A Tale of Two Uncles

My Grandfather had two uncles.

They both answered the call of "Mother England" as Britain was called in NZ in 1914.  Strange isn't it, how even after several generations have lived in another country it is still not home.

No doubt both their parents were  both proud and very torn  that their beautiful young sons were about to board a ship that would take them to the other side of the world to fight a battle for "King and Country"

This is Uncle Henry Fulton, my Great Grandfather's brother, a beautiful young man off to France on a grand adventure (or so he thought).  He thankfully returned....


My Great Grandmother apparently adored her brother Gordon, so it must have been truly devastating to receive this.....

My dear Great Grandmother never got over it, this was by her bed until she died.  Florence named her baby (my Grandfather) after her brother, but I don't think it was ever the same...

He was buried in England at a  Military Cemetery, so no one could grieve at his grave,
no one could put flowers there to honour him.

Anzac Day is always Uncle Gordon's day for me. He went to War to defend what he believed to be right.  There was no conscription in NZ, so he went willingly, he volunteered along with thousands of other bright young men in their prime.  He died in a foreign country, with no loved ones by his side, he died so that we could live in freedom, and I am fiercely proud of him for that....

Princess Mary's Gift Book - 1914

I came across this amazing book several weeks ago on one of my thrift shop adventures, and absolutely feel in love with it.  Not only the book itself, but the sentiment behind it, which was to raise funds for the then Queen Mary's "Work for Women" Fund,  set up to help the enormous amount of needy women during WW1 (not only British women, but the floods of refugees that came into the country as well).

The thinking behind the fund was that it was better for women to work than to accept charity, so the fund provided money to help women secure paid employment - feminism at it's best - empowerment rather than penury.

Princess Mary was the daughter of King GeorgeV and Queen Mary and was born in 1897. Here she is at the time of the publication of this book. (photo taken from the book). She would have been about 17 years old.

The book itself includes short stories and poems from all sorts of well known authors of the time, such as J.M.Barrie and Rudyard Kipling.    The coloured plates are simply stunning and I have captured (somewhat badly) a selection of them to share with you!!

 This is "Fleur-de-Lis" painted by Carlton A. Smith, R.I.

"Instructing her dolly in the art of going off nicely to by-byes" - Painted by M.E. Gray

"A Spell for a Fairy" by Claude A. Shepperson, A.R.W.S.

Of course given the times, their were stories and poems of heroism, and patriotism as the poem below illustrates.

Princess Mary continued her charity work, her other most important contribution of this period being the "Princess Mary's Christmas Gift Fund" through which 100,000 British pounds were raised to send gifts to all British soldiers and sailors for Christmas 1914.

Princess Mary died in 1965, leaving a wonderful legacy - that of women helping each other to succeed in life.

Source: Wikipedia.

Today I Made Strawberry Jam.....

Today I made some Strawberry Jam.  The house smelt of strawberries, outside smelt of strawberries. My husband, who shall from henceforth be known as "Himself" came in to see what I was doing and he was super impressed...

I'll show you what I did....

 First of all I got 2 kilos of these beautiful strawberries and hulled them...

Then I chopped them in half and put them into my big soup pot.....

Then I added 2 kilos of sugar - yes 2 kilos - it has to be equal amounts

Then I let it boil for 20 minutes... it looked all pink and frothy and gorgeous.

While that was happening I put some clean jars into a hot oven to sterilise them ( and because you have to put the jam into hot jars)

When the jam was ready (see below for hints) I added the juice of 1 lemon as it improves the flavour

Helpful hints from the "Edmonds Cookbook"

Then it was into the jars and covered whilst hot.

Presto - yummy jam!!! Yay!

Finally I went to see Nellie, my cockatoo, she didn't want to talk to me...

Until  she saw what I had saved for her.....

One happy cockatoo!!!