You know how it is, you’re having a conversation with someone, the topic changes and you’re left behind. That’s when you need a back up memory aka someone to remind you of the things you’ve forgotten
One minute I’m chatting to my next sister about what life in India must have been like during the late 1800s for our Gt Grandparents – John Joseph Patrick Doyle and Jane Muir.
Even with the ‘perks’ a soldier of his rank (colour sgt) would have had, the climate and environment would have been something neither would have encountered before. Likewise for many of the ordinary rank soldiers who would have been going on patrol up country.
Then a short while later we are talking about hop picking. For a few years during the late 1940s/ early 1950s we lived in Cosham Hampshire – Dad had been posted away and Mum was always looking for ways to earn some extra pennies. I could remember during the summer school holidays travelling on an old bus along with what seemed like every local woman and crying baby up Wymering Lane and over the nearby Portsdown Hill to huge fields full of enormous poles with vines hanging down. Then having to carry bags full of ‘stuff’ my mother deemed we needed for the day. Next sister sent me this old photo to remind me of the look and feel of the hop fields.
She remembers so many different things to me, mothers singing in the bus, primus stoves and enamel tea pots, green coloured flasks with corks in the top, door stop sandwiches (no sliced bread). Being allowed to get dirty, running amok amongst the tall hop poles barefooted or in the previous years gutties with the toes cut out…..because our feet had grown and there was no spare cash to buy new ones. You can tell from those memories who was the younger one with less responsibilities!
Lots of laughter because when she mentioned gutties – I thought she said putties and had returned to soldiers in India😊
No, she said, those canvas shoes we wore during the summer. They made your feet sweat and we had to clean them outside with some pastey white stuff. Blanco I told her, made the laces go stiff and the white stuff used to come off, floating in the air like a fine dust
But weren’t they called Sand Shoes? Gym Shoes? Plimsolls?. No, Dad called them Gutties, something else I’d forgotten. That’s what they’re called in Northern Ireland
I showed her the photo of me in my white shoes and seeing the dress she had on she remarked (once again) how she’d never forgotten how she had to wear my old clothes. So I had to remind her about no extra cash and everything being passed on. There don’t seem to be any photos to prove otherwise but we think our little sister also wore the same dress one summer a few years later. Sadly she is no longer with us to say yay or nay🙁
Not the shoes tho’ – they’d had the toes cut out so we could get another summer’s ’round the house or playing in the street’ wear out of them
You know, all these years later I still wear some form of those white canvas shoes during the summer. Perfect for round the house or down the beach.
No need for all that messy white stuff these days – I just chuck them in the washing machine and hang them on the line to dry and if the toes wear through, no worries, they’ll be right for gardening the next year
What memories have you relived recently. ~ ~ ~ ~ I see no wrong in admitting you’ve forgotten something – to me being reminded in some circumstances makes the memory fresh again
Wish ~ desire or hope for something to happen. If wishes were fishes we’d all swim in riches!
A winter wish from a few years ago!
Two photos taken in the very early 1950s came to light the other day and a whole lot of emotions bubbled up to surface – some good some not so good
Plus the word Wish….
I would have been about 9 in the first one – it was a happy day. My grandad from Belfast had come over on the boat to visit us in England and an uncle plus his family were there also. I had on a new dress and remember wishing I could wear it every day and that Grandad didn’t have to go back home.
As we were growing up there were times when my sister would wish she didn’t have to wear ‘cast offs’ with turned up hems. She would never accept the fact that as much as she wished otherwise, it wasn’t my fault I was growing out of clothes, she was growing as well, money didn’t grow on trees and she was next in line – as you can see.
You never get anything by wishing, my mother was fond of saying. Hard work and determination is what’s needed!,
That was my mother, wearied from the war years, the one I wished would love me more than the sister she gave my clothes to. If she loved me, she wouldn’t have got angry and cut (chopped) my hair off with her big scissors. I remember squealing and shouting as she brushed it one morning, trying to untangle the knots before it was plaited for school, all the time saying to me ‘I wish you would be quiet and stand still’ Oh how I wished I’d done as I was told that day – my mother was no hairdresser and I went to school that morning looking a bit – odd
It’s strange that all these years later I’m reflecting on this and wishing things had turned out differently – my mother and I never got on, my sister continued to get my ‘cast offs, I never grew my hair long, Grandad went away back across the Irish Sea and I only got to see him 3 more times.
Oh, but listen to this, my sister still wears ‘cast offs’ – chosen very carefully with a good eye for what will suit her – from ‘Green Boutiques’ (aka charity shops)😊
And….. the beach with a hammock turned up on Green Island Qld back in 2009……..still looking for the winning lotto ticket though 😊
Are you a dreamer hoping your wishes come true? ~ ~ or more like my mother ~ ~ who thought wishes were pointless?
