tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-349939232024-02-22T17:19:00.064+10:30Liz NeedleLiz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.comBlogger688125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-65219295525272223972023-01-08T22:02:00.011+10:302023-01-09T17:23:11.798+10:30The Richmond PoisonerWhilst my post tonight is not about Child Criminals, is about children as the victims of crime. And it is related to my husband's family - but only by marriage, we hasten to add. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Needle">Martha Needle</a> Martha needle was an Australian serial killer known for poisoning her husband, three children, and prospective brother-in-law. She was hanged on 22 October 1894, at the age of 31.
Martha was born in Morgan, South Australia in 1864 to a very poor family where she suffered a lot of physical and sexual abuse from her stepfather and mother. She left home when she was 13 and in 1881 married Henry Needle. It was apparently a happy marriage and they had three daughters. They moved to Melbourne but the marriage gradually deteriorated. Mabel, the eldest daughter died in 1885 after a short illness. Martha collected insurance upon her deatth. In 1889, Henry became ill and died after a lingering illness. Martha collected insurance for hin too. In 1890 and 1891 the other two daughters died after long slow illnesses which the doctor diagnosed as "wasting disease". Again Martha collected insurance.
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Martha was avery attractive young woman which could be why the doctor did not become suspicious.<br><br><br>
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Martha then took a position as housekeeper to two young brothers - Louis and Otto Juncken. Otto fell in love with Martha, but the relationship was halted by his two brothers Louis and Herman who did not trust her. Louis then after several bouts of illness and recovery' finally died in 1894 of "inflammation of the stomach and membranes of the heart". Hermann, the third brother arrived frrom Adelaide to arrange the funeral, but was taked ill after eating a meal with Martha. He was treated by his doctor, but at this stage neither man was suspicious of Martha until Hermann had another meal with Martha and became violently ill again. Now the doctor became suspicious and had a sample of Hermann's vomit tested. It contained traces of arsenic and he called the police. <br><br><br>
A trap was set for Martha and Hermann returned to take tea with Martha. She was caught in the act! A search of her cottage found a fresh tin of "Rough on Rats ". It was later discovered that she had purchased numerous tins of rat poison. The bodies of the rest of her victims were exhumed and found to contain arsenic.
She was arrested, sent to trial and found guilty of murder on September 24, 1894. She was hanged on October 22nd 1894.<br><br>
BTW, Henry was my husband's great, great uncle. I also discovered while researching Martha that in the 1920s a nephew of hers - <a href="https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/real-life/true-stories/mentally-ill-or-clever-and-calculating-the-thrilling-story-of-aussie-woman-who-poisoned-her-entire-family/news-story/929c1a55323b325bd71fefddd4d3251c">Alexander Lee</a> - was hanged in Adelaide for poisoning his wife and three of his seven children!!<br><br>
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Liz Needle, linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday 654<br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-5352831380131369862022-11-03T22:44:00.012+10:302022-11-03T22:52:46.506+10:30Sepia Saturday 645<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7s2sbpSzU7IpwiCOGcG5AZESmNCNakRkIfVIKj1an0dqV2l1OI7JsFAiGD0Tvc8toKW1mBpeNaq9a9642qOUNgD0qu-QxOw9eFWQJjQO_M98fcCXsOy0r-2NgRPw-wvh4rP76cPUGugz1ZUnc8QhG6YiYpdX31p53A-qBmgP5R9yt_uJQcQ/s640/SS%20645.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" width="200" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7s2sbpSzU7IpwiCOGcG5AZESmNCNakRkIfVIKj1an0dqV2l1OI7JsFAiGD0Tvc8toKW1mBpeNaq9a9642qOUNgD0qu-QxOw9eFWQJjQO_M98fcCXsOy0r-2NgRPw-wvh4rP76cPUGugz1ZUnc8QhG6YiYpdX31p53A-qBmgP5R9yt_uJQcQ/s200/SS%20645.jpg"/></a></div><br><br><br>
Oh Boy!! I nearly missed this week which would have been devastating as I have dozens of old school photos. Coming from 4 generations of teachers (at least), I seem to have been gifted with a variety of these old memories. Problem is what to choose - some of them may have been shown here before. <br><br>
My Great great grandmother Marianne Heyne came to Australia in Australia in 1851, having previously founded a school in Dresden. She joined her son Ernst Bernhard Heyne in Melbourne - he had arrived in 1848, travelling as a tutor to a family. He was a mathematician, a botanist and an accomplished linguist. He was then employed as chief plantsman at the Melbourne Botanic Gardens, then as secretary to Ferdinand von Mueller, the director of the Botanic Gardens. <br><br>
In 1868 he moved to South Australia and married Laura Hanckel whose father was a book binder and book seller. They had 5 children - one died in infancy, but the three daughters went on to becaome some of the best known teachers in Adelaide.Their son Carl established a nursery business which is still run by his great grandchildren. Three of Carl's children went on to become teachers, including my mother. A number of the next generation (mine) also became teachers, but as I had 33 cousins, many of whom either were teachers or had children who became teachers, I have given up keeping count.<br><br>
But I digress - the photos.<br><br>
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This is a photo of my great Aunt Laura with her class from The Advanced School for Girls in Adelaide. Laura went on the become the Senior Science Mistress at Adelaide Boys High School - a first ever for a woman in an all boys school. One of her senior science students was the late <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mark_Oliphant"><b>Sir Mark Oliphant</b></a>, one of the scientists instrumental in developing the atomic bomb.<br><br>
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This is an earlier photo of Laura with a younger class. This was probably a primary school in the country. All young teachers then and even in my early teaching career had to do country service. <br><br>
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Ida , the youngest of the three sisters became profoundly deaf in her teen years, but nevertheless had a wonderful career as a language teacher at a prestigious girls college in Adelaide. Even in her late 90's she was regularly visited by her old students, so beloved was she. She is on the extreme left in the front row with, I believe, a group of student teachers. And below, celebrating her 90th birthday with some of her ex-students.<br><br>
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Agnes the eldest of the girls was probably the best known and was certainly remembered as a brilliant scholar and teacher - at the same time raising a very large family with a frequently absent husband. This next photo shows the three sisters with Agnes' eldest child.<br><br>
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And so to the next generation - my mother's. She was one of 10 children, 3 of whom became teachers. Mum was a primary school teacher, retiring when she was 69. She taught in many schools, both country and city. Her first appointment was to Minlaton , a country town many miles from Adelaide. She lived in a boarding house, sharing a room with her land lady because the other bedrooms housed two bank clerks, a stock agent and a male shop assistant. The land lady divided their rooms with hessian curtains for privacy!! Mum had 60 students in her classroom - Years 1,2 and 3. The Headmaster had Years 4, 5, 6 and 7 in another classroom.<br><br> This photo is a later class. Mum is on the right with the very "modern" bob. <br><br>
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My turn. This is the only photo I have of myself at school. I had more, but they were lost in one of our many shifts in the early days. This is in 1953 in my first year at high school.I am in the front row, second from the right.<br><br>
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Three aspiring young teachers me, my cousin, Jan Heyne and my best friend Kate. I think we rather fancied ourselves in those days.<br><br>
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And just to show that teachers are not always stern and serious. The school staff at Lobethal Primary all dressed up for Melbourne Cup Day(Australia's most famous horse race.) That's me in the centre in my Op Shop pink special.<br><br>
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That's it for me. Better late than never. Please excuse any typos - I did this in a hurry.<br><br>
Liz Needle linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday 645</a>
Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-12718559451757403292022-10-03T16:09:00.010+10:302022-10-03T16:14:41.470+10:30BeardsI had to share a few more of the beards that appear in my family albums.
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There are some similarities in style here - especially the bare chin ones. I found that those who didn't have beards usually had moustaches. Very few clean shaven one back in the 19th centry Adelaide.
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Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-61283901019902274462022-10-01T21:26:00.000+09:302022-10-01T21:26:27.495+09:30Sepia Saturday 641<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQZtahLTk9qXSe09Z5g68HY9bLQRHl3W3qx6wPI3SsTYxhOz6ahV_PzfJ5Aq3uauSFmdtwqYrHruSvq4OWQD30omBV8z8HBrf3aP4pIi6RDGj7jVxff-muXRD9CrbMk_lRyEYs3R1O8l1pkhrBYxN_3pD_K0DIp6Kq_2Kj4uTknmXiZDgAHg/s320/SS%20641.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" width="320" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQZtahLTk9qXSe09Z5g68HY9bLQRHl3W3qx6wPI3SsTYxhOz6ahV_PzfJ5Aq3uauSFmdtwqYrHruSvq4OWQD30omBV8z8HBrf3aP4pIi6RDGj7jVxff-muXRD9CrbMk_lRyEYs3R1O8l1pkhrBYxN_3pD_K0DIp6Kq_2Kj4uTknmXiZDgAHg/s320/SS%20641.jpg"/></a></div><br><br>
Sepia Saturday is all about Beards and Books. Luckily my family files have a number of beards, from those of my early German immigrant ancestors to my modern day family.
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Great Great Grandfather Heinrich Eduard Hanckel, although cleanshaven as a young man sported a lovely white beard in later age. He was a book binder and book seller and came to South Australia in 1850. Here is a link to the book theme.<br><br><br>
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A Great Great Grandfather on the maternal side was Johann Gottlieb Lehmann who arrived in South Australia on the Leontine in 1848. He hailed from Brandenburg, Prussia. He sported a fuller, longer beard than GGG Hanckel. His offspring also enjoyed their facial hair.<br><br><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidpElcoI-HiTxn2eFc2cpwvh2RGUO6fjpgnN0Z47KHNLOSjvRkg7Z4W28pB88Mz5nsrDdsNl-Y26SxL-xRvRZziSYcdiiW-JGcDEeEKWsUNQGpS2cSn6yazdAndO6D7IjaszW5N_s6qr0cQ5h_KB7AMz-6FAxBaQwIZiROdrKlWw68A9LeQw/s1446/L%20Christian%20Lehmann%20and%20brother.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: right; float: right;"><img alt="" border="0" height="400" data-original-height="1446" data-original-width="1044" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidpElcoI-HiTxn2eFc2cpwvh2RGUO6fjpgnN0Z47KHNLOSjvRkg7Z4W28pB88Mz5nsrDdsNl-Y26SxL-xRvRZziSYcdiiW-JGcDEeEKWsUNQGpS2cSn6yazdAndO6D7IjaszW5N_s6qr0cQ5h_KB7AMz-6FAxBaQwIZiROdrKlWw68A9LeQw/s400/L%20Christian%20Lehmann%20and%20brother.jpg"/></a></div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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Coming down a generation. Great Grandfather Ernst Bernhard Heyne who married GGG Hanckel's daughter, Laura, also has a link to books. He was a Botanist, a linguist and a Horticulturist and wrote one of the first gardening books published in the colony of South Australia. "The Amateur Gardener for South Australia" went to at least 3 editions and even today is full of sound gardening principles and practices. Here he is as a younger man and the older version<br><br><br>
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The next couple of generations weren't into beards though some of them fancied their moustaches, but my generation, in middle age, took to berads with great gusto, as some of my cousins show you here.
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But I think the classic of my generation comes from my husband's family of six boys. My husband Don, is the only clean shaven one, though he did grow a beard arond this time. Unfortunately his rathe sort neck meant the beard just did not suit him, so at the family's insistence, he shaved it off. Every now and then he threatens to grow it again and is immediately told he will suffer a family excommunication.
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I actually found some more interesting beards in my family photos, but I am so frustrated with this new formatting system that I couldn't be bothered figuring it out. Maybe I will put them in another post when I am feeling more patient.
<br> Meantime I hope you enjoy this post and pop along to the link to see how the others have got on with this theme.<br><br><br><br>
Liz Needle linking with <a href="https://ssepiasaturday.blogspot.com/"><b>Sepia Saturday</b></a>
Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-84353084787437181762022-09-18T16:33:00.000+09:302022-09-18T16:33:35.035+09:30Busy FingersI find it very difficult to sit and do nothing on cold wintery nights, so I tend to pick up some handwork to do. This year as a change from my usual crocheting or cross stitch, I decided to go back to knitting. But what to knit - then Spotlight had a sale on baby wool. Just what I needed. Small quick items. But no new babies in the family, nor the likelihood of any for some years.<br><br><br>
Then inspiration hit. The Chidren's Hospital. Surely they had some mothers come in who needed hand knitted woollies for their new borns. So my new craze began. Now, a few months later I have 20 little jimpers/cardigans and twelve little beanies to find homes for.<br><br><br>
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Now the whole lot.<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDlEQlXQDZLo-cXdDl0wFlA8_Jpqifs9ZOmSyrXaqJYfT6DuxOyJztNxOMrOzKFvzu-77wj_8DG7U4AAIfxzz7UHgDnhDymkZX4Kj6YXjYBbNNh8oOejZNERq0FUW_0KoCl8IMx_5fS52-cybs1SOn3vhgz8LihTXak6ZaYbFrLSkh7iYqQ/s4608/B6.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" width="600" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuDlEQlXQDZLo-cXdDl0wFlA8_Jpqifs9ZOmSyrXaqJYfT6DuxOyJztNxOMrOzKFvzu-77wj_8DG7U4AAIfxzz7UHgDnhDymkZX4Kj6YXjYBbNNh8oOejZNERq0FUW_0KoCl8IMx_5fS52-cybs1SOn3vhgz8LihTXak6ZaYbFrLSkh7iYqQ/s600/B6.jpg"/></a></div><br><br><br>
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Now to parcel them up and send the to the Children's Hospital. Hopefully they'll be able to find them good homes. Hmm what next??<br><br>
Liz NeedleLiz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-54601371445646728172022-09-15T16:26:00.001+09:302022-09-17T17:57:49.947+09:30Sepia Saturday 639 - Mothers and Prams<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HC_7Gb7QZQrYApekYiJKMJVXC783g28x8xSJ671UQTZ5bayU4gAYdruPTJJQIsOMMulgemp3SFDtTiycaHW5XCEncXQZr7z1zGjFro7wmhZbQQ_NeQg_EGKhvANhwTo1wqYDWtCTp1NSd3h_uWDFEQD_wEb9HgQk2_KOQL3TkYhmG-gPfw/s320/sepia%20639.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: left; float: left;"><img alt="" border="0" width="200" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HC_7Gb7QZQrYApekYiJKMJVXC783g28x8xSJ671UQTZ5bayU4gAYdruPTJJQIsOMMulgemp3SFDtTiycaHW5XCEncXQZr7z1zGjFro7wmhZbQQ_NeQg_EGKhvANhwTo1wqYDWtCTp1NSd3h_uWDFEQD_wEb9HgQk2_KOQL3TkYhmG-gPfw/s200/sepia%20639.jpg"/></a></div><br><br>This week's image shows a woman with a baby in a pram. And for once I seem to have a number of them in my family archives. So here goes.
<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-N3rQrbILp1wccCsuUOpLQ3yyEbjcN1e2F4kMNAiro7gfFZn_iTBN7JdveRBDMyr3NpZrOdE5fIy3-KXk-CZuhsRud7wz-OILluzmk9z2Otx1cN3Z6Dgxw4q6M15R7_hIESVRNbK1cfDk88mjkMHdk6YDuRiaue-IzH_rhZg9ItPLA5SMnQ/s1277/rosa%20phillis%20twins.jpg" style="display: block; padding: 1em 0; text-align: center; clear: right; float: right;"><img alt="" border="0" width="400" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="1277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-N3rQrbILp1wccCsuUOpLQ3yyEbjcN1e2F4kMNAiro7gfFZn_iTBN7JdveRBDMyr3NpZrOdE5fIy3-KXk-CZuhsRud7wz-OILluzmk9z2Otx1cN3Z6Dgxw4q6M15R7_hIESVRNbK1cfDk88mjkMHdk6YDuRiaue-IzH_rhZg9ItPLA5SMnQ/s400/rosa%20phillis%20twins.jpg"/></a></div><br><br> This one is of my husband's grandmother, Rosa Needle with three of her four children. The babies in the pram are twin boys - Frederick Alexander and Ronald Arthur - and their older sister Phyllis Rosa. Ronald went on to be my father-in-law, but Frederick sadly died when he was 14 years old.<br><br>
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These last photos are not family ones, but a few that I have collected along the way. Enjoy.<br><br>
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<br><br>Thank you for viewing my blog. To see how my fellow Sepians have interpreted this theme please follow the link <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/"> Sepia Saturday.</a><br><br><br>Liz Needle<br><br><br>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-33322950949044169922022-09-11T21:00:00.022+09:302022-09-12T20:01:49.628+09:30Sepia Saturday 638I was quite amazed when I looked at the date on my last post and saw that it was October 9th - last year!!
Where have the last 11 months gone and what have I been doung that kept me too busy to write up my blog?
Maybe age has something to do with it. I find these days that I have less energy to achieve all that I used to do and less motivation to get off my backside and get things done. Not that I haven't been busy. The garden is looking very well considering that we have had a cold, wet winter and now that the Spring bulbs and flowering shrubs and trees are coming to life, I feel much more energised. I have spent a lot of time in front of the fire crocheting and knitting baby garments for charity and I have enjoyed that though at times my arthritis has made it painful. I will pit some photos up when I have found my camera. And I have also taken on the job of secretary for the local Lawn Bowls Club, so I guess I have not totally retreated into hibernation.
So, now it is time to restart my blog!! This week I have decided to post to Sepia Saturday, a meme I have always enjoyed in the past. In fact my last post was for Sepia Saturday.
The theme this week is to do with buses - I haven't many bus photos, but here is one of my favourites.
<br>I think I have used it before, but your memories are probably as bad as mine.
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<br>This one was taken in 1951 while we were on holiday on Kangaroo Island just off the coast of South Australia. We were enjoying a tour of the island when the bus broke down and I used my new Box Browniw to get a shot of the gentlemen passengers all trying to contribute their expertise to get the bus back on the road.
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<br>The husband of one of my quilting friends spends his time restoring old 'double deckers' and the highlight of one of our quilting camps was a quilt shop hop in one of his beautiful buses.
This photo is not of the quilt trip, but this is the bus we travelled on. My quilt camp photos are on a CD and the CD slot on my computer has given up the ghost!
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And finally an "old bus" that was very dear to Don and I. This 1932 B Model ford was converted into a van and was Don's very first car. We painted it ourtselves and inside I decorated it with little paintings of beetles and bugs. This lovely old bus transported many of our friends to dances and picnics. With an old mattress in the back it made for travel in comfort in the days before seatbelts and other safety measures and it is still fondly remembered at college re-unions.
