It is my natal anniversary (thanks #LegalGenealogist for the terminology), so I guess I'm feeling a bit nostalgic.
I love this cup and saucer.
From as early as I can remember, (until I was 13 when Grandpa died), when we visited my maternal grandparents there was a morning ritual; Grandpa would make tea for everyone in the morning before breakfast. My tea, as I was a child, was strong and milky with an arrowroot biscuit, and served in this cup. I felt so grown up being allowed to use such a precious item. I can still smell the Bushells tea, and taste the taste. Generally, Grandma would still be in bed, (her 'bedroom' was on the front veranda), and I would sit in the chair at the small round table, (both made by my Grandfather), and sip my tea, dunking my biscuit and desperately trying to time it perfectly to get soft, but quickly enough that it didn't fall apart into the tea.
|Front garden beds with painted rocks that Grandpa made|
|Seat and 'native patch' the lookout is behind Mum's head|
The house itself was a simple little beach shack. Looking through the old photos I have re-remembered that it was called "Topend".
|Rough Floor Plan of the Fingal House (not to scale)|
You walked up the front steps to the small enclosed verandah, and on the left would be
|Grandma with me at the front steps in 1960|
|Bathing beauty (me) in the bucketful of water|
|The dining room with screen and lamp at the back|
knowledge) was built by Grandpa, who was a Chair Maker and French Polisher. The other half of the house was a bedroom which held a wardrobe, double bed, and a small bed against the window, where I used to sleep. It was smaller than a single bed.
|The dining room|
At the back was Grandpa's bedroom on the left and the kitchen on the right. Grandpa's bedroom held his small bed with the smoking cabinet beside. On the left were two cupboards, and a tallboy at the far end. On top of the tallboy Grandpa kept his tobacco, pipes and cigars (which he rarely smoked, and always outside).
The kitchen on the right had a kitchen table and chairs, traymobile, stove, sink and cupboards. It smelt stongly of Bushell's tea and Sunshine soap (which was in a little wire cage with a handle to swish in the dishwater for suds).
|Patio area before Grandpa enclosed, June, |
Aunty Nettie, Grandma, Des & Uncle Gil
|March 1963 my birthday party outside the kitchen windows|
The outdoor dunny was at the end of a cement path. I am sure there was toilet paper, but there was also cut up sheets of old newspaper and, I think, sawdust to cover up after use. Concrete laundry tubs were outside at the end of the garage, with an wringer washing machine. Grandpa had made Grandma a wooden laundry trolley which was used to take the wet clothes over behind the 'patio' where clothesline was strung between to poles, and the clothes fastened with dolly-pegs.
The garage was a wonder to me. It smelled fabulous, of linseed oil and other rich earthy smells. You stepped down a couple of steps inside to Grandpa's work benches around the the back and one side. Huge fishing rods were up in the rafters. I never saw anyone use them, and I think I was told they belonged to Uncle Paul. Grandpa's ute was an amazing old vehicle. He only got his driving licence for the first time when he was 60! I guess it was when they relocated there from Brisbane. Sometimes we would be taken for drives and sit in the back on the seats. That definitely wouldn't be allowed now.
You could walk from the path that led to the toilet, though the She-Oaks and out onto the sand path which led straight over the dune and down to Fingal Beach, where we used to swim, investigate and play all holiday.
|Top of the dunes at Fingal Beach (lighthouse in background), me with Grandma|
|Fingal Lighthouse, early 1960s, Mum & I|
|Fingal Dunes, early 1960s, Grandma, Grandpa and I|
|Front of house and garage April 1964|
|Front steps Apr 1964 Dad, Mum, Mal & I|
|Front steps, bef 1960, Dad, Mum, Aunty Val, Grandma & unknown|
|Front of house, Apr 1960, Aunty Nettie, Uncle Will & I|