Hats in Time

Believed to be the wedding of Edith Bound and Eduard Geyer in 1886

 

In days of old, a hat did hold

A charm and grace, a tale untold.

Upon the head, it sat with pride,

A symbol of style, a dashing stride.

Eva Pilgrim (nee Blythman)

A gentleman's hat, so debonair,

Topped with feathers or ribbon fair.

A touch of class, a dash of flair,

A hat that spoke of savoir faire.

Bessie and Abel Bound with Mrs Excell and Ruby Bound
Estimated to be 1890

For ladies fair, a hat adorned,

With flowers, ribbons and lace adorned.

A fashion statement, a work of art,

A hat to captivate every heart.

Unknown Lady, Great Aunty Eve Walker and Great Aunty Madeline Walker

In times gone past, a hat was worn,

To shield from sun or bracing morn.

A protective shield, a shield of shade,

A hat to don on every escapade.

Great Grandparents Mary and Ambrose Walker with horses Buzz & Silver
We believe the child is Aunty Phyllis Walker - about 1930

Oh, hats of old, we long to see,

The elegance and grace you used to be.

Though fashion changes, trends may sway,

Your timeless charm will never fade away.

I love the way that my grandfather, Gordon Walker, is looking at my nanna, Rita
At the wedding of my Aunty & Uncle in 1965

So let us raise our hats up high,

To bygone days and days gone by.

For in those hats, a story told, 

Of fashion style, and stories old.

Caroline "Carrie" Warner

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Barn Yard Capers!

"I did not think you would get involved in this Barn Yard caper" 

I can still hear my grandmother's disgust when she made a surprise visit in 1989 and became aware that I was living with my boyfriend (who is now my husband of more than 30 years).

Gran was very proper and had a religious upbringing.  She did not believe in cohabitation. If only she had known!!

Gran had always told me that her grandparents were married on the 2nd Feb 1886.  Several family history books confirmed this.

I found it very curious when I ordered a marriage certificate and found that the actual date of marriage was 2nd February 1888, not 1886!

Edward Geyer and Edith Bound were married in February 1888

Their eldest child, my Great Grandmother, was born 20th April 1888, being two and a half months after her parents married.

Edward and Edith Geyer's eldest child was born in April 1888.

It seems that over several generations, my grandmother was the only one who was not "involved in the Barn Yard capers"

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This week's prompt is 'curious'

A Favourite Find: The Pangs of Thirst

Last week I wrote about widow Jane Bound and her nine children's journey to Australia in 1878. Twenty-three years later, history was repeating.  Jane's daughter, Edith, was now also widowed like her mother had been, and was taking her children on another life-threatening journey, looking for a better life. It did not go to plan.

This is only part of Edith's story of adversity and courage.  More can can be read here.

Thirty years after the trip, this article was written by my Great Grand Uncle, Melville Geyer, who would have been near 7 years of age at the time of the journey.  He has changed the names but it is obvious that he is writing about his own family and memories, and it reinforces stories told by family members.

Source:  http://trove.nla.gov.au  (click here to view article)
The Horsham Times, Tuesday 1st September 1931, page 6

OVERLAND TO MILDURA

Waggon Trip from Nhill 30 Years Ago

THE PANGS OF THIRST. 

(By M. Geyer.)

The following is a description of a trip by waggon to Mildura from Nhill: It was in November, 1901, that Mrs. Smith (Edith Geyer), a widow with a young family of seven children - four boys and three girls - the eldest 13 (my Great Grandmother, Mabel) and the youngest two (Lily), decided to seek a living in Mildura, having heard that any child how ever small who could pick fruit off a tree, could earn 4/ or 5/ a day. 

