Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Dear Amy

postcard 1907, originally uploaded by elaine the pirate.

My father inherited half of a wheat farm last year. It is a completely Dickensian tale.

My father's first cousin, Cedric, and his wife, Alice, were childless. Cedric died some time ago and Alice followed last year. Out of the blue, my father receives a phone call, Alice had died, leaving the estate in equal share to my father, his brother, and the one other first cousin. My uncle passed away a while ago so the estate was to be split 50/50 between my father and his spinster second cousin. A dear lady straight from the pages of Dickens or Austen. 60 years old, still lives at home with her elderly mother, never married, lived a very small and confined life.

So now we have a farm.

This postcard, the first in a series spanning over 30 years, to Amy from Aunt Gwen is dated 5 April 1907.

It got me to thinking about how future generations will find out about us. We send text messages and email that is deleted. We deride people for putting their personal details up on the internet. But it used to be commonplace. A photograph of ones self or ones children are put on card and written on the back for all and sundry to see in the delivery system. So long live things like blogs and flickr and twitter. Its banality is the best reason for its existence.

And perhaps more importantly, back then girls loved their kitty cats too.

posted by elaine, 10:27 pm


That tabby must be the great (x 20) grandmother of my pussycat.

Congratulations on the farm. You do realise you now have to go there and sit on the verandah in a rocking chair, knitting with a shotgun by your side. And if would be even more authentic if you also had 43 cats.
commented by Blogger The Man at the Pub, August 19, 2009 10:48 am  
Thanks! We spent the weekend there (I dug a big ditch and decorated a cake to look like a ladybird)

And I did knit, yes I did.

Alice had about 40 cats at the time of her death. Many genetically inbred and half feral.
commented by Blogger elaine, August 19, 2009 10:56 am  
what an amazing story!

couldnt you have got The Cook to make that cake, whilst you sipped mint juleps under the shade of a tree?

i do hope you inherited a good butler too?
commented by Blogger the projectivist, August 20, 2009 11:51 am  
does it count if mum baked the cakes and I got the fun of decorating?

unfortunately, no butler.
commented by Blogger elaine, August 20, 2009 2:04 pm  

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