog I enjoy and not just because of its name, which I so love …nor Lynda Crackett’s, and my, shared enjoyment of “alliteration” but because not only does Lynda provide lots of links to a variety of resources but also shares her growing knowledge of working with blogging technology. Thanks Lynda.

“Reconciliation Australia Blog”  ~ is a blog that’s just recently come into my orbit and am so looking forward to having the time to read back through the posts. I love that it’s “chocka block full” of wonderful shared family stories which are so “readable” as well as such positive thinking about ways to help heal our Nation. A blog I strongly recommend.

“Stumbling Through the Past”  ~ resonates with me on many levels, lights up my world and confirms so many of my deeply held and dearly felt beliefs. Yvonne Perkins writes about: books, education, teaching reading, women’s history, indigenous Australians, to name just a few. Yvonne locates this all within her Academic knowledge/growing learning of History with an M.O. of collaboration and the sharing of knowledge. If this appeals to you be sure to check out this blog. 

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If you’ve been nominated and choose to accept my nomination … the rules of the award are straightforward:

  1. The nominee should visit the award site (http://foodstoriesblog.com/illuminating-blogger-award/) and leave a comment indicating that they have been nominated and by whom. (This step is so important because it’s the only way that we can create a blogroll of award winners).
  2. The Nominee should thank the person that nominated them by posting & including a link to their blog.
  3. The Nominee should include a courtesy link back to the official award site (http://foodstoriesblog.com/illuminating-blogger-award/) in their blog post.
  4. Share one random thing about yourself in your blog post.
  5. Select at least five other bloggers that you enjoy reading their illuminating, informative posts and nominate them for the award. Many people indicate that they wish they could nominate more so please feel free to nominate all your favorites.
  6. Notify your nominees by leaving a comment on their blog, including a link to the award site (http://foodstoriesblog.com/illuminating-blogger-award/).

OH!!!… Just remembered I need share one unknown fact about me.

Well, back in the days when I was young and sprightly I was a “Foundation Member” of the South Australian National Ballet Company. It was an “amateur” company in that we were unpaid and did it for the love of Dance. Proud to have been involved in amazing initiatives like: bringing ballet to school children and performing “Swan Lake on the Lake” at the first South Australian Festival of Arts… and yes it was indeed “on a lake”… in that we danced on a raft moored on the banks of the River Torrens in Adelaide, South Australia, with “Mother Nature” herself as the backdrop.

Beautiful, innovative, creative etc., indeed!!! However, ever tried to dance on an unstable surface like a raft? … Ever stood waiting for your music cue with the “stage” rocking and the dark waters looming before you? … Ever found that “cramp” had seeped through your pink satin “pointe shoes” making movement all but impossible when the music cue finally came.  HA HA HA…. Was certainly not the end of the world and just another part of life’s rich tapestry, which makes me smile with the remembering. 

My own particular “swan song” was as “the bird” in “Peter and the Wolf”. Below is a photo of one of our rehearsals which appeared in the South Australian “News”, circa 1963.

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

Merry Month of May – Music Meme

Some of my earliest childhood memories are of mum singing as she went about her daily work, always with a song on her lips and a tune in her heart.  So, it’s with great pleasure that I take up Pauline’s “Merry Month of May Music Meme”.

It’s been fun reflecting and writing about “My first live concert” and “Music to get married by” … now I’ll enjoy working through the entire list, proposed by Pauline, and then reading the reflections of others. 🙂

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(1)   Song(s)/Music from your childhood: The Littlest Angel,  Little White Bull, Where Will The Baby’s Dimple Be?, Davy Crockett, Little Blue Coupe, Rawhide, Ghost Riders in the Sky, the Naughty Lady of Shady Lane.

(2)   Song(s)Music from your teenage years:Rock Around the Clock, Blue Suede Shoes, Jailhouse Rock, Little Bear, Peppermint Twist, Good Golly Miss Molly, Flaming Star, Wooden Heart, Coming Down With Love, Rock a Billy, Blowin’ in the Wind, Lemon Tree, We’re All Going on a Summer Holiday, and lots more… 

(3)   First live concert you attended: Johnny O’Keefe Show… The 2nd and last teenage concert I went to was the Beatles

(4)   Songs your parents sang along to:  Dad: only 2 that I remember.. “The Naughty Lady of Shady Lane & Cock of the North” (opening words only… when he played it on the piano). Mum sang all the time…  My favourite was “Hi Lilly Hi Lilly Hi Lo” which she sang so beautifully and with such feeling.   

