Remembering our grandmothers
I wonder how you remember your grandmothers. Did you live close and spend lots of time together? How did they affect your life? It’s a really interesting topic and one which I would like to explore if any of you are happy to share your memories with me in future blogs. At a Spinning Group party yesterday I asked Anne what she remembered. She said she spent a lot of time with her grandmother who loved hats and handbags and always gave her an Aspro when she took her out so that she wouldn’t want to go to the toilet. I asked how she thought she would be remembered. She said “that lady whose house was so full of wool you couldn’t get through the door”.
I lived next door to my paternal grandmother whose name was Caroline. She spoke very little and always seemed quite hostile. In later life I realised she was very deaf and could hear little of what was being said so didn’t respond. I loved helping her mash up the boiled potato peelings and mix with pollard for feeding the chickens. She did once come out of her shell, so to speak, when she told me that when she was at school the other kids used to chant: “Car, car, Caroline hang your britches on the line, when they’re dry bring them in and hang them on a safety pin”. After that revelation I never told anyone my middle name was Caroline. Sadly she died from a tragic accident which haunts me to this day. Unfortunately I didn’t know my maternal grandmother as she died in childbirth in 1912. I do have a photo of her and a letter she wrote to her sister just prior to her death, apart from that there is little information.
What will my grandchildren say of me. Now wouldn’t that be interesting, though I hope they don’t have that opportunity any time soon.
Things that have a special place in our hearts
Today I thought I would share with you something that has had a special place in my heart and life since I can remember. It’s a grandfather clock. A couple of years ago I wrote some short stories relating to my youth which I published as an e-book. The first was about the grandfather clock and after many attempts at getting the story started I came up with the idea of writing from the point of view of the clock, therefore the clock is the narrator of the story.
To save space you can read the story by clicking on the link below. It doesn’t quite open as I would like. When you click on the link it takes you to my Reply Page where you have to click again. Very strange. I’ve sought the help of my son but he’s busy so I’ll have to leave it as it is.
Although the clock resides at my daughter’s house, due to lack of sufficient space in my house, it still presides over events of the family. Unfortunately its hourly ring has had to be curtailed due to it being a little annoying during the night.
Exhibition of hand made items from just 100g of wool plus a visit to a Mohair Goat Farm
Recently the Coal Creek Spinners Group participated in an exhibition of items made from just 100g of wool. The variety was amazing from small toys to beautiful wraps, to hats, scarves, wall hangings, skeins of different wools and one really special exhibit, a jumper so finely crafted it was hard to believe the skill of the knitter (view in the video) who won 1st prize at the Bendigo Wool Show for her work.
As part of the activities of the group there was a visit to Mohair Rare, a working farm, producing mohair yarns for spinning and other crafts. I have to thank my husband for producing this video which is very informative showing both the exhibition and the activities of the farm, explained in some detail by Lill Roberts of Mohair Rare, and returning at a later date to view the shearing of the goats, one of the shearers being a lady who kindly explained on camera the process.
Now for some recipes
Now that Christmas is approaching its wise to have a few goodies on hand, possibly in the freezer, in case friends or family pop in unexpectedly. I have used the recipes I am going to share since back in the 60’s when I used to subscribe to a small publication which was full of ideas for the freezer. Quite an innovative concept in those days plus there was always a home testers note about the recipe which I can confirm freezes really well. I have also made and stored portions of the Fudge Icing in the fridge and used on other cakes. Very handy.
Chocolate Cakes with Fudge Icing
You will need two shallow foil pie dishes about 18cm across
180g self raising flour
180g soft brown sugar and 180g butter
3 eggs plus 1½ tablespoons milk
Grease the dishes. Sift together flour and cocoa then in another bowl beat butter and sugar together until light and fluffy. Beat eggs and add gradually beating mixture well. Fold in sifted ingredients with milk. Divide equally into dishes and bake at 180C for about 50 minutes. Fan forced ovens a little less. Cooked when centre of sponge is springy when pressed. Cool before icing.
3 tablespoons milk
120g icing sugar
Melt butter in heavy pan. Add cocoa and cook over low heat for 1 minute. Remove from heat, stir in milk and sifted icing sugar. Cool then pour from pan onto cakes in foil dishes. Leave to set.
No Bake Cake – only 10 minutes to prepare
300g Rich Tea Biscuits roughly broken
50g plain chocolate
50g white chocolate
Line a 450g loaf tin with clear film or glad wrap leaving about 2.5cm hanging over the edges. Place butter, marshmallow and cocoa in a pan and heat until melted. Remove pan and stir in biscuits. Press mixture into loaf tin and chill for about 2 hours until firm. Turn onto serving dish.
Melt plain and white chocolate in separate bowls over hot water. Spoon on top of cake and swirl together with a skewer to create a marbled effect. Chill until set then cut into slices.
It freezes well but probably best to add the chocolate topping after thawing.
Well I’ve come to the end of another post, there is always more to say but I’ll leave that until next time. To finish up here’s a Funny Minions quote:
I MAY LOOK LIFE I’M DOING NOTHING ….
BUT IN MY HEAD I’M QUITE BUSY
Janice your blog is just amazing. Your reflections of your Grandmother bring tears to my eyes,as I have great memories of my Paternal great Gran,whom I spent a great deal of my time with till the age of 9. Like you I have memories of mixing the cooked potatoe peels with pollard and feeding to the chooks.
I remember singing the Grandfather clock song to great uncles and aunts who never failed to visit on Sundays.( No doubt a precious child ). Thanks for the nostalgia and your wonderful company.