Sepia Saturday this week shows a group of ladies sitting on the grass enjoying a picnic. Love the hats!!
Unfortunately I could only find one picnic shot in my collection, so decided instead to show you some group photos of the very English 'other' half of my family. My mother's family were German and emigrated to Australia in the late 1840s, early 1850s and I have used many of their photos in earlier posts.
My father on the other hand was English - very English. He was sent to Australia a few years after WW1 to make something of himself - a "ticket of leave" man. I think he had a hard time settling down to work after the war and liked the playboy life. His father was a very Victorian figure and believed that my father should work in the family business. It's all fairly vague and my father was a great story teller (read twister of the truth) so we never really found out what he did to upset his parents - his father refused to speak to or of him, although his sisters wrote and sent a few photos and various old aunts left him small bequests in their wills.
My mother kept up a correspondence with the sisters for some years, but after my father died in 1963, she lost touch. Thanks to the magic of the internet, I was able to track down my remaining cousins a few years ago and now keep in touch. Interestingly none of them could tell me what my father had done to be cast off from the family and the next generation of English cousins were totally unaware that they had cousins in Australia.
So, I will share a few of my precious photos with you. As a child I loved them because they looked so English and grand.
|My paternal grandfather and some of my cousins. Some day I hope to meet them.|
|Room for a pony.|
|Anyone for tennis?|
|And here we have a picnic - in the snow|
|There was certainly plenty of room for a picnic|
|And even a park in which to have a picnic.|
Liz Needle - linking with Sepia Saturday