<br<br>>And that is it for buses from me. <br><br>
Liz Needle - Linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a> Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-73162323443405767522021-10-09T23:27:00.000+10:302021-10-09T23:27:00.352+10:30Houses and Gardens - Sepia Saturday<p> Well, I come back to Sepia Saturday after a few weeks off and find the theme has changed to no real theme. Now that makes it difficult as I liked having that little nudge in the right direction.</p><p>However, I am a fan of old houses and gardens, so I did get a bit of an idea from this week's photo - I am looking for old houses and gardens in my collection.</p><p>My father was an Englishman from a reasonably well off family who can trace their ancestry back for hundreds of years. When I say he "came" to Australlia, I really mean he was 'sent' to Australia because my very strict Victorian grandfather had had enough of him lazing around doing very little in the way of work, partying, wining and dining and spending the family money. In retrospect I think he had a difficult 5 years in the army in WW1 and found it very hard to settle down in peace time.</p><p>Whatever the reason really was - and he never spoke of it or his war experiences, - he was packed off to Australia as a "remittance man" and told to 'make good". I knew very little of his background except that he had three sisters, I had English cousins and until the Depression, the family had money.</p><p>Since then I have been able to trace my cousins and now know a little more about the family, although they know nothing about my father except that he came to Australia for some unknown reason. I do however have some family photos, some of which I will share with you because they do fit my theme of old houses and gardens. For most of my younger years these few photos were my only connection with my English family so they were very much treasured.</p><p>My grandparents lived in Wallasey and there is information in the Wallasey History archives about their house which was demolished around 1920. It was known as "Braddofields" and was regarded as a significant house in Wallasey.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6sk9Nl9QlQc6p95i9VCXR9w7h6v4ZGVKN4-DPpmmVjYVsEsZDpveY-p4IV6BIAY_b6wwF7fsNmol4PqGa_YRoQ7gA6Pu3Fv-3QKg7xVlKSB6xZgMlX48V40C8p3LRU4fRcki/s2048/Braddofields+blown+up1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1580" data-original-width="2048" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6sk9Nl9QlQc6p95i9VCXR9w7h6v4ZGVKN4-DPpmmVjYVsEsZDpveY-p4IV6BIAY_b6wwF7fsNmol4PqGa_YRoQ7gA6Pu3Fv-3QKg7xVlKSB6xZgMlX48V40C8p3LRU4fRcki/w446-h344/Braddofields+blown+up1900.jpg" width="446" /></a></div>This is Braddofields circa 1900. The occasion appears to be a tennis party. At the time my father would have been 7 or 8 and his sisters a few years older. I have no doubt that my grandparents are in this photo and probably my aunts and father too. This is the tennis party enlarged. There don't appear to be any young children there so perhaps they were kept in the nursery.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wwkKGYTThsaQOCA2zKN8d3QT8CqGuILatldH7ep2Ler0Ps5QStrRFBap_UBMYxzSfUyNgQOvPBNnAdLTxyPA3aVo9GtYuEAZqPGL3Qk-piCdixICcIIJZlIeGSZzV3VLmK4Z/s1420/Braddofields+blown+up1900_edited-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="713" data-original-width="1420" height="273" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_wwkKGYTThsaQOCA2zKN8d3QT8CqGuILatldH7ep2Ler0Ps5QStrRFBap_UBMYxzSfUyNgQOvPBNnAdLTxyPA3aVo9GtYuEAZqPGL3Qk-piCdixICcIIJZlIeGSZzV3VLmK4Z/w542-h273/Braddofields+blown+up1900_edited-1.jpg" width="542" /></a></div><br /><div>This photo shows Braddofields during WW1 after my grandparents had moved. I am guessing that the tennis court was taken over to grow vegetables during the war years.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0daktEWgjURcrzEYI8gxq6aDqaf2FO3Ok6vKHbOpohtrR4QYu0Cta7beAKO6ZxrZTYqepTvLhEQV1jxxm_smsKf9hyphenhyphenstfPuknmy-be0N3G1jbpnmafOSkoFWLv9ha7elc25bE/s900/Braddofields_1917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="671" data-original-width="900" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0daktEWgjURcrzEYI8gxq6aDqaf2FO3Ok6vKHbOpohtrR4QYu0Cta7beAKO6ZxrZTYqepTvLhEQV1jxxm_smsKf9hyphenhyphenstfPuknmy-be0N3G1jbpnmafOSkoFWLv9ha7elc25bE/w440-h329/Braddofields_1917.jpg" width="440" /></a></div><div> </div><div>This house, known as "The Grey House" was the residence of one of my father's sisters and her family.</div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vAz_rkuZG0y8R0FdyugyZR8Qj6miiY7OnBKIN-vOflitPknEAC38FzGGbGEHy08c8O29U0ZtXwPvgxGvqugOWMQvB2EOlhVwgZ_Sd5e-JvJYRX2PAwBWwPYpwMwR8xio5HHJ/s1016/Kathleens+house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="724" data-original-width="1016" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vAz_rkuZG0y8R0FdyugyZR8Qj6miiY7OnBKIN-vOflitPknEAC38FzGGbGEHy08c8O29U0ZtXwPvgxGvqugOWMQvB2EOlhVwgZ_Sd5e-JvJYRX2PAwBWwPYpwMwR8xio5HHJ/w423-h301/Kathleens+house.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><br /><p>They had quite extensive grounds, including these lovely areas with bluebells and daffodils. These photos inspired me to fill my own garden with bluebells and daffodils.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGjqXffnhz8M3kB1CK3dkGw_s2may_mYTwoNpjfLzO_WctWEnOdaFBd7Yj422pn9BsZn5jZYyPfeyHJUW_J01uHgNJt-UYQKyaUVcNcON1PJ3t_yTixztTX01Dsclbm3nCHO7/s1476/Kathleens+garden+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="944" data-original-width="1476" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrGjqXffnhz8M3kB1CK3dkGw_s2may_mYTwoNpjfLzO_WctWEnOdaFBd7Yj422pn9BsZn5jZYyPfeyHJUW_J01uHgNJt-UYQKyaUVcNcON1PJ3t_yTixztTX01Dsclbm3nCHO7/w433-h277/Kathleens+garden+2.jpg" width="433" /></a></div><p></p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQYiqEWYbtpwnqCu9z81ykxTiSgRWWFtjo78umBCBJuVrmH_eEFg23RgaoJEwa5obTX18BZvTfnS2AKvqILWUgWCkMTWtf9dzEQKRfTpRi87NdkZQirRI9czUIupL7we5Hvyc/s1805/Kathleens+garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1104" data-original-width="1805" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHQYiqEWYbtpwnqCu9z81ykxTiSgRWWFtjo78umBCBJuVrmH_eEFg23RgaoJEwa5obTX18BZvTfnS2AKvqILWUgWCkMTWtf9dzEQKRfTpRi87NdkZQirRI9czUIupL7we5Hvyc/w422-h258/Kathleens+garden.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>This house was also a family residence situated on the Isle of Man. I believe this was a farmhouse used by the family for summer holidays.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPPPVNPXwHTE-Z733fcsYK4j5HtC42B97sxt0dVW8g1RtWnNX0ljKuKEYr0W89loQ6U6u5vMYOm6Eb5zeBcsYQBssVWXskUc6nRGIeXbwQzRIncsNjqpFvO2kWO4km246Nw3h/s1013/Isle+of+man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="725" data-original-width="1013" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVPPPVNPXwHTE-Z733fcsYK4j5HtC42B97sxt0dVW8g1RtWnNX0ljKuKEYr0W89loQ6U6u5vMYOm6Eb5zeBcsYQBssVWXskUc6nRGIeXbwQzRIncsNjqpFvO2kWO4km246Nw3h/w397-h284/Isle+of+man.jpg" width="397" /></a></div><br /><p>My Great Grandfather Lewis Hornblower was an architect and designer, responsible for designing the buildings, lodges and gates in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sefton_Park">Sefton Park</a>, South Liverpool. I have no idea how much of his design remains. These are his designs.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimh-xLQ3urkMJafKpU0GuZFDMuR2ocdCDaczCa53OsFgRdf-VxSz1opsvoliYwfL4IXTpLLGxamW5zgL0X8hksrPAMXnWGZWABrlBPq2QjkvusPEEDsCSIm1b5q8YSPPMQhtm5/s920/Lewis+designs+for+sefton+park.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="920" data-original-width="600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimh-xLQ3urkMJafKpU0GuZFDMuR2ocdCDaczCa53OsFgRdf-VxSz1opsvoliYwfL4IXTpLLGxamW5zgL0X8hksrPAMXnWGZWABrlBPq2QjkvusPEEDsCSIm1b5q8YSPPMQhtm5/w313-h480/Lewis+designs+for+sefton+park.jpg" width="313" /></a></div><br /><p>Lewis Hornblower also designed many of the buildings in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Birkenhead_Park">Birkenhead Park</a>, including the Grand Entrance and the Cricket Pavilion.</p><p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSiOXNGj3pq6jOsgI4C5-qPvvUp60TeFCLX1LSo-HlhcoWWy_YfNAfmf-Py4hVUZEP1N_at44OwpdQ66zIoRv5RsSw2i8KRPshRHeHz-rSHL9TKd01Maf0EQJKf0dNoLbwCj2/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="152" data-original-width="250" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSiOXNGj3pq6jOsgI4C5-qPvvUp60TeFCLX1LSo-HlhcoWWy_YfNAfmf-Py4hVUZEP1N_at44OwpdQ66zIoRv5RsSw2i8KRPshRHeHz-rSHL9TKd01Maf0EQJKf0dNoLbwCj2/w443-h270/image.png" width="443" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grand Entrance at Birkenhead Park<br /><br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnrYUPg9WhUcOJwSqnZAFV53mQ0qbl6hzRQZiIINDCOd-2il7T7CRSQRxoivGqw_rDPNzYbkqZfhDddjA_V57wmoLo0MIfTuT265xUgdbkZ0vR6sjXSnkvd7tQJm6mK5tpdn6/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="" data-original-height="170" data-original-width="250" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnrYUPg9WhUcOJwSqnZAFV53mQ0qbl6hzRQZiIINDCOd-2il7T7CRSQRxoivGqw_rDPNzYbkqZfhDddjA_V57wmoLo0MIfTuT265xUgdbkZ0vR6sjXSnkvd7tQJm6mK5tpdn6/w424-h289/image.png" width="424" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cricket Pavilion</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br />I have to admit I did not know until 5 minutes ago that he also did the designs for Birkenhead Park. Now I am on a roll, I have to follow up some more links and find out what else he did.</p><p><br /></p><p>Liz Needle - linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div><br />Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-61377544229357765532021-10-09T10:56:00.004+10:302021-10-09T10:56:50.517+10:30Spring is Here<p> Finally Spring has hit the garden - seemed to bevery slow coming this year. The daffodils, camellias and Magnolias came in July and August as expected, but the flowering blossom trees seemed to take forever. Now the bluebells are looking stunning. What a pity they can't hang around for a bit longer.</p><p>The last of the daffodils.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPU4NObYAznDd9nQmv_ttrAGKIvAnQgvC7TX0jXbkqoWXwAxhk6pfFVZjiJcBQNLTxhPKdC8cCsi_KdZknmjF_WV_U1Gef034f3pbYtLlwfcwarT2wh9kVNYSom73W0CEfnQPy/s529/47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="529" height="363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPU4NObYAznDd9nQmv_ttrAGKIvAnQgvC7TX0jXbkqoWXwAxhk6pfFVZjiJcBQNLTxhPKdC8cCsi_KdZknmjF_WV_U1Gef034f3pbYtLlwfcwarT2wh9kVNYSom73W0CEfnQPy/w401-h363/47.jpg" width="401" /></a></p><p>This magnolia was beautiful this year despite being cruelly pruned by Tree Active because it is under the power lines.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyECLGw5pr0-xCoAc1deSN8sufahfy-u_7hl31nF-a3UluRWBhUGmMsYocFWjjcIbFuhSYOG_aHdAt5YRdTA_jzxbVhy9ZWD-x6AOajCB7Po9puDGRjZRjv89V-S00GtODzpOt/s720/02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="284" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyECLGw5pr0-xCoAc1deSN8sufahfy-u_7hl31nF-a3UluRWBhUGmMsYocFWjjcIbFuhSYOG_aHdAt5YRdTA_jzxbVhy9ZWD-x6AOajCB7Po9puDGRjZRjv89V-S00GtODzpOt/w427-h284/02.jpg" width="427" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This evergreen magnolia has a pretty perfume.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUawhT8az1rhYHwuQhQwTW8UffAZ8wSHBXuKgtCpKdXb2Y2Efx3aNdhdHb-spxm6jedaUFxGEcDsp2MzXPnOjz2WtwE7UX1YYbpX65kHnPy2h2IggJZe238xrCbvXSCF4gqzx/s574/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="574" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIUawhT8az1rhYHwuQhQwTW8UffAZ8wSHBXuKgtCpKdXb2Y2Efx3aNdhdHb-spxm6jedaUFxGEcDsp2MzXPnOjz2WtwE7UX1YYbpX65kHnPy2h2IggJZe238xrCbvXSCF4gqzx/w412-h345/11.jpg" width="412" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>As doe this Michaelia (never sure of this spelling), but is smells gorgeous!</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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This variety is always early and very pretty.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8iZKPmquJ9L3WBH8IURW39L3AZESR6FoCsrP2oOXFbMu-1aatKVaIOoIh4PS0eWxQXO82kW0BoI14f6YYVRE8sPAS22IChG3rzDnOIHnHOltl4jsMiBKlkB5f4L-Yjaoyj1q/s628/48.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="628" height="325" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC8iZKPmquJ9L3WBH8IURW39L3AZESR6FoCsrP2oOXFbMu-1aatKVaIOoIh4PS0eWxQXO82kW0BoI14f6YYVRE8sPAS22IChG3rzDnOIHnHOltl4jsMiBKlkB5f4L-Yjaoyj1q/w425-h325/48.jpg" width="425" /></a></div><div><br /></div><br /><div>Bluebells under the old flowering cherry - well actually it rarely flowers anymore, but I like the look of the bare branches.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwR03hFy1R9sLUgJIppjvDZcy9ptxr-Q2xWIQW2myLE0iBu1ibnhfgNJLdYQza9vyBcmdhgIQkrNHnZkjZPGFB4JzHLFwcFrp3aeYlDTnwDs4TCU08wwxKVBzhBMrwSHa80Qq/s720/57.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="720" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwR03hFy1R9sLUgJIppjvDZcy9ptxr-Q2xWIQW2myLE0iBu1ibnhfgNJLdYQza9vyBcmdhgIQkrNHnZkjZPGFB4JzHLFwcFrp3aeYlDTnwDs4TCU08wwxKVBzhBMrwSHa80Qq/w520-h346/57.jpg" width="520" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I hope you enjoyed this quick trip around the garden. More to come later.</div><div><br /></div><div>Liz Needle</div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-51333057879556050162021-08-29T18:48:00.001+09:302021-08-29T18:48:52.071+09:30Covid Projects<p> It is some months since I posted on my blog - not sure why except that I haven't really had anything to write about. We have had a very wet, cold winter and have spent most of our time snuggled up under a rug in front of the fire watching TV - Tour de France, Wimbledon, Olympic Games and now Paralympics. Good watching. We have also discovered the wonderful Andre Rieu and have been watching new (to us) reruns of his most entertaining shows.</p><p>However, all this time has given me the opportunity to get on with some sadly neglected quilting and crochet. I am using up some of my fabric stash to make lap quilts to be given to some of our veteran servicemen - a very worthwhile cause. I have enjoyed this and found it a bit of a challenge as the quilts are mainly for men - and I haven't made any man-quilts before.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNV7Q6XR8RrTTyAvRZm7q3YsEoANtrObKejIzi9ldlS8AEw3GOqazbkNSWsYGauiVL3B5G65fOc02LvdVTI-PxqKzGGfReK3khtilZ1jr72yRoG_bs3K69Ou7480d1OmuPBLF/s2048/DSCN3661.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFNV7Q6XR8RrTTyAvRZm7q3YsEoANtrObKejIzi9ldlS8AEw3GOqazbkNSWsYGauiVL3B5G65fOc02LvdVTI-PxqKzGGfReK3khtilZ1jr72yRoG_bs3K69Ou7480d1OmuPBLF/w327-h436/DSCN3661.JPG" width="327" /></a></div><br /><p>The second one - somewhat different - and not the best of photos, but you get the idea.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T6sO5unW-zqEuMQ0dK8LJjez2H6iqMvaE3eydnKgb8TE0WhqBdcChRRSZ1Ez7dGSpeAiPZ_NITqPutiFm7wEu_tXSYjZC4gVlhElrSDBAJQFo-jy_SmuvhUbjNRQ-Qmei8vD/s2048/DSCN5830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1585" data-original-width="2048" height="342" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5T6sO5unW-zqEuMQ0dK8LJjez2H6iqMvaE3eydnKgb8TE0WhqBdcChRRSZ1Ez7dGSpeAiPZ_NITqPutiFm7wEu_tXSYjZC4gVlhElrSDBAJQFo-jy_SmuvhUbjNRQ-Qmei8vD/w441-h342/DSCN5830.jpg" width="441" /></a></div><br /><p>My real passion lately has been crochet rugs. We all love them, especially the dogs who come running for a snuggle as soon as I get one out. First, my Aria Blanket from <a href="https://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/aria-blanket.html">Lucy@ Attic24</a>. This blanket was a joy to make and I love the result - not my colors at all, but I love it.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeeDJuUSxHWUPdYMuFFq-zUH3OixAPG04UB-uCIDmibj5mDzNYD_rD2EzvYEoURrlNCKm1HHw_QoWVSp8ImrbiCoFPV3JFiASUWs4Xh_ZZ04mx96pf0Kw9ViCR7h00hFFFlnL/s2048/465.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="498" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYeeDJuUSxHWUPdYMuFFq-zUH3OixAPG04UB-uCIDmibj5mDzNYD_rD2EzvYEoURrlNCKm1HHw_QoWVSp8ImrbiCoFPV3JFiASUWs4Xh_ZZ04mx96pf0Kw9ViCR7h00hFFFlnL/w374-h498/465.jpg" width="374" /></a></div><br /><p>This one, also by Lucy is the <a href="https://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/woodland-ripple.html">Woodland Ripple Blanket</a> - gorgeous autumn colours.