Friday, April 21, 2017

Uncommon, Unusual Books

It occurred to me recently, that it had been a while since I had read a book that I wrote over a decade ago about my earlier life, for the benefit of my offspring; and I wondered how much of it I’d remember having written – because now, at the age of 68, I’m aware of memory losses, or inefficiencies thereof.
 
Well, that exercise indeed proved that very diagnosis and I was reminded of plenty.  But then I thought about how it indeed had come to have even being written.  Here, memories work fine: -
 
Pam wanted to write a book about her early life and explains why so in her introduction, cut and pasted from the actual text file…

 

Introduction.

Over the years, various people have suggested to me that I should “write a book.” This was undoubtedly due to the very long letters that I used to hand-write and later type, on a regular basis to family and friends.  I didn’t take this suggestion seriously, as it seemed to me that I had nothing interesting to write about.
However, when a friend (Pat Dudley) mentioned to me that her daughters had given her a lovely Journal in which to write what it was like growing up in her day, it got me thinking that perhaps I should do something similar for my girls.
After a little deliberation, I commenced writing this on the 16th August, 2002.  I really thought that I would have “my story” completely finished within a few weeks.  I didn’t expect to be able to remember so much, and I have also discovered that one thought can lead on to another, and so it goes.
So for my two caring, wonderful daughters Sharon and Jeni and their families, I have tried to recall items, places and events etc. the best I can, and hope that the following pages give an insight into what it was like for me growing up in the 1950’s, 1960’s and until the mid 1970’s.  As with Eric’s story, I will stop mine with the arrival of Jeni.  In the future, if you wish to do so, you may have the opportunity to add your own stories.
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So that’s Pammy’s Introduction, and I will say that while she refers to my book, I only began to write mine as a direct consequence of my beautiful Pammy writing hers.
The actual layout for both books came from my Aunty Margaret Lamb, who wrote a massive 11 volumes of her story – which she called ‘Kewp’, named after the 1920’s Kewpie Dolls that were popular then – and probably still are…
Aunty Margaret was married to my Uncle Arthur Lamb, who was my mother’s brother.  Margaret and Arthur had five brilliant boys (including a pair of identical twins) – their names are Trevor, Peter, John, Robert and Graham.  (Peter and John are the twins).  All of these men are highly Googleable!  So do yourself a favour…
I took a photo of our two books, properly printed on high quality paper and bound by Doncaster Bookbinders in Moorabbin, as were all of Auntie Margaret's Kewp volumes. 
Here's that photo…
 
 
Sadly, the photo-perspective of these books doesn't indicate their actual thicknesses - Pammy's is an impressive 2.8 cm thick, cover to cover, while mine is just touching 2.7 cm.

As you can probably see, Pammy’s book is called ‘Rambling Reminiscences of my Early Years’, and mine I called ‘A Past of Quaint Validity‘  (Pam had her name printed on the cover, mine didn’t – dunno why!)  Pam's book has 233 pages, mine has a measly 199. 
 
Pam and I went to quite a bit of trouble to write the text and Doncaster Bookbinders produced four beautifully bound sets of each pair – one pair for each of our girls, one pair for us (me, now sadly) and one pair to lend to interested family/friends.  Each contains a plethora of informative text and plenty of B/W and colour pictures.  (I only read Pam’s – again – yesterday and the tears built up like you wouldn’t believe.)  She was the best wife I could have wished for – always happy and smiling, beautiful, never complaining, loving and loved by everyone who knew her.

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

A Facebook Picture

My eldest daughter Sharon (aka Shazzy or Shaz) recently sent me a message containing an attachment of a old picture she found somewhere on Facebook.  Here is that picture:

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Shazzy reckoned that the lady with the cane bag standing to the left of the boot's toe is probably her mummy, Pammy; but as I received this message on my mobile phone whilst I was in town, I wasn't quite so sure - I hadn't seen Pammy without a walking aid for far too many years, as it turned out. (If you inspect the properties of the picture, you will see that I labelled it as 'Maybe Pammy'.)
 
It wasn't until I got home and downloaded the picture onto my PC that I soon realised that it was, indeed, my sweet Pammy.  Standing next to her, with her back turned, is 5yo Shazzy and Pammy is no doubt carefully watching our 3 to 4yo Jeni, playing somewhere behind the shoe, as only a truly caring mother would.
 
The year was round about 1980 and the venue was the Glenoyd Poultry Farm that used to exist between Cureton Ave and 7th Street, in Mildura.  It belonged to relatives of my friend and brass band colleague, Craig Beasy.
 
Jeni (our youngest daughter) commented that the girl waving from the shoe's upper window might be Ali Cupper - a thought which pleased me no end, because Ali is also a friend and colleague of mine.  Sadly, Ali is not quite so sure, but doesn't deny that it might well be her. She jokes that the stiff-armed wave looks more like a Hitler salute - maybe so, but as a child she would have had no such knowledge.  Poor Ali (or whoever it is), to have her arm reaching out over a relatively high window bar (relative to her shoulder height that is), it would be hard for her to have her arm any other way but straight. Maybe I'll never get to know who that girl really is, but the thought that I know most of the individuals appearing in this 'lost' picture, somehow pleases me.
 
