Perhaps a few more next week? Would you enjoy that?
Friday, August 29, 2014
FRIDAY FOLICS..FUN AMONG THE CACTI
A week or two back I received a delightful email from River of Drifting through Life and I am hoping she won't mind me sharing a few of the beautiful pictures with you. No words needed here at all. Hoping they bring a smile or two to your face which you can carry with you into the weekend:
Perhaps a few more next week? Would you enjoy that?
Perhaps a few more next week? Would you enjoy that?
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
TELLING IT ON TUESDAY Part 29...1974 and beyond)
I wasn't sure if there was much left to tell after the stories of our daughter and son but as time went on more events did take place so I will continue with memories of those that changed our lives or perhaps gave us cause for pleasure. No pictures this time but could be more to come in future 'episodes'.
In 1974 we had moved into our 'cute' little house which was very basic with practically no lawn nor garden to speak of. Over the years, to the house, we added a car port, patio and pergola at the back, extended the concrete slab beyond the front verandah and added a pergola. Steve built both those pergolas for us without us actually asking him to do so and I still think of him when I look at them and realise what a great job he did. More about our home later on.
Also in 1974 Phil and I both began new jobs. As Rope and Twine were closing Phil applied to the State Government for a clerical position and after an interview he was appointed to the State Housing Commission that had it's head office in Adelaide Terrace, Perth, with a beautiful view of our Swan River. Phil used to come home and tell me how he had watched the pelicans soaring high above the river on the thermals. Pelicans happen to be one of Phil's favourite birds. He first of all worked in the library but then had several different positions over the years working in Kwinana, Coolbellup and finally in Fremantle office. I can't say he enjoyed his time there all that much or perhaps it was the lackadaisical work ethics of some of his work colleagues that upset him. He had come from working in private enterprise and I think it came as somewhat of a shock at the attitude of some government employees to their work. Don't get me wrong. Most of his workmates did a good job but there were the few that left much to be desired but we will not mention names.
Some of the positions he held though were very interesting and quite challenging and he stayed with Homeswest (abbreviated name for SHC) until he took early retirement when he was just passed 60. I truly feel it was the best choice as I know working there was getting him down somewhat. It meant we weren't all that well off but I felt his health was always more important than money. It must have been the right decision as he is now approaching 85 and still in reasonably good health. After his retirement he played golf and attended to his vegetable garden which he'd not had time for previously.
Phil had continued on with his part time studies at university and finally graduated with a B.A. with a double major in psychology. Unfortunately, because of his age by then, he was unable to obtain a job in any government department where his degree would have stood him in good stead but at least he did receive a small increase in his salary as a result of his having a uni degree. After this he had decided to continue on with his studies for an M.A. but in the late 70s I became unwell resulting in me having major surgery. This set Phil back on his heels somewhat and there and then decided to end his studies. I was disappointed he made this decision until he explained he had thought it through and come to realise we'd not had a lot of quality time together because of his studies over the previous years. He said he was glad I'd suggested that he should perhaps do some study to make up for his education in England being rather halted because of the second world war. He'd accepted the challenge and now had his B.A. and that would suffice. Thinking back I feel it was perhaps for the best as we had in some ways drifted apart and there had been several minor problems that had arisen during that time all of which eventually resolved themselves satisfactorily.
Still in 1974 and after 7 years I had decided I wanted to move on from Thomas and Co and I found myself a very good job as a stenographer with Development Underwriting Limited in Peppermint Grove. Although I enjoyed the work I wasn't too keen on the management so thought it best to move on if I could find a suitable position where I would be happier in my surroundings. I saw a job advertised with the Forests Department and decided to apply for it. I am interested in trees and nature in general and felt it could be an interesting job as it was with their research section situated in Como in the very pleasant surroundings of a pine plantation. I drafted out an application and redid it several times until I was satisfied. Of course with government jobs it takes a while until you receive a reply but eventually one arrived and I had an interview. I was thrilled and hoped beyond hope I would do well and they would like me and my work. It was quite an extensive interview and I had to type out a screed that contained quite a few botanical names. I felt I had done rather well, went home and another wait before I'd get a final answer. Happily I was accepted for the position of clerk/typist and although I dropped about $10/week in salary I was glad to be away from DUL.
As it was research branch I worked for a lot of professional people and found the work extremely interesting and feel I learned quite a lot about our forests and all the plants etc contained in them. Whilst there a new head office was built almost next to the research branch and after some juggling I moved over to the new building to work in the Extension Branch. I truly loved my work at the Forests Department until unfortunately, following a truck rear ending my little Ford Escort on my way to work one morning, I had to leave my job as I could no longer sit and work at a desk. I'd not actually received a whip lash but damage to the soft tissue on the side of my neck and face and also some to my right shoulder which I guess was the way my little car had been swung around. I had physio on my neck for nearly six months and it was finally decided I should be retired. I have always been sad that I could not say goodbye in the usual way when someone retires but we can't always have things happen the way we'd like them to. Fortunately I've met up with nearly all the people I worked with since then which has somewhat compensated me for having to leave so suddenly. I had actually begun to job share (week on week off) about a year previously and had intended to continue working for another few years. Well laid plans and all that.......
Karen of course had left home when she married and Steve continued living at home although he became quite independent and would often cook his own meals and do his own laundry as it suited him to do so. It was easier to allow him to do his own thing than have arguments about it and it actually worked out quite well all round.