Source: http://trove.nla.gov.au
Chronicle (Adelaide, SA : 1895 - 1954), Saturday 24 June 1899, page 26

Being in very poor circumstances she looked about for means of cheap transportation and heard of a Mr. Brown going to Mildura with his 5-horse team and waggon to look for work on the Mildura railway line. He agreed to take Mrs. Smith and family and her delicate brother (Abel Bound, who was later declared insane) up for the sum of £5. The route we were to travel was marked out for us by a friend, who had gone a few weeks previously. We left Nhill on (Saturday) November 16 and made for Jeparit, Lake Hindmarsh and Hopetoun. Then Mr. Brown decided to slip the line to Mildura instead of the other way. We crossed from Hopetoun to Minapin, now Lascelles, at that time a wine shanty and tents. A beautiful lot of pines grew where we camped overnight, but we did not have much sleep because of the noise of the drunks and the yelling of the woman who kept the shanty. 

We never took provisions or horse feed for long trips, as we were told there was plenty on the way we should have gone. We started up the line next morning; there was no road, just a stretch of white drift sand, and we toiled on all day, finding no water and having only our water bags full, which were soon empty.  We camped at Woomelang, where there were no houses, only another shanty and drunks. Mother went to the woman at the hotel to buy a drink of water for the baby, who was crying for a drink and she said, "No. I won't give you or sell you water. I pay to get it carted here. I'll sell you wine." But that was no good to baby. Next morning we moved on again,  but we were still without water and it was beginning to tell on the horses. 

Source: http://trove.nla.gov.au
The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848 - 1957), Thursday 5 December 1901, page 6

In the evening it was a joy to behold a large dam that had over flowed its banks. Just as we drew in and the men went to fill the water bags, 300 railway workers, with horses and drays, pulled in on the other side. They would not allow the men to fill the water-bags. Our driver and uncle told them they were going up the line to look for work, carting provisions from one camp to another or any other work they could find, but the men told them there was no room for them on the line. They told our driver there was a large tank about two and a half miles further on and grass up to the horses' knees. Mother and the children never showed themselves out of the waggon while at the dam. So off we went without water, expecting to find it at the next tank. Mother and uncle walked, one each side of the track so as not to miss the tank. The children by this time had cried themselves to sleep for the want of a drink. 

Although it was bright moonlight, there was no sign of any tank or water. Towards morning, however, a tank was sighted, and oh what a sigh of relief came from us. There was a wild rush to it, but what a disapointment when it was reached, for it only held about a cupful. The driver had first dip: then my uncle pushed him aside and dipped up what he could with a tea spoon and gave the children a few precious drops each; mother and he going without. (Perhaps it was just as well it was not full or we would have suffered from over drinking.) 

Then we pushed on again, travelling all day without water. Men may have their fancies for pets, but give me a dog, for men have not half the sense of a dog when it comes to finding water. Our dog, Bruce, used to jump up in the waggon and look up into our faces, as much as to say, "Please do give me a drink," but when he was told there was no water, he would just jump down. One evening he was missing from behind the waggon. We had just started off again in the morning, when he came and jumped into the waggon, the first time he ever did it while we were on the move. Uncle said, "Look out, he's gone mad." But he was sopping wet; he jumped down again, ran back to the edge of the scrub and started to bark. The men grabbed the water-bags and followed him. The dog led them to the tank we were looking for. Then we took the horses out and gave them a well-needed and earned drink and a bit of a feed. We boiled the billy and had a longed-for cup of tea, thanks to Bruce. Had it not been for the dog finding the water, we could not have lasted the day out, nor could have the horses. 

1901 Journey Route (approx 300kms over a week)
Less than 4 hours today.
Source:  Google maps

By this time we had reached the drift sand; the horses were knee deep in it. (Could this have been what is now known as Wyperfeld National Park, which is renowned for pines and sand drifts?)  The journey was telling on the horses, which were on short rations, as there was no place where we could buy feed of any sort for them. Our water-bag was the only thing we had to carry water in. Uncle by now could see how things were going, so he used to hide the bag and serve it out with a tablespoon. On we went, mother and uncle walking and keeping on the look-out for tanks; empty ones greeted us every 30 miles. I will never forget our approach to the Seven Sister Hills (the dread to motorists to-day). There was a fire raging on both sides of us; the heat and smoke were some thing unbearable. How those poor horses lived through it, God only knows. All the wild animals of the bush were fleeing along the track: dingoes, kangaroos, rabbits and even snakes going for their lives. 

