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Sepia Saturday 436 - Bowled over in Redfern

It's been another busy week of assignment writing.  I'm on the home stretch now, submitting my last assignment for the Convicts in Context course as part of the Diploma of Family History through University of Tasmania.

Life has thrown a curve ball at me and I have been pretty much flat on my back with a sore foot after dropping a table on it a fortnight ago.  I am an impatient patient and have been a bit glum.  But I got a mark back today for an assignment I submitted last month for the Writing the Family Saga course and it made all the pain worthwhile.  The feedback was really lovely too. So without further ado, here is another chapter in the saga of Kit....which I have submitted rather belatedly as part of Sepia Saturday.





Kit didn’t think it was possible for them to go any lower, but here they were in a boarding house in Redfern.
“How the mighty are fallen!” she thought to herself.
Ernest was wailing and the baby was fractious with the heat. Truth be known, Kit wanted to have a …

Kitty

I haven't blogged for ages because I've been busy with work and Uni.  Here's a story that I submitted for my Writing the Family Saga course recently. It is a case of imaginative fiction that is based on research conducted into my ancestor Kitty Ellis.






At nineteen years of age, Kitty Ellis seemed hell-bent on turning her parents’ hair grey. 

Bella Ellis, her mother, worriedly checked for silver streaks in the dressing glass every morning, whilst George, her father, regarded his receding hairline soberly. 

Kitty’s older siblings had done their parents proud. Her brothers were studying at University or gainfully employed. Esther, her sister, found a suitable match in John Flynn, who was the pharmacist for Callan Park. 



Kitty was godmother to the Flynns' darling baby boy, Sydney, now twelve months old. She minded him occasionally so Esther and John could attend fund-raising dinners.

But Kitty was a dreamer and had big plans. If you asked her what they were, she would be hard-pr…

Sepia Saturday 408: 3rd March 2018

This week's Sepia Saturday prompt photo is a Caddy Master and his caddies at the Shaughnessy Golf Club and is from the Flickr Commons stream of the Vancouver Public Library Historical Photograph Collection.

When I "googled" golf AND caddy on Trove one of the photos that came up was this one.

Isn't it a beauty?


I would love to post the photos here on my blog but even though the copyright status indicates that it is out of copyright, under the terms of use it states that restrictions on publication apply.  Reading the Fairfax site it suggests that if I want to use the photos on social media (not advertising), Fairfax would charge $157 per photo to do so.  Sigh.

I just love the photo of Mrs Triglone and her caddy for so many reasons.  I love that she and the caddy are essentially the same height.  I love the caddy's grin.  

I wanted to find out some more about Mrs Triglone.  

I discovered from this article that she was originally Miss Duret.





She married Arthur Harcourt Tri…

Sepia Saturday 407: 24 February 2018

This shows Ida Zornig along with her bicycle and - very well behaved - dog (from the State Library of Queensland's Flickr stream). Sepians are well known for being very well behaved and therefore they will undoubtedly come up with something inventive and interesting in response to this prompt. Whatever you come up with, post your post on or around Saturday 24th February 2018 and add a link here.
One could not say that I am a big bike rider.  All right, I'll be honest, I don't possess a bike at all at the moment.  However, I have many pleasant memories of owning a bike or riding a bike at different stages of my life.  As a child, it was a means of freedom and adventure, riding around the suburbs or by the lake in Canberra.  As a young adult, for a while there, I would ride a bike from Taringa to work at Toowong (not a great distance I know) and sometimes at lunchtime, I would ride with my colleagues into town and back again for fun.  Once the kids came along, there were lots…

Sepia Saturday 406 - Those Carrett girls

Sepia Saturday this week encourages us to explore:

obvious theme possibilities of swimming and water available, but you might also want to investigate the possibilities of standing around and - like the child at the end of the diving board - hanging around.

It's difficult to know where to begin with this blog post.  I've been sitting on it for at least 24 hours.  In those 24 hours, I have managed to list just about every article/listing I could find about my paternal grandmother's swimming feats as found on Trove as well as those of her sisters. This is no mean feat - using the search words "Carrett AND swim*" I found 792 results.  Of course, not all of them are relevant but to give you some idea I now have the following lists and number of items for each sister:

Daisy - 70 items
Ethel - 130 items
Millie - 166 items
Nora - 94 items
Rene - 258 items

Moi - obsessed? Just maybe!

I have blogged about the sisters before here and here but there is always more to find and ponder…

How to knock down a brick wall

I've been researching family history for a very long time...a very long time.  Let me say that again....a very long time.  So you think I'd know better but....we all get into habits and routines.  We all think we know how to do research. 

So, let me tell you a story about what happened to me the other day.  The other night actually.  Wednesday night specifically.

Wednesday night had been looming large in my consciousness because it was when my final assignment was due for the Writing Family History unit I'm studying at University of Tasmania (yes - even though I live all the way up in Queensland - don't you love modern technology?) The assignment was due at midnight.

So anyway, I'd decided to write about my two great-great-aunts Clara Rebecca Conner and Harriet Conner because I am obsessed with them.  During the course I had written a couple of short stories about them.  




No that's not a photo of my aunts.  Aunt Fossie (someone else's aunt) is on the right appa…