Pammy would have been about 30-31yo and still some years away from being diagnosed with MS.  Indeed, she may have had no symptoms at all, way back then.  What the next 35 years would show is precisely the reason as to why I initially wrote this blog.
 
My love for her is absolutely undying...

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

My Beautiful Wife

I am regularly challenged by others for the frequency of my visits to Pammy's gravesite.  Well, it took a long time, but I finally stopped going daily in order to be a: be in the presence of her remains and b: to keep the headstone clean (because the cremated remains are under a tree, one on which birds regularly visit(!) and now just go at weekends, for the same effect.

It is now coming up to two years since she died - and because of my undying love for her, I wanted a decent picture of her on my lounge-room wall, as to too few existed and they were all way too small.

This is the picture I had in mind...

 
 
That picture was taken by our daughter Sharon, when Pammy was temporally admitted to hospital in 2013 - about two years prior to her demise.
 
These two pictures are - a: of the wall space awaiting the picture...
 
 


 
and - b: now with the picture in place...




 
I will explain that my youngest daughter Jeni, suggested that I get the photo printed and framed by Kmart, because she used to work there and knew what they can do.  This is the LAST place I would have thought of, but indeed she was correct.  The photo was printed on A3 photo paper for just $14 and the frame (and glass), just $4.  However, I had the plain glass replaced with frosted glass (for just $10 extra) as from where I sat in the lounge, the room lights reflected on the plain glass making it difficult to see my beautiful Pammy - the frosted glass solved that!
 
I cannot get over my affection for her memory and this picture does wonders for me...
 
I am a happy chappy.
 
 
 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Dates

Pammy was born on the 29th September 1949 and I was born on the 27th March 1949.  I was 19 years and nearly 2 months old when I met 18 years and nearly 8 months old Pamela Joy Austin at 9:30pm on the 25th May, 1968 at Geelong's Palais Royal Dance Hall (now a Bingo hall) and she died at 1:30pm on the 29th of June, 2015 at home with me, so if my calendar mathematics is correct, I have known her as a living person for 47 years, 4 weeks, 2 days and 16 hours.  How I wish it could have been for at least 50 years.

A few days after I met Pam, I took this picture of her at her house, with my Agfa Isola 120 film camera...

 
and about a fortnight later I was invited to come with her family, father Arnold Austin, mother Mary, younger sister Val and of course Pammy for a bus trip to Mt. Donna Buang.  Arnold drove the Trans-Otway bus (he was employed as a driver by Trans-Otway).  It was Sunday the 9th of June, 1968.  Here are some photos of Pammy on the tower there...
 

 
and this one is at the Donna Buang campsite with Arnold side-on at the left. Mary as seen from behind as she prepares food on the table and wearing the white cardigan and skirt, Val watching her mother and has her left hand in her jacket pocket and Pammy on the right looking at me taking the picture.
 
 
It's sad that time has attacked some of the picture quality, but I thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, and in the time I knew her, I learned that she was also beautiful of mind, extremely tolerant and happy to be alive and loved.
 
 

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Her Birth Date

This morning I went to wish my Pammy a happy 67th birthday, fully aware that her ashes wouldn't hear me, but it did me a lot of good regardless.

We have had pretty bad weather here in Mildura in the last day or two and I was pleased to see that all of Pammy's grave decorations were still in place - and looking even cleaner as well.

A lot of good folk on Facebook wished Pammy a happy birthday too - and one lovely lady on there even commented as to Pam's and my mutual love. 

It's hard to accept that Pammy would have been 67 today.  I was 66 when she died and she was still 65.  It may change (and I hope it never does), but I reckon my love for her is as strong as ever - but here I am back at home saying I love her, but I'm really only loving her memory, I suppose.

This is a 'selfie' of me with Pammy's grave to my right...

 
...and this how her grave decorations survived the wind and the rain...
 
 
I'll love her for as long as I live.
 

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Everything Failed Her - Even Pain

It doesn't take much to happen in my current life before I think of 'What would have Pammy done?'  A couple of weeks ago, my back started to play up and it soon turned into serious pain.  Pain is fortunately one experience that my lovely Pammy didn't have to suffer - the total loss of physical ability, bowel and bladder control, loss of her taste senses through non-use, nevertheless left Pammy fully cognoscente and able to still be (very) happy and comfortable.

I am glad that what happened to me happened when it did - so Pam didn't have to witness my bad behaviour.  My L3 Lumbar vertebrae had decided to self-destruct and caused what a short Google search will describe as 'intense pain'.  Well, reading the words is significantly different to actually experiencing the condition.  At night, if I'm asleep and I inadvertently move my leg without firstly preparing for it (which I can't do because I'm asleep), causes the localised ache to uncontrollably and rapidly feedback on itself into a full body-length Hell!  This wakes me up yelling in pain and no-doubt amusing the neighbours with the foul language that accompanies it.  I can't help thinking that if this horror had actually happened to Pam, she might say "Oooh!" and keep smiling regardless - which she would do because she felt so loved, and indeed was.