Day was closing in on us, but still we toiled on. There was no water for the horses which were up to their girth in drift sand, swaying and moaning as they hauled their load, with their tongues hanging out; it was pitiful to hear them. Mother put the children to bed and continued to walk, although her feet were sore and blistered. As we were going over the third hill the waggon struck a root and all but capsized. Then the king bolt struck a stump and held fast. The driver wanted to hook the horses on behind the waggon and pull it back but mother and uncle hung on to the horses heads and would not allow him to move them another step that night. The animals were unyoked, and all the feed the five horses had that night was a small dish of chaff and 25 [lb] of flour. 

The men decided to walk on and see if there was any other track over the hills. Mother sat in the waggon ringing a bullock bell so as they would not wander away and get lost. Back they came towards morning. There was no other road. The men snatched a hasty meal and a few hours sleep. Then we were up at daylight, with hills in front of us and we stuck fast on a stump. The eldest boy (Arthur) had to crawl under and chop the stump off so as we could clear the axle of the waggon: this done, we tried cutting a fresh track around the hill, but this was impossible. There was only one thing left, go straight over the top. To do this everything had to be unloaded and carried up to the top of the sand-hill, then loaded in after the team reached the top. Then down to the bottom, unload again and carry up to the top: this was done till the hills were crossed. It was as much as the horses could do to pull the empty waggon over the sand-hills. 

An unlabelled photo from a family album is reminiscent of the Geyer's journey; the landscape, wagon,  billy and the dog.
The Geyer's dog, Bruce, located water and saved the family's life.
Edith and the children, hid in their wagon whenever they neared groups of men (primarily railway workers).

Up till now we had been following along the track where the railway line was going to be put through. Mother and uncle decided not to follow this track any further. We met a man on horseback and he said, "If you see the[last]sign of a track leading off this one, follow it, but if you miss it, goodnight, because you will die of thirst." Mother walked one side of the track and uncle on the other. Mother noticed the track (only just a faint wheel-mark) so she waved to uncle and he rushed over, grabbed the leaders' heads and turned the outfit into it. Once in there was no hope of getting out for it was impossible to turn the team in the dense scrub. The driver swore and cursed, and threatened not to move another step. Mother and Uncle hurried on, leaving the driver to have his swear out. 

On the way mother climbed a leaning tree and on looking out above the other trees she could see horses and the bank of a lake. She was so overcome with joy that she just slid down, lay on the ground and cried as if her heart would break. Uncle tried to comfort her, told her to try and keep up and not to give in just yet as we may find water any hour now. She couldn't speak, only pointed up the tree. He climbed up and saw the lake and ran back to the driver yelling, "Thank God we are saved. There is water ahead. We're saved. We're saved." We hurried on, or rather what we thought was hurrying, as the poor horses had no hurry left in them by now. We reached the lake. which we found was Lake Hattah. When we were nearing it we could see hundreds of men and horses camped on the bank. Our men took the water-bags to get them filled, mother and the kiddies hiding in the waggon. The men were met with the head ganger (and if this man is still alive to-day, or any of the other men that were there, they can bear me out as to the condition we and the horses were in). Mother's and uncle's tongues were swollen to the roof of their mouths. The ganger said the man who passed us before had called in and told him that we were on the way and that we should be at the lake about 10 o'clock in the morning. If we were not there by that time, we would have missed the turn off and perhaps be dead by night. The ganger had just formed a search party to go out for us. We reached the lake about 5 o'clock. The ganger ordered the men away with the command not to touch the water. It was agony to see the lake full of water and not allowed to have a drink. The ganger had ordered the cook to boil the billy and make us a drink of tea. We had to shift our camp about half a mile away from the water. Later he brought over the tea and only gave us each half a cupful and it was over an hour before we got another half cup: then another half hour and so on till we had quenched our thirst. 

