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Thursday, 9 October 2014

Waggon wheels



This week's prompt features wagon wheels, and I have several photographs to share with you on this subject. The first photograph below shows 6 sets horses and wagons assembled in Cathedral Square Christchurch NZ in April 1886.  The photograph comes from the  extensive collection of the Alexander Turnbull Library in Wellington NZ, and doesn't the description there doesn't identify whose wagons they were, but in fact they belonged to a partnership styled Murray & Forbes, who had operated in business as carriers for some years previously, but had realised that with the advent of the 'iron horse', as the train was then known, they could no longer compete successfully. Prior to dissolving their partnership they arranged for this photograph to be taken, as you can read in the article taken from the Star newspaper of 28 April 1886. Charles Forbes my great grandfather was one of the two partners, so I was very excited to discover this photograph on the Alexander Turnbull Library web site a couple of years ago.  Unfortunately there's no identification of the men in the photograph, and as I have so far only been able to identify photographs of Charles from a much later date, I can't be sure whether he is one of the drivers, or one of the two men standing just left of the centre of the picture, but never mind.  You can zoom in and see some good detail of the men, their horses and wagons, or alternatively you can click on the link below to do the same with the photo in its original library location.







Report in The Star, 28 Apr 1886, snipped from Paperspast web site.


Here are transcriptions of a couple of reports of the sale of horses and stock that followed.

From Timaru Herald, 5 May 1886:

LARGE AND IMPORTANT SALE OP HEAVY DRAUGHT STOCK, WAGONS, HARNESS, &c.
MESSRS H. MATSON & CO. have received instructions from Messrs Murray and Forbes, who are relinquishing the carrying business, to OFFER FOR SALE AT TATTERSALL'S, on THURSDAY, MAY 6th, The whole of their HORSES AND PLANT, Comprising 42 VERY SUPERIOR DRAUGHT MARES and GELDINGS; grand sorts, capital workers, and on the whole, perhaps one of the Best Lines of Horses to be found in Canterbury. Also, 6 CAPITAL TILTED WAGONS, each with patent axles, and in good repair. 42 SETS OF HARNESS. Covers for each Horse. The attention of Farmers, Shippers, Contractors, and all who may require first-class Draught Stock, is directed to the above Sale. The season for Autumn Ploughing is now at hand, and gives a good prospect of a remunerative return for the labour, and farmers, as well as other buyers, would do well to attend this auction. The Horses have all been carefully selected, are of the best stamp,in the pink of condition, and there is not a bad worker among the lot. As Messrs Murray and Forbes are giving up the business in which they have recently been engaged, the various lots will be for bona fide sale. DATE—   THURSDAY, MAY 6th, At 12 o'clock. Place of Sale Tattersall's, Christchurch. H. MATSON & CO., Auctioneers.

From the Press, 7 May 1886:

Live Stock Market
Special Sale of Carrier's Plant -  Yesterday at Tattersall's, we conducted a sale of more than ordinary importance. The great northern caravan firm of Messrs Murray and Forbes, who, for so long a period, have done such good service in the transmission of produce and goods for the wool kings of the Amuri, have, in this age of progress, been compelled to yield to the superior facility afforded by the iron horse, and as the mist of the early morning disappears before the sun, so bullock drays were superseded by horse waggons, and these, in due time, by the railway at Culverden. There was a very large assemblage of people to witness this interesting dispersement of the relics of the past, the popularity of the firm, the superior and well known qualities of their teams, and the known bona fides of the sale created an attraction which brought together sentiment and business. Biddings came freely, and prices were good, only a very few of the lots passing the hammer without finding fresh owners. Figures were equal to a rise of 20 per cent upon ordinary values, the majority of the horses going to farmers and not to the trade; £20, £25, £30 to £36 were not infrequent quotations upon the catalogue of the day. A prominent member of the Railway League hardened his heart and dived in with a vengeance, buying a large proportion.