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KfR7Df59FRa-10OlDFHg5BavSMUCV6VaCAvJeY5GVDkn4chVj-5uWg5wZv0qcY2RKcp0eqjHQG_WCJ445BBqiwb8GqSvvMB3bP9v3C5zqfDCMWVfcVX37jhnbXAj-f9mSF-6/s2048/038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="343" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KfR7Df59FRa-10OlDFHg5BavSMUCV6VaCAvJeY5GVDkn4chVj-5uWg5wZv0qcY2RKcp0eqjHQG_WCJ445BBqiwb8GqSvvMB3bP9v3C5zqfDCMWVfcVX37jhnbXAj-f9mSF-6/w457-h343/038.jpg" width="457" /></a></div><br /><p>My son Mark was so taken with the ripple pattern that I made him a blanket in his own colours using Lucy's Neat Ripple pattern. I love the way this turned out and he has it proudly displayed in his room.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbmgwGsPE6BxF_T55egrp7WuulJ76M09NEZKp20WyHHbvzDnb2lW8QBaEDrT2LI3LfUs4ZkvsRRBFXjJiv7alvKLZj0k_kGoMhyphenhyphenYMsEwpxBsZ3PpsG-jNZN-7HU6dMExVXvZM/s2048/marks+rug+4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1725" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinbmgwGsPE6BxF_T55egrp7WuulJ76M09NEZKp20WyHHbvzDnb2lW8QBaEDrT2LI3LfUs4ZkvsRRBFXjJiv7alvKLZj0k_kGoMhyphenhyphenYMsEwpxBsZ3PpsG-jNZN-7HU6dMExVXvZM/w371-h440/marks+rug+4.jpg" width="371" /></a></div><br /><p>Finally, a real challenge I took on <a href="https://luciasfigtree.com/stories/the-eastern-jewels-is-finally-live/">Lucia Dunn's "Eastern Jewels" blanket</a> which she adapted from the original "Persdian Tiles" pattern by Janie Crow. Just love this pattern and the colours.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAugSC7JuClc1lQP4V0hR9pw0JnFVvTbkzi2wSpciSRcbB_RqNsWT0ayiaYMAHBBRuJ8ZgMTx2SW7rHaiJpLYUzgF-3JSF5N2rs8zW21yFg7q_LYN1eB9Gi-ZSQVCMiuEmm_q/s2048/523.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2003" data-original-width="2048" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAugSC7JuClc1lQP4V0hR9pw0JnFVvTbkzi2wSpciSRcbB_RqNsWT0ayiaYMAHBBRuJ8ZgMTx2SW7rHaiJpLYUzgF-3JSF5N2rs8zW21yFg7q_LYN1eB9Gi-ZSQVCMiuEmm_q/w444-h434/523.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><br /><p>My husband fell in love with every stage of this blanket, so I made him an extra motif which he keeps on the arm of his chair. This is one blanket the dogs are not allowed to touch! </p><p>I did say 'finally', but I have to admit I am being frugal and using the left over wool to make a classic granny square rug in the same colours - well I did have to order a few extra balls of yarn to do this new one.</p><p>Where will it end?</p><p><br /></p><p>Liz Needle</p>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-23432825143965079162021-05-24T17:33:00.000+09:302021-05-24T17:33:20.526+09:30Autumn in my garden<p> Autumn is nearly over and for a while I thought it would never arrive - well, the colour at least. I love Autumn with it's warm mellow days, light breezes, glorious colours and fruit everywhere. We have had a very mild summer and autumn this year and the deciduous trees, lacking the cold frosty nights, have taken a long time to get their colour. And then it came suddenly and only lasted a week or so, but glorious nonetheless.</p><p>Take a peek at my garden.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTtItEfOzMQfX-oE8qTiLd3gNSxOZVnOmGoF5sHUYI_N6MTORO3TcpOLnbYnmMSkCKHB9zaivHGDqwFdRFG-QoTM1Mw2iWaQEgqgWXLwQgO7T6efBqNOpOp1uthbi1SEBPUhP/s720/01c.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="480" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghTtItEfOzMQfX-oE8qTiLd3gNSxOZVnOmGoF5sHUYI_N6MTORO3TcpOLnbYnmMSkCKHB9zaivHGDqwFdRFG-QoTM1Mw2iWaQEgqgWXLwQgO7T6efBqNOpOp1uthbi1SEBPUhP/w290-h436/01c.jpg" width="290" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4ByY9iwLHrxckLAoi7d-4sO75Rg3-wrb3hWk73Ylzn-UyaVyhyphenhyphenUg-1p0VI5Rn4pn6154NMlw-bjMZnN80poI6AMs46UWhzjlkKUhhNoJhS-c3_s2IcJeUe3SNLLg8hXl7JWFh/s720/30.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmw2CiwT0O1lNYUVoOTXsBwQz7Zn75TpUGc3M2kwEbKztq1MpDnCE4LINHVk2NAuHQlgl_qTzFggMUoVcDKwV9uyqQVOUG4ucEumTEs0ylqdzbeI9aU_ivP8amRetv5Y5xpGX1/s720/06.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="480" height="433" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmw2CiwT0O1lNYUVoOTXsBwQz7Zn75TpUGc3M2kwEbKztq1MpDnCE4LINHVk2NAuHQlgl_qTzFggMUoVcDKwV9uyqQVOUG4ucEumTEs0ylqdzbeI9aU_ivP8amRetv5Y5xpGX1/w288-h433/06.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><p>I guess for you northerners, these trees are nothing special, but here in Australia they are exotic and much treasured in a country of greys and greens, so I enjoy autumn while it lasts.</p><p><br /></p><p>Liz Needle - linking with "<a href="http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.com/">Our World Tuesday</a>".</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-38258162880875694372021-04-24T15:11:00.002+09:302021-04-24T15:12:37.907+09:30Sepia Saturday 567 - Those Horses<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwrn0utwIAOVUW3pqGdo5-UbUd4bPBwD-lm8dFg1fV53MqEYjNtXHwG7Oi1sDiANhcYtHd_v1jHlpAU1oBiWm8yVBxtmiFHE1E3CKBXlWEWWXyyeYblbBEmtSm5DQQ1grKqWH2/s640/sepia+sat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="164" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwrn0utwIAOVUW3pqGdo5-UbUd4bPBwD-lm8dFg1fV53MqEYjNtXHwG7Oi1sDiANhcYtHd_v1jHlpAU1oBiWm8yVBxtmiFHE1E3CKBXlWEWWXyyeYblbBEmtSm5DQQ1grKqWH2/w164-h164/sepia+sat.jpg" width="164" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;">The prompt this week shows a steeplechase horse - no steeplechasers here, but a few old family pets and a few old nags from the farms in the family.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Don's family came from a farming background, his great-grand parents ran a cattle and sheep station in the north of the state, so there were always horses around. My dad's family were from England and the children all had ponies. We have lived on a small acreage for the last 50 years and as my eldest daughter was/still is horse mad, there have always been ponies here - plus every other animal you can imagine - but that's another story.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">So on with the Needle horse parade. Here we have one of the great aunts riding a stock horse on the old farm "Dingly Dell", which was north of Peterborough at a place called Nackera on the road to Broken Hill.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2irBv-ob-lEhb4Rp6c6CqxYUzlgBxLm2fCqkmougW7VhiF1Wjdh0XVMDCaOso2LLdo0MlHYDuTGv2OwPSt-YuFjGv6pR9qNSNPKfQCmOy5UjZF4inobkHlIBkrHXQKI0NHXmn/s1194/Ba+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="906" data-original-width="1194" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2irBv-ob-lEhb4Rp6c6CqxYUzlgBxLm2fCqkmougW7VhiF1Wjdh0XVMDCaOso2LLdo0MlHYDuTGv2OwPSt-YuFjGv6pR9qNSNPKfQCmOy5UjZF4inobkHlIBkrHXQKI0NHXmn/w453-h344/Ba+1.jpg" width="453" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> This lovely lady is my mother-in-law, Mavis, riding Molly</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArP1LqUTemu-y3IVZTAFdjgWEHBkfTbCP86QIXHvAXCWhDZjAwybqFerFbkKhNnERyhWcwsE0aFMUFem-0CmFugfw8JfQCVFF0_2bfXp5NGJL-GdOJC6Ungj8UelKkZ6OoNZI/s2048/Mavis+on+Molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="2048" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiArP1LqUTemu-y3IVZTAFdjgWEHBkfTbCP86QIXHvAXCWhDZjAwybqFerFbkKhNnERyhWcwsE0aFMUFem-0CmFugfw8JfQCVFF0_2bfXp5NGJL-GdOJC6Ungj8UelKkZ6OoNZI/w442-h345/Mavis+on+Molly.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>And here we have my father-in-law, Ron, on Trilly, - Molly and Mavis in the background with Mungrel, the dog.</span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie40fHXhXVJY0Es-dvowv9Jw2Spu7fNVWd1Q7pWsuMiS8qTLC50u3IGzPU63R-45pi_kGG7MFv0JV1O9SQEXvfVHmUqj9hpuksePLhvilq4pDke3Fsb3aj5KV_OJ90CQ6ecNIC/s2048/Ron+on+Trilly+and+Mungrel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="2048" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie40fHXhXVJY0Es-dvowv9Jw2Spu7fNVWd1Q7pWsuMiS8qTLC50u3IGzPU63R-45pi_kGG7MFv0JV1O9SQEXvfVHmUqj9hpuksePLhvilq4pDke3Fsb3aj5KV_OJ90CQ6ecNIC/w422-h317/Ron+on+Trilly+and+Mungrel.jpg" width="422" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;">Molly and Trilly were also used to pull the buggy.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyZcD24niamb4Z-BE2026lf3TmWdHuOCrrW22H5N_XrMqeZ5rVLFOUt_SyFe8HlI2Xmotdsg7heRIHL-s-TTQaxB4lXnCDbvmyMQ9JMF8zyUzreT25D1nJV8JQpoSt85CGReG/s2048/the+buggy+with+trilly+and+molly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1572" data-original-width="2048" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkyZcD24niamb4Z-BE2026lf3TmWdHuOCrrW22H5N_XrMqeZ5rVLFOUt_SyFe8HlI2Xmotdsg7heRIHL-s-TTQaxB4lXnCDbvmyMQ9JMF8zyUzreT25D1nJV8JQpoSt85CGReG/w467-h359/the+buggy+with+trilly+and+molly.jpg" width="467" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Different horses here pulling the hay cart. Ron driving.</span><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2jKhxiGfmTim9NFrBG_emKxATp0Rhi2jkTOLF6QJwHRcaccoBTi63x9mS_9UEgrhAv2noNTHdnEYYBJ6gWsrzOEqLrebRiq2ESqNOGEW5002LaVMOCYVwe1_O9fk707b6jCF/s2048/Ron+and+hay.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="2048" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2jKhxiGfmTim9NFrBG_emKxATp0Rhi2jkTOLF6QJwHRcaccoBTi63x9mS_9UEgrhAv2noNTHdnEYYBJ6gWsrzOEqLrebRiq2ESqNOGEW5002LaVMOCYVwe1_O9fk707b6jCF/w472-h295/Ron+and+hay.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><p>A total change of scene - and continent. My English cousins with their pony</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtK71NlSbf4-E3J-3hjavQUePYLE4oTRk-J_9Oydvc3UYD_qbsRfQjvpmr_oim8VJPvyprT3cZ1zDeyzT8KMsfPUUClzG-t7FhiM-ZnA8n8pywgrByNneYRHJDiJigz_vMBs_5/s936/Kathleen%2527s+kids.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="734" data-original-width="936" height="344" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtK71NlSbf4-E3J-3hjavQUePYLE4oTRk-J_9Oydvc3UYD_qbsRfQjvpmr_oim8VJPvyprT3cZ1zDeyzT8KMsfPUUClzG-t7FhiM-ZnA8n8pywgrByNneYRHJDiJigz_vMBs_5/w439-h344/Kathleen%2527s+kids.jpg" width="439" /></a></div><br /><p>And more English cousins, this time with pony and caravan. What a delightful way to have a holiday.<br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8xKAAmhBRB78tv5a_CJx7q6gXiCeK7kFmYuo8H7STW6_88tVP_AQkvTjtJU_lQVPTQIY9NGZ68kdB5F0LRHe4rwhHSnajKDakxIr4T7WnW-CbmMQtqMsnArWg6YY1eS05Ju_/s2048/Diana+Claxton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1130" data-original-width="2048" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8xKAAmhBRB78tv5a_CJx7q6gXiCeK7kFmYuo8H7STW6_88tVP_AQkvTjtJU_lQVPTQIY9NGZ68kdB5F0LRHe4rwhHSnajKDakxIr4T7WnW-CbmMQtqMsnArWg6YY1eS05Ju_/w422-h233/Diana+Claxton.jpg" width="422" /></a></div><br /><p>And here we have the same cousins but this time with a donkey and cart. They look like travelling minstrels - maybe dressed up for a fair or festival.</p><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPuQ_YhFPaMoqiF9K9E811UxzeO-0o1pq3AW22r5KHLydSauN5zzcxLch_v2u2hM3FxPuxPw_z32mf9xHbtvk6YV_Tg5Hf2fj6lxovW3bWMQnyBIcCnNx9Rf3ENmMzHjODaJa/s960/Claxton+clan..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="714" height="431" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPuQ_YhFPaMoqiF9K9E811UxzeO-0o1pq3AW22r5KHLydSauN5zzcxLch_v2u2hM3FxPuxPw_z32mf9xHbtvk6YV_Tg5Hf2fj6lxovW3bWMQnyBIcCnNx9Rf3ENmMzHjODaJa/w321-h431/Claxton+clan..jpg" width="321" /></a></p><p></p></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><p><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Finally, one of our own ponies, Pipsy and some of the family. Our daughter holding the head, my son on the back of the horse.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezPrIbG0FGkAUMOKuqX6DSC-EyoGs3ky-HVjJYyNLS_ykrau48r9Jo-Ciuy4DNVPf8_aeipnWbrKyGzFn2iFv7FM0kllAuQ4oJhptSGYp4JHpYxgDgDhOTATuNLDWxGsmYa_b/s2048/Mark%252C+Michael%252C+Sally%252C+Peter%252C+Jo+Needle+with+Pipsy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1457" data-original-width="2048" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiezPrIbG0FGkAUMOKuqX6DSC-EyoGs3ky-HVjJYyNLS_ykrau48r9Jo-Ciuy4DNVPf8_aeipnWbrKyGzFn2iFv7FM0kllAuQ4oJhptSGYp4JHpYxgDgDhOTATuNLDWxGsmYa_b/w438-h312/Mark%252C+Michael%252C+Sally%252C+Peter%252C+Jo+Needle+with+Pipsy.jpg" width="438" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">If you would like to see how the rest of the group interpreted the prompt, please visit</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: red;">SEPIA SATURDAY</a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Liz Needle</div><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-53029168270069337022021-04-21T23:28:00.000+09:302021-04-21T23:28:34.927+09:30Whistlers in the Garden<p> Great excitement in our house! Three days ago I chanced to see a Golden Whistler in out Viburnum opulus. Now we haven't seen a Golden Whistler here for a number of years, but there was this beautiful little fellow, whistling his head off and showing off, flying from the Viburnum, around the granny flat, under the veranda and landing in the Buddleia. Then reversing the process.</p><p>Naturally I ran for the camera and he continued his exhibition while I madly tried to capture him on camera. After 10 minutes he left and I waited in vain.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLusSaM1Aran-tGyMXmMYKOTyQBPUxt9zj3fVWT3UFeykcuYuGmkmPfvSTZ2URIwiEI-FnnjgjeIC7ZjSPH6jUisWb_UAYa9JSa8uygR3RsjQG8K8RrddiJCtb7dc72dE3d9X/s1428/DSCN5623.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1284" data-original-width="1428" height="361" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizLusSaM1Aran-tGyMXmMYKOTyQBPUxt9zj3fVWT3UFeykcuYuGmkmPfvSTZ2URIwiEI-FnnjgjeIC7ZjSPH6jUisWb_UAYa9JSa8uygR3RsjQG8K8RrddiJCtb7dc72dE3d9X/w401-h361/DSCN5623.jpg" width="401" /></a></div><br /><p>Next morning he was there again, same time, same place, repeating his display of the previous day and whistling his little head off. This time he actually perched on the arm of a steamer chair on the veranda. I thought I could detect a softer answering call, but there was no sign of another Whistler. Again, after 10 minutes he disappeared.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tcIdnn_WC5pAzIUbfycRDH_3zS-qehQj9XvK_2fY7XATjqIrRY4119NKRvmWIDpOxkFTNI7p18CPqMJAPrTSLs4q3GDtYNTCBOhbhJiNLY-cP5HZGbMtP-pkY6mbdIciScWM/s2048/DSCN5602.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1689" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7tcIdnn_WC5pAzIUbfycRDH_3zS-qehQj9XvK_2fY7XATjqIrRY4119NKRvmWIDpOxkFTNI7p18CPqMJAPrTSLs4q3GDtYNTCBOhbhJiNLY-cP5HZGbMtP-pkY6mbdIciScWM/w303-h368/DSCN5602.jpg" width="303" /></a></div><br /><p>I didn't see him at his appointed time this morning, so I got on with my task of cleaning windows. Then, an hour later, I heard his song and this time there was a definite answer. I snuck up on the Viburnum and was lucky enough to catch sight of his plain brown little girlfriend hiding in the leafy canopy - too well hidden to get a photo of course.</p><p>Three days in a row! What will tomorrow bring. It is mid-Autumn here and as we have had a mild season, the trees are very slow to colour up and lose their leaves. So what is going on? Surely it is too late to start nesting, though the Little Ravens nearby are collecting twigs for a nest and we have young Red-browed finches being fed on the lawn. I guess we will just have to wait and see what our beautiful visitors are up to.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMF3iZNRvEZ9VpzTGcGlHwZOjo7Bx-qZGMTK2Gufe9QximV_yP3E3msUB8sECHimJI0wBYOE7f2euXEvWFHDOfdeK87TtwhNDdmyjyHDU_Qfc4WCFw4UervDhdHJG7J7QWDqw/s2048/DSCN5610.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMF3iZNRvEZ9VpzTGcGlHwZOjo7Bx-qZGMTK2Gufe9QximV_yP3E3msUB8sECHimJI0wBYOE7f2euXEvWFHDOfdeK87TtwhNDdmyjyHDU_Qfc4WCFw4UervDhdHJG7J7QWDqw/w416-h312/DSCN5610.jpg" width="416" /></a></div><br /><p>A bit of background information. Golden Whistlers are fairly common but usually live in forested areas with thick understorey and closed canopies. They are conspicuous and noisy at the beginning of the breeding season which is from August to January. We live in an area surrounded by grape vines and grazing paddocks, although we do have an extensive garden of shrubs and trees hence our surprise at the visit which hasn't happened for years.