Edith's "delicate brother"
Abel Bound, who was
instrumental in saving
 the family.

The horses were looked after by some of the other men of the camp. The poor beasts, they only got a quarter of a bucket of water at a time until their kidneys worked. The horses did not get any food for some time. Afterwards they received a well-earned feed of chaff, bran and oats. 

He told us to camp for the night, but uncle told him he would rather push ahead on account of his sister and the kiddies. The ganger said. "Leave that to me. You can sleep in safety." He sat on a stump with a loaded revolver and said he would shoot to kill if any man moved towards the waggon. He sat there all night and kept guard. He told us that had we missed the turn-off and if we could have lasted out, we would have had to go through to Mildura before we got water. 

 We were on the move again at sun rise and we will never forget the beautiful sight we saw. There were thousands of birds of all colors feeding on the seeds under the pine trees. We went from Lake Hattah across to Culcairn Station and camped for the night on the river bank. There was nearly a drowning fatality there. My young brother (Ernest) walked in for a paddle, and only took one step, when down he went into the river; the peg-mark showed 16 feet above summer level. My sister (believe this was Mabel as I seem to remember this story being told by my grandmother) had the presence of mind to lay on the bank and grab him by the hair and hold on till my uncle and the driver came over and pulled him out. 

Kulkyne Station c 1900
Source: http://museumvictoria.com.au/ 
Reg No: MM002690
I believe that Melville was referring to Kulkyne Station (written as Culcairn Station), near Hattah.

We called at the manager's house and inquired the way. He told us not to attempt to cross the billabong near the station, but to go two miles further down stream, as there was a safer crossing. He and his daughter had been into Mildura the week before and the water was running through the bottom of the gig. Our driver was pig headed: he would not go back. The manager told him to take out a horse and ride across and try the stream, but, no, he could drive over all right. 

Just before we came to the river, the whip came off; it was a God-send that it did. Uncle fixed the whip and got out on the shafts of the waggon to drive the leaders, so that the driver could keep the back pair up. In they went, with the water rushing over their backs. How those poor horses swam and pulled the load behind them will always remain a mystery. The water filled the waggon, everything getting sopping wet, also mother and us children. Uncle had his work cut out keeping the leaders going and balancing himself on the shafts. All you could see of the horses by the time we reached the middle of the stream were their heads. If anything had have happened we would have been all drowned in the swift-flowing stream. We got across safely and decided to camp there that day and dry our bedding, clothing, etc. as we could not make Mildura that day. When we came to have a look round, all our pots, pans, buckets and other things we had stored under the waggon were gone in the river. 

My Great Grandmother, Mabel Geyer (the eldest child of Edith Geyer), picking olives at Mildura
circa 1902 - aged 14 

We spent the day roaming round watching the goannas, and they were there by the hundreds in all sizes from infants in arms to ones up to six feet in length. We started out next morning (Sunday) for Mildura, the land where milk and honey were supposed to be flowing. We arrived there in the afternoon in time for tea. 

The heat and flies were something terrible all the way up; flies are bad in Egypt (Melville Geyer was in Egypt during WWI), but nothing like they were going up that track. When we left Nhill they told us that there were tanks every 30 miles apart; no doubt the tanks were there all right, but they were sunk down in the ground. The kangaroos, dingoes, rabbits and other animals, driven by the fire, plunged in to these and were drowned, so you can guess what the smell was like. 

We saw Mildura at its worst. First came the heat wave and scorched every thing; then the year following came the locust plague which stripped every thing. Things were bad and we were advised to leave, and we did. They told us Mildura was going broke, so we took the train back to Lascelles, then on by a covered van and three horses on a much better track. 

We have the pleasure of stating we were the first white family to travel over land from Nhill to Mildura.