It would appear I’m still as daft as ever. Remember that old saying – measure twice cut once. Meaning double check before you do anything. Spotlight had wool on special. The brand I use for charity knits has a standard range of colours so I just pick up the colours I know I can work with and am happy to knit. Many balls of Royal Blue went into my basket
After finishing the back of the cable jumper I had the plain sleeves done in no time at all……then took a break, working on something else instead.
On to the front with a new ball…..initially thinking the yarn didn’t feel the same but it had come out of the same bag and was the same colour so carried on knitting. After several pattern repeats (4 x 8 rows x 94 stitches!) I looked at the ball band…….oops, it was a different dye lot number. When there are sales, supplies are topped up continuously and a few from a different dye lot must have still been in the bin In my haste I obviously hadn’t checked each one properly before going to the cash register.
So……. I have looked and looked in various lights and can’t see any visible difference, but just in case, have decided that as the back and front are the same up up to the armholes, what I’m knitting now will be the back, where it’ll be less obvious. The already finished ‘back’ has been unraveled down to armholes and I’ll knit it up as the front.
And ‘why don’t you leave it as it is’ remarked a friend, ‘who’s going to know’ Me, I replied!
Another ‘done it again’ moment a few weeks ago saw me agreeing to ‘make up the numbers’ and join another book club. It wasn’t until later and some info arrived I realised this wasn’t going to be as casual as my other one. No ‘tell us what you read’ chat over a cup of coffee…..this one is ‘we all read the same book the library provides then discuss it’ coffee comes afterwards. Too late to back out – this month’s book is Tourmaline by Australian author Randolph Stow published 1963.
Tourmaline is an isolated Western Australian mining town – a place of heat and dust, as allegorical as it is real. Out of the desert staggers a young diviner, Michael Random, offering salvation to this parched town. The once comatose community is indeed stirred to life, by hate as much as by love, and its people find salvation neither in water nor gold.
It’s turning out not to be a read and devour hour after hour book. It’s a bit of a slog more like. After noting all the characters and working out how they relate to each other I’m having to take it a few pages at a time to actually get the gist of the storyline…breaks/changes of scene written into the quite shortish chapters make it a bit easier …. You know, they say nothing ventured nothing gained, try something new and different- this book is certainly something new and different – surprisingly I’m actually enjoying it. Hopefully when the time comes I’ll remember what it was all about😊
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it’s Wednesday – the day Kat hosts ‘Unraveled Wednesday ‘ …….that’s where you’ll find lots of knitting (and reading) to admire and think about.
And Wednesday is also the day to look out for Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse ….. you’ll find much to interest you there
Someone else had a birthday a couple of weeks ago so we took the train ‘up to town’ on a Sunday and enjoyed our first time at the theatre in goodness knows how long. A second time of seeing ‘Come from Away’, (catching it before it closes this Melbourne season and moves on up to Sydney) and we enjoyed it as much as the first time in 2019. Reminders of a couple of visits to Newfoundland a few years ago now but still fresh in our memories.
Smiles at seeing the tv masts from the station at Mooroolbark, smiles at being back in the lovely little heritage listed Comedy Theatre with its chandelier type lighting and a bar down there on the lower level right next to the stalls. There was a brolly and a mask in my bag, plus a small book to read on the train – after all the rain we’ve had I was glad I didn’t need the brolly after all but I did use the mask. Too many people all close together with about 2/3rds of them maskless. Everyone seemed to have a phone though!
Smiles at seeing travellers on suburban lines in masks, I can’t remember seeing any on the country V/Line trains (or dedicated platforms) when I took the lower photo at (don’t make me say it) Southern Cross Station back in April. It will always be Spencer Street Station to me. There are times I wished we lived ‘out of town’ – compared to the comfort of the country trains the comfort (??) of suburban stock is nil.
Tuesday (25th) the heavens opened and we had floods out here in the eastern suburbs. Our back garden was like a swimming pool and (once again) the kitchen skylight decided to leak. I keep telling The Golfer there’s a reason I don’t get rid of all those old towels – although if this keeps up we’re going to have to invest in a new skylight.
Thursday under cloudy grey skies and a wet windscreen we drove out past the vineyards (old and new) and into the Valley again – this time The Golfer wanted to enjoy a light lunch at his second home because……
……as a member he gets a free one plus a tiddly little cake to celebrate 🎂🍷…..