Shortly afterwards it appears that Charles Forbes took a consignment of 14 horses plus two waggons and a harness 'across the ditch', to be auctioned at Kirk'Bazaar, a big horse auction house of the day  in Melbourne Victoria. It must have involved quite a hazardous boat journey back then. I don't know what prices he obtained in Melbourne, but hopefully it justified the trip.  Charles seems to have stayed in Australia for around six months before returning to NZ, where he married the following year and became a farmer. He had orginally emigrated to NZ from Ballater Aberdeenshire in 1867, where in the 1861 Census he was described as a cattleman, despite being only aged 14 at the time. He was also a keen pole vaulter in his spare time, but I don't have any photographs of that. I hope he did not pole vault in his kilt! 


This advertisement appeared in the Argus on 20 May 1886, and has been snipped from the Trove web site.



Here from the Press, 11 September 1886, snipped from the Paperspast web site, is the final notice of dissolution of the Murray and Forbes partnership, which refers to the iron horse as the reason for the dissolution.






Charles and Jane Isabella Forbes and family, c. 1914



Charles Forbes with his baby granddaughter Jean (my late mother), c. 1928



This next item is only a photocopy of a photograph held in the Canterbury Museum, but it's also of family interest because the driver of the Riccarton dray is William Joseph Forbes, a nephew of Charles Forbes  above. Riccarton is a suburb of Christchurch.  Billy,1868-1933, was one of the four sons of Charles' older brother William, and used to drive the between Coach Corner and Christchurch.  I imagine that must be Billy holding onto the reins.



                           



The sons of William Forbes, showing William Joseph standing on the right. The others are George Henry (left rear) and John and Francis Charles, seated. Photo courtesy of  Relda, a descendant of Francis.  Their father William died when Francis was only four.


The last photo here comes from my mother Jean's album and is described as 'A week at Coutts Island, May 1940'.  Coutts Island is no longer an island, but is a farming locality on the south bank of the Waimakariri River, south of Kaiapoi.  It looks like this was a fun outing for a party of  friends, and I think that must be Jean standing up on top in the dark coat. I'm not sure what she could be holding on to, but maybe they are all just posing, as I don't think the cart could be going anywhere with one girl perching on the wheel like she is.



So that's enough from me this week, and I'll just finish with a link to this amusing little advertisement for a popular biscuit that I remember from about twenty years ago, which is sort of relevant to the topic. (Actually I've referred to the edible kind of wagon wheels before, just click here for an image).




For more blogs on the topic, just keep rolling along to Sepia Saturday #249

Postscript, 12.10.14:
Wikipedia photo of what was originally known as the Government Building, photographed from the clock tower side. See the relevant comment and reply below.

Sunday, 5 October 2014

My Ration Book, 1953-1954





Having just got back home from London this morning, I wasn't planning to post this week, but a read of  Lorraine's post this week prompted me to check out my mother Jean's scrapbooks of our year in England in 1953 - 1954, and here are a few photographs of the ration book that I needed as a temporary resident of 21 Eltisley Ave, Cambridge, where we lived while my father Ian was studying on a research fellowship. My parents' ration books were saved too. It appears that rationing for the items listed inside, namely meats, eggs, fats, cheese, bacon, sugar and milk, remained in force in the UK up until July 1954, although tea was no longer rationed after 1952.









Orange juice was also rationed, with just a couple of remaining coupons in the book.

 The following notice was in an envelope addressed to me, labelled by Jean: 'Important letter all about milk and orange juice'.



And of course, adjacent to the ration book Jean also included an appropriate photograph of a certain small person, enjoying her rations. 



Now to read other blogs for this week, just go to Sepia Saturday #248

Monday, 15 September 2014

A Tribute to my Mother Jean

                                                            


                                           



                                           


My dear mother Jean Margaret Cruickshank passed away on 19 August 2014, after about a year of rapidly deteriorating health. She has featured quite frequently in my blog posts here, because she was the instigator and owner of many photograph albums and scrapbooks documenting her life from childhood onwards. I'm very lucky to now have these albums and have included many of the old family photographs from these collections in my blog over the last twelve months or so. It's great to be able to give them an 'airing' after all these years of being filed neatly away.