</p><p><br /></p><p>Liz Needle - linking with - <span style="background-color: red;"><a href="https://paying-ready-attention-gallery.blogspot.com/">Wild Bird Wednesday</a></span> and <span style="background-color: #01ffff;"><a href="http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.com/">Our World Tuesday</a></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-78769206026223044912021-04-17T19:38:00.002+09:302021-04-17T19:40:06.363+09:30Sepia Saturday 566 - The artifices of photography.<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QaVZkcwk8QhUlhld4pslExmKjFfHUrWoXVVRe6pL5kqXu6Hx_MOrpaC9yJgtjSnz7xXD46-zXaiUB7qfeYsSh9WrKLdyHcA9aQ1T3HJHmZRb4cBB0Dvi9PMyhtn5uNO7oVzh/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="170" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7QaVZkcwk8QhUlhld4pslExmKjFfHUrWoXVVRe6pL5kqXu6Hx_MOrpaC9yJgtjSnz7xXD46-zXaiUB7qfeYsSh9WrKLdyHcA9aQ1T3HJHmZRb4cBB0Dvi9PMyhtn5uNO7oVzh/w170-h170/image.png" width="170" /></a></div>Well you have me this week. No photos of the rooms in any of the houses in my collection. What a shame. I would love to have seen inside the houses of my ancestors. On my father's side they would have been quite grand, I think. On my mother's side less so.<p></p><p>However as I was browsing through my old photos, something did catch my eye and that was the backgrounds and props that the photographers of the time used. Most old photos - at least in my family archives - were taken by professional photographers as privately owned cameras were very rare in the old days. I am amazed at how many professional photographers there seem to have been just in my home city of Adelaide. Anyway that is my theme this week - Backgrounds and props used by the photographers of old. </p><p>Let's look at some of the furniture - there always seem to be chairs of some sort, even if they were only to lean on. Here we have several cane chairs - and a fur rug - also commonly used. These children are some of my mother's cousins, taken around 1896</p><p><br /></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc60ctso2CZ2WwRNaucGl_zBiFh_qnK3P7etk6TKj-GUG-Xy_MMCMxWXvouG-ipfdbXcnP-GRkPkwemw-juk9TrKuBzU3fkrXT2b1CJXTVrsWYi1U7iexCx7dUotda8So_ITH/s1656/three+kids+and+pug.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1656" data-original-width="1248" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc60ctso2CZ2WwRNaucGl_zBiFh_qnK3P7etk6TKj-GUG-Xy_MMCMxWXvouG-ipfdbXcnP-GRkPkwemw-juk9TrKuBzU3fkrXT2b1CJXTVrsWYi1U7iexCx7dUotda8So_ITH/w329-h436/three+kids+and+pug.jpg" width="329" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p>Speaking of furs. This little chap is cuddling up to a shaggy fur. Like many of the photos in my old album, these children are un-named. not family, but friends, I suspect. Who knows?</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSnJUeAyfJwuNjoGZkzfE42PA6U2WFshHmHvHpBWLqveXqmcwCZ-wnBs2WBKyd4TzHNEKmX-JXHQx01SuDrQdbKqwWvaqfKeDtfzaYBbFhALm5rzJO8R8ibPXMzC5fBhDA7Rw/s1860/3+kids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1860" data-original-width="1242" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSnJUeAyfJwuNjoGZkzfE42PA6U2WFshHmHvHpBWLqveXqmcwCZ-wnBs2WBKyd4TzHNEKmX-JXHQx01SuDrQdbKqwWvaqfKeDtfzaYBbFhALm5rzJO8R8ibPXMzC5fBhDA7Rw/w335-h501/3+kids.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><div><br /></div>This velvet buttoned chair appears in a number of family shots. One of these young ladies is<span style="background-color: #04ff00;"> <a href="https://www.academia.edu/38108658/Olga_Ernst_Australian_Fairytale_Pioneer">Olga Ernst</a>,</span> who became a well known children's author in Australia. A second cousin twice removed??? Very obscure, but I am claiming her!!<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMIn-kBZVf0zEf2iUSKHgPHDF4j4mOfzJjNLlcTG9ZxgG9j4Wm5GovbT8cwKrRWdDA-rNUWypjqsxB_ziFU2JBoIyAQbbSqY98OCcjM_G4WtHe7nDP51xcpuyZObneBE8F5pi/s1218/Olga+and+Hedwig+Straubel_edited-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1218" data-original-width="732" height="492" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMIn-kBZVf0zEf2iUSKHgPHDF4j4mOfzJjNLlcTG9ZxgG9j4Wm5GovbT8cwKrRWdDA-rNUWypjqsxB_ziFU2JBoIyAQbbSqY98OCcjM_G4WtHe7nDP51xcpuyZObneBE8F5pi/w295-h492/Olga+and+Hedwig+Straubel_edited-1.jpg" width="295" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>My maternal Great Great Grandparents - I would die for a cane chair like that one. Interesting that the chair only has one arm as does the other chair. </div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwMg4xyv-uNadDNWqcwlv0yFdHj8YyZGT61DXI9hS7dQ6OspN2QQOXvGhdpVh9ILt8MMQ0LDIaJ-4T2txCcssA-8jbgDObvBZmEA-FasXJACRLmUzaENPfklyRHkUOstec5HH/s1925/LThe+Webbers.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1614" data-original-width="1925" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggwMg4xyv-uNadDNWqcwlv0yFdHj8YyZGT61DXI9hS7dQ6OspN2QQOXvGhdpVh9ILt8MMQ0LDIaJ-4T2txCcssA-8jbgDObvBZmEA-FasXJACRLmUzaENPfklyRHkUOstec5HH/w462-h387/LThe+Webbers.JPG" width="462" /></a></div><div><br /></div>And then there were the other types of furniture like this toy horse and carriage.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6gJCdqTewP-cB8fbIJqrkfFjRCqkOmbvQU41Hvg7tvGpfcrkJkHgZ1C7yK3oZpqh3Dc4honAwQO4X4MdCKOqMtbwGyL0KiuBEOI1z83Ddin_wkUS_mxkrBJBXEJPJPsVIK9d/s500/6115898621_291558acb5.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="381" height="466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC6gJCdqTewP-cB8fbIJqrkfFjRCqkOmbvQU41Hvg7tvGpfcrkJkHgZ1C7yK3oZpqh3Dc4honAwQO4X4MdCKOqMtbwGyL0KiuBEOI1z83Ddin_wkUS_mxkrBJBXEJPJPsVIK9d/w355-h466/6115898621_291558acb5.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Or this three-wheeled wheel chair<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ORfXJ0t4e6cKrx9lxu_jCTV7GldpPSaOlJeAffPjaY1hlQT8mOzx1ZmJfwVbqsNfGNb1aZnXmTBLhymBV_yWBJopAbgatDcZZtyeFi16YCjP5YdQ3HROo1icSgFGDO1B5OqA/s1623/Untitled-3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1623" data-original-width="1206" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1ORfXJ0t4e6cKrx9lxu_jCTV7GldpPSaOlJeAffPjaY1hlQT8mOzx1ZmJfwVbqsNfGNb1aZnXmTBLhymBV_yWBJopAbgatDcZZtyeFi16YCjP5YdQ3HROo1icSgFGDO1B5OqA/w372-h500/Untitled-3.jpg" width="372" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Then there was often something ornate to lean on - probably needed because they had to stand still for so long. Either an elegant one like this one <div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYDvNwbS6LGLkFbjqvXLeZqP1fJvV5dUBdtoNwXnoLE4_3w-s-x8KnfB-a1ntlTzB1kUjTI6cKdmctNKni5nGp_ovJWwyOQSxWe1jvj0b8UJFpu3TQNi2xGkbNU7SABsiVQOo/s1890/sepia+1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1890" data-original-width="1256" height="535" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPYDvNwbS6LGLkFbjqvXLeZqP1fJvV5dUBdtoNwXnoLE4_3w-s-x8KnfB-a1ntlTzB1kUjTI6cKdmctNKni5nGp_ovJWwyOQSxWe1jvj0b8UJFpu3TQNi2xGkbNU7SABsiVQOo/w356-h535/sepia+1.jpg" width="356" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Or something more rustic and (dare I say it in these days of political correctness?) more masculine.<br /><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D2ChcVu65Mrs3OrMUQBROQiKwItH3EutBxrPZ-oYhoZoU0jvTnnE4v8QLBYzvSrgv683w7ylBnUmwYCvtJPQGG9NN1cLVOCk5CzhnU4Vj1dcuZ3sb0ecfNbod7e-kuX7c-QA/s1962/Untitled-1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1962" data-original-width="1242" height="616" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2D2ChcVu65Mrs3OrMUQBROQiKwItH3EutBxrPZ-oYhoZoU0jvTnnE4v8QLBYzvSrgv683w7ylBnUmwYCvtJPQGG9NN1cLVOCk5CzhnU4Vj1dcuZ3sb0ecfNbod7e-kuX7c-QA/w391-h616/Untitled-1.jpg" width="391" /></a></div><br /><div>Which brings me to the backdrops, like this rustic archway in a garden setting</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JD3hFtrQAQIFx5fXFN6dPu5ea5bW5f_cnZ5hivc1GRbolD4UBSZOjZvqwnUrpLFB9fu4AShX1nAha3se1KoQyFKcleRltuW4aJ59x4NmmA_xbhJeSy8DE5NVqpgPDDvOdmW8/s1924/sepia+2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1924" data-original-width="1270" height="472" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5JD3hFtrQAQIFx5fXFN6dPu5ea5bW5f_cnZ5hivc1GRbolD4UBSZOjZvqwnUrpLFB9fu4AShX1nAha3se1KoQyFKcleRltuW4aJ59x4NmmA_xbhJeSy8DE5NVqpgPDDvOdmW8/w311-h472/sepia+2.jpg" width="311" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Or this one which really makes me giggle - My great great grandmother with her daughter and grand children (Olga Ernst again). A fake drawing room background.<br /><div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLh_bFSCHu5CjbEMhyoXor-O-mjiNTfsSqwQ_tKnucSDVQaPImTTXYTDNeFpj4TzFzKwr-4LC1M6QsvGR4Rl9wFUoD_nqhdoY367btGc9c7m-qCES95p0ilyXDofWGfXcopF-w/s600/H+EB%252C+Catherine+Maria+Heyne%252C+Agnes+Straubel+and+children.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="441" height="464" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLh_bFSCHu5CjbEMhyoXor-O-mjiNTfsSqwQ_tKnucSDVQaPImTTXYTDNeFpj4TzFzKwr-4LC1M6QsvGR4Rl9wFUoD_nqhdoY367btGc9c7m-qCES95p0ilyXDofWGfXcopF-w/w341-h464/H+EB%252C+Catherine+Maria+Heyne%252C+Agnes+Straubel+and+children.jpg" width="341" /></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I do have one more photo - a very very old one taken in Germany some time before anyone ever thought of coming to Australia. I'm not sure if it is even a photo? I am sure someone can enlighten me. This is of my great great grandparents Dr. Carl August Heyne and his wife Marianne. This image was possibly taken well before 1840, the year in which he died. There is a baby here and I know they had three children, my great grandfather being born in 1825, so this photo could be even older than 1840.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oOVXL1TVnTuUgMP3-FXv6AxsG4aTI4lvmSabZfp3XyfKmJ0GX3MzDpdPjPExUZJltr_vURUsmTP7RUgfAWUWiodIzwqG64bWftOs-9U6S88Z2ukMKy3NtmIoOJCozuElSPqs/s174/H+EBs+father+carlm.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="174" data-original-width="143" height="346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4oOVXL1TVnTuUgMP3-FXv6AxsG4aTI4lvmSabZfp3XyfKmJ0GX3MzDpdPjPExUZJltr_vURUsmTP7RUgfAWUWiodIzwqG64bWftOs-9U6S88Z2ukMKy3NtmIoOJCozuElSPqs/w285-h346/H+EBs+father+carlm.jpg" width="285" /></a></div><br />This photo does show the interior of a house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">That's it for me. If you want to see how the rest of the gang interpreted the theme head over to </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="background-color: red;"><a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">SEPIA SATURDAY</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Liz Needle</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-27926678072065476432021-04-10T15:11:00.000+09:302021-04-10T15:11:15.351+09:30SEPIA SATURDAY 565 -- What a Sport!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kdHrhdteAbIG8iWKVoD29KbKIBfncT9JQBmcZQx2zHZsL9YbcWd8l5eHTPg0X_Rn6Kk5X02j5r2hp5I-U6oxaWIfMcKe1daoacJwU-o_H52HnQdywxc5Xb1q31iC8KpSycO_/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5kdHrhdteAbIG8iWKVoD29KbKIBfncT9JQBmcZQx2zHZsL9YbcWd8l5eHTPg0X_Rn6Kk5X02j5r2hp5I-U6oxaWIfMcKe1daoacJwU-o_H52HnQdywxc5Xb1q31iC8KpSycO_/" width="240" /></a></div>Love this shot of the ladies curling team, so decided to go with a sports theme this week.<p></p><p><br /></p><p>These photos may not be all that ancient, but as my family loves sports and has played in many teams, I thought this a good chance to celebrate the fun, friendship and achievement we have shared over the years.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>In my youth I was never considered to be an athlete, being very short and chubby, but I suddenly blossomed in my teen years and became sports mad. here I am as runner up in the YWCA Athletics Championships - that's me in the middle.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIR1lkvJoIT9iopmlqGTZ_OJX8-L8zSj2-VEWmIn5JbjkQyaKvFm8-nxrj-FFY1Mk40PgMzXG6rQKSK-dOBqNsRpC9tw9x563Ci3kdI5_bZ5wVkQjRtUSX5H6fUpw24xAyeMqk/s2048/YWCA+Athletics+champion+1956.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1499" data-original-width="2048" height="280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIR1lkvJoIT9iopmlqGTZ_OJX8-L8zSj2-VEWmIn5JbjkQyaKvFm8-nxrj-FFY1Mk40PgMzXG6rQKSK-dOBqNsRpC9tw9x563Ci3kdI5_bZ5wVkQjRtUSX5H6fUpw24xAyeMqk/w382-h280/YWCA+Athletics+champion+1956.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Meanwhile, unbeknown to me in another part of the state my future husband was starring as the Senior Boys Champion (and a bit of a heart throb, I think). That's Don second right in the back row.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfYVeQH5jAhuqB8RkwesFy9BdZqN6ENeIFn_I-4VKUV-vgo8HIZnBeAJEKnjGHqZRA9Kb4TOgaqPQVzuFSNM_Clje-3ubDLbOUn212QqTT5mxo9ccM1envXkcnsp90RVD9CNo/s2048/Gawler+High+Aths+Champions+1957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1299" data-original-width="2048" height="264" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLfYVeQH5jAhuqB8RkwesFy9BdZqN6ENeIFn_I-4VKUV-vgo8HIZnBeAJEKnjGHqZRA9Kb4TOgaqPQVzuFSNM_Clje-3ubDLbOUn212QqTT5mxo9ccM1envXkcnsp90RVD9CNo/w417-h264/Gawler+High+Aths+Champions+1957.jpg" width="417" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>And during winter he was captain of the school football team - centre front "holding the ball", which by the way is a rule in our football game - you can't do it!</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LAjcN8k1MvVG3-uBnsma-pD05VmTrH0QHXeaJ5CHt3ik6vsJ5ePNJ2_IV3yJOFyKNP7rqceaxvg_Fnzj9AUm3vaxr3EuwSnnWGvcG-Sq1Q3K-dfmUW1wKtcTzcm-kZaaLAQh/s2048/Gawler+High+Football+team+1957%2528Don+capt%2529.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="2048" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2LAjcN8k1MvVG3-uBnsma-pD05VmTrH0QHXeaJ5CHt3ik6vsJ5ePNJ2_IV3yJOFyKNP7rqceaxvg_Fnzj9AUm3vaxr3EuwSnnWGvcG-Sq1Q3K-dfmUW1wKtcTzcm-kZaaLAQh/w474-h290/Gawler+High+Football+team+1957%2528Don+capt%2529.jpg" width="474" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And a fearsome - and very skinny fast bowler in the school cricket team. He did go on to play very good cricket in Adelaide and Darwin, where his speed and skill earned him such headlines in the local newspapers as "Teacher Needle Canes the Opposition" and "Nightcliff without Needle is like a Ship Without a Rudder".</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDoeKJ8eS67HLOSzzEldwsgeZ8PPZa1fET4ngHhx59e7Nx5QMH1FP0yc7Az1A2dNPOUv9nu4s1nE_tyRTVH-j9Dj6T7GXzfMxuKtnFyMM2THJp1uOoiIZnC-2eKXKQx0CbTcL/s2048/Gawler+High+Cricket+1957.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1307" data-original-width="2048" height="303" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpDoeKJ8eS67HLOSzzEldwsgeZ8PPZa1fET4ngHhx59e7Nx5QMH1FP0yc7Az1A2dNPOUv9nu4s1nE_tyRTVH-j9Dj6T7GXzfMxuKtnFyMM2THJp1uOoiIZnC-2eKXKQx0CbTcL/w475-h303/Gawler+High+Cricket+1957.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Though perhaps he is best known in family circles for his fishing prowess - or lack thereof.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugk9xT26jYL9BM5GsJ0Ta2mUX8WF5i0cWQG7FpMkhQonFpz4iH6WrmMteexaI1uASDdmgkxjrY-FoU9rvggNht8Ak1T4wpzio0nfQ70aJGjDJBAvEngxPWGKy3MWkI61roewc/s1413/D+1965+saratoga.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1413" data-original-width="921" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugk9xT26jYL9BM5GsJ0Ta2mUX8WF5i0cWQG7FpMkhQonFpz4iH6WrmMteexaI1uASDdmgkxjrY-FoU9rvggNht8Ak1T4wpzio0nfQ70aJGjDJBAvEngxPWGKy3MWkI61roewc/w253-h387/D+1965+saratoga.jpg" width="253" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>Not to be outdone, I became known for playing Hockey and Softball, although I haven't many photos of myself. Here I am with the girls I taught and coached. We were premiers that year.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorbuziKWBAi1NDLvbMFXRMFji-DqDAUi5rV1bujmIy5EWVWj9usSraCmHYZCclJVpXsqcXA3i-Z1t_k1p4vmgwMJf3-onZgKa1O0pOvTQ9IVURb1EkYQnTenGve0Yb4f7ovkn/s1518/BHS+Hockey+1981.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1043" data-original-width="1518" height="335" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhorbuziKWBAi1NDLvbMFXRMFji-DqDAUi5rV1bujmIy5EWVWj9usSraCmHYZCclJVpXsqcXA3i-Z1t_k1p4vmgwMJf3-onZgKa1O0pOvTQ9IVURb1EkYQnTenGve0Yb4f7ovkn/w487-h335/BHS+Hockey+1981.jpg" width="487" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And my Darwin Softball team that I captained and coached.