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Thursday 27 December 2018

My Christmas Card Scrapbooks: Genealogy Blog Party

 This month's Genealogy Blog Party  asks  us to share  our Christmas holiday traditions.  I am taking a look at one of my favourite post-Christmas activities - compiling a Christmas Card scrapbook.

Firstly vintage cards in my collection :  
The postcard above, sent in 1877, was in the collection of my third cousin, (once removed), Janet, who made contact with me through the genes reunited website - we went onto exchange family memorabilia. The verse on the card reflects the rather Victorian maudlin sentiment of the time, but it is still a lovely picture.


This lovely German Christmas card came from the my husband's family.   His uncle Mattie married a German girl in the 1950's.   


 Another charming card - this time from France, courtesy of cousin Stuart. 


My Scrapbook Project
 It seems  a shame to bin so many lovely images on Christmas Cards  that I have come up with my own way of retaining the cards for future pleasure. 

I  began doing this years ago when my daughter was small, with  "Gillian's Christmas Scrapbook"    as a way of conveying the Christmas story and traditions in a strong visual style and displaying  cards that had been especially sent to her.  I hand-wrote the words as this was long before the days of computers. The scrapbook came out of the cupboard every Christmas to look through and reminiscence over  and  it became part of  our family tradition.   





Many  years down the line, I had a growing  pile   of cards that I had refused to throw out, so I created something similar in a more adult version calling it "Christmas Kaleidoscope"- annotated this time by the computer, which of course made a huge difference to the style of presentatio. 
 

 

By then I had the bug, so the next year it was "A Christmas Anthology",  using the cards to illustrate poems, songs and literature relating to Christmas.     


My last  project, spread over two scrapbook,  was "A Christmas A-Z  focusing on a  wide range of aspects of the Christmas story.  What would I do without the internet to help with history and definitions! 





 I  do mean to stop - but already my mind is on the next edition  - perhaps looking at the stories behind Christmas carols.  

Since I began, scrapbooking has become  a sophisticated hobby, but I have kept to  a very simple style with  the focus on the illustrations.

So to anyone who sent me a card, it continues to give pleasure long after the 12 days of Christmas have past.  You never know, I might have created an heirloom  for my descendants. 


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Sunday 23 December 2018

Christmas Greetings from the Scottish Borders

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to All My Readers






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Photographs of Earlston Christmas Lights

Plus a visit this evening from Santa on his "sleigh" 
i.e. the Rotary Club collecting for charity. 






A First World War Greeting Card 

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Thursday 20 December 2018

Christmas Stocking Memories: Sepia Saturday

Christmas Stocking, Christmas, Stocking
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Giant Christmas Stockings feature on this week's  “Sepia Saturday” prompt photograph, which dates from around the 1930’s.  My images below are from a much more recent time  and generally are  miniature in size.  But they are full of happy memories. 

Myths and legends abound.  One story maintains that St. Nolas donated to the poor by dropping coins down the chimney and they landed in stockings hanging up to dry by the fire. 


Stockings are referred to in the famous poem by Clement Clark Moore, first published  in 1823  "T'was the Night before Christmas" with the lines:

T'was the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring , not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.

A Family Story  
An apocryphal vintage family story was told every year of my mother and aunt, as children, waking early and delving in the dark into their Christmas stockings. The house  did not have electricity and they thought they had come across a big bar of chocolates and opened it up to eat before breakfast - but to their dismay they found them too hard and later discovered it was a box of dominoes!


 
 Kathleen and Edith Danson - my mother and aunt, c.1916.

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My Christmas Stockings 
I cannot remember having a  Christmas stocking as a child, which is a bit surprising, given my mother's craft skills, but we always hung pillowcases at the foot of our beds.  So I was determined stockings would be a part of my own Christmas traditions.


My first attempt  (1970's) at making stockings for my family was a simple patchwork,

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To mark my daughter then moving to the High School in 1984, I made a new stocking of various cross stitch motifs (not the easiest task to  work out the spacing)  with Christmas greetings in different languages - plus a tartan ribbon to reflect our Scottish connection.  Like everything else featured here, it still comes down from the loft every year.
                 




I was then in the throws of the current craze for  cross-stitch, and here are three of my favourite Christmas tree  pieces. 






The other stockings on our tree remind  me of holiday times - the red boot from Austria, the lace stocking from Bruges in Belgium, and the brocade gold & silver one was bought in the shop at the Royal Opera House in Londion after seeing in December a magical performance by the Royal Ballet in "Sleeping Beauty". 
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All Stockings with Happy Memories 


 
 A charming vintage Christmas card I found in an antique shop. 

With Best Wishes to all my Blog Readers 


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Wednesday 12 December 2018

Family China Treasures - Sepia Saturday

In this week’s Sepia Saturday prompt photograph of a  bedroom scene, my eye focused on the jug and basin on the dresser.  So, below are my family china treasures. 


