Today we took a trip down to Bobakine between Clackline (blink and you’ll miss it) and Northam with the rest of the Adams family and the Paisleys to lay Grandad’s ashes to rest.
It was a lovely day. Not too hot, and not windy. Just about perfect, except for the flies. We were subjected to a spectacular lunch, which was heartily devoured by all.
Grandad’s wishes were that half his ashes were to be placed at the base of the roses at the front gate with Grandma, and the other half at the base of the tree where Linda’s ashes were placed.
There is so much history at the farm. Let me share some photos and stories. No particular order, just as the photos were taken. This is going to be quite a long entry. My apologies if that annoys you.
Sarah and Cathy decided they are going to start a new television series – I can’t remember if it was Harold’s Grand-Daughters or Adams’ Grand-Daughters. Script to be submitted soon. 🙂
This is the first half of Grandad’s ashes being scattered by the rose bushes at the gate of the farm house. Grandad built this house, Brett’s dad and Uncle Peter spent part of their childhood there. Brett visited with his parents, and now Elisha has been there too. It is with some amazement that we arrive there each time to see the roses still alive, and this time they were even in bloom.
Where Brett was standing when he was taking this photo is the door to the sleepout. Unlce Peter and Dad used to sleep here in the summer when it was warm. As you can see there are grape vines all along the verandah. Dad was telling us that he used to sneak out at night and get a midnight feast of the sultanas that were right next to the room. Again we were amazed at the health of these plants in neglect. The sultanas especially were quite abundant with new fruit, unfortunately not yet ripe enough to eat.
This is what is left of the incubating hut next to the remains of Linda’s childhood home (more about Linda later). Linda made the mud bricks and built this hut herself.
This is the ruins of the house where Linda grew up. Linda was Grandad’s second wife – I’m not sure how old he was when he married her (if anyone that reads this knows please inform me via comments at the bottom of this entry). The interesting thing about Linda is that Grandad was actually courting her before he met, courted and wed Grandma. But Grandad’s father put a stop to the romance the first time around. How different things would have been if he hadn’t. The land where the house is was later aquired by Grandad or his father (I can’t remember who). No-one is sure why, but apprently Grandad burnt down the rest of the remains of the building at some stage.
This is the tree (incubator in background) where the second half of Grandad’s ashes were scattered. This is also where half of Linda’s ashes were placed by Grandad after she passed away. Behind the photographer of this photo used to be a tennis court. Grandad and Linda would play tennis here and the tree is the spot where they used to say “Good-Bye” to each other at the end of a day. The second photo is the tree again on the left side of the picture, with the view out from there.
This is an abandoned wagon. One of these wheels was claimed by mum and dad and is now a feature in their garden. Can you spot it?
A pile of abandoned bits and pieces, makes for interesting photography.
The day was just too much for a little somebody.
And now it is late and I will finish this tomorrow.