</div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QE0R2IVhYpvYS6Fiei2fx7Vwq5b7U0iOBpOsnUsfG0lv-F2uSGixrw5t1StSp_Jr7mhudywuSNzEn5ZwiG4RvNtZY6LmPp5R_hRbDv4ZdU8ZTK1Mkw9LIIWIrar9lFnPgP8-/s1461/1964+Softball+team.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1170" data-original-width="1461" height="355" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_QE0R2IVhYpvYS6Fiei2fx7Vwq5b7U0iOBpOsnUsfG0lv-F2uSGixrw5t1StSp_Jr7mhudywuSNzEn5ZwiG4RvNtZY6LmPp5R_hRbDv4ZdU8ZTK1Mkw9LIIWIrar9lFnPgP8-/w444-h355/1964+Softball+team.jpg" width="444" /></a></div><div><br /></div></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></blockquote></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="text-align: center;"> Modern times - here is Liz the lady Lawn Bowler.</span></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSkRUJQKy77XgI9wbo8NEXutQgTBy5f0qMcLoj-41nZws_3sdwD1LbL2R2dbDZ5Nt-9n3QemXTLVLTqriTVLA_5ZujsU65r-jd3xuXDIWGb7l3hWPu9YlHLONOQxWV62v7pZz/s720/2017bowler+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="480" height="409" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZSkRUJQKy77XgI9wbo8NEXutQgTBy5f0qMcLoj-41nZws_3sdwD1LbL2R2dbDZ5Nt-9n3QemXTLVLTqriTVLA_5ZujsU65r-jd3xuXDIWGb7l3hWPu9YlHLONOQxWV62v7pZz/w272-h409/2017bowler+2.jpg" width="272" /></a></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And together we organised and ran many school sports days.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfjPYuBM4fjyBlUxb8PfaoaZ7bUX0s-y3R_saHqTEs0YhBxoQ3WFrGdNgaWgcv0Js02yIl3MNN_hgoZTPTRunGrRfzLttkMLeXt15lTH5051vpoyjbzYxYOs0F-WNRJBapSoR/s720/Skinny+Liz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="555" height="383" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyfjPYuBM4fjyBlUxb8PfaoaZ7bUX0s-y3R_saHqTEs0YhBxoQ3WFrGdNgaWgcv0Js02yIl3MNN_hgoZTPTRunGrRfzLttkMLeXt15lTH5051vpoyjbzYxYOs0F-WNRJBapSoR/w296-h383/Skinny+Liz.jpg" width="296" /></a></div><br /><div>And just to finish off with an old one. Here is my mother with a netball team she coached back in the thirties. That's her on the extreme right with "The Hairstyle!"</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MJo4fv-klFlmUpfEBCQxS1vGmQVZ0x7yyj6RAXmMS5IMmkAhf4RVPBzScKNVSC4VTl1bXm_PTWuOVOFtIYWSJcr9pTKj_oisAIHO2SdYF380cJrXjoVYrID_oZnFDIrhkHgm/s640/L+Laura+and+class.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="376" data-original-width="640" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8MJo4fv-klFlmUpfEBCQxS1vGmQVZ0x7yyj6RAXmMS5IMmkAhf4RVPBzScKNVSC4VTl1bXm_PTWuOVOFtIYWSJcr9pTKj_oisAIHO2SdYF380cJrXjoVYrID_oZnFDIrhkHgm/w480-h282/L+Laura+and+class.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz Needle - linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/" style="background-color: red;"> SEPIA SATURDAY.</a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-25883726867462331102021-04-03T17:09:00.004+10:302021-04-03T17:12:33.855+10:30Sepia Saturday 564 - PICNICS AND PARTIES<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFafIPGOoFTDxHmnr4d4oMBMjhdIhQkOICX_lMLEfPajhu-cm9_w0sBe6SOXr8WPzqRlGg9U2J3I6vckISjko6ynL5oxcH2grJydhrlaP0RHCFkJvNoT6RGAMikMqVKLN6hrfU/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFafIPGOoFTDxHmnr4d4oMBMjhdIhQkOICX_lMLEfPajhu-cm9_w0sBe6SOXr8WPzqRlGg9U2J3I6vckISjko6ynL5oxcH2grJydhrlaP0RHCFkJvNoT6RGAMikMqVKLN6hrfU/" width="150" /></a></div>The prompt this week shows a works dinner. While I don't ave many shots of dinners, I do have some of parties and picnics that I can share with you.<p></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p>I remember the days when my Dad's bosses would put on Christmas parties and picnics for all the workers. Not sure which firm put this one on, but there are my brother and I standing one each side of Father Christmas. I think this would have been taken in 1948. All the little girls got baby dolls and the boys toy cars or buses. Wouldn't do in this day of extreme non-sexism.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEeomwOGVek-7FV_rupj17YX2PTCTOe1e5LxWCHU_kUTRez8Z1LNssOblPIm7AC3kQzlkFTuSiAKibB5CrOxiK_SVXQJn3Q-b_yyQEpHagLOlyIdjTfP-f7ipf6jqnpCbWkvw/s2048/Works+Xmas+party+1948.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1566" data-original-width="2048" height="375" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBEeomwOGVek-7FV_rupj17YX2PTCTOe1e5LxWCHU_kUTRez8Z1LNssOblPIm7AC3kQzlkFTuSiAKibB5CrOxiK_SVXQJn3Q-b_yyQEpHagLOlyIdjTfP-f7ipf6jqnpCbWkvw/w489-h375/Works+Xmas+party+1948.jpg" width="489" /></a></div><div><br /></div>One year when my Dad was working at an aircraft factory during the war years, we all got model aeroplanes that our fathers had been able to make at work. That was pretty special, but I have no photos from that time.<div><br /></div><div>This one was a works picnic held at Belair national Park in the Adelaide Hills. I am sitting in the front row about a third of the way along on the right with blonde plaits. I blew this up to see where everyone was and found my dad more or less in the middle of the back sitting row - bald head in front of a lady in black. To my amazement I found my granny on the right of that same lady in black. We travelled to the picnics in the covered trucks behind the crowd.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyVH0jgEYnNb-Had6q3Gm8QG4g-R6RVAkbk5Uvwt981ffy24-OFd0u39jMpDNPyvxQSse2bnkcfhjvE_MVyUFUMXPRZeBtgNqNyXivb8pFAaxsHXoR3YwL8HOoH58StT6ve72/s2048/works+picnic.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1151" data-original-width="2048" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCyVH0jgEYnNb-Had6q3Gm8QG4g-R6RVAkbk5Uvwt981ffy24-OFd0u39jMpDNPyvxQSse2bnkcfhjvE_MVyUFUMXPRZeBtgNqNyXivb8pFAaxsHXoR3YwL8HOoH58StT6ve72/w569-h320/works+picnic.jpg" width="569" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>This shot shows a somewhat less happy group. The bus had broken down and the men all offered their expertise on how to fix the problem, while the ladies looked on in amusement or exasperation.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7VhM2vQn5rsvP87MJBI25D6XXr71ckoIb_RVJV_VKS4112tcCqe_MolKLvUXDPxDr8AVI9IXMWUY6d9BMDaQqnqxN5lrjy7ec9I7hMEPXSL6-UAc5tA6jHyvXfFbr063Dwh0/s648/the+men.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="648" data-original-width="625" height="388" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7VhM2vQn5rsvP87MJBI25D6XXr71ckoIb_RVJV_VKS4112tcCqe_MolKLvUXDPxDr8AVI9IXMWUY6d9BMDaQqnqxN5lrjy7ec9I7hMEPXSL6-UAc5tA6jHyvXfFbr063Dwh0/w375-h388/the+men.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>To bring us up to modern times. Not a staff luncheon, but some very good quilting friends who are this year celebrating well over 20 years of friendship and fun.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6D2MXjyW9KFKg8jYE27gtX1LcSerG38EYugdJIzQIJZ8-bbcSAo4il_mQmg6XhQqIlUe69Ld6Kc-piuf6GVa7NadCHivlgT5i025olu0Xfe1juaWZQ9JpDVVrl33HHOqEg2GN/s2048/Picture+065.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6D2MXjyW9KFKg8jYE27gtX1LcSerG38EYugdJIzQIJZ8-bbcSAo4il_mQmg6XhQqIlUe69Ld6Kc-piuf6GVa7NadCHivlgT5i025olu0Xfe1juaWZQ9JpDVVrl33HHOqEg2GN/s320/Picture+065.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Finally, Just one more in keeping with the theme. My mother and her brother at lunch. . Must have been taken in the '70s when they were both in their seventies.<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAqm33QkFvFsuL8DIM0qSsV-AudZ1jDZ2PZUI_uc7VY9dHZCDT9h79OrPBHaBLDrM7WnwzxVjwzDwNaorAn0HUAozjBUIgJ9b5QIU1Togx2v-WrHuPBfbnLYGc9DKc6PQLJey/s984/EL+Ern+and+laura.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="984" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAqm33QkFvFsuL8DIM0qSsV-AudZ1jDZ2PZUI_uc7VY9dHZCDT9h79OrPBHaBLDrM7WnwzxVjwzDwNaorAn0HUAozjBUIgJ9b5QIU1Togx2v-WrHuPBfbnLYGc9DKc6PQLJey/s320/EL+Ern+and+laura.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz Needle - linking with<span style="background-color: red;"><a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/"> SEPIA SATURDAY.</a></span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-77525779867936409402021-03-28T23:02:00.000+10:302021-03-28T23:02:32.342+10:30Sepia Saturday 563 - Large families<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Back to my family photos again because I seem to have quite a few large family groups - big families. Several I have shown before in previous posts, but they bear repeating because I like them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">First we have one you may remember. My husband's maternal grandmother and her siblings. She - Rosa Boord - was one of a large family, mainly girls. Her father was referred to as "the pilot with many daughters". Here we have the good Captain Alexander Frederick Boord with his 11 surviving children, one having died at birth. Captain Boord's wife died in 1894 two months after the birth of her 12th child. Captain Boord died in 1925, aged 81.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">This photo is of the 9 eldest children and their family dog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pr_LLeoIpKoz1nIm5p6zDK6tHvGwH3QqgTCMLwmu2YrPF5IW1OT2du3HHmqkbSEaJQQUzWTGS0HUrMPbqmF-q2-c2BLXTseI8kOQU3vhHag9IVLCYxmeSm0_IvvVSCw_NH8T/s2048/Boord+children.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1602" data-original-width="2048" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_pr_LLeoIpKoz1nIm5p6zDK6tHvGwH3QqgTCMLwmu2YrPF5IW1OT2du3HHmqkbSEaJQQUzWTGS0HUrMPbqmF-q2-c2BLXTseI8kOQU3vhHag9IVLCYxmeSm0_IvvVSCw_NH8T/w506-h395/Boord+children.jpg" width="506" /></a></div><br /></div></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Here we have the whole family.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOABn6qtb1TRJ5-1G-p0FA-oZ6MN_yljsHzKgciVPGZEF7q-dngJ4qta7l47VuoeIFdHYi_jXH05cPWSf6IVVIabPxPHf_MUiLDXPj2byBAekN5u5Ykpue7lnsWshk5PcCTVho/s2048/Boord+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1599" data-original-width="2048" height="368" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOABn6qtb1TRJ5-1G-p0FA-oZ6MN_yljsHzKgciVPGZEF7q-dngJ4qta7l47VuoeIFdHYi_jXH05cPWSf6IVVIabPxPHf_MUiLDXPj2byBAekN5u5Ykpue7lnsWshk5PcCTVho/w472-h368/Boord+family.jpg" width="472" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This photo shows the family gathering at the wedding of Nellie Boord, the youngest of the Boord family. Nellie is front row 3rd from the right. Rosa, Don's grandmother ids centre back row wearing a white hat with dark rim.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunUlKug81l34_oJIRDTL0bYeR2JTy05HQ4tRGmmRGI7jFHxdiKyD8Ula68ZSzethrgt2m9fUwLLc19PUxEzetXkTnFAqDUu1W54cGkTU-bmwXZet3CAm4cBg-x390nRo8WYt5/s2048/Boord+wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="2048" height="359" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhunUlKug81l34_oJIRDTL0bYeR2JTy05HQ4tRGmmRGI7jFHxdiKyD8Ula68ZSzethrgt2m9fUwLLc19PUxEzetXkTnFAqDUu1W54cGkTU-bmwXZet3CAm4cBg-x390nRo8WYt5/w493-h359/Boord+wedding.jpg" width="493" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">To continue the family theme, we have Rosa (centre) with her some of her children and grandchildren.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can you spot those twins in the front row. My Don is top row on the right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLj0KlZ201cy26Pki6LnjBmD6UzwG2gDNuQfplWY_7a7LxB4op5SlO7UOSaTA-E-_a3nDhH2ppygvaXeaJr2uotDdzR0wMSNZYrsUnuNG9ZyByECgWY9lNV9QwmRGuzfe8mDy/s1532/family+at+williamstown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1206" data-original-width="1532" height="348" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvLj0KlZ201cy26Pki6LnjBmD6UzwG2gDNuQfplWY_7a7LxB4op5SlO7UOSaTA-E-_a3nDhH2ppygvaXeaJr2uotDdzR0wMSNZYrsUnuNG9ZyByECgWY9lNV9QwmRGuzfe8mDy/w442-h348/family+at+williamstown.jpg" width="442" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then the next generation, Rosa's great grandchildren - well, a few of them - the Needle ones..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp7vyykpaIokMC-lyhYS-mFa-ujFierj6ZvxhAfOE5NjVPCf_1qoVDIg-XYqTOYTTolxBtuKY5LDONRt3LEeSqdKEJpUzqBKJMRucwtfQ5V9CRYWxYa3HbpEdI7lTZ44WVH5B/s2048/Needle+tribe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1604" data-original-width="2048" height="351" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRp7vyykpaIokMC-lyhYS-mFa-ujFierj6ZvxhAfOE5NjVPCf_1qoVDIg-XYqTOYTTolxBtuKY5LDONRt3LEeSqdKEJpUzqBKJMRucwtfQ5V9CRYWxYa3HbpEdI7lTZ44WVH5B/w447-h351/Needle+tribe.jpg" width="447" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>I cannot leave my family out of this. We too had large families. This one shows my maternal great grandmother, Laura Heyne (nee Hanckel) with her 4 children and their offspring. My mother, also Laura Heyne, is the baby and standing directly behind her and her mother is yet another Laura Heyne - my great aunt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHfvQLPTcgz9GMw4E22RD3Lw__YLFsk9TjVAM_J7rox57JjU4PqfZ5PkzMib7iws8hyphenhyphenr1quHbXqMDV2qUVjhy667jb5T3axmvPA6Y5JlNdki9b9OxJn8z2x0_PD0i6LWduytk/s1279/F+whole+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="895" data-original-width="1279" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHfvQLPTcgz9GMw4E22RD3Lw__YLFsk9TjVAM_J7rox57JjU4PqfZ5PkzMib7iws8hyphenhyphenr1quHbXqMDV2qUVjhy667jb5T3axmvPA6Y5JlNdki9b9OxJn8z2x0_PD0i6LWduytk/w523-h366/F+whole+family.jpg" width="523" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Skipping a couple of generations and here we have a couple of large families of my cousins. I only had one brother and i was always so envious of these cousins. They were such fun to visit and seemed so close and loving.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Another Heyne family and believe it or not, yet another Laura heyne amongst them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTLu3AP287jfDFlOTrEAZGRgf1XmYF13eg6L87vNWLQjEblCGc3asIl4Xxz6k3IqtJXCOTkaF5CVJAcQ60P2D5ggoX_tk6H5sT65lqnDxLpyXU19dhoZeoiBpXgo0gmF_3MUe/s1781/EF+Ern+Heyne+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1253" data-original-width="1781" height="352" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggTLu3AP287jfDFlOTrEAZGRgf1XmYF13eg6L87vNWLQjEblCGc3asIl4Xxz6k3IqtJXCOTkaF5CVJAcQ60P2D5ggoX_tk6H5sT65lqnDxLpyXU19dhoZeoiBpXgo0gmF_3MUe/w501-h352/EF+Ern+Heyne+family.jpg" width="501" /></a></div><p> My uncle fought in WW2 and was a prisoner of war in Changi prison for a number of years. My aunt was left to raise eight children on her own.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwn3YCkCdWxM0fggv-cb4P7T44PZ6Y07nvKAFYKAinGd5J1m1tjDET3_k9_w9Aj9-f5qcLo5rclvjzaKeB2V-_sx02NRMPoq1rmdTytcO20OUX69LBXdenVOotI7rqw4Lydum/s1494/EF+The+Heyne+clan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="888" data-original-width="1494" height="262" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwn3YCkCdWxM0fggv-cb4P7T44PZ6Y07nvKAFYKAinGd5J1m1tjDET3_k9_w9Aj9-f5qcLo5rclvjzaKeB2V-_sx02NRMPoq1rmdTytcO20OUX69LBXdenVOotI7rqw4Lydum/w441-h262/EF+The+Heyne+clan.jpg" width="441" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>And yet more cousins, but no Laura here. The boys were all servicemen - Airforce, Navy and Army.</div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0mIr8Qf7bKTLAGFiBSaDTD_2NksVXYXYU_zRq0wDxZE2m4_cdnM1JVxHLSOBhhRycpXmYpDVVCjrfnQY78dJJk1UMwjc3bMDxFIAvFlHh2tkprip3r21rkzBEll_cUgd_e1C/s618/AF++Peter%252C+William%252C+Anna%252C+Maureen%252C+Robert%252C+Kate%252C+Helen%252C+John+%2526+Margaret+KENNEDY+Renmark+1951.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="377" data-original-width="618" height="258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0mIr8Qf7bKTLAGFiBSaDTD_2NksVXYXYU_zRq0wDxZE2m4_cdnM1JVxHLSOBhhRycpXmYpDVVCjrfnQY78dJJk1UMwjc3bMDxFIAvFlHh2tkprip3r21rkzBEll_cUgd_e1C/w423-h258/AF++Peter%252C+William%252C+Anna%252C+Maureen%252C+Robert%252C+Kate%252C+Helen%252C+John+%2526+Margaret+KENNEDY+Renmark+1951.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><br /><div>I had 34 cousins from my mother's side of the family and like many families we have the occasional family get togethers - sadly these days it is often for funerals. The first photo below goes back to 1941 and it is very poor quality as in those days the cameras were pretty basic.