Drove home from Healesville in pouring rain, hoping there wouldn’t be water on the floor Needed the bucket later in the evening so looks like we definitely need a new one.
Anyway Friday, dodging the showers I went to the gym leaving him looking a little lost – with all the rain the course is just a bit too waterlogged and once again nobody else wanted to play – I’ll be fine, he said, I’ve got this new book to read. Ink Black Heart – Robert Galbraith 1400 pages – that’ll keep me going for a while.
Big smiles when I walked past the court area – all set up for our next crop of Olympic gymnasts. Mats and beams, and bars and springboards – reminders of sessions at school all those years ago with a vaulting box and pommel horse.
(There’s a floor to ceiling net along the walkway to the gym door – saves any injuries from wayward basket/netballs. I took one snap from a corner then had to wriggle the camera around the holes to get the full on ones)
Well that was last week – this past week has been quieter with a few surprises…. Which I’ll leave for another time
Don’t Forget – if you want to see it best……Click/ tap or finger slide to enlarge
Towards the end of last year, because of ‘you know what’, there were still difficulties obtaining interstate border passes which meant we stayed longer in Queensland, enjoying some other towns along the way. In this post last November I mentioned an exhibition we went to in Mackay…..(well The Golfer was persuaded to come along – or choose the option of sitting in the car while I sauntered round for an unknown length of time). I’ll be the first to admit it wasn’t his cup of tea but he did come in and have a look around.
Aircraft museums – Art galleries = give and take. Happy wife – Happy life 😊
This is a little bit more of what we saw – just a few things that took my fancy. The wall plates explain the displayed works – I’ve added some bio info about the indigenous artists that you might be interested in – to see more detail don’t forget to Click/ tap or finger slide to enlarge. (Please note there are photos of deceased artists on some of these links.)
Style – a form of appearance, design or production. source
Most of my knitting these days is for the baby & toddler programme of a local charity but recently they’ve been asking for larger sizes – so I’m looking through this pattern book and this caught my eye.
It’s one I’ve made a couple of times previously in a 2yr size – described as ‘a child’s jumper with yoke patterning front and back’
I found it a ‘relatively easy knit’, the shape reminded me of a fisherman’s Gansey. Patterned yoke, drop sleeves, straight up and down.
And the instructions are available in sizes up to 8yrs 😊
(Use of the word jumper (or other options such as “pullover” and “jersey“) is largely determined by the regional version of English used. In the case of Ireland, Britain and Australia, “jumper” is the standard word, “jersey” is used in South Africa whereas “sweater” is mainly found in tourist shops and in North America. The word used in Irish is geansaí (“guernsey”).Source)
There’s just one problem – one that probably only I see – my plain stocking stitch knitting is becoming very uneven. And there’d be an awful lot of it to be seen on a four/six year old sized jumper 🙁
Sometimes I’ve used other stitches or cables to ‘cover part of the ground’ but that doesn’t always work. Remember how uneven the fronts of those little shirts were…..
I’m not sure why, it was the same brand yarn I’ve used before. Of course it’s possible my hands are losing their grip/strength and I’m getting sloppy in the way I hold the needles so that’s something I’ll have to work on.
I think I might have found the answer to my dilemma
Do what I’ve done before
Knit Aran style or similar
No (or very little) stocking stitch to worry about
Here’s a couple from my collection – vintage now, fashionable when I bought them!
“A captivating and magical story set in 1930s Malaysia about a dancehall girl and an orphan boy who are brought together by a series of unexplained deaths and an old Chinese superstition about men who turn into tigers.”
Much writing about customs superstition expats life in Malaya Brought back memories of life as expats during the 1960s when we lived in that part of the world.
Oh and I have a rather nice Royal Blue waiting in the wings That’d be the big boxes in the garage 😊 I’ll keep you posted ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
(Sometimes through a dirty windscreen – sometimes at about 100km an hour 😎)
We left Bowen driving south and said goodbye to cane fields at Proserpine with the little ‘cane train’ railway that runs across the road and where the mill (like others in the area) was working non stop processing the harvest.
Had what (at first glance) looked like a very ordinary curry for dinner Never doubt the talent of pub staff of Indian origin – local beef plus spices Delicious!
Drove off early the next morning, waving to the ‘bull’ on the roundabout. See ya next year!
We crossed rivers and creeks – some with water because of recent heavy rains…..some still dry….but waiting until the wet arrives further north later in the year and the water runs south when they and the nearby floodplains will fill.
And it’s that annual flooding rain (plus the flooding caused by recent La Niña events) as well as the constant heavy road transport vehicles (Road Trains) that has cause ‘pothole hazards’. Reasonably easy to see and hopefully manoeuvre safely around in daylight (not good for your car if you don’t) almost invisible at night or worse still downright dangerous when covered in water.