Jean was born Jean Margaret Morrison on 21 September 1926, the third child of John Morrison and Mona Forbes. As well as her older sister Pat and older brother Ken, three more sons would be born to John and Mona. Four of the six children including Jean were born at the Morrison family home at 2 Aylmer St, Christchurch NZ. They were a close and happy family, although that happiness was marred by the death of son and brother Ken in World War 2. Jean was the last surviving member of the family.

Young Jean did well at school, coming Dux of her class in her final year, as did her older sister Pat. Their father John was a lawyer who had educated himself at night school after leaving school aged 14, and he greatly encouraged his two daughters in their academic achievement. Jean subsequently obtained a degree in teaching and completed a course in speech therapy. She  then worked with deaf children in Christchurch for some time before marrying Ian Cruickshank in 1950. Jean and Ian spent a year in England where Ian had a research fellowship, and then when he obtained a position as a research scientist in Canberra, they moved from New Zealand to Australia in 1956, with their small daughter and baby son. Another daughter was born in Canberra.

After working for 26 years as a teacher and speech therapist in Canberra at Koomarri School, a special school for developmentally disadvantaged children, Jean retired with Ian to the Central Coast of New South Wales in the early 1990s. The weather there was much milder than Canberra in both summer and winter, and they were able to enjoy a more relaxed lifestyle, make new friends and have fun with visiting grandchildren, while still keeping in regular touch with many old friends from Canberra and NZ, incuding several whom Jean had known since beginning high school and others whom she had met at college. Over the years Jean had also became life-long friends with a lady who was one of her original students when she first began teaching teaching deaf children in Christchurch in 1948.

Jean was a keen cook and her children and grandchildren always looked forward to her special treats, especially at Christmas time, when she made her signature dishes, such as bacon and egg pie and grasshopper pie, together with large batches of NZ favourites, for example kiwi crisps, Afghan biscuits, gingerbread, shortbread, chocolate fudge cake, brandy snaps, bumblebees and meringues, to name just a few.They also liked having fish and chips and feeding the pelicans with Nan at The Entrance, and the fact that she always carried a bag with peppermints which she called pep pills for car journeys with her grandchildren. Claire her oldest grandchild has fond memories of 'Nan's fabulous yellow Daihatsu Charade', which became Claire's first car after Jean upgraded to a newer model.

 After Ian passed away in 2000, Jean set up an annual science prize in his name at his old high school in Rangiora NZ, where he had originally been inspired by his science master to pursue a career in scientific research. She continued to enjoy life and to participate fully in lots of local activities, such as croquet, ten pin bowling, and various groups at her local church. She was a committed member of a Central Coast peace group. She attended computer class and learnt to email, Skype and text and was thus able to share photos and keep in regular and instant communication with her wide-spread circle of family and friends, now distributed over several continents. She also travelled overseas quite regularly.  We lived about an hour away in Sydney, and virtually needed to make an appointment if we wanted to catch her at home for a visit! Sadly her health began to decline however, and in April last year she moved down to Melbourne to a nursing home near where we now live, because she was no longer able to look after herself independently.

 I've posted about Jean's childhood, for example here and here, about her siblings Pat, Ken and Graeme. about her college days and past boyfriends and about her wedding, honeymoon, early married lifeexcursions and celebrations with friends. I've also written several times about the year my parents and I spent in Cambridge from late 1953, for example  here and here , and about our early family life in Canberra, ACT, here and here. If Jean didn't feature in a family photograph, it was probably because she was behind the lens taking the shot.




Toddler Jean with her big sister Pat and older brother Ken who is wearing a sailor suit, c. 1927
(Note the connection to this week's prompt)




Jean  in Christchurch with her father John Morrison and baby daughter, 1953.