Steve had numerous friends and he was often out with them or they would be at our house and I was pleased he was so popular. We had given him a room at the back of the house so he virtually had his own private entrance (the back door which opened on to an enclosed verandah) so he and his friends could come and go freely. It's funny how sometimes you think you are doing the right thing but it can go against you. Steve actually asked me why we had 'stuck him out in the back of the house?" When I explained our motive and said he could then play his music (and we ours) without disturbing each other etc etc he of course realised we had been trying to make it better for him. Steve didn't want a 21st birthday party although we offered to give him one the same as Karen had but he decided he'd do what a few of his friends had done when they turned 21. They would drive down somewhere near Collie with a keg of beer and spend the night 'in the bush' where they didn't disturb anyone and drive home the following afternoon. It was quite common practice in those days and a lot better than having these parties as they do these days where gate crashers disrupt the party and the neighbourhood often resulting in the police being called and people being hurt and property damaged. I am glad our boys had more sense and just enjoyed themselves without being a nuisance to anyone.
I've now covered our working lives up until we both retired (me in 1986 and Phil in 1990) and I expect I shall continue on with my story about holidays we took and other events up to the present day. Maybe more about how we made our house more comfortable for us to live in. Not really sure but stay with me for at least a while longer if you can, even though the 'exciting' times had long passed.
In 1974 we had moved into our 'cute' little house which was very basic with practically no lawn nor garden to speak of. Over the years, to the house, we added a car port, patio and pergola at the back, extended the concrete slab beyond the front verandah and added a pergola. Steve built both those pergolas for us without us actually asking him to do so and I still think of him when I look at them and realise what a great job he did. More about our home later on.
Also in 1974 Phil and I both began new jobs. As Rope and Twine were closing Phil applied to the State Government for a clerical position and after an interview he was appointed to the State Housing Commission that had it's head office in Adelaide Terrace, Perth, with a beautiful view of our Swan River. Phil used to come home and tell me how he had watched the pelicans soaring high above the river on the thermals. Pelicans happen to be one of Phil's favourite birds. He first of all worked in the library but then had several different positions over the years working in Kwinana, Coolbellup and finally in Fremantle office. I can't say he enjoyed his time there all that much or perhaps it was the lackadaisical work ethics of some of his work colleagues that upset him. He had come from working in private enterprise and I think it came as somewhat of a shock at the attitude of some government employees to their work. Don't get me wrong. Most of his workmates did a good job but there were the few that left much to be desired but we will not mention names.
Some of the positions he held though were very interesting and quite challenging and he stayed with Homeswest (abbreviated name for SHC) until he took early retirement when he was just passed 60. I truly feel it was the best choice as I know working there was getting him down somewhat. It meant we weren't all that well off but I felt his health was always more important than money. It must have been the right decision as he is now approaching 85 and still in reasonably good health. After his retirement he played golf and attended to his vegetable garden which he'd not had time for previously.
Phil had continued on with his part time studies at university and finally graduated with a B.A. with a double major in psychology. Unfortunately, because of his age by then, he was unable to obtain a job in any government department where his degree would have stood him in good stead but at least he did receive a small increase in his salary as a result of his having a uni degree. After this he had decided to continue on with his studies for an M.A. but in the late 70s I became unwell resulting in me having major surgery. This set Phil back on his heels somewhat and there and then decided to end his studies. I was disappointed he made this decision until he explained he had thought it through and come to realise we'd not had a lot of quality time together because of his studies over the previous years. He said he was glad I'd suggested that he should perhaps do some study to make up for his education in England being rather halted because of the second world war. He'd accepted the challenge and now had his B.A. and that would suffice. Thinking back I feel it was perhaps for the best as we had in some ways drifted apart and there had been several minor problems that had arisen during that time all of which eventually resolved themselves satisfactorily.
Still in 1974 and after 7 years I had decided I wanted to move on from Thomas and Co and I found myself a very good job as a stenographer with Development Underwriting Limited in Peppermint Grove. Although I enjoyed the work I wasn't too keen on the management so thought it best to move on if I could find a suitable position where I would be happier in my surroundings. I saw a job advertised with the Forests Department and decided to apply for it. I am interested in trees and nature in general and felt it could be an interesting job as it was with their research section situated in Como in the very pleasant surroundings of a pine plantation. I drafted out an application and redid it several times until I was satisfied. Of course with government jobs it takes a while until you receive a reply but eventually one arrived and I had an interview. I was thrilled and hoped beyond hope I would do well and they would like me and my work. It was quite an extensive interview and I had to type out a screed that contained quite a few botanical names. I felt I had done rather well, went home and another wait before I'd get a final answer. Happily I was accepted for the position of clerk/typist and although I dropped about $10/week in salary I was glad to be away from DUL.
As it was research branch I worked for a lot of professional people and found the work extremely interesting and feel I learned quite a lot about our forests and all the plants etc contained in them. Whilst there a new head office was built almost next to the research branch and after some juggling I moved over to the new building to work in the Extension Branch. I truly loved my work at the Forests Department until unfortunately, following a truck rear ending my little Ford Escort on my way to work one morning, I had to leave my job as I could no longer sit and work at a desk. I'd not actually received a whip lash but damage to the soft tissue on the side of my neck and face and also some to my right shoulder which I guess was the way my little car had been swung around. I had physio on my neck for nearly six months and it was finally decided I should be retired. I have always been sad that I could not say goodbye in the usual way when someone retires but we can't always have things happen the way we'd like them to. Fortunately I've met up with nearly all the people I worked with since then which has somewhat compensated me for having to leave so suddenly. I had actually begun to job share (week on week off) about a year previously and had intended to continue working for another few years. Well laid plans and all that.......
Karen of course had left home when she married and Steve continued living at home although he became quite independent and would often cook his own meals and do his own laundry as it suited him to do so. It was easier to allow him to do his own thing than have arguments about it and it actually worked out quite well all round.