We found the overtaking lane round the corner where we ‘dutifully’ didn’t speed up but let others pass……
Including this big brute further down the road – not that we’d have much option where he was concerned 😟
Lots of other ‘big things’ moving along the road…..as well as….. well, we’re not sure where this one was trying to go – the shredded tyre tells the tale! (Nobody hurt and luckily no stock on board)
My last fish ‘n chip pub meal for a while I think – you can only have so much of a good thing. My water was served in a very ‘posh’ crystal looking glass 😊
Another early morning start, a goodbye wave at the Gunsynd statue in the border town of Goondiwindi – then across into NSW.
Where for most of the day it was All Change 🙁☔️
Nothing to see but rain until late in the day when we found a rainbow!
And guess what greeted us the next morning ……yes, more of the same😊
A dreary drive made better by ☕️ & 🍰 at the Tocumwal Pavilion across from the river
Then it was over the Murray and into Victoria. (I was driving so no photos – the river was the highest I’ve ever seen it) Things changed, became brighter so by lunchtime we had blue skies and fields of gold
No matter where we’ve been or how long we’ve been away I always have a little smile when this view at a roundabout near Yarra Glen appears. It means we’re nearly home! Just another 20km to go! The tv masts on the hills are those very same ones I can see from another angle – much closer to home – from my little library 2km from home 😊
For the next few days we thought Spring had arrived – the sun shone, it was pleasantly warm and a lot of the garden plants thought so too. The clocks changed – happy summer days are on their way!
Unfortunately the weather had other ideas……it’s back to wind cheaters and tracky dacks round the house plus brollies at the ready if I venture out! This was the forecast yesterday when I was putting this together. Warm clothing still needed. Come on Spring…it’s nearly November- come out come out wherever you are!
(Please don’t think my whinging about the weather here in Victoria doesn’t mean I’m not thinking about those in other states who are once again ‘living with heavy rain storms and possible flooding’. It must feel like living in a war zone with the prospect of more destruction coming their way….and – rightly or wrongly- we have been led to believe – not much help coming from governments.)
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Linked to Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse – you’ll find many interesting blogs there. Perhaps you’d like to join in as well.
“Why do you always go to the same beach?” I was asked not long ago. There are other little bays close by – why don’t you go to any of the others?
See the red dot – that’s where we are staying. Travel 2.5km east (right) and that’s where Rose Bay is. Travel east, round the corner, then north a little and you’ll get to Horseshoe Bay (which is the place that person was alluding to)
Yes it’s a lovely little bay – I can vouch for that – but to me it’s an ‘adults only’ bay. I’ve only ever seen adults there – it has a certain appeal to older adults who congregate there en masse in winter – year after year after year.
It was early morning when I took these and the ‘line up’ had already begun. By mid morning those chairs will have almost covered the sands, the car park and cafe will be chockablock. Claims have been staked – the chairs will remain there all day long!
I’ll tell you a little story:- I went there one year – one of the early years (2009) when we first started coming up here (before I’d discovered Rose Bay) – picked a spot under the trees on the left hand side, got comfortable in my chair, reading a book, enjoying the fresh air, not really looking at what was going on – after a while I realised others had set up a line of chairs beside me. A woman was walking up and down in front of me pointing to where I was sitting and I could hear the others saying (quite loudly) ‘she was here when we arrived’. Yes, you’re right – I’d placed my chair where she usually put hers….. and she was not happy at all. I came away and left them to it. (I’ve actually heard of people being asked to move – ‘you’re in my spot’ – that’s how possessive some of them are)
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So, I replied, why would I go there when I could to another place – a quiet place
WHERE…. Sometimes I have company — Sometimes not
WHERE…. Grandmas can paddle in a rockpool while keeping an eye on young charges Fishermen in wet suits stride from the water clutching a harpoon and net Young lovers have room to walk and talk. Young men do what many young men do on beaches – try to impress the girls. (the young men and the ‘girls’/women came down from the caravan park round the corner favoured by young backpackers)
WHERE…. Saturdays are family days – days for teaching children about the ocean. Mums and Aunties come down…..with paddle boards, kayaks and canoes. Dads and Uncles do their share of baby minding – taking pushers to the waterline so the youngest ones can enjoy a ‘paddle’ and appreciate the ocean in their own way
A special place indeed. (where my photos are taken from a distance) ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
It’s really early Monday morning, (I’m about to press publish so fingers crossed it posts) after a warmish night a second cup of tea will be very welcome. This is our last week here but I’m not sure how much time I’ll be spending at my special place…….after all those weeks of cooler than usual weather, things have changed and this was last night’s forecast for the rest of the week! I think I hear the sound of the air con at the library calling😊
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I’m linking to Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse – you’ll find many interesting blogs there. Perhaps you’d like to join in as well.