Jean reading to some of her nine grandchildren, c. 1988


Gingerbread baking with NZ granddaughter Velella, Xmas 2010





Jean enjoying a family lunch with four of those same grandchildren from the previous photo, together with a couple of their spouses, and mine. Former baby Laura who was sitting on her Nan's knee above is next to yours truly, 4th from left. October 2013


We are planning a memorial service for Jean next month, to be held at the church she regularly attended on the NSW Central Coast, and I'll be including some of these photos in a reflective presentation on her life. 

This coming weekend on Sunday 21 September in London proud new parents Claire and Jonny are having a naming ceremony for Jean's little namesake, her second great granddaughter Isabelle Jean, and I'm lucky enough to be able to go over there and take part, together with our other daughter (the baby in red), aka Aunty Laura. Sadly Jean did not get to meet either of her two great granddaughters, born in 2013 and 2014 and who live far away in Canada and England respectively, but it seems fitting that the chosen date for Isabelle's naming ceremony is also Jean's birthday, on which she would have turned 88. 

Here is a selection of photos of Jean that have previously featured in this blog. 


Thank you for everything Mum.

Much loved and greatly missed by all her family and friends.





Forget-me-not photo, taken by Jean's daughter Louisa, in her garden


Vale Jean


Friday, 12 September 2014

Hanging out with friends




The casual poses of the men in the prompt photo made me think immediately of this photograph of my Uncle Ken and his NZ Air Force mates. I've featured it before so I will just refer you to what I said about it back then, in my tribute to Ken which you can find here, if you didn't already read or don't remember it. Ken is on the right, smoking not drinking, but I think there's a similarity all the same. Suffice to say, all four were killed in World War 2.




I haven't found a lot of casual photos in my albums, but the next one sort of fits the bill. The label just says 'Cass, 1945' which does not mean much to me, but I think these men could be Air Force trainees, possibly out on some exercise in the Cass area in Canterbury NZ, because they look to be wearing khaki. My lanky father Ian Cruickshank is on the far right. He and another fellow are pulling on a rope, perhaps as a way to manoeuvre a pile of wood? The others less than helpfully have their feet up on the pile, and generally look either cheerful or bemused. Conscription was in force in New Zealand during World War 2, and while Ian was at university and luckily didn't have to serve overseas, he did serve 133 days within NZ in the Air Force before being discharged in 1945. He was 21 when the war ended, a year younger than Ken would have been, had he not been killed 2 years earlier.




To even things up between the sexes, here are a couple of my mother and her friends, one at the beach and one more formal at a wedding, but still having fun. Again these photos are from the 1940s.




Jean standing above her friends, who are skylarking on the rocks and sand at Piha Beach near Auckland NZ.The girl on the right has something in her right hand, but it's not a bottle or a cigarette packet, I'm sure.




Let them eat cake! Jean is at far left, and the bride Margaret is second from right. The lady in the centre could be her mother, because she looks older and is not named in Jean's album. The other three were good friends of Jean, and I think Colleen, the lady in front on the right, is the same person who is wearing shorts in the other photo. They all look to be enjoying a happy occasion.


Here's a fun link to finish, even if it is an advertisement for Irish whiskey : 
http://youtu.be/h81oiF7VIOw

Pretty short and sweet from me this week, but for more poses, casual or otherwise from other Sepians, just  click here.

Saturday, 6 September 2014

Itinerant artists and street perfomers I have known





I have no photos of monkeys, itinerant or otherwise, and was almost not going to post this week, but then the concept of itinerant workers made me think of my uncle Graeme Morrison and another more distant relative, Jon Petrie,  both of whom were accomplished artists who painted for their living at certain times.  
Jon Petrie was a son of Frank Petrie and grandson of Jessie Petrie, who was the sister of my great grandfather Charles Murray Cruickshank.  I've written about Jessie previously. Jon worked in various parts of the world as a photographer and columnist, but he was also a mural painter, and I understand that he would not infrequently offer to paint something for the hotel or place he was visiting in return for his accommodation.  Here is an example of one of his works, which was painted in situ at the Reef Lodge, Sigatoka, Fiji. This establishment doesn't appear to exist any more, so presumably neither does the mural.