Steve had numerous friends and he was often out with them or they would be at our house and I was pleased he was so popular. We had given him a room at the back of the house so he virtually had his own private entrance (the back door which opened on to an enclosed verandah) so he and his friends could come and go freely. It's funny how sometimes you think you are doing the right thing but it can go against you. Steve actually asked me why we had 'stuck him out in the back of the house?" When I explained our motive and said he could then play his music (and we ours) without disturbing each other etc etc he of course realised we had been trying to make it better for him. Steve didn't want a 21st birthday party although we offered to give him one the same as Karen had but he decided he'd do what a few of his friends had done when they turned 21. They would drive down somewhere near Collie with a keg of beer and spend the night 'in the bush' where they didn't disturb anyone and drive home the following afternoon. It was quite common practice in those days and a lot better than having these parties as they do these days where gate crashers disrupt the party and the neighbourhood often resulting in the police being called and people being hurt and property damaged. I am glad our boys had more sense and just enjoyed themselves without being a nuisance to anyone.
I've now covered our working lives up until we both retired (me in 1986 and Phil in 1990) and I expect I shall continue on with my story about holidays we took and other events up to the present day. Maybe more about how we made our house more comfortable for us to live in. Not really sure but stay with me for at least a while longer if you can, even though the 'exciting' times had long passed.
Monday, August 25, 2014
MONDAY MEANDERINGS
Have been slow with posts of late. Not been all that busy but days seem to have been full. I think everything is taking me so long to do is the main reason. Sometimes the old mind gets way ahead of the old body and then gets frustrated which throws me right out of kilter. Not sure that makes a lot of sense but I know what I mean.
Last Wednesday Phil and I spent about 4 hours at Fremantle Hospital. Every two years we attend the Diabetes Study where we are tested for nearly everything possible....blood, urine, eyes, blood pressure, height, weight and balance (I am left out of that one as they can see at a glance I'd not succeed but Phil does it and does it well). There are pages and pages of forms to complete about how we have been and how we are feeling, medications etc. etc. so it is quite daunting for we two oldies to complete. This is our 4th visit and we keep doing it as it is good for us to have these tests and also good for the Department of Medicine to keep track of the same people over the years. They learn from us and how we are faring.
I had a note from Victoria last week telling me that a long time penfriend had died after a short illness. Margaret was 10 years younger than me but I do know she had type 2 diabetes and other problems. I must write back to her husband to thank him for letting me know and tell him how sorry I am. Margaret and I had been writing for over 30 years and she was a real character and although we had stopped writing so frequently we still exchanged Christmas and birthday cards. She, like me, was a Capricorn so perhaps that's why we got on so well. She lived in Kinglake and I was so glad she and her husband and some of her family were holidaying in Tasmania when those dreadful fires occurred in 2009. 120 people lost their lives in that area alone and although Margaret and Len's home was saved, their daughter Christine and family lost their home. I will miss you Margaret. RIP
This calico cat of ours has fitted right in here and you couldn't ask for a better mannered cat although she can stand up for herself. Yesterday my daughter telephoned me and Candy wanted to play with the phone cord. When I raised my hand to tell her 'no' she was ready to have a little swipe back at me. No claws out mind you so nothing spiteful in her at all.
I bought her a scratching post on eBay (free postage from New South Wales)
and she will sit on top of it and play with the dangly mouse creature but it is her preference to play in the box the scratcher came in.
We are patiently trying to teach her to scratch the posts but I think it is going to be a long haul.
Candy still sleeps on Phil's bed every night and jumps onto my lap during the day and evening, or whenever it is available. Strange thing about her though is she doesn't like crocheted rugs at all so wonder what has happened in her past that may have put her off them. One sleepy Candy cat on her mum's lap (rug on floor).
She is very, very playful and seems to prefer screwed up paper balls or the tube from the toilet roll and really loves paper on the end of a piece of string. I made one up out here in my workroom and keep it in a little basket on my desk. She now comes in each morning and finds it and takes it out to play with. We were told she was three and half but when she was first advertised on the APS website it said she was 18 months which we feel may be nearer the mark. She's just like a big kitten.
Buttons.....I can't wear anything with buttons as she thinks they are to play with. Fortunately I don't wear blouses and my jackets don't have buttons but my dressing gowns do so I have to somehow cover them up when Candy is near.
She hasn't been outside yet and we have no hope of putting the harness on her as all she wants to do is play with it and I think even if we put gloves on it would be an impossibility. We are disappointed as we ha hoped to take her 'walkies' to get her used to our garden but seems that is not to be. We were told to keep her in for 4 weeks so another 10 days to go. We hope she enjoys her life with us enough for her not to want to run away.
Will see if I can come up with something of interest for Telling it on Tuesday but no promises a this time.
Last Wednesday Phil and I spent about 4 hours at Fremantle Hospital. Every two years we attend the Diabetes Study where we are tested for nearly everything possible....blood, urine, eyes, blood pressure, height, weight and balance (I am left out of that one as they can see at a glance I'd not succeed but Phil does it and does it well). There are pages and pages of forms to complete about how we have been and how we are feeling, medications etc. etc. so it is quite daunting for we two oldies to complete. This is our 4th visit and we keep doing it as it is good for us to have these tests and also good for the Department of Medicine to keep track of the same people over the years. They learn from us and how we are faring.
I had a note from Victoria last week telling me that a long time penfriend had died after a short illness. Margaret was 10 years younger than me but I do know she had type 2 diabetes and other problems. I must write back to her husband to thank him for letting me know and tell him how sorry I am. Margaret and I had been writing for over 30 years and she was a real character and although we had stopped writing so frequently we still exchanged Christmas and birthday cards. She, like me, was a Capricorn so perhaps that's why we got on so well. She lived in Kinglake and I was so glad she and her husband and some of her family were holidaying in Tasmania when those dreadful fires occurred in 2009. 120 people lost their lives in that area alone and although Margaret and Len's home was saved, their daughter Christine and family lost their home. I will miss you Margaret. RIP
This calico cat of ours has fitted right in here and you couldn't ask for a better mannered cat although she can stand up for herself. Yesterday my daughter telephoned me and Candy wanted to play with the phone cord. When I raised my hand to tell her 'no' she was ready to have a little swipe back at me. No claws out mind you so nothing spiteful in her at all.
