Saturday, June 29, 2013

Sepia Saturday 183: 29th June 2013 - Caves



The first picture in this post is one taken by my father of my mother standing and looking at the harbour of Polperro in Cornwall.  

This week's Sepia Saturday post is "grottoes, tunnels, caverns, potholes or mines".

I thought this would be easy peasy as in my youth we spent many happy holidays at the Blue Mountains and often trekked off to the Jenolan Caves.

But I have been through all my albums and am hard pressed to find any photos or postcards that give any indication of going to the caves.  We must have been too busy looking at the stalactites and stalagmites to be taking photos.  Remember if they are falling down they are stalactites - just like the tights I used to wear at school that I had to keep pulling up.

Then I thought some more and remembered how much I loved Enid Blyton's books in my youth...particularly The Secret of Spiggy Holes.  

Cover of Armada edition published 1965 - cover illustration by Mary Gernat
Originally published in 1940 it is the story of four children (Mike, Jack, Nora and Peggy) who go on holidays to Cornwall and are looked after by Miss Dimity while their parents go on a lecture tour to Ireland - as you do.

The book was terribly exciting - lots of boating and rising tides and midnight excursions.

The illustrations were not very sophisticated but they did the job.

Text illustrations by Dylan Roberts


You can imagine how excited I was when, at the age of ten, I got to go to Cornwall with my parents.

Here we are walking down the streets, exploring.



We loved this little place.  

I brought home a ship in a tiny dimpled bottle from this shop - long gone now I'm afraid.

Alex and Barb at the shell shop in Polperro 

Here is another picture that my father took nearby and I am sure that is a cave in the distance.  What do you think?

  
Anyway this was the best I could muster for today's exercise.

I did look in Arthur Mee's Children's Encyclopaedia for inspiration but could only find this in Volume 8 in an article about Spain.  Not much chop I know.


I looked on State Library of Queensland's website and was interested to see that there are caves at Moreton Island, Noosa Heads, Dunk Island, Chillagoe and Carnarvon Range.  I thought this photo was interesting in a kind of by the by way.  

William Cave - District Registrar Banana Shire  Clermont 1871- photographer J.W. Wilder
You can read about Mr Cave's appointment in an article in Trove here.  Thank you Mr Cave for all the hard work you did which we family historians appreciate down through the ages.

But back to the Jenolan caves....here last, but not least, is a photo of my mother and me at the Jenolan Caves in December 1990.  Yes I know you can't see the caves.  We're walking towards them.  You can see the guesthouse behind us. 



And I might add, that my daughter is in the photo too - well hidden in her own little cave inside my tummy.  There - that made you squirm or laugh I hope.

And no, I don't know where the phrase 'caverns measureless to man' comes from - do you?

Saturday, June 22, 2013

Sepia Saturday 182: 22nd June 2013 - Shovel and Pick

Photo of William Joseph Hinde (far right) by L & D Keen Commercial Photographers c1948

If you like to match the theme of our Sepia Saturday prompts, how about: bowler hats, milk churns (or dairies), men (or women) posing on horseback, Australia, farms, or any combination of these.
Marily (Little Nell), Sepia Saturday Blog


Well I know we won't be getting any milk out of the above healthy specimen, but I do believe that I have struck the jackpot with a man in a bowler hat.  And I can vouch for this being Australian and probably a bit to do with farms.  In particular - a prison farm.

This is a picture of my husband's Uncle Bill (great-uncle really) - that is to say, William Joseph Hinde.  

Uncle Bill was born 28 November 1903 at Gilston, Queensland.

He was the younger brother of my husband's grandmother, Dorothy or Dolly.  One of 7 brothers and 2 sisters.  

Uncle Bill doted on my husband when he was little.  

Unfortunately he died too soon aged 61 on 16 July 1965 in the Warden's Quarters at Her Majesty's Prison at Wacol.  My husband was one of the pall bearers along with Uncle Vincent and Uncle Lawrence at his funeral.

I'm  not sure when this photo was taken.  I am guessing c1948 at the Royal Brisbane show.  There are a few articles which mention a champion bull owned by the Comptroller General of Prisons called Lyndley George.  Lyndley George was bred by Mr James Sparkes of Dalby according to an article in the Queensland Times 10 October 1946 about the Nerang Shire Show.  Uncle Bill was described as the manager of the stud in the article.  

I'm not sure who the other men are in the photo - maybe Mr Sparkes and Mr JF Whitney, the Comptroller-General of Prisons.