</div><div>This is the earliest photo I have seen of me. I am the blonde baby being held on the right.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9Bktdi7tf_7lpc2Fe5zgtfxUt7JJbSi6Yn-xpK7TWQdIVqQ-_UI75XEab6N_ezCq1LhWXVAr5Z5CJhpAtvJZSvNfqk5-t0GC596rAG3IKogX8K_wq5eaNOSe768tfmkD8uUJ/s1100/F+family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="707" data-original-width="1100" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9Bktdi7tf_7lpc2Fe5zgtfxUt7JJbSi6Yn-xpK7TWQdIVqQ-_UI75XEab6N_ezCq1LhWXVAr5Z5CJhpAtvJZSvNfqk5-t0GC596rAG3IKogX8K_wq5eaNOSe768tfmkD8uUJ/w491-h316/F+family.jpg" width="491" /></a></div><br /></div><div>And a later get together with the children of the young adults from above plus a few others.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzEcF3go4krUjWGDpJ_ejVnNsQ0hpBz8SWLFeAz1d1W-GeatETY5-oZq09g4tyR5QEn6Py-DJxXO_2q0VmcTCU2CwYfCkYV9OEFJsyrOIA3veuF410IXLVbQ0hmDrwdcN_6En/s1309/F+The+HEYNE+Family+%2527Kelly%2527s%2527+Lenswood+1980.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="866" data-original-width="1309" height="367" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLzEcF3go4krUjWGDpJ_ejVnNsQ0hpBz8SWLFeAz1d1W-GeatETY5-oZq09g4tyR5QEn6Py-DJxXO_2q0VmcTCU2CwYfCkYV9OEFJsyrOIA3veuF410IXLVbQ0hmDrwdcN_6En/w554-h367/F+The+HEYNE+Family+%2527Kelly%2527s%2527+Lenswood+1980.jpg" width="554" /></a></div><br /></div><div>Enough of my family. I can't promise you won't see more of them - it really depends on what numbers are thrown at us over the next weeks and months.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Liz Needle - linking with "<span style="color: red;"><a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">SEPIA SATURDAY</a></span>".</div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-74868335791213152792021-03-20T20:38:00.003+10:302021-03-20T20:41:36.349+10:30Sepia Saturday 562 - Football<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI82vlxbSDPIVSUYvAwM1goGpRCIiv2YRPGFfY_3ULHd2XFsoZ40bTp9r0jw0m0NXwYUtg8Q6DTOjmNRWGrxvca3UUuyeiwXAeMvaWJ4ujfFpOJSj4D8G2elbkVcNo0dcAKdZ/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLI82vlxbSDPIVSUYvAwM1goGpRCIiv2YRPGFfY_3ULHd2XFsoZ40bTp9r0jw0m0NXwYUtg8Q6DTOjmNRWGrxvca3UUuyeiwXAeMvaWJ4ujfFpOJSj4D8G2elbkVcNo0dcAKdZ/" width="150" /></a></div>The Sepia Saturday this week shows a crowd at some sort of event - maybe a football game, a band competition (I know someone who is sure to jump on this one.)<p></p><p>I have decided to go with the football theme a and where it all started.It is the major football code in Australia, followed by Soccer, Rugby League and Rugby Union. AFL is in fact the oldest official football code in the world, having its origins in the 1850's.</p><p>Football in some form or other was played in Australia from the very early days, but it was very informal and not documented. It is said that some of the local indigenous tribes played a form of football well before the white settlers. It is on record that the first documented game was played in June 1858 between Melbourne Grammar and St Kilda Grammar. There were no written rules, no definite team numbers and the game followed the tradition of the football games played at the English Public Schools. In August of that year, Melbourne Grammar played against Scotch College in a game of 40 a-side which lasted 3 Saturdays.</p><p>About that time Tom Wills who was then a keen cricketer and had played a form of football at Rugby returned to Australia and mooted the idea of setting up a football game that would keep the cricketers fit during the winter. He and a small group of like minded sportsman met at Bryants Hotel in Melbourne and hammered out t set of 10 rules that became the basis for Australian Rules Football. </p><p>The Melbourne and Geelong Football Clubs were formed in 1858 and 1859 and are among the oldest sporting clubs in the world. The game took off and was played in Victoria, South Australia, Queensland, Tasmania and New South Wales. This etching shows a game played in 1866.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSv9JmZUzFgDgNgUeXOBIiLJoS9ZOfsx2rH0TJPjtMC_3k4s7hX4iIWndEY_rvCgLMtZDjQpenxjftsv-uvGmQfo4CVaBjOiNA-2a5h3P8l0R_0AOJL-UwXL2WkCPUuIf1SiR/s1000/Australianfootball1866.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="698" data-original-width="1000" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSv9JmZUzFgDgNgUeXOBIiLJoS9ZOfsx2rH0TJPjtMC_3k4s7hX4iIWndEY_rvCgLMtZDjQpenxjftsv-uvGmQfo4CVaBjOiNA-2a5h3P8l0R_0AOJL-UwXL2WkCPUuIf1SiR/w423-h295/Australianfootball1866.jpg" width="423" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Below is an inter-colonial game from 1879<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4nuixCK_aONVP7g7cQlesObJo6yIuQOkOgaxXYDI9YMUezkgCinZrDzJdlQgc3oyHgfMlHbf5JBnfZ2rTzgpy4Zakj85uUavGZxao_qvqVgzBx0bu1Fn_dsXkG36x5hVuQQv/s647/Intercolonial_Football_Match_1879.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="305" data-original-width="647" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4nuixCK_aONVP7g7cQlesObJo6yIuQOkOgaxXYDI9YMUezkgCinZrDzJdlQgc3oyHgfMlHbf5JBnfZ2rTzgpy4Zakj85uUavGZxao_qvqVgzBx0bu1Fn_dsXkG36x5hVuQQv/w487-h230/Intercolonial_Football_Match_1879.jpg" width="487" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>A visiting team from England<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxeozoqEYhm0t39RgkdLYwAeDa3iLZiNuOm9lyzfEUTtHB9KBd-aRyzKGyh3zWg9cRo2TM5akEmRDYYPpBSraVP-JPKsb2eqlXlpPaCQm-kCdZdrfYesNU5nThQOApJ9-hIWt/s1600/FL15646095.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1135" data-original-width="1600" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxeozoqEYhm0t39RgkdLYwAeDa3iLZiNuOm9lyzfEUTtHB9KBd-aRyzKGyh3zWg9cRo2TM5akEmRDYYPpBSraVP-JPKsb2eqlXlpPaCQm-kCdZdrfYesNU5nThQOApJ9-hIWt/w443-h314/FL15646095.jpg" width="443" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Here we see a gasme in Yarra Park, Melbourne. Kicking, high marking and fierce tackling are among the chief elements of the game.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DOyaAOff8KI2zesmPy61ok0F56Ua65P4LZx0mU-ihxhNxxstL20spHWCej1GXBftWh2CEn3jUvQrDxRPvX5EcEClrBThFwJ7Fw_z3mB2O4CuVgvGnRAMiwWDKoKFKz466fQh/s1600/FL15580507.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1026" data-original-width="1600" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0DOyaAOff8KI2zesmPy61ok0F56Ua65P4LZx0mU-ihxhNxxstL20spHWCej1GXBftWh2CEn3jUvQrDxRPvX5EcEClrBThFwJ7Fw_z3mB2O4CuVgvGnRAMiwWDKoKFKz466fQh/w467-h299/FL15580507.jpg" width="467" /></a></div><br /><div>An early game under lights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyCZvfYKaps6GG9YoNy7Hc12q8Vb4jZugo7FpxuX-ZaBhTC0AbTFFzwo4fRmF-GuM4HWH76cQpWj0seU4lJkNB8tpcqybpB_LRBAWSapQdhFy7ruUW9S2SI_TAOFQgF5TXrtV/s1000/Football_match_by_electric_light__IAN30_08_79_13.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1000" height="386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWyCZvfYKaps6GG9YoNy7Hc12q8Vb4jZugo7FpxuX-ZaBhTC0AbTFFzwo4fRmF-GuM4HWH76cQpWj0seU4lJkNB8tpcqybpB_LRBAWSapQdhFy7ruUW9S2SI_TAOFQgF5TXrtV/w494-h386/Football_match_by_electric_light__IAN30_08_79_13.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div>Melbourne Football Club in the 1920's</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy8TZ2-K_SjpWYjemRFC3jSrh3rOmHZd7JnUfNwr11t8I0hwjctXiG8311F0OHMYUcSBrzZSlqZOFVaZ_Lk5dEzHMAi1quDy5nZWz8GijDgUTRcHlwNyuRdW5XNxaD7Ep9aHd/s1000/Melbourne_FC_H96_160_428.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="780" data-original-width="1000" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmy8TZ2-K_SjpWYjemRFC3jSrh3rOmHZd7JnUfNwr11t8I0hwjctXiG8311F0OHMYUcSBrzZSlqZOFVaZ_Lk5dEzHMAi1quDy5nZWz8GijDgUTRcHlwNyuRdW5XNxaD7Ep9aHd/w448-h350/Melbourne_FC_H96_160_428.jpg" width="448" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course like all games, football has evolved over the years and has developed into a fast, skilful and exciting game, played in all Australian states and overseas as well. In Australia at the highest level it attracts crowds each week of up to 50 000 and up to 100 000 for the Grand Final, but it is played at all levels, throughout the country by men, women and children each saturday in winter. It is arguably our national game, though I would probably get a fight from Soccer and Rugby fans.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxDKsx8xPKC51_jCz8OIgGwuO3BF0WIlQS7xhWCc8LZvpphSSLRMOjznEYWFL_CGz_cJqH2mQEkoGdKvEt95ffpz1jb1yi5ztYqVbrnIanCifEeqJgel2v23YVhkaSTjEcO-W/s450/721439.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="309" data-original-width="450" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGxDKsx8xPKC51_jCz8OIgGwuO3BF0WIlQS7xhWCc8LZvpphSSLRMOjznEYWFL_CGz_cJqH2mQEkoGdKvEt95ffpz1jb1yi5ztYqVbrnIanCifEeqJgel2v23YVhkaSTjEcO-W/w470-h323/721439.jpg" width="470" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Liz Needle - linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday</a></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-23126778902227642802021-03-13T14:19:00.000+10:302021-03-13T14:19:41.632+10:30Sepia Saturday 561 - NUMBER THREE<p> Another week gone and I'm back to regale you with some threesomes from my family album - thankfully no triplets in the family!!</p><p><br /></p><p>Let's start with the Needle family. First my beautiful mother-in-law Mavis and the two eldest boys - Fred and Don. Mavis was born in 1913 at Solomontown - one of two girls born to Ezra and Edith Cosh. She married Ronald Needle in 1937 and had 6 sons in the next 10 years. They purchased a small farm at Williamstown and Mavis raised the boys largely on her own at first as Ron was away at war and then working as a large transport contractor, often away from home for extended periods. She was a beautiful lady in the true sense and I loved her from the start. Sadly she died suddenly at 50, shortly after her first grandchild was born. We bought the baby - then 3 months old - down from Darwin to meet the family and Mavis had the joy of caring for her first granddaughter for a few weeks.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf3Y1DnoGFb6itoVBUZlBtY1TdXLqNygV1NuHgd-9cYTICf9AbEzwkhCvFqla2R_TV5CUQ8TpQ-2Z7zQz44rFUzAT0o0Kffoza2W2odeJkILb1qfmC_0ruryb59aHQjyWIkz9/s2048/Fred%252C+Mavis%252C+Don.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="2048" height="378" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNf3Y1DnoGFb6itoVBUZlBtY1TdXLqNygV1NuHgd-9cYTICf9AbEzwkhCvFqla2R_TV5CUQ8TpQ-2Z7zQz44rFUzAT0o0Kffoza2W2odeJkILb1qfmC_0ruryb59aHQjyWIkz9/w476-h378/Fred%252C+Mavis%252C+Don.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Here is my husband Don with his twin brothers whom you met last week. I'm afraid Don usually opted out of family photos if he could.<div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4D3oOD72qJ4ysPUvlbvyIp_nnKrrdSjiuq3GZMHivKM6wckkb8mewycPOn23LdmWlb-tYILfc0zvwYxzgmBOifU_MYtiDJk1K10jZ7yyTX_OW1IwCah7sFfBocZlPaygCMjX/s1221/Paul%252C+Don%252C+Peter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1221" data-original-width="1003" height="374" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK4D3oOD72qJ4ysPUvlbvyIp_nnKrrdSjiuq3GZMHivKM6wckkb8mewycPOn23LdmWlb-tYILfc0zvwYxzgmBOifU_MYtiDJk1K10jZ7yyTX_OW1IwCah7sFfBocZlPaygCMjX/w307-h374/Paul%252C+Don%252C+Peter.jpg" width="307" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>I love these multi generation family photos. This is the only one I could find featuring three generations. Hear we have Don's great grandmother Pauline Batis, his grandmother Edith (Cosh nee Batis) and her eldest daughter Jean.</div><div><br /></div><div>Grandma Batis was another amazing pioneer woman. She was born Pauline Thoman in 1860 and married John Batis in 1877. They lived on a pastoral property at Nackera in the far north of south Australia where Pauline had at least 8 children as well as running the property while her husband was off droving, often for months at a time. A lot of mystery surrounds the life of the Batis family - stories and rumours abounded, secrets kept and as the children have long since gone and little was handed on to the next generation, we will probably never find out about it now. Pauline died in 1959, just short of 100 years.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZgsVK6a3dIskibZcQqy0W8-WN7aZ90pl6_RnwRT8AdweJ8Uc9MZY05cfm0hY-YNp7GDIVTFB8nmOVRmvRD5ZbfZnDbLp2za7llz_MoHK9F3frQR-1mulceb0ppetju0eNAMb/s1255/edith+gran.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1255" data-original-width="952" height="447" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiZgsVK6a3dIskibZcQqy0W8-WN7aZ90pl6_RnwRT8AdweJ8Uc9MZY05cfm0hY-YNp7GDIVTFB8nmOVRmvRD5ZbfZnDbLp2za7llz_MoHK9F3frQR-1mulceb0ppetju0eNAMb/w340-h447/edith+gran.jpg" width="340" /></a></div><br /><p>On to my family. First we have Edouard Hanckel, his wife Johanna (nee Brunot) and their daughter Laura who became my great grandmother. The Hanckels arrived in Australia in 1850 on the ship "Lavinia". This photo was taken several years before they arrived in Adelaide. Johanna looks to be pregnant here and she did have a son, Emil in 1848.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzM5o1F9p51xvN5HbzuuqdGhg62niapsTXmTKJna2Ys5L1Od6jU3NHuj0fdukPV5iPN7lrVYgJESnCaR7qFyGvzYCrTjmNKUd0AYjbzb4u-KjjbkSZnfnaB6jUQBqFQipmqA6U/s1144/H+Edward+and+laura+Hanckel.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1144" data-original-width="868" height="395" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzM5o1F9p51xvN5HbzuuqdGhg62niapsTXmTKJna2Ys5L1Od6jU3NHuj0fdukPV5iPN7lrVYgJESnCaR7qFyGvzYCrTjmNKUd0AYjbzb4u-KjjbkSZnfnaB6jUQBqFQipmqA6U/w300-h395/H+Edward+and+laura+Hanckel.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Skipping a couple of generations here is my mother, Laura, with my young brother and me, taken in 1944. My mother was the granddaughter of the little girl in the picture above. Like so many of the women in her family she was a well known and much loved teacher. She married my father - Austin St George Hornblower (has to be an Englishman) in 1939. I will write more about my father another time. His is an interesting story.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfEzp_tDVyCXPT-uXCTkX_HnIjse8HtvkbUbABX8KETPVgbrq6TgYToNo-Vt32LhRRF0Im3KzuqSjTLaMbmcUsiLF_xciH68AXlMwNE4ZhYSV7aUOF08QCw-bA85REskIXeFl/s2048/L+Francis%252C+Laura+%2526+Liz+HORNBLOWER+1945.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1367" height="501" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgfEzp_tDVyCXPT-uXCTkX_HnIjse8HtvkbUbABX8KETPVgbrq6TgYToNo-Vt32LhRRF0Im3KzuqSjTLaMbmcUsiLF_xciH68AXlMwNE4ZhYSV7aUOF08QCw-bA85REskIXeFl/w335-h501/L+Francis%252C+Laura+%2526+Liz+HORNBLOWER+1945.jpg" width="335" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This threesome shows two of my great aunts - Tante Ida and Tante Laura - and my cousin Janet. Ida and Laura were the daughters of the little girl in the earlier trio. They were both very well known teachers in Adelaide and with their sister Agnes taught many of the professional people in Adelaide. Laura(right) became the first female to be head of Science, Maths and Latin at Adelaide Boys High School - she also coached her great nieces and nephews (me included) through their public exams. Ida, while profoundly deaf from the age of around 17, was a much loved teacher of German at Girton school for girls. Like many of the women in the family, Janet also became a teacher.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAAbMCib9gsBLlOcjS2A2mjZr7ilhdY1g4VUEVdK2qyBLthyAYQp1xTO6rpUYyulZaIhjUGwD0-AS5GMybQhk2r_DUz9jcordyb2uAsFeS0020kOoe_fIGG5pegKelb7sK-3c/s613/H+Tanta+Ida%252C+Janet%252C+Tante+Laura.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="584" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAAbMCib9gsBLlOcjS2A2mjZr7ilhdY1g4VUEVdK2qyBLthyAYQp1xTO6rpUYyulZaIhjUGwD0-AS5GMybQhk2r_DUz9jcordyb2uAsFeS0020kOoe_fIGG5pegKelb7sK-3c/w365-h382/H+Tanta+Ida%252C+Janet%252C+Tante+Laura.jpg" width="365" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>I haven't as many triplet photos as I thought in my old albums - people tended to have larger families, so here are a few later ones. This one is me at about 18, my cousin Jan and my best friend Kate. We were all rather proud of our 'lovely legs' in those days.