I bought her a scratching post on eBay (free postage from New South Wales)
We are patiently trying to teach her to scratch the posts but I think it is going to be a long haul.
Candy still sleeps on Phil's bed every night and jumps onto my lap during the day and evening, or whenever it is available. Strange thing about her though is she doesn't like crocheted rugs at all so wonder what has happened in her past that may have put her off them. One sleepy Candy cat on her mum's lap (rug on floor).
She is very, very playful and seems to prefer screwed up paper balls or the tube from the toilet roll and really loves paper on the end of a piece of string. I made one up out here in my workroom and keep it in a little basket on my desk. She now comes in each morning and finds it and takes it out to play with. We were told she was three and half but when she was first advertised on the APS website it said she was 18 months which we feel may be nearer the mark. She's just like a big kitten.
Buttons.....I can't wear anything with buttons as she thinks they are to play with. Fortunately I don't wear blouses and my jackets don't have buttons but my dressing gowns do so I have to somehow cover them up when Candy is near.
She hasn't been outside yet and we have no hope of putting the harness on her as all she wants to do is play with it and I think even if we put gloves on it would be an impossibility. We are disappointed as we ha hoped to take her 'walkies' to get her used to our garden but seems that is not to be. We were told to keep her in for 4 weeks so another 10 days to go. We hope she enjoys her life with us enough for her not to want to run away.
Will see if I can come up with something of interest for Telling it on Tuesday but no promises a this time.
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT
the time when I decided back in 1987 that it would be nice to try and contact the girls I had first worked with when I began my job in 1947 with Norm Stehn, the Insurance Assessor, girls who had also become close friends during my younger years.
I had maintained some contact with Val Page (nee Edmunds) but had not seen her for years so I first rang her and asked her if she would have lunch with us if I could contact Wilma Dachtler (nee Longwood) and June Prince (nee Wilson). Val agreed it would be a great idea so to the telephone I went.
Both Wilma and June said "yes, let's get together" so arrangements were made to meet for lunch in the restaurant in Kings Park. I also tried to contact Greta (she was a little older than us but had always been great fun). I managed to contact her dad (he must have been a good age by then) but he said best not to bother Greta as she had chronic arthritis and seldom went out. In some ways I regretted afterwards that I had not asked for her phone number, even just to ring her and have a chat. We often in hindsight ask ourselves "Why didn't I do that?" Alas, I didn't know her married name.
The four of us had a most enjoyable lunch and sat for two hours or more chatting away about what each of us had done over the past 40 years. I knew Wilma had not had children and that Val had 3 boys but had no idea about June's family. I think she told us she had 2 boys and a girl but my memory has let me down there.
As these three had all been so much part of my young life and even stayed at our home at times, and I at theirs, they knew my mum very well so I gave each of them a copy of mum's book. They all promised faithfully to read it and do you know I never asked them if they actually did do so. It would have been impolite of me to ask as it would have made it difficult for them to answer "No" if they hadn't. Had they read it they would, of course, have recognized many of the stories mum told about how we all went dancing etc. etc. Oh, what a wonderfully happy youth we all had.
This is a photo Wilma's husband took of us after we'd had lunch. He had come along to collect Wilma which was fortunate as we could then have our photo taken together. From left: yours truly, Wilma, Val and June. (You may remember that Val was my matron of honour and Wilma by bridesmaid when I married Aubrey back in 1953. I had lost touch with June prior to that. )
It was obviously quite a cool day but as usual there I was wearing short sleeves. Until recently I seldom wore winter clothing and, even now, seldom wear long sleeves unless it is very cold.
After this get together, the four of us got together on a few occasions for meals at each other's homes and it was great for our husbands to be part of our reunion as well. Wilma was involved with a begonia club and sent invitations for us to go to their open days but she never did get me hooked on growing begonias. The couple of attempts I made to grow them were dismal failures so decided it not worth the effort.
Unfortunately Wilma was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after our first meeting but she fought a brave fight only to lose her battle in October, 1989. She and her husband called to visit me one afternoon and Wilma gave me a vase on which was painted a black cat. She had done a lot of china painting over the years. She knew my love of cats and this vase was a memento of our friendship. Wilma told me in front of Jim that she had said he must find someone nice and not be on his own once she had gone and two Christmases after that, in his greeting card, Jim wrote that he'd met a lovely English lass with whom he was very happy. Knowing Wilma as I did, I know she would have been so happy for him. We've not heard from Jim since then but there is a J.F. Dachtler living in Mandurah and I imagine that would be he. He was a very nice man, a great yachtsman, and he deserved to be happy after the way he had cared for Wilma during her illness.
Val was a type 2 diabetic. Her mother and 2 uncles also had had diabetes so it was well and truly in the family and in January, 1998 Val also left this mortal call after suffering a sudden heart attack. We had travelled down to their home in Rockingham on two occasions for lunch and after Val's death her husband Owen maintained their home until a few years ago when he moved into a retirement village in Wembley Downs. I am pleased to say that Owen keeps in touch with us at Christmas when we exchange cards. I think he is on his own but seems to be living a quite contented life.
Val and Wilma were two wonderful 'girls' and I am so glad we met again and were able to enjoy each other's company, at least for a time. I have such happy memories of them both.
I am still in touch with June and her her husband Doug but they live in a retirement village in Merriwa which is 58 kilometres north of us up the coast and it's a 50 minute drive on a good day. We did visit them several years ago, but it is a very long drive so we just keep in touch at Christmas and June and I still remember each other's birthdays with a card.
