I read an inspirational blogpost a couple of weeks ago asking the question "Do Our Family Treasures Have a Secret Life?" You can read it here for yourself but it left me thinking hard about the treasures I've accumulated. Over the years I've become the custodian of old photographs; postcards; letters; diaries; receipts; birth, marriage and death certificates; birthday cards; wedding cards; engagement cards; funeral cards; school magazines; church magazines; newspapers and newspaper cuttings; medals; coins; jewellery; samplers; a christening gown; a wedding dress; a decorated rolling pin; nanna's bag; a sewing box; china; glassware; two glass fronted cabinets; and three tiny silver thimbles. I'm going to take the advice of Moore Genealogy and start to photograph and write the stories of some of the items in my collection.
I've been thinking a lot about my husband Michael's mother, Rose Murray, as it was her birthday on May 31st. She was born in 1908 and died aged 98 years in 2006. Her birth was registered a few days late so her official birth date is not her actual birthday.
Rose was the owner of the "three tiny silver thimbles" referred to above.
When she was about fourteen she was apprenticed in a tailoring workshop and eventually became a specialist "felling hand" hand stitching, for example, the edges of gentlemens' suit lapels. Her thimbles were an essential part of the equipment of her trade and she always used them even if she was only sewing on a button. In older age her fingers became permanently bent: caused by what we would now call repetitive strain injury, I suspect.
Rose was a lively, gregarious character with a taste for costume jewellery and hennaed hair.
She liked to dress up and was in her element with smart frocks and millinery.
Even at the end of her life, her weekly appointment with the hairdresser was a must!