Uncle Bill had a horse too which was "borrowed" during an escape from the prison.
The Courier Mail Tuesday 2 March 1948 from Trove


Numinbah prison farm was built in 1940 by prison labour.  It housed 26 prisoners.  According to an article in the Courier Mail 28 February 1948 the routine for the prisoners was as follows:

6:20 Get up
6:30 Breakfast
7:30 Jobs around the farm until they break for lunch at midday.
5pm Tea 
9pm Last muster.

In 1948 the journalist observed that prisoners "walls are covered with photos of General Montgomery side by side with Lana Turner or a  calendar with a small child saying her prayers."



Hmm - Lana Turner or General Montgomery???  Which one would you choose?


I'm thinking a bit of music would have been played too..

Please see other Sepia Saturday contributions here.



Saturday, June 15, 2013

Sepia Saturday 181: 15 June 2013 - May I broach ...?



Today's Sepia Saturday subject is bodily adornment.

This first photo is of my maternal grandmother Kit Forfar.  She is wearing pearls, pearl earrings, a gondola brooch and a rather fetching pair of adorned glasses.  I'm guessing this photo was taken circa 1950s - Kit died April 1958.

I still have the gondola brooch.  

Look here it is in my collection...


Brooches have been much discussed at work this week as one of our colleagues (who has a very fine collection) has been sporting them on her lapel daily.  

If you look up the meaning of brooch in my husband's delapidated dictionary from school days (Concise Oxford Dictionary of Current English - Fourth Edition 1951) it says:

n. ornamental, jewelled.  etc., safety-pin for fastening some part of female dress, esp. the neck. [ME broche = BROACH] 

and of course broach (or the first meaning of broach in same dictionary) means:

n. Roasting-spit; church spire rising from tower without parapet; boring-bit. [ME & F broche= It. brocca cf. L brocci dentes projecting teeth; var. of BROOCH]

I like the second meaning too which is the transitive verb (I think) meaning:

Pierce (cask) to draw liquor, begin drawing (liquor); open & start using (bale, box, cargo, etc.); begin discussion of, moot, [subject. of.prec.]

Anyway what I'm trying to say is brooches are a good conversation starter or ice-breaker - which is a good thing to have when one works in libraries. e.g.

 "Wow!  What a fabulous brooch.  Did you need some help?"

Or photography.  

e.g. "That's a nice brooch.  Could you just sit three-quarters on for me please?"

Back to relations wearing adornment.  So Kit, pictured above, had a twin sister Bell.

Here she is...adorned in coral I think.



Here's a photo of the twins together - adorned with hats, glasses, necklaces, gloves, corsages, handbags and the like...goodness!  What a production it must have been going out the front door every morning.  I'm exhausted just looking at this photo.  


Here are some other portraits I found today...not so cheerful perhaps as Kit and Bell but worthy of observation nonetheless.


Who is in the portrait above?  Well, one of my great Aunt Bell's daughters, Joy, married a Ray Jeffrey and this is a portrait I think of his grandmother .  I'm pretty sure she is wearing a cameo and isn't that a gorgeous big bow at the back of her head?


In this funeral card you can see the more devout adornment of a cross on my great-aunt's neck. I wrote about her in this blog here.

The photo in the funeral card came from this photo here I think.



It doesn't look like there is much adornment here but when you enlarge the photo I spy a cameo on the old lady.

This is what is written on the back of this photo


Which if you try and read the writing I think it says 
"young" 
(do they mean place or person??)  
"15 x 11 Bust. Also copy old lady for print and enlargement."  
And down the side it says 
"Mrs M McLoughlin."  

I don't know who the old lady is.  Is it Margaret's mother or grandmother?


This portrait is another perennial favourite of mine.  Eleanor Cook from my father's side of the family.  I have written about her here.  Plenty of adornment in this photo. 

Here's another lovely simple portrait of my paternal grandmother's sister - Daisy Carrett.


Sorry - it's a copy of photo rather than the original so I can't really see the pin or brooch clearly.

But it's very Gatsby don't you think?  Have you seen the movie?  Did you like it?

But when it comes to adornment...this is my favourite kind....


Here I am with one of my beloved cats - Tillie (short for Matilda) - this was taken in the backyard of our house in Aranda I think c.1970.  Dear Tillie - she was always a bit mad or highly strung as can be seen in this photo...



I'm looking forward to adorning myself with my BFF's cat shortly.  I'd better hop in the car now and head north.  For more sepia portraits click here.