Val, Wilma and I were all born in 1932 but June was born in 1931 and in the month of June, hence her given name.
I had maintained some contact with Val Page (nee Edmunds) but had not seen her for years so I first rang her and asked her if she would have lunch with us if I could contact Wilma Dachtler (nee Longwood) and June Prince (nee Wilson). Val agreed it would be a great idea so to the telephone I went.
Both Wilma and June said "yes, let's get together" so arrangements were made to meet for lunch in the restaurant in Kings Park. I also tried to contact Greta (she was a little older than us but had always been great fun). I managed to contact her dad (he must have been a good age by then) but he said best not to bother Greta as she had chronic arthritis and seldom went out. In some ways I regretted afterwards that I had not asked for her phone number, even just to ring her and have a chat. We often in hindsight ask ourselves "Why didn't I do that?" Alas, I didn't know her married name.
The four of us had a most enjoyable lunch and sat for two hours or more chatting away about what each of us had done over the past 40 years. I knew Wilma had not had children and that Val had 3 boys but had no idea about June's family. I think she told us she had 2 boys and a girl but my memory has let me down there.
As these three had all been so much part of my young life and even stayed at our home at times, and I at theirs, they knew my mum very well so I gave each of them a copy of mum's book. They all promised faithfully to read it and do you know I never asked them if they actually did do so. It would have been impolite of me to ask as it would have made it difficult for them to answer "No" if they hadn't. Had they read it they would, of course, have recognized many of the stories mum told about how we all went dancing etc. etc. Oh, what a wonderfully happy youth we all had.
This is a photo Wilma's husband took of us after we'd had lunch. He had come along to collect Wilma which was fortunate as we could then have our photo taken together. From left: yours truly, Wilma, Val and June. (You may remember that Val was my matron of honour and Wilma by bridesmaid when I married Aubrey back in 1953. I had lost touch with June prior to that. )
It was obviously quite a cool day but as usual there I was wearing short sleeves. Until recently I seldom wore winter clothing and, even now, seldom wear long sleeves unless it is very cold.
After this get together, the four of us got together on a few occasions for meals at each other's homes and it was great for our husbands to be part of our reunion as well. Wilma was involved with a begonia club and sent invitations for us to go to their open days but she never did get me hooked on growing begonias. The couple of attempts I made to grow them were dismal failures so decided it not worth the effort.
Unfortunately Wilma was diagnosed with breast cancer shortly after our first meeting but she fought a brave fight only to lose her battle in October, 1989. She and her husband called to visit me one afternoon and Wilma gave me a vase on which was painted a black cat. She had done a lot of china painting over the years. She knew my love of cats and this vase was a memento of our friendship. Wilma told me in front of Jim that she had said he must find someone nice and not be on his own once she had gone and two Christmases after that, in his greeting card, Jim wrote that he'd met a lovely English lass with whom he was very happy. Knowing Wilma as I did, I know she would have been so happy for him. We've not heard from Jim since then but there is a J.F. Dachtler living in Mandurah and I imagine that would be he. He was a very nice man, a great yachtsman, and he deserved to be happy after the way he had cared for Wilma during her illness.
Val was a type 2 diabetic. Her mother and 2 uncles also had had diabetes so it was well and truly in the family and in January, 1998 Val also left this mortal call after suffering a sudden heart attack. We had travelled down to their home in Rockingham on two occasions for lunch and after Val's death her husband Owen maintained their home until a few years ago when he moved into a retirement village in Wembley Downs. I am pleased to say that Owen keeps in touch with us at Christmas when we exchange cards. I think he is on his own but seems to be living a quite contented life.
Val and Wilma were two wonderful 'girls' and I am so glad we met again and were able to enjoy each other's company, at least for a time. I have such happy memories of them both.
I am still in touch with June and her her husband Doug but they live in a retirement village in Merriwa which is 58 kilometres north of us up the coast and it's a 50 minute drive on a good day. We did visit them several years ago, but it is a very long drive so we just keep in touch at Christmas and June and I still remember each other's birthdays with a card.
Val, Wilma and I were all born in 1932 but June was born in 1931 and in the month of June, hence her given name.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
TELLING IT ON TUESDAY (Part 28...1970s and beyond)
Last week I told about my daughter and her life so today I am telling about son Steven. He was born on 24 September, 1957 and was quiet a delightful, though terribly shy, little boy. He did quite well at school although I feel he could perhaps have done better. I really think his shyness held him back a lot in many ways.
I've explained that he wanted to leave school after Year 10 and be apprenticed to a trade and he became a mechanical fitter after training at Midland Railways Workshops. While he was there he decided he would buy himself a car so asked Phil and I if we would meet him at a car sales yard in Fremantle to look at a Ford XW he had his eye on. This we did after we finished work one day, said we thought it was a good car to buy and I went guarantor for him so he could pay it off. Steven had told us he had sat for and got his drivers's licence in Midland but for some reason asked me if I would drive this car of his home that night. Steven's car was green just like this one:
He set off for work the next day and for weeks after that drove to and from work. My son was never able to tell a lie and some weeks later he came to me and very seriously said he had something to tell me. I was as little concerned as to what it may be about but was rather relieved when the story unfolded like this: Steven had not got his licence on his first attempt as a young woman had walked straight out onto a crosswalk in front of him and he'd not enough time to stop. Fortunately he avoided her but of course he should have been more cautious when approaching a pedestrian crossing. Now he was telling me he had got his licence on his second attempt and proudly showed it to me. To add to this story he told me had had actually been pulled up by a traffic cop one morning for doing a little over the speed limit but when he explained he was running late for work and how far he had to go (in those days it was approximately a 45 kilometre drive), the policeman let him off without asking to see his licence. How lucky was that!!!