</div></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hFn3ib0Qp7BPWv7H37NL9J5UAQUdkmPleIRzUuflr9Hg93u0a2Wb8Zkb2abRVdC14A_3dnqvguibcm10YmJkYeW1EZj2HKN4uE0SHZ4SGlFO_n2_bPsf3owhcyRhtuMBNKPU/s896/Untitled-10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="896" data-original-width="616" height="448" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2hFn3ib0Qp7BPWv7H37NL9J5UAQUdkmPleIRzUuflr9Hg93u0a2Wb8Zkb2abRVdC14A_3dnqvguibcm10YmJkYeW1EZj2HKN4uE0SHZ4SGlFO_n2_bPsf3owhcyRhtuMBNKPU/w308-h448/Untitled-10.jpg" width="308" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Another from the family album. It is titled Olga Ernst. I have no idea which one is Olga, but I do know that Olga Dorothea Agnes Ernst (note the family names)was a very well known writer of Australian fairy tales, publishing her first book "Fairytales from the Land of the Wattle" in 1904 when she was just 16. Olga's mother Johanna Straubel(nee Heyne) was my great great aunt, sister of my great grandfather Ernst Bernhard Heyne. Incidentally Olga also became a teacher.</div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEHMK6Ax5VHBuLjC8bTnr8nOGxG7L93meFhQqYzXAKmi1bEwlzlRB4qcu_s-oxINrHkE6QNr5USgKGEwqmVr_JwVY-sd282pSoMX4fHgr8aPeRQNkJx2ZMxFWCRZM8FLPKnzV/s1890/Olga+Ernst.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1260" data-original-width="1890" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTEHMK6Ax5VHBuLjC8bTnr8nOGxG7L93meFhQqYzXAKmi1bEwlzlRB4qcu_s-oxINrHkE6QNr5USgKGEwqmVr_JwVY-sd282pSoMX4fHgr8aPeRQNkJx2ZMxFWCRZM8FLPKnzV/w403-h268/Olga+Ernst.jpg" width="403" /></a> </div><br /><p>Finally to finish in the modern(ish) era - two times three. The full six of those little boys you have been seeing over the last few weeks</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qXwu231ZV33N9gIqE8woPzYh9IpGSnmGlUKBPd2aZDKAR3thSF5LCmurCdRTBQvo8RiPJZr_Tk7nm34UaPOU0sdDRA3MrqLHiPOkGFpy2cLSKdhQG1sl_j5lNX1HtMg1pe1W/s2048/The+Needles.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1262" data-original-width="2048" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qXwu231ZV33N9gIqE8woPzYh9IpGSnmGlUKBPd2aZDKAR3thSF5LCmurCdRTBQvo8RiPJZr_Tk7nm34UaPOU0sdDRA3MrqLHiPOkGFpy2cLSKdhQG1sl_j5lNX1HtMg1pe1W/w447-h275/The+Needles.jpg" width="447" /></a></div><br /><p>Liz Needle - linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">"Sepia Saturday</a>"</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-80415528451559728602021-03-06T22:46:00.002+10:302021-03-06T22:46:15.633+10:30Sepia Saturday 560 - Numbers 2<p> This week the Sepia Saturday prompt is TWO which pleased me enormously as Twins seem to run in my husband's family and I have some lovely old photos to share. But, I decided not to stop at Twins as there are so many other twosomes in my albums which I would also like to share with you.</p><p>My father-in-law Ronald Arthur Needle was born in 1912 and was the second of twin boys, his elder brother Frederick Alexander having preceded him by some minutes. I have no record of how much older Frederick was and he was rarely mentioned in the family as he died of pneumonia when he was 14 - or thereabouts.</p><p> Interestingly, I can find no official record of the year of his death. My brother in-law had it down as 1/6/1926 in his family tree, he is not even mentioned in another family tree and the only other reference I can find says somewhere between 1926 and 1930. I only just discovered this a few minutes ago when I was looking for information for this post, so I will have to try to find an official record. My husband cannot remember his father (the other twin) ever mentioning his brother.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLnK1D4pnndWAfgclYypnJCV7_u3xCxcvPZ0qwksk0_MiOpEJhz3a-G_Jab_m185lEtnaaw4U6QMCBL8CBQAlF3DvTCUzu3fj12o03gDma9th_DF274At9pKVBYiBRhDPs1s1/s2048/Frederick+and+Arthur+Needle.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1607" height="436" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLnK1D4pnndWAfgclYypnJCV7_u3xCxcvPZ0qwksk0_MiOpEJhz3a-G_Jab_m185lEtnaaw4U6QMCBL8CBQAlF3DvTCUzu3fj12o03gDma9th_DF274At9pKVBYiBRhDPs1s1/w342-h436/Frederick+and+Arthur+Needle.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><br /><p>I love this photo of Frederick and Ronald - I have no idea which is which, but they are obviously identical. I would think this was taken early 1913. There appear to be very few photos of the twins, but the one below shows them at about 6 months old with their mother Rosa and older sister Phillis.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-zoBgBhzTOIuSoJ4FOFBe0NA6Hae8BKPvgUImcIQ52UDUSW3nA9Qc27mBhBcYQOyzDhFV7r0vpEpi692josgljtjiwj_18Y7PUC2Ptpoz-cihmguIXdua4sWoUHTao65cu_5/s1277/rosa+phillis+twins.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="925" data-original-width="1277" height="294" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU-zoBgBhzTOIuSoJ4FOFBe0NA6Hae8BKPvgUImcIQ52UDUSW3nA9Qc27mBhBcYQOyzDhFV7r0vpEpi692josgljtjiwj_18Y7PUC2Ptpoz-cihmguIXdua4sWoUHTao65cu_5/w406-h294/rosa+phillis+twins.jpg" width="406" /></a></div><br /><p>Skip to the next generation and we have the twins who appeared in last week's post. These are my husband's younger brothers, Peter and Paul at about 8 months old.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0h1RgecUOjlIv5foQS8QaFpBRqBB-ThEILyFoHG5C3JdCfOH-t2HjLK3SSyNoR65Jzz5w_IfEYLDw_UNDso8X-RmcV4Xzo4nxSPwpEctAWwU1s4pw3zKindWSDXIoVqLKXk0/s1526/Fat+Peter+and+Paul.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1160" data-original-width="1526" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0h1RgecUOjlIv5foQS8QaFpBRqBB-ThEILyFoHG5C3JdCfOH-t2HjLK3SSyNoR65Jzz5w_IfEYLDw_UNDso8X-RmcV4Xzo4nxSPwpEctAWwU1s4pw3zKindWSDXIoVqLKXk0/w408-h310/Fat+Peter+and+Paul.jpg" width="408" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>And my favourite photo of them at about 3-4 years old. You will see more of these little cuties next week for THREE. <div><br /></div><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBgnYVj5Snbt4gqdKqqh5QhxGnYoD9CUEt8rgzvURQzrU5D7Ap_euXZUDawcm6LTF-Iz_ZYh6zvYdTNn58jpw9BCHpGxY1MbIgEdoxrAxI4J0cIk949NusqFN77r-7tMHUFbK/s2048/Paul+and+Peter.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1138" height="469" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizBgnYVj5Snbt4gqdKqqh5QhxGnYoD9CUEt8rgzvURQzrU5D7Ap_euXZUDawcm6LTF-Iz_ZYh6zvYdTNn58jpw9BCHpGxY1MbIgEdoxrAxI4J0cIk949NusqFN77r-7tMHUFbK/w261-h469/Paul+and+Peter.jpg" width="261" /></a></div><br /><p>And the last of the twins. We skip yet another generation and here are Don's great nieces - the granddaughters of his eldest brother Fred.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz1oXs2EYodqkaJ1PRy2IKd3msoCqYiOjmdpwYcGY8EpleiSgyLjG9HVkRLcTct7v37AAhL117SNw8SloZu2Y-9xvZGFOSAPihybKK3yuo1XYel55Z9PS8yHxk7ZxAxwQlQiP/s2048/WP_20131201_08_35_31_Smart.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1152" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz1oXs2EYodqkaJ1PRy2IKd3msoCqYiOjmdpwYcGY8EpleiSgyLjG9HVkRLcTct7v37AAhL117SNw8SloZu2Y-9xvZGFOSAPihybKK3yuo1XYel55Z9PS8yHxk7ZxAxwQlQiP/w236-h420/WP_20131201_08_35_31_Smart.jpg" width="236" /></a></div><br /><p>That's it with the twins, but I had to share a few of my favourite family twosome photos. The first one shows two of my great-aunts, Agnes and Ida, taken around 1880</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOweYgjVgQG2d-48TK69J6KChhvIlkZ4GZuRvNU9uLeAgM0pWYVYAAoj_K8BS68tUeWDCocS-b07UcNKl31LJwRjz6Reavs6A-jQ9CaYoc8Wc0581tGEvK9tlRVaxDAhiKpqVn/s720/Agnes+and+Ida+heyne.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="437" height="468" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOweYgjVgQG2d-48TK69J6KChhvIlkZ4GZuRvNU9uLeAgM0pWYVYAAoj_K8BS68tUeWDCocS-b07UcNKl31LJwRjz6Reavs6A-jQ9CaYoc8Wc0581tGEvK9tlRVaxDAhiKpqVn/w283-h468/Agnes+and+Ida+heyne.jpg" width="283" /></a></div><br /><p>And the other two in the family - my great aunt Laura and grandfather Carl.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUitadsRRy0NO_8oJMgsmdPfceQnnWgtxD1UXtvGYsC_y-bJfccPlZBS2Dbdz5PASEEQr1C-8dRgzqyYLX6dd7H15v_3mnjY_0UGzJxfhZh118DtnzwPOhSetAu1Cs3AOUoBie/s1037/H+Laura+and+Carl.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1037" data-original-width="697" height="470" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUitadsRRy0NO_8oJMgsmdPfceQnnWgtxD1UXtvGYsC_y-bJfccPlZBS2Dbdz5PASEEQr1C-8dRgzqyYLX6dd7H15v_3mnjY_0UGzJxfhZh118DtnzwPOhSetAu1Cs3AOUoBie/w316-h470/H+Laura+and+Carl.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><p></p><p>This next one I am not sure about. I think it is my of my great aunts Agnes and Laura. If you look at the photos above, they would appear to be the two older girls at a younger age.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZshNnlEnGXlJzUqbL0fObCqwfHOqPdY5fRgPZKcU5BIgJEkbkk6ti2Mug1qmxTeLt7DBvbUyyuRCvUZoVShROGgGehSFxS0SYoBCiHCkL-KNGYBrpHGNLZ8RuJ_tFZgYeMHQ/s705/H+Agnes+Marie+%2526+Laura+Olga+HEYNE+1875%252B.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="705" data-original-width="548" height="397" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZshNnlEnGXlJzUqbL0fObCqwfHOqPdY5fRgPZKcU5BIgJEkbkk6ti2Mug1qmxTeLt7DBvbUyyuRCvUZoVShROGgGehSFxS0SYoBCiHCkL-KNGYBrpHGNLZ8RuJ_tFZgYeMHQ/w309-h397/H+Agnes+Marie+%2526+Laura+Olga+HEYNE+1875%252B.jpg" width="309" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>My maternal great great grand parents, Martin and Dorathea Weber who came to Australia from Germany in 1850.</p></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttQMmBToMTyk2QT5g1sM7vwZhBeVGxCw6qJAbSU2nG_S8aT6QflgudbQccfcjaV77qQI32UTn5SjDq1nIskqknTWYOOgk08ENqIhCjNCbFReXVwj1M8W0lZ77tabs6Y0JoCBN/s1925/The+Webbers.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1614" data-original-width="1925" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgttQMmBToMTyk2QT5g1sM7vwZhBeVGxCw6qJAbSU2nG_S8aT6QflgudbQccfcjaV77qQI32UTn5SjDq1nIskqknTWYOOgk08ENqIhCjNCbFReXVwj1M8W0lZ77tabs6Y0JoCBN/w453-h379/The+Webbers.JPG" width="453" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>And here is their beautiful daughter Anna Margaretha (my great grand mother) on the occasion of her marriage to Christian Lehmann. She looks a lot like her mother. Sadly she died less than 10 years later, leaving 6 children, the youngest only 5 months old. A couple of years later Christian remarried his sister-in-law Dorathea Weber and had another 4 children.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6ra02QekbPJhDTWIUi4_8w6Hu7FvdrWQe44672wSLtKNuL6q3DvtLzayeeQtsquIM9xBKbOSoMIk98JmsYKY1VAFiv98ZXG4AjvEnB7a7YcEe8cGr54BQ56BQTv-DKt-Wx7w/s1491/L+Christian+Heinrich+%2526+Anna+Margaretha+%2528nee+WEBER%2529+LEHMANN+18.10.1877.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1491" data-original-width="881" height="542" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6ra02QekbPJhDTWIUi4_8w6Hu7FvdrWQe44672wSLtKNuL6q3DvtLzayeeQtsquIM9xBKbOSoMIk98JmsYKY1VAFiv98ZXG4AjvEnB7a7YcEe8cGr54BQ56BQTv-DKt-Wx7w/w320-h542/L+Christian+Heinrich+%2526+Anna+Margaretha+%2528nee+WEBER%2529+LEHMANN+18.10.1877.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Anna Margaretha Weber(Lehmann) and her sister Dorathea Weber (Lehmann)</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTS5NGXjQXSlhagxmhyz4q6JM8n0XcdqWGwdUiyARiEUiCJqeLlyX441Ej36kzlsgS9_pfVaEw7F6P66iW7-L-H1-eaPP1dMg0R8pOjWd7ji3Mcxc6_d3-lIkQe9XTp3ipeS2T/s1819/L+Anna+Margaretha+%2526+Dorathea+WEBER+1872%252B.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1819" data-original-width="1369" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTS5NGXjQXSlhagxmhyz4q6JM8n0XcdqWGwdUiyARiEUiCJqeLlyX441Ej36kzlsgS9_pfVaEw7F6P66iW7-L-H1-eaPP1dMg0R8pOjWd7ji3Mcxc6_d3-lIkQe9XTp3ipeS2T/s320/L+Anna+Margaretha+%2526+Dorathea+WEBER+1872%252B.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><p>Back to my husband's family and here we have his mother Mavis and her sister Jean. I love these lace dresses. Mavis (right) was born in 1913, so I would place this shot about 1918.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobdiALm7TsPVlAEIP3UsloGy6WCqzCE3FhrRpNF27quHAb7wF-WZgK-GshHP6kGM82aHIJNzIaTy88WqjbrR1i9uZuYpz7mZh8gWjOeeRDJztN42nwGK_Eqe50G5HiInikZdM/s2048/Jean+amd+Mavis+Cosh+as+children.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1161" height="508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobdiALm7TsPVlAEIP3UsloGy6WCqzCE3FhrRpNF27quHAb7wF-WZgK-GshHP6kGM82aHIJNzIaTy88WqjbrR1i9uZuYpz7mZh8gWjOeeRDJztN42nwGK_Eqe50G5HiInikZdM/w288-h508/Jean+amd+Mavis+Cosh+as+children.jpg" width="288" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And finally one of my favourite photos of my youngest brother-in-law, Mark. He'll probably kill me if he sees this, but this is payback for all the cheek he gave me when I started going out with his favourite big brother!! Junior Deb Balls were all the thing in country South Australia back in the early fifties and he was very cute.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYZQDQfCrwyxxgddgsauG9MzIU7Gvg7FU3NOjHpyL9a_RyoSsmhl5WbIDiUy-8muh0O6Ei3ru0z0dBVNyvkJ6nTk5uV3hYxzYqeyfPc74bzkj2WWs-GbDizIU4I33imqpJ5iG/s2048/Mark+at+Junior+Deb+Ball.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1266" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzYZQDQfCrwyxxgddgsauG9MzIU7Gvg7FU3NOjHpyL9a_RyoSsmhl5WbIDiUy-8muh0O6Ei3ru0z0dBVNyvkJ6nTk5uV3hYxzYqeyfPc74bzkj2WWs-GbDizIU4I33imqpJ5iG/w323-h522/Mark+at+Junior+Deb+Ball.jpg" width="323" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh dear. I have got a little carried away with my TWOSOMES. I hope I have not put you off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Liz Needle linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday.</a></div><br /><p><br /></p></div>Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-42467708658487935342021-02-28T17:24:00.032+10:302021-02-28T17:42:48.624+10:30Sepia Saturday 559 - NUMBERS 1<p> Numbers at last!! I love numbers and in my family history there seem to be so many interesting ones, so let's see what I can do with NUMBER 4.</p><p>My husband Don was one of 6 boys, but at one stage there were only 4 of them. This photo always amuses me. They were obviously told to stand up straight, fold their arms and smile at the camera. The two in the middle are twins - more about them next week.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKnicHU-0i4u49cZODg7ufrhRbflPncNR7i8Bxn0x0oaUoAxiZwTG06FADAWLdRofeqsn9ckM4Pd2-PFsQTch6Jxe7O_O35R-qTKFVIgvyPquWyXUueWcKtc4IaZ3CyNUmRG7/s1733/Fred%252C+Paul%252C+Peter.+Don.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1245" data-original-width="1733" height="345" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkKnicHU-0i4u49cZODg7ufrhRbflPncNR7i8Bxn0x0oaUoAxiZwTG06FADAWLdRofeqsn9ckM4Pd2-PFsQTch6Jxe7O_O35R-qTKFVIgvyPquWyXUueWcKtc4IaZ3CyNUmRG7/w480-h345/Fred%252C+Paul%252C+Peter.+Don.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>And here we have the four younger ones. The twins are the bigger ones this time. You'll have to wait until Number 6 to see the whole lot together.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySIaidIKBS7h57-NNQcuF48lH_XUAZPE1Bd2rCycXA-bhshiJJ4llBhYvfd2nvqI0KFCP6sJpKar-87EZfh-aKgv6isVGpAgNXpbMd1IGprwGIJI6NyMJcj8RYDT4d5St1U3z/s1462/Mark%252C+Peter%252C+Paul%252C+Kym.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="1092" height="442" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgySIaidIKBS7h57-NNQcuF48lH_XUAZPE1Bd2rCycXA-bhshiJJ4llBhYvfd2nvqI0KFCP6sJpKar-87EZfh-aKgv6isVGpAgNXpbMd1IGprwGIJI6NyMJcj8RYDT4d5St1U3z/w330-h442/Mark%252C+Peter%252C+Paul%252C+Kym.jpg" width="330" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The four older ones again all dressed up in their Sunday best and off to the zoo.</div><div><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO59hLCvqeU_gUPMkBusfygCyy22YnF-FcQZG860mXkw7dRS0QfOIgqIZycZQyGqgw0qdMZ3Zn-KlIMrQF_Ol0WIcep11pATOPhLTOtOJwplLJqP62EibDC4qSsE0e5OT356Bv/s2048/Peter%252C+Fred%252C+Paul%252C+Don+at+zoo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1364" data-original-width="2048" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO59hLCvqeU_gUPMkBusfygCyy22YnF-FcQZG860mXkw7dRS0QfOIgqIZycZQyGqgw0qdMZ3Zn-KlIMrQF_Ol0WIcep11pATOPhLTOtOJwplLJqP62EibDC4qSsE0e5OT356Bv/w494-h329/Peter%252C+Fred%252C+Paul%252C+Don+at+zoo.jpg" width="494" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Here we have 4 generations of Don's family. Great Grandmother, Grandmother, Mother and his eldest brother Fred - the first grandchild.