There’s more to me than a pair of knitting needles!
That was an expression used by a friend I had in England many years ago. I met her at a ‘mum’s and babes’ group and marvelled at the knitting she produced. However it seemed in a previous life before she married she had been a plain clothes policewoman, now dissatisfied with her present life (…..”reduced to nursing a baby and clicking knitting needles”….) she certainly let everyone know where she’d been and what she’d done.
So to prove that I can do more than knit I’ve managed to read several books in the last couple of weeks😊 My aim for these last few weeks we’re here has been at least a book a week, meaning I had to finish the ‘backlog of 3 by the bed’ before I could start the two new library ones
David Baldacci introduces a new character in Zero Day (the first in a now 10+yr old series of 5 books) John Puller, who could be called an army special agent investigator, sent to rural Virginia to look into ‘an unusual death’ he meets up with Samantha Cole a local police detective and the story unfolds from there. This was an impulse ‘pick off the shelf’ from the library. I enjoyed it – a pick it up – put it down – and pick it up again – to get to the end as soon as possible sort of book. A great way to pass a couple of wet windy days.
Linda Fairstein hadn’t been on my reading list before – this was a find on the ‘drop & swap’ shelf in the laundry. Final Jeopardy is her first novel about Alexandra Cooper, a sex crimes prosecutor (there’s about 20 in the series now) so I got in on the ground floor as the saying goes. Friend is killed, she becomes involved and then is a target as well. I’m not a picky reader (will read anything and everything) but to me this seemed a bit humdrum. I might see if I can find others and try again. Other readers love her so maybe I should have another go.
David Mark’s Dark Winter was also another I plucked from the libary shelf. Some days I go there with nothing in mind and just take something for the heck of it – not sure if I should be more organised or not. Anyway this is his first novel about Aector McAvoy (10 in total now) – a policeman living in Hull, not the most glamorous city in Yorkshire but one that had a serial killer on the loose. I became really engrossed in the story as it unfolded just before Christmas (Christmas in the book not real life Christmas lol) – 3 deaths that seemed unrelated till right at the very end. And yes I did guess the killer but not the way he was involved. He had vaguely crossed my mind sometime or another and it was only when it became apparent who it was I remembered my thought about that character lol
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Did I knit over the past couple of weeks – well, sort of 😊
I got fed up with the fawn shirt, then remembered I brought some half finished items with me – aiming to finish at least one. These rather crumpled looking pieces of green (which when finished will be a matinee coat looking like the pink top left corner) will be going home looking very much like they did on the way up. I reworked one of the sleeves then put the pieces back on the big stitch holder…..guess who forgot the very long needles to use for the yoke 😟
SO…..if you aren’t just pretty face and there’s more to you than meets the eye would you like to tell me what you’ve been up to ????
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I’m linking to Wednesday’s Words & Pics hosted by Denyse – you’ll find many interesting blogs there. Perhaps you’d like to join in as well.
Oh, and why don’t you pop over to see Kat…….She’s hosting Unraveled Wednesday a great place where you’ll find lots of knitting (and reading)
How strange that the first day of our Winter (June 1) was a Wednesday and here we are at the last day (August 31) and it’s also a Wednesday!
Day1 at home in Victoria was the day we went for a drive in the rain (https://cranethie.com/2022/06/02/winter-day-1/) – I’m not sure how today will pan out but yesterday (Day90) here outside my little cabin in Queensland it was also wet!
Unlike Day1 when he didn’t play – on Day90 The Golfer decided maybe it wouldn’t be that bad…..it was the Veterans afternoon and ‘we can’t let the side down’ so just after lunch, waterproofs and brolly at the ready he headed out.
By early afternoon it was coming down in bucket loads
And had turned cool – well much cooler than it had been😌
But certainly nothing like it was at home!
Me – well I gathered up my blanket (to keep my toes warm) new library books latest knitting project, parked myself on the bed and settled down to enjoy an afternoon doing as I like on my own
He was home just after 4pm……a little wet and a bit subdued. Still doesn’t enjoy playing in the rain so didn’t stop for a drink in the club house…..something he usually enjoys (reliving the game with all and sundry😊)
Me – well I was comfy so suggested he might like pop down and get pizza for dinner!. Thanks for your suggestions I’ll think about doing something with those egg plants another day ! ~ ~ ~ ~