When Steve (he prefers that so will call him that from now on) finished his apprenticeship he got a job in South Hedland (about 17,000 km north of where we live) with a Newman Mining Company working on their railway equipment and after a short time was made a leading hand. He told me one day they were working inland and the temperature in the shade was 50ºC (120ºF) but was such a dry heat you didn't really feel it. I think I'd have felt it but then Steve always enjoys our hot summers. He came home a couple of times to do courses they wanted him to attend and on one such occasion he received a telegram telling him he didn't have to do the course as they were on strike. My son didn't believe in strikes so still did the course and then returned north to work. Eventually he gave notice as he got sick and tired of the unions constantly wanting the workers to go on strike. "Mum", he said to me one day "the conditions up there are excellent and the pay is good. There is no reason whatsoever for them to go on strike and I've had enough of it."
He then decided, with a few of his friends to try his luck in the Eastern States. They were away for several months and finally ended up in Queensland. He was very good and would write quite regularly but exactly what jobs he found to do I'm not sure but he had a very good time and eventually returned home to us again after seeing so much of our country.
Over the years he had several jobs and in some cases he was in charge of whatever it was they were doing. He had a number of male friends and two girlfriends that we knew of, firstly Sarah and then Dianne whom he lived with for a number of years in rented houses and even in a very large caravan for several months. While we were in New Zealand on our second trip, I received a call from him asking if I would go guarantor for him as he and Dianne wanted to buy a block of land in Samson and build a house. They lived there for some time before deciding they would like to be married. Arrangements were made with our help and their wedding day arrived. It was 5th January, 1985 and terribly hot (about 40ºC...104ºF) and as you probably all know, I hate hot weather.
The civil ceremony took place in a large gazebo not far from the Swan River and nearby there was a large lake. I think there being so much water around it kept the temperature down in that area as none of us felt the heat all that much. The bride and groom relaxing on the lawn after the ceremony:
The wedding party on the lawn in front of the lake (left to right: Steven, Dianne, Margot, Stephen, Robyn and Paul):
Afterwards the wedding breakfast was held in a restaurant overlooking the Swan River. There was of course the wedding cake (in front of the cake you can see the *bouquets of the three girl. More about that below):
Steve and Di went on to have two children, a girl (in 1986) and a boy (in 1988) both of whom did very well at school and went on to university. Their daughter was married last year but their son is still single and I believe living back at home with his folks.
Eventually the house they built in Samson became too small so after once again renting they built a much larger home in Kardinya, complete with heated swimming pool and outdoor spa. This house they sold in 1998, rented once again and then purchased a five acre block on which they built a really beautiful home. They are still living there. Di has an excellent bank job and I think Steve at present is being a 'house husband' although he could possibly be back in the workforce. He had an excellent job and I have no idea why he left it.
The reason I appear to be unsure is because my son decided, nearly 13 years ago, that he no longer wished to be associated with any of our family and not I, nor any of us, have seen or spoken to him since that day. Although others may know the reason for his decision, I personally have no idea what brain storm he suddenly had to cause him to do this. I am very fortunate that Di has kept in touch with me via email and occasionally sent me photos of their family, including the wedding photo of their daughter and her new husband. I feel sad that she has to do this without Steve knowing and am grateful to her for keeping in touch.
Strangely enough we had all seen quite a lot of each other over a number of years and, athough at times Steve could be a tad difficult, we accepted him the way he was and tried not to let it interfere in any way with our friendship. We would have family BBQs at our place, Karen's home and at Steve's home, and on one occasion Di and I went for a holiday at Dunsborough taking with us her little girl Jessica. Di at that time was expecting their second child, James.
I have missed all of them very much, especially my two grandchildren, and one day, when great-grandchildren eventually arrive, it will sadden me that I will not be there to see them or hold them. I know that Steve's dad (Aubrey) also feels pain at the decision of his son but, like me, he's had to accept it as being part of life. He and I have discussed it at length but without resolve.
I do know Steve and Di have had holidays in various parts of Australia and have actually bought a house in Tasmania, although I don't know exactly where it is. Earlier this year I was pleased to hear that Di had a wonderful holiday in Europe which I think she thoroughly deserved as she works hard.
To me this turn of events is a personal tragedy although ours apparently is not the only dysfunctional family in the world. I continue to send birthday and Christmas cards and sent money to the two grandchildren until they were 21. We receive similar greetings sent by Dianne on behalf of all of them. I have written to Steve on several occasions but no response has ever been received. One can always live in hope but that hope has slowly faded over the years. Both myself and Steve's dad received letters from Jessica about 4 Christmases back but that has been the only communication from either grandchild although I have written to both of them several times.
Since this occurred Phil and I have been extremely grateful that Karen and her hubby have been so wonderful and we have enjoyed their company and that of their four children over the years. I feel sorry that her brother has also excluded her from his life and that of her family. We were a small enough family to begin with and didn't really need it made even smaller.
Whether I should have told the above story I am not sure but I said when I began I'd not pull any punches and I don't see why I should do so in this instance. I am not sure there is a lot more to tell about our life from the seventies onwards but will have a good think about it and consider whether to continue with "Telling it on Tuesday".
*My mother was extremely ill in hospital at the time of Steve and Di's wedding and on the Sunday morning following the ceremony the newly married couple visited her in the hospital and Di gave her the wedding bouquet. I thought this a lovely gesture on Di's part as mum was delighted and later on the Sunday afternoon when we visited mum she showed us the flowers. My mum passed away in her sleep the following morning. We often felt she 'hung on' so as not to spoil the wedding for Steven and Dianne. Mum was like that, always very caring of others.