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHCF6vmKgYk-wtgsyWoNL9W20h6vrXjsjwqIqknv0T1EymCB5a_zFqS9t35IzqtQMkd7VBONcdk9aa1gAx4Q8e_6vZiM55cheb3bpDGqhIMasCz4a98xJqMUq3mCnkMI7xqDf/s1840/Nana%252C+Fred%252C+Mavis+and++Gran+Batis.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1304" data-original-width="1840" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicHCF6vmKgYk-wtgsyWoNL9W20h6vrXjsjwqIqknv0T1EymCB5a_zFqS9t35IzqtQMkd7VBONcdk9aa1gAx4Q8e_6vZiM55cheb3bpDGqhIMasCz4a98xJqMUq3mCnkMI7xqDf/w463-h329/Nana%252C+Fred%252C+Mavis+and++Gran+Batis.jpg" width="463" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Not to forget my side of the family. My three great Aunts Agnes, Ida and Laura again with the first grandchild. This was taken sometime in 1894. The baby, Ernst, was born in February of that year.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNts7L2ghKzDu7XhtMBeTuTB5B64Y0gIpks2u5iDR0Ok8qLRJOR545AeThDyRrci52wsekrBpekukD2h8A8AiZ7cUoDkj-E6JZ2QbXOlb1piU4pMWsYYtMdkti8w2deSF0vFz/s960/H+heyne+girls.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="826" data-original-width="960" height="379" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNts7L2ghKzDu7XhtMBeTuTB5B64Y0gIpks2u5iDR0Ok8qLRJOR545AeThDyRrci52wsekrBpekukD2h8A8AiZ7cUoDkj-E6JZ2QbXOlb1piU4pMWsYYtMdkti8w2deSF0vFz/w441-h379/H+heyne+girls.jpg" width="441" /></a></div><p>I have published this one before, but I love it. The four oldest children in my mother's family of 9 children. My mother is on the right. This must have been taken around 1910. The cottage was built for my great grandparents on their marriage in the 1860s and stayed in the family until 2000 when my mother sold it to move into a nursing home. I lived there in the fifties as a teenager.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA7CQFzLjnBe-lYoqEzAuri6pBBShNo45v0dnXP2JPozZ2bCbyA-UZDsI1Mra4t8SAn-qw7PESL0qhlPz98nuac_l169rVSZbpAf4rclx0xNNZSPMz1khp70vsF5Wrgxckw-D/s229/%2521cid_BEB35EFCDBA34E648689B7AE7A3E085C%2540Win7Liz.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="229" data-original-width="229" height="329" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA7CQFzLjnBe-lYoqEzAuri6pBBShNo45v0dnXP2JPozZ2bCbyA-UZDsI1Mra4t8SAn-qw7PESL0qhlPz98nuac_l169rVSZbpAf4rclx0xNNZSPMz1khp70vsF5Wrgxckw-D/w329-h329/%2521cid_BEB35EFCDBA34E648689B7AE7A3E085C%2540Win7Liz.png" width="329" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p>Four Likely Lads looking for a bit of fun. My husband (on right), his brother and two friends - taken, I think at someone's 21st around 1957</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEta6mf4fwz1PUVzuJc4OFFjUCDHdk6JHAxuDHoXoL-Ldd38SZuxl5dTs0VrfxnQtmBTndtYGoJGbWO47FWlG44TsqIMT2miVKn3R9OJAugXFYWCimJ_8qZvq0z6bUIlsxro-y/s2048/Adrian+and+George+Harris%252C+Fred+and+Don.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1296" data-original-width="2048" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEta6mf4fwz1PUVzuJc4OFFjUCDHdk6JHAxuDHoXoL-Ldd38SZuxl5dTs0VrfxnQtmBTndtYGoJGbWO47FWlG44TsqIMT2miVKn3R9OJAugXFYWCimJ_8qZvq0z6bUIlsxro-y/w451-h285/Adrian+and+George+Harris%252C+Fred+and+Don.jpg" width="451" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Me with three of my Teachers College mates, hamming it up for the camera. I think I must have fancied myself as a bit of a blonde bombshell judging by the pose.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9uFXeKNOXKc1gr9FOqZgV3dGa6b-Zz5Y8guwj4Rydko9Fss5e3QqGXWgPjEL-nSyTOcUvDou0xeXOHRUsBBPQ-d5jyLxaQjkeNSGQX3nBoYvc192XrI0NIlxHgM-Bw0-CavN/s2048/millie+schoob+liz.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1428" height="471" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX9uFXeKNOXKc1gr9FOqZgV3dGa6b-Zz5Y8guwj4Rydko9Fss5e3QqGXWgPjEL-nSyTOcUvDou0xeXOHRUsBBPQ-d5jyLxaQjkeNSGQX3nBoYvc192XrI0NIlxHgM-Bw0-CavN/w328-h471/millie+schoob+liz.jpg" width="328" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Here am I with my three beautiful bridesmaids Lia, Kate and Chris.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwpPwoYcdJ2FNI3EbcNkv_6Yg_2hxL3nlq5lR2yzdpFw_CyQiSpwQO3zOIIktwG4c7sr1BVUcp_3o5jMQutz05vlMwD2SmVHyQz0Iggp_D6mKsMobFTApOxSeIz1e_XkK-7HD/s1044/Pretty+maids.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="712" data-original-width="1044" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwpPwoYcdJ2FNI3EbcNkv_6Yg_2hxL3nlq5lR2yzdpFw_CyQiSpwQO3zOIIktwG4c7sr1BVUcp_3o5jMQutz05vlMwD2SmVHyQz0Iggp_D6mKsMobFTApOxSeIz1e_XkK-7HD/w479-h326/Pretty+maids.jpg" width="479" /></a></div><br /><br /><p></p><p>A not very good shot of Don and I with our two daughters - when we were still four in the family.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKxBxFG58bEmO5BReMP2ehXLV0CVi2gTVCQdvwcDBp0UGiqRPMznceX5cYJGc7L4KLmUMrrxA680fnxafRBwu2hPGu66jCb3s1y7q58ZrjEwdtSb3d06oOZoDxbvl6k5oi4LJ/s2048/Picture+003.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1434" height="387" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVKxBxFG58bEmO5BReMP2ehXLV0CVi2gTVCQdvwcDBp0UGiqRPMznceX5cYJGc7L4KLmUMrrxA680fnxafRBwu2hPGu66jCb3s1y7q58ZrjEwdtSb3d06oOZoDxbvl6k5oi4LJ/w271-h387/Picture+003.jpg" width="271" /></a></div><br /><p>Finally, because this must be getting a bit boring, Four generations of my family - great grandmother (my lovely mother Laura), myself, my youngest daughter, Mandy and out first grandchild, the adorable Niamh. My mother was 96 in this shot.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5NLZlngGxPuJXXNlDWmT8MXMnK2Zuc-lzRdN5iu6JWn_7KSQdgkECJ9WByJUx6IafJZhEakHmUmmY5wvj2bS4PbfNgzx-F4Fn8bkCq-LfdGdfxNGd6ZsnqogDkRDWzKZj2gU/s960/734808_10200372881103425_530693952_n.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="651" data-original-width="960" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT5NLZlngGxPuJXXNlDWmT8MXMnK2Zuc-lzRdN5iu6JWn_7KSQdgkECJ9WByJUx6IafJZhEakHmUmmY5wvj2bS4PbfNgzx-F4Fn8bkCq-LfdGdfxNGd6ZsnqogDkRDWzKZj2gU/w481-h326/734808_10200372881103425_530693952_n.jpg" width="481" /></a></div><br /><p>Liz Needle - linking with <a href="https://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/">Sepia Saturday.</a></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div><br />Liz Needlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10346380755511150998noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34993923.post-81902750340915960352021-02-21T22:04:00.001+10:302021-02-21T22:06:21.689+10:30Sepia Saturday 558<p> Back on board again. Sepia Saturday this week is all about the end of the alphabetic series</p><p>Next come numbers which will be a change and one I hope to be able to use some of my old family photos for. Meanwhile I think I will go for a topic on zoos and see what I can dredge up. We didn't have a camera when I was a small child, so my photos may be few and far between.</p><p>I remember frequent visits to the Adelaide Zoo with my parents and also to the Koala Farm which was situated close by. In those days the zoo was very old-fashioned with small barred cages and unattractive areas for the animals. It is very different now. In fact I was unable to find any old photos of the zoo and its inhabitants on the internet. Strange!</p><p>This photo of me, taken when I was about 10 was taken at the old <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koala_Farm,_Adelaide">Koala Farm</a> - a favourite place for birthday parties as there was a giant slippery dip, camel rides, koala cuddles, a snake pit, diving seals and a lot more.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0CySdWVi8P8O05AjVlZ7VfWslzJVCno9_TgsUE5cxSIJsmVtOTRpnW5azgvsC_nd4QlScPvbdjqtIUMshb-tt3AUxjPRPDw-UOPCnVFOwFqQ0ZGoT9jd32-eZAPffkG4Iosx/s1008/koala+farm_edited-1.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1008" data-original-width="744" height="427" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn0CySdWVi8P8O05AjVlZ7VfWslzJVCno9_TgsUE5cxSIJsmVtOTRpnW5azgvsC_nd4QlScPvbdjqtIUMshb-tt3AUxjPRPDw-UOPCnVFOwFqQ0ZGoT9jd32-eZAPffkG4Iosx/w315-h427/koala+farm_edited-1.jpg" width="315" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglC8fsIzG-RH61PWcNyS6iUrWa3H6742u5vIjpR5VV9COwJVB-qP0KgtjEsjAumesUmuBKJJVNp8y0GNyO9WmPnhnGgvMIQatBh72n6vny5L57Dl4hwv5H3K-Bc0F5HJlywHRn/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="256" height="333" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglC8fsIzG-RH61PWcNyS6iUrWa3H6742u5vIjpR5VV9COwJVB-qP0KgtjEsjAumesUmuBKJJVNp8y0GNyO9WmPnhnGgvMIQatBh72n6vny5L57Dl4hwv5H3K-Bc0F5HJlywHRn/w333-h333/image.png" width="333" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0ESVCIQ2J5K1gOrkB3FNRPxxSDRmN5e26bxh12i6ZaILr5TTeoaz3AlEA5Pzq4ET4dyiO8mQFrHaLWijYMeg7JIVJrc_qsfSh3UASHRrIMbSedsIAHajUOx2vEludfKdc5Vk/" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="256" data-original-width="256" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0ESVCIQ2J5K1gOrkB3FNRPxxSDRmN5e26bxh12i6ZaILr5TTeoaz3AlEA5Pzq4ET4dyiO8mQFrHaLWijYMeg7JIVJrc_qsfSh3UASHRrIMbSedsIAHajUOx2vEludfKdc5Vk/w326-h326/image.png" width="326" /></a></div>This photo shows actor Noel Coward with a young koala.<p></p><p>This is the camel wagon taking visitors for a ride around the park<br /><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">The <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adelaide_Zoo">Adelaide Zoo</a> was a much larger area with a great number of different animal species. It's current claim to fame is a pair of pandas - the only ones in the southern hemisphere and a great drawcard. Back when I was small the favourite attraction was "Samorn", an asian elephant who for many years carried children on her back initially and then in her later years in a wagon that she pulled around the zoo. Nowadays it would be regarded as cruelty to animals, but 70 years ago Samorn was adored by thousands of kids and we never thought about it as cruel. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSph_DiOBg_8Pl2_jHXK0ELAIY8mY3YkmTz6EQQ14Tiqje2v2H5WiIzVWeCUHkuTv291UoL1sn3uYXyk9EtIbEkxMeIEJ4Jxuy7U12eycWupafsulpDpMFs3phe989NcqZYaRF/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="423" data-original-width="564" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSph_DiOBg_8Pl2_jHXK0ELAIY8mY3YkmTz6EQQ14Tiqje2v2H5WiIzVWeCUHkuTv291UoL1sn3uYXyk9EtIbEkxMeIEJ4Jxuy7U12eycWupafsulpDpMFs3phe989NcqZYaRF/w435-h326/image.png" width="435" /></a></div><br />Other favourites were George the Orangutan, Percy the Chimpanzee and the beautiful Greater the Flamingo.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIRVTrmV2Mn58QkJ58Ea1gHVjhSjALHvY1kkCQ1uv4_eyCpaZyndsLWJjn6yPCktsIKFolWvlwuPwLpQz3r-MIa2UWq0qmdvMNYFMQmkCOIlQrn3mkh65L1KvZNaNZhu1zuQS/s2048/The+Needles+at+the+zoo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1420" data-original-width="2048" height="349" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIRVTrmV2Mn58QkJ58Ea1gHVjhSjALHvY1kkCQ1uv4_eyCpaZyndsLWJjn6yPCktsIKFolWvlwuPwLpQz3r-MIa2UWq0qmdvMNYFMQmkCOIlQrn3mkh65L1KvZNaNZhu1zuQS/w504-h349/The+Needles+at+the+zoo.jpg" width="504" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">A rare family photo of the Needle clan getting ready to go into the zoo. This must have been taken in 1967 while we were waiting outside for a few more family members to arrive.<br />Quite amazing to see how the ladies dressed up to go to the zoo in those days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKp6Ed0XKM3EsttboBcUDOBfVPqTy8pE_mNrt6fh4lp2DgSWprbCYPRkWn3MoOZ0oNg7A53VM_fCJri5Ya84yrh-jfGTITm0YPzm3XEdVk563ZLyQj5euVpO3O_kVqec9XrBB/s909/mark.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="909" data-original-width="709" height="444" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnKp6Ed0XKM3EsttboBcUDOBfVPqTy8pE_mNrt6fh4lp2DgSWprbCYPRkWn3MoOZ0oNg7A53VM_fCJri5Ya84yrh-jfGTITm0YPzm3XEdVk563ZLyQj5euVpO3O_kVqec9XrBB/w346-h444/mark.jpg" width="346" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkrnpfA_ONNVYk5OF4YTqChVHCrBKK0B1GdPmXozZFhFbz9MM5C_OYjLeilb5RfQTGPmfJUY91s_yeK4xo5sOX8G4UhWvgKLla81KE-7evKfKuDIUBmkwiqxZciWm6ESaJ3Qd/s1433/J%2526M+3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="972" data-original-width="1433" height="308" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkrnpfA_ONNVYk5OF4YTqChVHCrBKK0B1GdPmXozZFhFbz9MM5C_OYjLeilb5RfQTGPmfJUY91s_yeK4xo5sOX8G4UhWvgKLla81KE-7evKfKuDIUBmkwiqxZciWm6ESaJ3Qd/w454-h308/J%2526M+3.jpg" width="454" /></a></div><p><br /></p>And finally, my three kids enjoying a rare trip to the zoo in 1971. 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He moved to Adelaide around 1860 and established a nursery and opened the first shop for seeds and plants in South Australia. He wrote regular articles for the 'South Australian Register' about the cultivation of forest trees, forage plants and pasture grasses.<br />
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In 1871 he published "The Fruit, Flower and Vegetable Garden" a book which ran into four editions and was the first of its kind in South Australia. He was a prolific writer and secretary to the Vignerons Club where his contribution to the wine industry was publicly acknowledged.<br />
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His son, Carl, graduated from Roseworthy Agricultural College, then took over the management of the shop and nursery. He had nine children. Below are the four oldest in front of the original nursery. at William Street Norwood. My mother moved back to live in this house in 1956. The house is still there, but no longer in the family as my mother had to sell it when she moved into a nursing home.<br />
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Wally and his wife Vera took over the nursery after the death of Carl in 1948 and the business passed on to his two younger sons, Roger and Gary and to their sons currently.<br />
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<a href="https://www.heyne.com.au/who-we-are">Heyne's Garden Centre</a> and <a href="https://www.familybusiness.org.au/news-and-blogs/family-business-profile-heynes-wholesale-nursery">Wholesale nursery</a> are flourishing under the fifth generation. Check out the link here.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Both species are nectar and insect eaters, inhabiting heathlands, shrubby forests, eucalypt forests, parks and gardens. Both are noisy with a variety of harsh calls. One of the Wattlebirds in our garden sounds like he is saying "woodpecker, woodpecker, wood", though my husband tells me I am imagining this.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Little Wattlebird - Anthochaera chrysoptera - is the one we see more of and is more aggressive and less shy than the other species we get. It has a dark brownish grey body streaked white and without 'wattles'. It does have a faint silvery cheek patch, pale blue-grey eyes and white tipped tail and wing feathers. Females are smaller, but similar.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Close to where we live is the Australian National Motor Museum and I have spent many hours wandering around admiring the myriad of beautiful vehicles. Each year they organise a Bay to Birdwood run when vintage and veteran cars from all over this state and others drive from Glenelg, a beachside suburb of Adelaide up into the Adelaide Hills to Birdwood, home of the museum some 40 plus kilometres away, up steep and winding roads. Some of the vehicles stall along the way, but a surprising number make it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Several years ago Don and I made the journey in a thirties Oldsmobile owned by our daughter's partner. We felt very grand driving in this gracious old lady and waving re</span><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">gally to the many spectators along the way. Here is a selection of the cars that took part - converted to black and white in keeping with the Sepia Saturday theme.</span></div>
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