 (5)   Song(s)/Music your grandparents sang/played: Don’t remember Grandpa ever singing but he used to whistle tunelessly through his teeth. My youngest son, who never knew my Grandfather, whistles EXACTLY like him 🙂  ~~~  Nana died when I was very young & only remember her being ill but mum used to tell me how Nana would rock my eldest brother to sleep, singing “What will we do with a Drunken Sailor” and one time she rocked so hard the chair, Nana & the baby ended up backwards on the floor.

(6)   Did your family have sing-a-longs at home or a neighbours: Mum used to buy copies of the “Boomerang Song Book” every time a new one came out and she and I would learn the words of all the new songs and sing to our hearts content.  Sometimes my brothers would join in. For years, every Christmas Eve, mum & I would sit out the front and sing Christmas Carols for hours.  My mum, my girlfriend and her mum (Margaret & Mrs Jordan) used to drive regularly from Adelaide to Mildura (to visit their “rellies’) and we’d sing all the way there and back.  My unanswered question still is: … what did “The Sergeant Major” DO after that second kiss???… they never would tell us but would just laugh their heads off …

(7)   Did you have a musical instrument at home:  Mum bought  a 2nd hand Pianola from a work colleague’s brother so I could learn to play and my brother who didn’t have the use of one arm could still be involved in the music making. She bought it on “Layby” and seemed to take forever for her to pay it off.  My eldest brother had a guitar. My youngest played piano and was very good at “Alley Cat”. Dad taught himself the Piano Accordian, mouth organ, piano. He used to play “the spoons” & graduated to a set of “bones” (yep real bones which I still have) Dad also made an apparatus for himself which would hold the Mouth Organ so he could play the Piano Accordian and the Mouth Organ at the same time…

(8)   What instruments do you play (if any): Piano very badly,  Irish Whistle reasonably OK… with tunes I know but takes a long while to learn them.  Bodhrán quite well and I love this best of all 🙂

(9)   What instruments do you wish you could play: Wish I could pay Piano & Irish Whistle properly…

(10)  Do do/did you play in a band or orchestra:  Used to play with “Celtic Music Club” which are a part of the “South Australian Irish Australian Association”. We’d play for a “Bush Dance” at club once a month, St Patricks Day and at various country festivals.  Also used to be one of the “musos” every Friday night at the Governor Hindmarsh Hotel.  It’s the companionship in the “making” of the music that’s the joy and I love the “protocols” when playing in such a group. e.g. who is permitted to initiate a tune etc…  

(11)  Do you/did you sing in a choir: Only at Primary School because I was forced to and used to get growled at for singing out of tune… so then I’d pretend to sing and get into trouble for that.  Was a bit of a no winner…

(12)  Music you fell in love to/with or were married to: “We’ll Build a World of Our Own” … also when hubby and I were first dating we went to see the movie “Dr Zhvago” and I loved “Lara’s Theme”. “My Guy” by Mary Wells – I used to go into the top room and play it REALLY loud at the time that mum was so critical of my boyfriend/ fiance who later became my husband.

(13)  Romantic music memories: A boyfriend was “lead guitarist” in a cover band for “The Shadows”.  My girlfriend’s boyfriend played “rhythm guitar”. We’d go to their concerts, sit at a table close to the band, carry their guitars & act very smug and superior when the other girls were “swooning”.  My excuse is that I was very young and I thought that was so so romantic. ha ha ha…

(14)  Favourite music genre(s): Folk Music, Country & Western, Celtic Music, Australian Bush Ballads.  I love the Bagpipes.

(15)  Favourite classical music:  Because I was a dancer… it’s Swan Lake, Giselle & Nutcracker Suite 

(16)  Favourite opera/light opera:  mmmhhh???