Another detail worthy of mentioning, is that I no longer feel the need to visit her grave quite as often as I did - once or thrice a week seems now to work well for me.


I thought I'd put this picture in because it reminds me of a time when my back didn't hurt...



Wednesday, August 24, 2016

A picture that Jeni found

I have lots of pictures of my darling wife, but most of them showed her in the company of others and there existed comparatively few face pictures.  Picture resolution normally prevented me from cutting-and-pasting face images from the group pics, but our youngest daughter, Jeni, contacted me with a cut-and-paste the she had made from a professional photo-shoot by Robert Pockley Studios in Geelong, on the occasion of Pam's and my engagement back in 1969.  She had found the original picture in a book that Pam had once written (and we had it professionally bound) called "Rambling Reminiscences of my Early Years".  In fact, here is what Pam wrote in its introduction.


Introduction.

Over the years, various people have suggested to me that I should “write a book.” This was undoubtedly due to the very long letters that I used to hand-write and later type (when I could no longer hand-write), on a regular basis to family and friends.  I didn’t take this suggestion seriously, as it seemed to me that I had nothing interesting to write about.
However, when a friend (Pat Dudley) mentioned to me that her daughters had given her a lovely journal in which to write what it was like growing up in her day, it got me thinking that perhaps I should do something similar for my girls.
After a little deliberation, I commenced writing this on the 16th August, 2002.  I really thought that I would have “my story” completely finished within a few weeks.  I didn’t expect to be able to remember so much, and I have also discovered that one thought can lead on to another, and so it goes.

So for my two caring, wonderful daughters Sharon and Jeni and their families, I have tried to recall items, places and events etc. the best I can, and hope that the following pages give an insight into what it was like for me growing up in the 1950’s, 1960’s and until the mid 1970’s.  As with Eric’s story, I will stop mine with the arrival of Jeni. 

After many breaks over the years, I have finally completed this on 2nd April, 2006.  In the future, if you wish to do so, you may have the opportunity to add your own stories.

That's what she wrote in her introduction.

Pam had written 233 pages by the time it was professionally bound.  My book, that she referred to above, is called "A Past of Quaint Validity" which I started on 12th October 2002 (because of Pam's good book-writing idea) and it was finished and bound with just 201 pages at sometime in 2005 (I didn't record the month or day).

Here is that particular picture from Pammy's book...

 
 
And after Jeni's clever cutting-and-pasting, together with her and my hue-tweeking we then had...
 
 
 
...and for me, this is one of the best pictures EVER of the love of my life.
 
I had read Pam's book several times soon after she wrote it and finishing it, but given that this engagement photo was in there and it had been many years since I had last read her book, I read it yet again.  The effect of Jeni's cut-and-paste having been well and truly imbedded in my brain, together with the strong emotions and memories that it invoked, I cried like a baby as I re-read the book.  I'm not ashamed to admit that crying fact either - as I have told many, I will never stop loving my sweet Pammy and I miss and will keep missing her terribly.  I'll even admit this, although some sceptic mates have already decided I'm mad, I STILL get immense pleasure out of visiting and tending to her grave-site, each and EVERY day.  Her cremated remains exude oodles of Pammyness for me and I consider myself still to be her Carer. When my time is up, I have arranged for my cremated ashes to be thoroughly mixed with hers and to be stored and buried in a larger container.  (I thought that this was a very original idea of mine, but Ashley Whitehouse of Northwest Funerals assured me that is, in fact, a very common practise these days.)
 
I am hoping that this addition to the blog was worth the writing thereof.  I am afraid that if I don't keep the updates happening, it may all get deleted, for its non-use.
 
If any readers have comments to make about any of this, please contact me by email at efiesley@gmail.com
 
Well that was where I was going to end this post, but later last night, I had a great idea.  You might already be aware, particularly if you have read the post on this blog entitled "Images, images...", that I am the proud owner of crystal cube containing a 3D image of my lovely Pammy, gifted to me by my daughter Jeni.  Well, I thought, wouldn't it be nice to have a second similar crystal cube with THIS cropped photo in it - in 3D?  So I commenced communicating with Vision 3D about the possibly of my acquiring one.  I also sent the original so that they could see the shape of her cropped hair, which was done so as to keep my ear (mostly) out of the picture.  When I eventually get the new crystal cube, I will include images of it in this post.  I am so looking forward to its acquisition.
 
Well, here it is Monday 29th August and I have just received the crystal from Vision3D.  It didn't take long for me to unpack and assemble and it is simply PERFECT.  I was so pleased, I rang Daniel from Vision3D and thanked him sincerely.  Check out these pictures...
 


 
 
I think it's incredible how they do this from a 2D photograph and I am so grateful to now have it here at home.