Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Thursday, May 9, 2013
Summer time brings back memories of Mum and Dad’s vegie garden and the glut of ripe juicy tomatoes. Dad would check the vines morning and night to pick the tomatoes before the pesky birds and insects attacked them. Our kitchen would have huge bowls of ripe tomatoes, that we would eat like apples, juice and tomato seeds dribbling down our chins. The tomatoes that were just ripening would all be sitting along the kitchen window, and my mother would rotate them so that they ripened evenly.
My mother was very resourceful and would use the overabundance of tomatoes to stock up on homemade relish and tomato sauce. All family members would be called to the kitchen, including my Dad, and we would chop up tomatoes and onions for relish and sauce. There was always a bit of a battle as to who would be landed with cutting up the onions.
Mum would stock up on vinegar and other condiments, and pull out her large pots. All the bottles and jars that she had saved through the winter months would be pulled out, rewashed and dried, and lined up ready for the bottling. Soon the wonderful aromas of garlic, spices and tomatoes would be wafting out of the kitchen, as Mum stirred the tomatoey mixture that bubbled gently in large pots on her stove. She would careful test small amounts of the sauce in a spoon at different intervals to check how it was setting, and if it need to be cooked a little longer.
As soon as the sauce reached the required thickness, it was taken off the stove and it was time to bottle the mixture into the shiny clean bottles (of all different sizes and shapes) that were lined up on the kitchen skink. When the sauce had cooled in the bottles, Mum would seal, label and date them ready for the pantry cupboard and gifts to family and friends. Even after we were married, my husband expected to be given a bottle of Mum's tomato or plum (that is another recipe) when ever we visited. Here is Mum's recipe if you feel like trying it for yourself.!!
Saturday, May 4, 2013
|Annie Shepherd and grandson Neville|
My Grandmother,Annie Shepherd, nee McDonald was the daughter of Donald McDonald and Margaret Hanlon and she was born in Reidsdale, NSW Australia in 1869. Annie's brother Alexander Joseph McDonald was the feature of my recent ANZAC day blog, Military Monday - 2013 Trans Tasman ANZAC Day Blog Challenge - Alexander Joseph McDonald.
Obituary - Mrs Annie Shepherd
from Braidwood Dispatch
The deceased was born at Reidsdale in May, 1869, being the only daughter of Donald and Margaret McDonald. She with other members of the family received her early education at the Reidsdale School, the teacher there being the late Mr Arkins. Leaving the district the family migrated to the South Coast, Mr McDonald setting up a timber mill at Mogo. From there the deceased married the late Lynn Shepherd at Mogo, Moruya, the ceremony being performed by the late Fr. Cassidy. The couple came to the Braidwood district to live, settling about eight miles out of Braidwood off the Mongarlowe road in the vicinity of the piece known as Torp's Lane. Later they shifted nearer to town to a home close to Sandy Creek, two miles from Braidwood, where they lived for some years.
This home was noted for it's hospitality, many a weary traveller having the occasion to remember a good meal and often a comfortable bed there. From there the family moved to Belle Vue, on the Araluen road, where they were exceedingly popular with all sections of the community. Their home was on the Araluen Road, the hill just beyond being known to this day as "Shepherd's Hill".
Mrs Shepherd was indeed a fine type, possessing all the fine traits that distinguished our worthy pioneers. Her husband passed awry some 21 years ago at Braidwood. The two older boys went to World War I in the great fight for freedom. In later years the old lady has been living in Sydney.
There were 11 children of the marriage, of whom 8 are still living. She had 18 grandchildren and 11 great grandchildren. The funeral from St Francis Church, Paddington, was largely attended, marking the respect and esteem in which the deceased lady was held.
Several of the sons are still in the Braidwood district, while a daughter, Mrs Norman Casey, resides in Sydney. It will be remembered that her late husband worked for the late John Musgrave on the Braidwood "Dispatch" where he was foreman and later on manager, a capable, conscientious employee, possessed of considerable journalistic talent.