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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

February 01, 2006

bits from my past

my dad - was born in a one bedroom dirt floor cottage on the Hawkesbury River. Years ago he took me to see where he was born. A small stone building with hessian hanging on the windows - it was pretty delapidated then, so I guess it is probably gone by now and I wouldn't have a clue where to start looking to find it. Somewhere near Lower Portland, I think. I don't know much about his childhood except that he was the 'baby' - youngest of 7 boys. My poor grandma !!! - I don't have any of his childhood photos. Sad that, no record of his childhood, just gone. Did he crawl on the dirt floor? Was he a happy baby? However - I am lucky enough to have a few of his bits & bobs. This one was his rattle - amazing that it is still in one piece and I have no idea of how it worked. But it is priceless - a kookaburra made from celluloid standing on an old tin stand. Did my dad sit in a high chair while he played with this? I just wish I knew it's story.


Blogger HomemakerAng said...

these things are just a tresures arent they? how sweet. I bet he lead a very interesting, freedom loving childhood!

8:09 am  
Blogger Alice said...

That's why I keep on saying, boringly and endlessly, we must not let our history die with us. It's the little, everyday things that make a life story so interesting.

9:06 am  
Blogger Peggy said...

I agree with Alice. We must pass on our family history. Each of my daughters received a family book from me where I had put photos and every story I had been told or remembered about my dads and mothers family. I also wrote about their dad growing up and stories about my childhood and how he and I met so that they can pass on our history with the rest. Having items like the rattle is even more precious!

9:54 am  
Blogger Amy said...

That's so awesome that you have a treasure from your dad's childhood.

11:22 am  
Blogger Nicole said...

Ooooh I love Peggy's idea. I crave information about my family... it is apart of who we are and what ingredients make our dish. I made a genealogy book for my grandma last year and went back 100's of years in her family. I also have two journals for my children that I write in, which were started them at conception. ps...I love the crystal in the background.

12:12 pm  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

Oh I love that rattle. What a wonderful keepsake.

My father is 92 years old and is still with us but as far as I know there are no pictures or trinkets from his childhood. I would do anything for just something.

Take care,

1:18 pm  
Blogger Mindy said...

What a charming little bird! I love these treasures from the past, they keep our family history alive!

2:22 pm  
Blogger berryhead said...

Love this! I'm glad you were able to at least have something your papa held in his hands. :)

12:33 am  
Blogger Lady Laurie said...

What a sweet little rattle,I am so glad that you do have something of his when he was a baby. Both of my parents are in their 80's and neither(especially Dad)like to talk about their childhood much. I am always after them to use a tape recorder and reminisce.

12:54 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

That is such an interesting rattle! How rare that it has been saved and you now have it. Very special. I don't have anything of my parents from thier childhood. I guess the thing I have to value is the old pictures of them and newpaper clippings.

4:01 pm  

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