My mother, Kathleen Weston, nee Danson (below)  tried her hand at many different crafts, including  painting on china.  Above a  milk jug and sugar bowl and below a little plate.  They are signed on the back with her initials and the date 1960.  


 

My mother came  from a family of three sisters, all of whom were talented in various crafts.  Here is a small plate painted by her youngest sister  Margaret, known as Peggy, with he inscription on the reverse "Hand painted by M.Constable, 1979".


 Peggy  met her husband whilst working in a barrage balloon squadron during the war.  They married and  emigrated to Australia shortly after and Peggy brought me this little plate on her only return visit to Britain in 1980.  Below  Peggy here with her sons - my Australian cousins, c.1950.



 I have pieces of wedding china of my mother, grandmother and great grandmother. 

 
The wedding china of my parents Kathleen Danson and John Weston who married  in 1938.  It only came out of the china cabinet on special occasions, such as Christmas. 


 
 My parents' wedding, 1938


 

 The wedding china of my grandmother Alice Danson, nee English
who married my grandfather William Danson in 1907.

 
 Alice (1884-1945) - could this be her wedding photo,  given she is wearing a corsage? Copies of the photograph  were held by various branches  of the family.


 
 The best tea-set of my great grandmother, Maria Danson, nee Rawcliffe (1859-1919).  It is now with  Maria's granddaughter who recalls that Maria was very proud of the set which she got from collecting coupons from a newspaper offer. 

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Friday 7 December 2018

A Wartime Winter's Tale: 52 Ancestor’s Theme -Week 49

It was winter 1944-45 and my father John P. Weston was in Luxembourg.


During the Second World War, Dad  served in the RAF Codes & Ciphers Branch and was indoctrinated into the mysteries of Enigma and the One-Time Pad code, with training at Bletchley Park and Whitehall, London. He then became part of the Special Liaison Unit, in a team of analysts to scan, digest, and file the messages, and   forward key messages to the appropriate field commands. 

Dad   was seconded to General Bradley’s US 12th Army Group HQ. He landed at Omaha beach just after D-Day and advanced via St. Mere Eglise, Avranches, Versailles, Paris, Verdun and Luxembourg through to Wiesbaden in Germany. 

Here is his story of that winter 1944-45, told in his own words that he wrote down for me. 


"We arrived in Luxembourg.  General Bradley's Hotel Alpha was opposite the badly damaged railway station.  We had a good hotel at the back and were able to buy some very good cakes in the town.

I became friendly  with a former member of the government [Mr Battin]  and was invited to his house. He produced champagne from his cellar and served them with lovely cakes with kirsch in them".
 A rare chance to sample some home life in time of war!  Dad on the right with the Mr Battin's daughter. 


 
Dad (left) with Mr Battin and his daughter - 1944 

      A picturesque scene of  Luxembourg, found in Dad's album.
   
Dad maintained contact with the Battin family for a long time after the war, exchanging Christmas cards etc.  In 1961  we moved to York and he named our new house  "Arlon" after  a place  in Luxembourg which obviously held fond memories for him.
 
His story continues..... 

"It was now December 1944 and bitterly cold, with snow and ice. Out of the blue at 4a.m. on December 16th came a major attack on the American front.  It was pandemonium, as the Germans broke trough the US lines, troops retreating and the population streaming back from the German advance.  The GIs ran out of ammo. and threw their rifles away.  Some 8000 were taken prisoners of war.   

This was the Battle of the Bulge.
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The Battle was the last major offensive by the Germans in the war, fought in the dense forest of the Ardennes, on the border of Belgium, northern France and Luxembourg. Initially the Americans in particular suffered heavy  losses.

Dad's account continues.....
"We carried thermite bombs in a safe in our operations vehicle to be used to destroy our codebooks and machines. We had rifles fully loaded with us at all times.......There was trouble with our supply lines with food, ammunition and petrol not getting through to us, and planes were fog bound, due to the awful weather.  At one point we were given five boiled sweets for one meal." 
This meal of five boiled sweets became an, often repeated,  apocryphal family story.  It was only much later that I came to realize it masked the dreadul  scenes Dad must have witnessed.  We were hearing a sanitized version of what war was really like. 

In the Ardennes, the weather improved, Allied planes launched a major attack and dropped supplies to their troops. The Germans had few troop reserves and fuel and ammunition supplies were at a critical level.  The German advance was halted.

By chancethis week, I saw on television a repeat of the much acclaimed series "A World at War", with narration by Sir Lawrence Olivier.  That particular episode focused on the Battle of the Bulge.  With my personal interest, it made for gripping viewing and gave me a graphic picture of what Dad had experienced. It was a life defining moment for him.

         
Adapted from a post first published in 2014.  

Postcript:  When I first published this post, it sparked off a number of questions from  my American readers - "what are boiled sweets" -  the answer:  hard sweets (candy) made from boiled sugar. with natural flavourings and colours added. Lovely to suck, but not recommended if you value your teeth!

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