They made it!
Edith Geyer with her children and first grandchild - 1911
Back: Arthur, Melville, Lloyd and Ernest
Front: Sophie, Edith Geyer (nee Bound), Lily and Mabel holding Eva Pilgrim (my grandmother)

It is more than 120 years since that remarkable journey. I am very thankful that my Great Grand Uncle,  Melville Geyer, returned from the war and told the story for future generations to applaud and recognise their struggle and courage.  I am in awe!

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This post was originally published 24th April 2014 but has been revisited as the second post of the 52 ancestors in 52 weeks challenge.  The article was located while researching the Geyer brothers for an Anzac day post.

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This weeks prompt is "Favorite Find" and what a find it was!

Urith Edna Geyer

1922
Edith Geyer with grandchildren
Urith and Lorna Geyer

Urith Edna Geyer was born on the 13th October 1920 and delivered by her Grandmother Edith Geyer, according to my grandmother.  However, I cannot find a record of her birth.

It would be interesting to know how many other children delivered by Nurse Edith Geyer are missing or incorrect.  The birth of my Grandmother, Eva Pilgrim, who was also delivered by her grandmother Nurse Geyer, was incorrectly registered.

My grandmother celebrated her birthday on the 18th August.  However her birth record states that she was born on 18th October 1910.    Her parents were married in 1907 (and I have the certificate) so  she was definitely not conceived out of wedlock!  I have another theory why the date was registered incorrectly!

There were three births, delivered by Edith Geyer in Nhill, registered on the 9th December 1910;
Reg No. 29552 - Rose Ellen Gladys Cunningham born 18 October 1910
Reg No. 29553 - Eva Jean Pilgrim born 18 October 1910

Reg No. 29554 - Clarice Jean Hiscock born 26 October 1910

Do you know where I am going yet?

Cousins - 1924
Urith Geyer, Edith Pilgrim, Freda Presser,
Hazel Pilgrim and Alf Geyer

It is my theory that the births were registered with the incorrect date to avoid a penalty for late registration.  Births need to be registered within 60 days or a significant penalty applied. Therefore it would make sense to change the date to avoid a fine.

Anyway, back to Urith. She married Stanley Victor Stevens on the 28th October 1940 in Horsham.
According to my grandmother, she and one of her sons were murdered in Mildura on the 28th April 1960.

Source: https://billiongraves.com

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Nina Beryl Tucker

Nina Tucker (Centre) and her first cousins once removed
(Eva & Lloyd's mother is a cousin to Nina)

Have you ever wondered what "First Cousin Three Times Removed" means?

Nina Beryl Tucker is my cousin, three times removed.  To determine the relationship, we therefore need to step back three generations of cousins.  

My mother's cousins are my first cousins once removed 

     (My Great Grandmother is their Grandmother)

My grandmother's cousins are my first cousins twice removed

     (My Great Great Grandmother is their Grandmother)

My great grandmother's cousins are my first cousins three times removed

     (My Great Great Great Grandmother is their Grandmother)

22nd January 1921
Sophie Geyer, Nina Tucker, Vic Presser, Lil Geyer, Eva Pilgrim and possibly Albert Presser

Genogram showing the relationship between those in the photo
with Eva Pilgrim being my Grandmother

Nina Beryl Tucker was born at Nhill on 13th July 1907 and died 3rd July 1978 at Horsham.

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The Women In My Life

Agnes Scott, Rita Walker, Mary Jane Walker, Elizabeth Mottram,
Charlotte Drayton, Danielle, Ellen Walker
Mary Ann Scott, Me , Joy, Eva Scott
Jane Warrick, Mary Ann Pilgrim, Edith Geyer, Mabel Pilgrim

Girls commencing work today would not believe how things have changed in the past 30+ years!

When I started working, what we today know as "discrimination" was accepted as normal practice!