I've explained that he wanted to leave school after Year 10 and be apprenticed to a trade and he became a mechanical fitter after training at Midland Railways Workshops. While he was there he decided he would buy himself a car so asked Phil and I if we would meet him at a car sales yard in Fremantle to look at a Ford XW he had his eye on. This we did after we finished work one day, said we thought it was a good car to buy and I went guarantor for him so he could pay it off. Steven had told us he had sat for and got his drivers's licence in Midland but for some reason asked me if I would drive this car of his home that night. Steven's car was green just like this one:
He set off for work the next day and for weeks after that drove to and from work. My son was never able to tell a lie and some weeks later he came to me and very seriously said he had something to tell me. I was as little concerned as to what it may be about but was rather relieved when the story unfolded like this: Steven had not got his licence on his first attempt as a young woman had walked straight out onto a crosswalk in front of him and he'd not enough time to stop. Fortunately he avoided her but of course he should have been more cautious when approaching a pedestrian crossing. Now he was telling me he had got his licence on his second attempt and proudly showed it to me. To add to this story he told me had had actually been pulled up by a traffic cop one morning for doing a little over the speed limit but when he explained he was running late for work and how far he had to go (in those days it was approximately a 45 kilometre drive), the policeman let him off without asking to see his licence. How lucky was that!!!
When Steve (he prefers that so will call him that from now on) finished his apprenticeship he got a job in South Hedland (about 17,000 km north of where we live) with a Newman Mining Company working on their railway equipment and after a short time was made a leading hand. He told me one day they were working inland and the temperature in the shade was 50ºC (120ºF) but was such a dry heat you didn't really feel it. I think I'd have felt it but then Steve always enjoys our hot summers. He came home a couple of times to do courses they wanted him to attend and on one such occasion he received a telegram telling him he didn't have to do the course as they were on strike. My son didn't believe in strikes so still did the course and then returned north to work. Eventually he gave notice as he got sick and tired of the unions constantly wanting the workers to go on strike. "Mum", he said to me one day "the conditions up there are excellent and the pay is good. There is no reason whatsoever for them to go on strike and I've had enough of it."
He then decided, with a few of his friends to try his luck in the Eastern States. They were away for several months and finally ended up in Queensland. He was very good and would write quite regularly but exactly what jobs he found to do I'm not sure but he had a very good time and eventually returned home to us again after seeing so much of our country.
Over the years he had several jobs and in some cases he was in charge of whatever it was they were doing. He had a number of male friends and two girlfriends that we knew of, firstly Sarah and then Dianne whom he lived with for a number of years in rented houses and even in a very large caravan for several months. While we were in New Zealand on our second trip, I received a call from him asking if I would go guarantor for him as he and Dianne wanted to buy a block of land in Samson and build a house. They lived there for some time before deciding they would like to be married. Arrangements were made with our help and their wedding day arrived. It was 5th January, 1985 and terribly hot (about 40ºC...104ºF) and as you probably all know, I hate hot weather.
The civil ceremony took place in a large gazebo not far from the Swan River and nearby there was a large lake. I think there being so much water around it kept the temperature down in that area as none of us felt the heat all that much. The bride and groom relaxing on the lawn after the ceremony:
The wedding party on the lawn in front of the lake (left to right: Steven, Dianne, Margot, Stephen, Robyn and Paul):
Afterwards the wedding breakfast was held in a restaurant overlooking the Swan River. There was of course the wedding cake (in front of the cake you can see the *bouquets of the three girl. More about that below):
Steve and Di went on to have two children, a girl (in 1986) and a boy (in 1988) both of whom did very well at school and went on to university. Their daughter was married last year but their son is still single and I believe living back at home with his folks.
Eventually the house they built in Samson became too small so after once again renting they built a much larger home in Kardinya, complete with heated swimming pool and outdoor spa. This house they sold in 1998, rented once again and then purchased a five acre block on which they built a really beautiful home. They are still living there. Di has an excellent bank job and I think Steve at present is being a 'house husband' although he could possibly be back in the workforce. He had an excellent job and I have no idea why he left it.
The reason I appear to be unsure is because my son decided, nearly 13 years ago, that he no longer wished to be associated with any of our family and not I, nor any of us, have seen or spoken to him since that day. Although others may know the reason for his decision, I personally have no idea what brain storm he suddenly had to cause him to do this. I am very fortunate that Di has kept in touch with me via email and occasionally sent me photos of their family, including the wedding photo of their daughter and her new husband. I feel sad that she has to do this without Steve knowing and am grateful to her for keeping in touch.
Strangely enough we had all seen quite a lot of each other over a number of years and, athough at times Steve could be a tad difficult, we accepted him the way he was and tried not to let it interfere in any way with our friendship. We would have family BBQs at our place, Karen's home and at Steve's home, and on one occasion Di and I went for a holiday at Dunsborough taking with us her little girl Jessica. Di at that time was expecting their second child, James.
I have missed all of them very much, especially my two grandchildren, and one day, when great-grandchildren eventually arrive, it will sadden me that I will not be there to see them or hold them. I know that Steve's dad (Aubrey) also feels pain at the decision of his son but, like me, he's had to accept it as being part of life. He and I have discussed it at length but without resolve.
I do know Steve and Di have had holidays in various parts of Australia and have actually bought a house in Tasmania, although I don't know exactly where it is. Earlier this year I was pleased to hear that Di had a wonderful holiday in Europe which I think she thoroughly deserved as she works hard.
To me this turn of events is a personal tragedy although ours apparently is not the only dysfunctional family in the world. I continue to send birthday and Christmas cards and sent money to the two grandchildren until they were 21. We receive similar greetings sent by Dianne on behalf of all of them. I have written to Steve on several occasions but no response has ever been received. One can always live in hope but that hope has slowly faded over the years. Both myself and Steve's dad received letters from Jessica about 4 Christmases back but that has been the only communication from either grandchild although I have written to both of them several times.