(17)  Favourite musical: Bye Bye Birdie, Cats, Jesus Christ Superstar

(18)  Favourite pop:  Don’t Worry Be Happy, Shuttupa ya Face, Pushbike Song,

(19)  Favourite world/ethnic: Celtic

(20)  Favourite jazz: Jazz does nothing for me at all

(21)  Favourite country or folk: So many it’s hard to pick but particularly like Johnny Cash; Ring of Fire, Walke the Line, Folsom Prison Blues. Also Peter, Paul & Mary… The Seekers

(22)  Favourite movie/show musical: South Pacific, Oklahoma, West Side Story,

(23)  Favourite sound tracks:  As above

(24)  What music do you like to dance to: Age & infirmity have curtailed my dancing but I’d dance to anything.   Earliest memory of music to dance to is “Sway”.  I was very tiny, dad would push back the kitchen table and he’d dance me around the highly polished lino floor with me standing on his feet.  This is how I learnt to dance. Mum & Dad were beautiful dancers.

(25)  What dances did you do as a teenager:  Started with jive and then moved with the trends… to the Twist, the Stomp etc. My three brothers & I would gather our friends & records and we’d regularly have “record parties” at various houses on a Saturday night. I used to wear out a pair of moccasins each night and it took hours to starch & iron the petticoats…  I also enjoyed “progressive dances” like “Military Two Step” and “Canadian ???” The “Duke of Erin” was another favourite but not many my age enjoyed those … and I also loved any sort of ballroom… the “old chaps” were the best to dance these with.  

(26)  Do you use music for caller ID on your mobile:  No

(27)  What songs do you use for caller ID:

(28)  What songs do your children like or listen to: Now they’re adult I can’t really say … as children “Aga Doo” was a particular favourite. Mr Clicketty Cane, Spaghetti Bolognaise, Alice the Camel .  Teenagers… Redgum, Uncanny Xmen, Cold Chisel, Abba were some of their favourites. My youngest Grandson adores “Celtic Thunder” and tells me Damien is his favourite.  Grandaughter is mad about “New Direction” … or is is “One Direction”??? … {chuckle}

(29)  Favourite live music concerts as an adult: Lord of the Dance, Cats

(30)  Silly music memories from your family:  Purple People Eater, A-hab the A-Rab, The Thing, The Battle of New Orleans, Itsy Bitsy Teen Weeny Yellow Polka Dot Bikini, My Old Man’s a Dustman, Does Your Chewing Gum Lose it’s Flavour on the Bedpost Overnight… are some of the tunes.  Silliest family fun thing was that we’d go to the “Drive-in Theatre” every Saturday and whilst waiting for it to get dark music would be played over the speakers. When “The Little Blue Coupe” was popular we used to take turns in beeping the car horn in time with “beep” in the lyrics. Loads of fun …

(31)  Silliest song you can think of: “The Thing” – just WHAT was it he found on the beach “that bright & sunny day” and couldn’t get rid of ??? …

(32)  Pet hate in music/singing:  None really, except neighbours playing really loud music early hours of the morning with “base” turned up SO high it makes my walls vibrate… grrr

(33)  A song that captures famiy history for you:  Bound for South Australia” and also “The Song of Australia”… then there are the songs like “Just a wee Deoch & Doras” which reflect my heritage.

(34)  If you could ony play 5 albumns (assume no iPolds or mp3) for the rest of your life what would they be: Songs of the Protest Era, Treasury of Australian Music (2 records), Hard Day’s Night, Oklahoma

(35)  Favourite artists (go ahead and list as many as you like):  Elvis Presley (but only in the early days), Roy Orbison, Petula Clerk, Rod Stewart, Abba, the Beatles, Dig Richards, Cliff Richard, Little Patty, Johnny O’Keefe, Cilla Black, Tommy Steele etc… 

Thanks Pauline… the remembering has been great fun.

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Fun with “The Purple People Eater”

Seems to me that after all the sadness of ANZAC Day, see:

Tribute to our ANZAC Diggers
The Solitary Battlefield
The ANZACS and the Vietnam War 

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

The Singer …

It was the late 1950’s and many thought mum (Kathleen Mary Allan Crout) rather odd. Why was Kathleen selling her sparkling “new fangled” electric sewing machine and replacing it with an old “treadlie”? …

“A method in her madness”, as they say.  Kathleen’s four children were growing and determined that they all learn to sew (including the three boys) a treadle machine was a necessity.  More manageable and far less dangerous, with the possibility of little fingers being pierced by sharp needles greatly reduced. 