As a junior,  I made the coffee for all the men in the office every morning and afternoon.  It was an accepted part of my role to be the "gopher".  In the days before every branch had a photo copier, it was my job to run across the road to get any photocopying done!  I didn't mind as being a smoker back then, it gave me the opportunity to have a cigarette, as females were not allowed to smoke in front of customers (but the men could).  In the early years of banking,  I remember being disciplined for coming to work in trousers!

I was ambitious from a young age but had many doubters.............and they were not afraid to tell me either!  That just made me more determined!  When I was 20 , I was told that I could not have a supervisors role because "You are female and under age 21" even though I had been successfully relieving in the role for months!   Hard to imagine today!

A male colleague actually laughed at me one day and told me that I would never be a manager as I would "just get married and have babies".  I did get married and have babies but continued working! I achieved my ambition to be a Manager before I was age 30 and am proud that I was the first female branch manager in Gippsland.  How I hated playing golf after manager's conferences!  However, it was something that I needed to do to be considered an equal.  In reality,  I feel that I had to work twice as hard as my male colleagues to be considered equal!

I do not write this to complain but instead to highlight how things have changed. We have come a long way but unfortunately we still have a way to go until men and females are equal in the workplace.

However, I have had it easy compared to my female ancestors pictured above. Every one of the ladies above (except my daughter) has a story of adversity and courage.

My Great Great Great Grandmother, Jane Bound, was 39 years old with 8 children and another on the way when her husband died.  Jane was too old to come to Australia from England, but did not take "no" for an answer and successfully applied for a special dispensation from the Queen to bring her family to Australia in 1878.  That took courage!

When I chose to be a working mother, I did not realise that my Great Great Grandmother, Edith Geyer, was one of the first working mothers.   After her husband died of typhoid in 1899, she needed to work to maintain custody of her seven children.  The family faced further adversity and nearly died when the family went by wagon to Mildura to pick fruit.  You can read about it here.
Nurse Edith Geyer later built a successful private hospital business (with no formal education).  She was certainly an early survivor and entrepreneur.

March is Women's Family History Month and Tuesday March 8th is International Women's day. I would like to take this opportunity to remember and thank the strong women in my family.  I am proud to come from a long line of determined and resourceful women.  Maybe I have inherited my resilience, determination and work ethic from my fore-bearers?

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Cards from the Front

Card sent to Mabel, James, Eva & Lloyd Pilgrim
in 1916  from Melville Geyer (aka Mick)

My Grandmother, Eva Pilgrim, was a little girl when she received cards from her Uncles from the other side of the World.

"May 5th 1916

My Dear Sister Brother Eva Son (Lloyd)

My Letters are coming to ?? I received another letter from you today ?? to hear from you and to know that you are all well and trust that these few lines will find you all enjoying the best of Health as they leave me at present.  I am still in France having a good time.  I am glad to hear that you have plenty of hay this year. I am longing to see the Nips son must be a trick now. I think that it would be better if the Boys that are getting married came and answered their countrys call and helped their pals instead of hanging back. Ern is anxious to come isn’t he and would if Lloyd ever thinks of coming it’s not a bad job after all said and done.  Letter to follow. Love from your loving brother Mick"

Melville Geyer (known as Mick) was the first of the Geyer brothers to leave for World War 1.  You can read more about Mick here.

Ernest Geyer
1916

"23 . 9 . 1916

Dear Mabel,

Just a photo of myself, hoping you are quite well as I am at present.  There is no news at present so that is the reason of my short note.

Best of Love from Ern"

It is interesting to note that this short note was written on the same day that Ern was charged with "Disobeying in such away as to show wilful defiance of authority and lawful commands given personally by his superior officer"

You can read more about Ern here

To Eva With Love From Uncle Lloyd
Undated "silk" embroidered card

1917 card from Lloyd Geyer

France 18 July 17

"Dear Mabel & Jim

Just a few lines to let you know that I am quite well hoping you are all the same.  This Card is for Eva.  Well the other day we had a visit from the King, It was at our sports and he seemed quite pleased with the events.  We are living in another rotten Village now I don't know how long we will be here I hop it won't be to long.  If we want to buy anything we have to pay double the amount that the Tommies pay for them.  A lot of the Villages......."