Here's another of his paintings, this time of boats somewhere. Boat owners would no doubt also be interested in a painting of their prized possessions, but this may or may not have been painted for that reason.



Below is a snap of my Uncle Graeme's studio, which he built in the back garden of his parents' family home in Christchurch New Zealand, c. 1951. That may be Graeme sitting on the step, together with his mother Mona and his sisters Pat and Jean.


The caption to this newspaper clipping describes how Graeme would pay his way when travelling in the USA, by painting houses and then offering to sell them to the owners. I'm not sure if he painted them first and then asked the owners if they would like to buy them, or if he painted on commission, but it could have worked both ways. His mother noted at the top of the clipping that they got a great surprise to find the photo in their local Christchurch paper, the Star, one night in the late 1950s.


Graeme and his wife Ann settled in California but at one stage in the 1970s or 1980s  they decided to return to NZ. To do this Graeme held a garage sale to get rid of his remaining artwork, so my mother who happened to be visiting them at the time bought the following three paintings and drawings.  They subsequently returned to California, where Graeme passed away in 1988. Consquently his family have very few paintings, but hopefully some of his work still graces the walls of some attractive Californian homes.







Street performers in the family
Our son Kim taught himself to juggle at age 10 and it wasn't long before he became quite skilled at juggling balls (5/6), clubs, rings, knives, fire torches etc. His older sister Claire picked up the balls soon after, and little sister Laura did likewise a few years later. Our other son Strahan took a while longer but now he too can juggle 3 balls quite well. It's very good for coordination and even I could do the basic juggle at one stage. So here for your entertainment are a few collages of family juggling shots from the 1990s in various guises and locations. Kim sometimes earnt himself pocket money by busking at Circular Quay on Sydney Harbour. He and Claire joined a juggling club in the city where they learnt club passing, numbers and all sorts of complicated juggling tricks.




Unicycling seems to go with juggling, so that was the next skill to be mastered, and then came unicycle hockey, which looks chaotic but is fun to play and to watch.


We even attended a week long juggling convention in Las Vegas in January 1996 while on holiday there (photos on left of 3rd collage). Some of the artists who performed nightly at the hotels would come and join in with the amateurs after they finished their acts each night. The three centre shots were taken at Darling Harbour in Sydney, where Claire and her brother earnt money teaching juggling to passers-by at a juggling booth during a couple of school holidays. Top right is a line-up with cousins in Paihia NZ, although only two of the kids could actually juggle at this stage, but the others had fun trying! Kim showed his school mates how to unicycle and Claire had a few jobs as a juggling clown at children's parties. These days Laura is a primary school teacher, and she occasionally brings out the unicycle and balls to give the kids a demonstration, but otherwise the clubs, knives, rings, diabolo and unicycles are here in the shed or attic, just waiting for the next generation to come along and have a go, whenever the time is right.



Performing and busking, 1996. B&W photos taken and developed by yours truly.

Now for more performers, artists, monkeys and other entertaining takes of all kinds on the topic this week , just click here.


                          ps. I'm not sure that moneys can really juggle, but here is one that makes a pretty good attempt!  

And finally, as a couple of people have expressed an interest in my Uncle Graeme's shed painting, which has been hanging on my wall ever since my mother gave it to me in the 1980s, here is another one that you might also like, which my brother owns. Neither are for sale, sorry to say. I understand that Graeme's children don't have any of their father's work, so perhaps I will leave mine to one of them.

