Back in the Day

Rules for Women Teachers 1915.

  1. You will not marry during the term of you contract.
  2.  You are not to keep company with men.
  3.  You must be home between the hours of 8pm and 6am unless attending school functions.
  4.  You may not loiter down town in any ice-cream bars.
  5.  You may not travel beyond the city limits unless you have the permission of the chairman of the board.
  6.  You may not ride in a carriage or automobile with any man unless he is your father or brother.
  7.  You may not smoke cigarettes.
  8.  You may not dress in bright colours.
  9.  You must wear at least two petticoats.
  10.  Your dress must not be any shorter than two inches above the ankle.
  11.  To keep the school neat and clean, you must sweep the floor at least once daily, scrub the floor at least once a week with hot soapy water, clean the boards at least daily, and start the fire at 7am so the school room will be warm by 8am.

 

Beneath that sweet exterior the Bush school teacher of the 1880s was more than just a pretty face. She had to be able to:

  •  Set a broken leg in a crisis.
  •  Patch the shingles on the school roof.
  •  Cook lunch on an open fire.
  •  Wall paper the residence with newspapers to keep out the winter winds and snakes.
  •  Teach a class of children aged five to fifteen.
  •  Ride a horse side saddle four miles to school and maybe carry a couple of pupils.
  •  Keep the school property free of goats and cattle.

and my favourite

  •  Stay fresh all day from a weekly swim in the dam.  (B-r-r-r)

Those were the days!

Excerpts from The History of the Kuhne Family in Australia.

A Prayer – for those growing old

Lord, You know I am growing older. Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject.

Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone’s affairs.

Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains. They are increasing with the years and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong. Make me thoughtful but not nosey; helpful but not bossy.  With my vast store of wisdom and experience it does seem a pity not to use it all. But You know, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Amen.

Photo:  Blue Mountains. N.S.W.  (c) Marie Trudinger  2010.

Winter Sunset

This photo was taken on the first night I arrived in Switzerland in February. I didn’t have my tripod with me, so I had to take the photo, hand held. It is a panorama. I believe I took 3 photos and stitched them together. It was a beautiful sunset that just seemed to last forever. This view is just behind where I was staying and I had a nice little walk in the evening. It is amazing how different everything looks, covered in snow.

William Kling (my grandson)

Photo (c) William Kling, February 2019.

If I had my Life to live over

If I had my life to live over:

I would try to make more mistakes next time

I would relax

I would be sillier than I have been on this trip

I know very few things I would take seriously

I would be crazier

I would be less hygienic

I would take more chances

I would have more trips

I would climb more mountains

Swim more rivers

and watch more sunsets

I would eat more ice creams and less beans

I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones

You see, I am one of those people who lives prophylactically and sanely and sensibly

Hour after hour and day after day.

I have my moments, and if I had to do it over again

I would have more of them, in fact I’d try to have nothing else,

just moments, one after another,

instead of living so many years ahead each day.

I’ve been one of those people who never go anywhere without

a thermometer, hot water bottle, gargle, raincoat and parachute.

If I had to do it over again I’d go places and travel lighter, than I have.

If I had my life over, I would start barefooted in the Spring

and stay that way until Autumn.

I would play hooky more,

I wouldn’t make such good grades, except by accident.

I would ride more merry-go-rounds,  and I’d pick more daisies.

(Written by an 87 year old lady)

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