Showing posts with label social history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label social history. Show all posts

Tuesday, 14 January 2014

3 My dear ducky Norman




Elsinore
August 26 1917
My dear ducky Norman,
Another Sunday and another letter. I wonder when you will get all my letters. I could not write this afternoon I went in to the unveiling of young Whiteheads photo in the [sunday] school. it was very nice, a beautiful service. There was a good many there too. Mrs Whitehead pulled the flag off. It is about the same size as Grant Ward's. He is a fine looking young fellow. Then Mrs Ward presented the prizes to the boys and one girl that won them, Grant Wards prize. Mrs Manning asked a lot of the teachers into tea. She sent for me but I couldn't go. I was going to write to you. The Mr Gooud came in and of course stopped to tea. So he has gone to Church now. so I must write a line to you. 
Mrs Thing ?.. has 4 letters from Stan on Friday. They were in quarantine for some time. had Mumps and other sickness on board. Those were the first letters she had from him. You know there are no mails coming now the strike is on. Mr Gooud says there is one from America if she [ship] called at New Zealand she may have one from you. I do hope she has. it seems such a long time since you left but I hope you are happy and having a good time. 12 months won't be long slipping away. in fact you might be home before that. I think they are trying to make peace now. is it not terrible the way the strike is now. Butchers and all in it. No meat yesterday for a good many. Mr Gooud says he got a nice piece of bacon for their dinner and there is talk of the Bakers coming out. but I am glad to see Fadden is such a strong man. He won't give in to them, but has got some thousand of volunteers for all kinds of work. They have a good many trams running and trains running now. one comes from Windsor in the morning and one up at night. I wish those......[page three missing]

Sunday, 12 January 2014

Letters from mother to son as he heads off to World War 1

What was life like after a mother sees her only son off to WW1? Many women had this experience.  No email, no skype, no face book, no phone contact, but weeks of hoping for news. What does she do?

Well, our Great Grandmother Maria wrote letters and these have have recently come to light. As I sorted them by date and then started to decipher her handwritten script, I began to get to know this lovely woman, sharing her support for her son and passing on daily news from their community of Balmain, Sydney. These letters commence as her son departs in 1917.

Predominantly it is Maria speaking to her son Norman in these letters, with a few letters from friends and relations that were in the bundle, also included. Her letters are very conversational, ideas flowing back and forward as if she is speaking to him. As a result her writing never includes commas or question marks, and many full stops are scattered through the sentences as pauses or when her nib needed a refill of ink! I warn the reader in advance to read these letters as you would hear Maria speak.

At times I have added punctuation where it really is essential for understanding (commas and question marks), but otherwise I have left the words speak as Maria intended. Occasionally I have also been unable to decipher a word or two, so  I have left a gap. This doesn't affect the general reading of the letters.  Maria didn't waste paper, with the letters written on both sides of the page and also down the margins! Paragraphs were not a feature, perhaps to save space.  After the first few typed letters, which I have tried to keep just as Maria wrote them, I will start to add capital letters and paragraphs for ease of reading!!  I want this blog to be Maria's, but if  I feel that an explanation may be needed, I will add it in italics.

Given the passing of almost a hundred years, the people mentioned have passed on. While it is an honour to get to know them through their words, I will make some edits to protect privacy of existing family if needed. We thank our Auntie Grace for caring for these papers, so that we can now 'know' Great Grandma Maria and the community of Balmain.

Rosemary