  
     

Thursday, 28 August 2014

Coogee and Bronte





When I first saw the topic photograph above, I immediately thought it looked like Bronte Beach, particularly because of the little steam train you can see running in the park, but I see it is in fact Coogee Beach c. 1900, which lies to the south of Bronte, with one other beach called Clovelly  in between. These beaches and the iconic Bondi Beach all form part of a string of beaches that lie south of the Sydney CBD. By the way, the 'oo' in the name Coogee is pronounced to rhyme with the 'oo' in cook, not as in 'coop', if that makes sense. The name apparently comes from an Aboriginal word meaning 'smelly place' due to the seaweed on the beach, but that isn't a particular problem these days.
 We spent the second night of our honeymoon in a motel up the hill on Coogee Bay Rd before heading to New Zealand for a two week holiday and have since returned several more times, staying at a rather better class hotel just opposite the beach. Of course much of that hill you can see in the photograph is now fully built up, but not far away on a headland between Bronte and Clovelly lies the substantial Waverley Cemetery, where the residents who include many famous Australians have enjoyed sites/plots boasting prime views since the cemetery was first established in 1877.  
I have never seen a model train at Coogee and have not discovered anything about its history, but clearly there was one operating way back when the topic photo was taken. A similar train still runs at Bronte however and this was a favourite family picnic place when we lived in Sydney  We initially rented a semi-detached house within walking distance of Bondi but even after we moved across the Sydney Harbour Bridge and up to the North Shore, we would battle the traffic and drive back down to family-friendly Bronte  for a pleasant afternoon there in the park beside the beach. Our children would have been running down the grassy slope towards the Bronte park, rather than away from it like the gentleman captured in the Coogee photograph. According to the Waverley Council web site, Bronte was named not after the famous literary sisters but after Horatio Lord Viscount Nelson. After Nelson and his troops captured Sicily in 1799, the King of Sicily gave him the additional title of Duke of Bronte, which is a town in Sicily.

Coogee Beach is part of the neighbouring council of Randwick, and you can read about its present day features and facilities and see current beach photographs here on that Council's web site. Just off the beach and out of the picture is a rocky outcrop called Wedding Cake Island, which helps make Coogee a much safer beach than some others nearby that are more open. Under the lee of the southern cliff side are a couple of enclosed saltwater swimming baths,  including McIvers Baths, established in 1886 for women and children only. According to the Council web site, 
"[McIvers] is the last remaining women's-only seawater pool in Australia and has been in continuous use since its establishment. The State Government granted the pool an exemption from the New South Wales Anti-Discrimination Act in 1995. They are open only to women and children. There are numerous other nearby ocean pools that are not restricted including Wylie's Baths, Ross Jones Memorial Pool and Giles Baths."


 Here's another photograph of Coogee Beach from the Power House Museum Collection on Flickr Commons, showing the aquarium in the distance, c 1920-1930. The aquarium dome still exists, but it is now simply part of a hotel.



Below are a few photos I've found in my albums showing some of our visits to the Bronte beach train back in the 1980s. 

Riding the miniature train back in 1981 with first daughter Claire, aged about two



By 1986 it was all aboard for  our 3 children 



These snaps of the nearby playground and the train were taken in 1989 when Laura our fourth and last child was aged about two. All four are having a ride here, with one up the front, two with their father in the second car, and big sister waving from the third one.

Apparently the Bronte train has been in operation in the summer months since 1947. When not in use it is housed in a neat covered shed at the side of the track. The original driver/operator Kevin Colman who established the train passed away last year aged 86, but someone else has been driving it for the last few years. There would probably have been a public outcry otherwise!

 If you are ever in Sydney, there is a great cliff top walk between Bondi and Coogee and this includes a spectacular art exhibition of more than 100 works called Sculpture by the Sea that is staged annually in November along the section between Bondi and Tamarama, which is a beach just north of Bronte. Then if anyone's feeling really fit and energetic, there's also an annual swim between Bondi and Bronte, but I prefer to walk and admire the views.

Here is a collage of photographs taken over the years at Sculpture By the Sea. Many interesting works can be viewed beside the coastal path, on the beach and sometimes even floating in the sea itself.  I think part of the Waverley Cemetery can be glimpsed in the far distance in the top right hand picture.  



For more beach views, model trains, running men, escapees and other things related to this week's prompt, check out Sepia Saturday