Unfortunately, I do not have the second part of the note but I know from the handwriting that the card was written by Lloyd as the initial words and writing are identical to those written here.

1918 card from Lloyd Geyer

"France 18/10/18

Dear Mabel Jim and Kiddies
This Card for Eva, XXXXXXX
Just a few cards to let you know that I am quite well hoping these few lines finds you all the same I also received a very welcom letter from you dated 18/7/18 and was very pleased to hear from you.  I have not got that stripe yet but I suppose it will come through some
day.  It is hard luck getting the codlin moth in the apples.  What Church was it that got knocked about you did not tell me.  Tell Jim from one who knows that he is better off where he is, it is not bond over here.  It gets
me down at times.  I have sent the buckle home so you can write to Mother for it, I sent it this week so it will be home by xmas.  We are having very funny weather over here rain one day, and sunshine the next.  I met
Charlie Paterson over here, his father had the....."

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Big and Little

May 1930 - Almond Dale, Winiam - Taken by Eva Pilgrim on her Kodak Box Brownie

"These melons were grown on white sand.  The two trombones each weigh 50lb and the piemelon 53lb.
The little girl (Lorna Pilgrim) weighs 33 lb".

Geyer sisters eating watermelon - Almond Dale, Winiam
Lil Presser, Soph Maybery, Mabel Pilgrim

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Furry Faced Farm Friends

My Grandmother, Eva Pilgrim, grew up on a farm at Winiam, Victoria, Australia.  She wrote "I love horses and working dogs, but not lap dogs".

The photo below, taken in 1919 when Gran was nearly 9 years old, is an early indication of her love of animals.  It is a tiny photo at only 6cm X 4cm.  

It looks like they have been digging in fox holes?

Eva Pilgrim - June 1919

Does this say "Tugandtoil" Horsham?
I think it could be a property name? 

I am very fortunate that my grandmother took a large number of photos around the family farm "Almond Dale" with her Box Brownie. Here is a small selection of her photos, which give a really good indication of the animals on the farm;

James Pilgrim -  Almond Dale 1928

Almond Dale  Pigs - September 1929

Lorna Pilgrim - Almond Dale 1931

Almond Dale Cows - August 1929

Edna Pilgrim, Freda Presser, Lorna Pilgrim and Eva Pilgrim
Pearl in the cowyard at Almond Dale - 1929

It seems that Pearl was a favourite pet as the Jersey Heiffer appears in a large number of photos

Pearl and the twins - September 1931

Lorna Pilgrim feeding Pearl (and Rosie) apples
May 1930

" An apple a day, keeps the doctor away, but these cows will take as many apples as they can get"

Eva Pilgrim

French Rabbits  - November 1929

Jim Geyer (cousin) and Kangy
Almond Dale - October 1931

Lorna Pilgrim with Mags and Cocky
Almond Dale - October 1931

Almond Dale Dogs - November 1929
Butcher, Jack and Joker

Joker and Bower must have been the favourite dogs as there are more photos of them than the other dogs.

Gran wrote that although their farm dogs were working dogs, they were regularly patted.

Lorna Pilgrim and Ginger
August 1932

Hazel, Edna and Lorna
Joker on left and Bower on right

Almond Dale Horses - 1928

Coral Wohlers and Edna on Dolly - Hazel and Lorna on Bennie
September 1932

"A catch in a crow trap. A dead sheep is placed in the enclosure.
The crows go in through the top, where the bag is thrown over.
July 1930"

Vermin, which ate crops or killed animals were regularly captured on the farm.  I have shown photos of an eagle and a snake previously.

I initially thought that this was a makeshift aviary but on reading the back of the photo, it is a Crow Trap.
The design was published in The Weekly Times.

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