Since this occurred Phil and I have been extremely grateful that Karen and her hubby have been so wonderful and we have enjoyed their company and that of their four children over the years. I feel sorry that her brother has also excluded her from his life and that of her family. We were a small enough family to begin with and didn't really need it made even smaller.
Whether I should have told the above story I am not sure but I said when I began I'd not pull any punches and I don't see why I should do so in this instance. I am not sure there is a lot more to tell about our life from the seventies onwards but will have a good think about it and consider whether to continue with "Telling it on Tuesday".
*My mother was extremely ill in hospital at the time of Steve and Di's wedding and on the Sunday morning following the ceremony the newly married couple visited her in the hospital and Di gave her the wedding bouquet. I thought this a lovely gesture on Di's part as mum was delighted and later on the Sunday afternoon when we visited mum she showed us the flowers. My mum passed away in her sleep the following morning. We often felt she 'hung on' so as not to spoil the wedding for Steven and Dianne. Mum was like that, always very caring of others.
Monday, August 18, 2014
REVISITING THE BOOKS OF MY YOUTH
I have always had rather a wide range of taste in books over the years, but more recently I've found I need 'easy to read' books such as thrillers written by Dick Francis, Lee Child and Sue Grafton. The type of books that stick to the point rather than going on and on about events that don't really belong in the story. Perhaps an aged mind needs simpler stories in order to keep it on track?
Earlier this year I decided to revisit books I read when quite young as well as some much loved stories of years ago.
I began with re-reading "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", probably for about the fifth time. I still found it so fascinating. I always loved that white rabbit. Such a gentleman.
I have never read "Through the Looking Glass" so have purchased it on eBay and am determined to read it.....soon. Will I enjoy it as much as "Wonderland" I wonder.
I also re-read "Daddy-Long-Legs" which was always one of my favourites and I recently borrowed "Dear Enemy" from my daughter and read it for the first time. I didn't enjoy quite as much as its predecessor although I still found the story of the orphanage sad but so very humorous as well. Perhaps, having read "Daddy-Long-Legs" first I more or less guessed what the ending would be and, of course, it was the right one.
Another of my favourites was "The Secret Garden" (I had also seen the film years ago) and when I read it again last month it inspired me at a time when I was felling quite down. I found the magic it contained gave me quite a lift when I needed it. I am now reading "Little Lord Fauntleroy" for the first time and thoroughly enjoying it. I am hoping it too has a happy ending.
Whilst reading the above books I read several of H.E. Bates' books which are always good for a laugh and I shall read more of them as the year progresses.
In my bookcase I also have "Kidnapped" which I enjoyed when I was a child and "Robinson Crusoe". Shall I read them as well I wonder of just keep them there until a great-granddaughter or two is old enough to enjoy them. I may even find a copy of "Black Beauty" as that I do remember as a favourite and I've always loved horses.
After this I will be looking forward to the new book by Lee Child, due out in September.
Earlier this year I decided to revisit books I read when quite young as well as some much loved stories of years ago.
I began with re-reading "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland", probably for about the fifth time. I still found it so fascinating. I always loved that white rabbit. Such a gentleman.
I also re-read "Daddy-Long-Legs" which was always one of my favourites and I recently borrowed "Dear Enemy" from my daughter and read it for the first time. I didn't enjoy quite as much as its predecessor although I still found the story of the orphanage sad but so very humorous as well. Perhaps, having read "Daddy-Long-Legs" first I more or less guessed what the ending would be and, of course, it was the right one.
Another of my favourites was "The Secret Garden" (I had also seen the film years ago) and when I read it again last month it inspired me at a time when I was felling quite down. I found the magic it contained gave me quite a lift when I needed it. I am now reading "Little Lord Fauntleroy" for the first time and thoroughly enjoying it. I am hoping it too has a happy ending.
Whilst reading the above books I read several of H.E. Bates' books which are always good for a laugh and I shall read more of them as the year progresses.
In my bookcase I also have "Kidnapped" which I enjoyed when I was a child and "Robinson Crusoe". Shall I read them as well I wonder of just keep them there until a great-granddaughter or two is old enough to enjoy them. I may even find a copy of "Black Beauty" as that I do remember as a favourite and I've always loved horses.
After this I will be looking forward to the new book by Lee Child, due out in September.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
THE PROGRESS OF CANDY THE CALICO CAT
This little cat came into our home, our lives just 10 days ago and during that short time she has taken over Phil's bed, my chair and our hearts. She eats what she is given and uses her tray without fail.
We will never forget little Precious as she was so special to us and a constant friend and she left a huge gaping hole we thought could never be filled. I cried bucketfuls when I had to say goodbye to her after nearly 13 years.
First my daughter, and then Phil, said I must get another cat. I felt I was betraying Precious if I did so soon after losing her but Candy is entirely different. She is very placid, which Precious was not, and just a loving as Precious ever was. They are two completely different cats so Candy has not taken over but fills a very special place of her own in our hearts.
Candy escaped again last week. Phil's error this time. She had a wonderful few minutes in the back and front gardens and Phil finally managed to catch her while she was busy having a sniff down near the shed. It unsettled her (and Phil too I think) for a while but she has settled down again and enjoys sitting on the window sill here in my work room looking out at the back garden and now it is warmer, (27º - 81ºF today and it's still winter) she can sit and look through the front and back screen doors.
We bought her a harness last week (had no instructions whatsoever which I thought rather bad as it wasn't cheap) and we are contemplating trying to put it on Candy. Although she has settled in so well we don't want to spook her so will have to take it gently at first. We thought, if she would tolerate the harness, we could take for little walks outside to familiarize her with the garden. More reports on whether we manage the harness business or not later.
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