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A dignified mansion

Posted by on Apr 1, 2014 | 4 comments

A dignified mansion

Tears in my Eyes – # 3 in a series of genealogical reality experiences A dignified mansion As the European industrial age that started in the late 18th century gathered momentum in the early 1800s, many London citizens were to lead very successful and rewarding lives, profiting from the demand for new industrial goods and appliances and the boom in real estate.    But when the English agrarian population revolted and fled massively to the cities in the 1840s, overcrowding and unemployment resulted.  The outer suburbs of London deteriorated rapidly as crime became more prevalent, and the...

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Three trees

Posted by on Apr 1, 2014 | 0 comments

Three trees

Tears in my Eyes – # 1 a series of genealogical reality experiences The town of Gosforth sits 13 km north northwest of Maitland, inside  an encompassing U loop formation of the volatile Hunter River.  These days the area is comprised mainly of grazing land bordered by sand and gravel quarries.  But up until the middle of the twentieth century it was a vibrant farming community where vineyards, orchards and dairy cattle flourished.  First identified and named in 1801 it was 1833 before the Crown leased and sold 40 hectare lots, even though settlement had begun way back in 1812.   The richest...

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Attitude

Posted by on Mar 30, 2014 | 0 comments

Three men were building sections of a large brick wall. The sections were the same length but ranged dramatically in height. A stranger stood watching the work observing the differences in technique and approach. The chap working the tallest section moved quickly up his ladder carrying several bricks in a holder with the mortar in a pail attached underneath. The bricks themselves were lying in a large untidy heap close to the base of the wall. As the observer looked more closely it became clear that the bricks in the wall didn’t line up perfectly horizontally as the mortar was thicker in...

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Red = Embarrassment

Posted by on Mar 30, 2014 | 0 comments

Red = Embarrassment

I’m with my mother as a young two year old lad riding the Sydney tram. Mother is reading a magazine and I am standing next to her on the seat looking around at all the other people on the tram and at the scene outside. Such an inquisitive child ! And then I see it. The lady in the seat behind us is wearing a hat like all the other ladies in the tram. But her hat has a bunch of red cherries as ornaments on top. And I love red ! So I carefully and slowly twist my body to move with my head, without mother knowing. This lovely lady’s hat is just out of reach but I must have those berries ! The...

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Gifts Given

Posted by on Mar 23, 2014 | 0 comments

Gifts Given

I staggered into the coolness of the cathedral and stopped in wonder. My eyes refocused to the darkness and I watched the shadowy movements of worshippers with candles in front of the sanctuaries, and silently counted the silhouettes of those seated in prayer.

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