Our sewing lessons began with an unthreaded machine and lined writing paper. Steadily following the lines, a smooth continuous movement, starting, stopping, lifting “the foot”, turning and repeating were the skills to be perfected … without drawing blood.

Next step:  filling the bobbin, inserting the spool, threading the machine, threading the needle, slowly lowering the needle and pulling the bottom thread up through the feeding hole, then triumpantly sliding the bottom plate shut … ahhh… such an achievement, such a delight!

The actual sewing almost paled into insignificance compared with the joy of mastering the required skills.

During our teenage years “stovepipe” jeans became the trend and two of my brothers became adept at “pegging” jeans… i.e. running another seam up the inside leg so they wrapped snugly around growing legs. “The boys” soon became famous for their “pegging skills” and it was not surprising, when wandering out through the lobby to the toilet, to come across one, or two, unknown hairy legged youths hanging around the sewing machine whilst one of my “bros” treadled busily away. A sight etched in my memory forever, probably only surpassed by that of my youngest brother lying in the bath, clad in his jeans to shrink them to the required degree of snugness, and dad nearly having an attack of apoplexy.

How I loved that sewing machine with it’s wrought iron treadle, oak cabinet, carving on the six drawers and a central drawer that tipped forward… along with precious memories.

When mum and dad sold the family home, and began getting rid of many of their belongings, I was living interstate and unable to lay claim to that beautiful machine.  My sister in law became the beneficiary and I’ve always had to avert my eyes when visiting.

Fossicking through “bits and bobs” last night I laughed out loud.  Missed out on the Singer, but have the “Instruction Book”.  Story of my life, it would seem … but laughing still, ‘cos just holding that little book in my hand brings all those childhood memories flooding back … far more precious than all the “Singers” in the world.

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

Green “Depression” Glass

My first foray into the world of EBay came today…  Winning  “the bid” I’m now the proud owner of a “Green’ Depression glass Cake Stand.  

Four small, simple items which bring great pleasure. 

The first, a Butter Container, I chanced upon when browsing the wonderful secondhand shops of Strathalbyn, South Australia, over two decades ago. Stopping off on a visit to mum and dad (Kathleen Mary Allan & Harry Scarborough Crout), at their retirement home in Goolwa, I acquired not only the butter dish but an aged/antique double bed.

Then came the vase, which had resided in the rear of our Staff Room cupboard, “since Adam was a boy”.  Some bright spark decided it needed to be binned.  Catherine to the rescue!  

Browsing for books in the local Salvation Army “Op Shop” there sat the beautiful Sandwich Tray willing to be noticed and acquired.  I obliged.

Looking at, touching and using everyday items in Green Depression glass flips me right back to my childhood.  To comforting memories of meals around the kitchen table, mum’s yummy cooking, grandpa’s antics, dad’s bursts of anger, food likes and dislikes and brother John’s sunburn which, much to mum’s horror, covered his entire body… not to mention the lidless tomato sauce bottle spraying its contents hither and thither.  The list is endless.   Throughout it all were those beautiful green glass containers, reflecting the beauty that was my childhood … my family.

Mum and Nana

Most likely they belonged to Nana (Elizabeth Mary Murray Evans Allan) and sat on my own mum’s kitchen table when she was young    for she was a child of “the Great Depression.”


(c) Copyright 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family

Two little girls…

Two little girls…

Two lonely graves…

                                                                                        Two grieving families…

 

Barbara Pauline THIELE
Born:  24 Sep 1893 – Mannum
Died:    3 Jan 1900 – Loxton

Youngest daughter of:
Johann (Friedrich) Wilhelm Thiele &
Auguste (Pauline) Bottroff

R.I.P.

                                  

 

Elisabeth Clara HABEL
Born:  17 Dec 1895
Died:  25 Jan 1898

Fourth child of:
Wilhelm Emil Habel &
Maria Mathilda Grosser

R.I.P.

 

 

 

LOXTON HABEL PRIVATE CEMETERY
HABEL’S BEND
South Australia, Australia

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