Having decided to decorate the old plates, the second task was to decide what to put on them. We had gathered some old photos of events in the Hall when we produced a history book for the Hall’s Centenary celebration in 2014, and I had one of those in mind – it was taken in the old supper room.
I was able to edit it a little to bring up the details of the the food on the table. Once a circle is cut to fit the old dinner plate, some of that will disappear, unfortunately. I wonder if the plate it will be applied to is there in the photo?!
I thought it might be interesting to superimpose the photo of inside with that of outside. It took some tweaking before I was really happy with the result. Aligning the window in both images was the key.
I made the party image slightly transparent, so that the outside wall is just visible behind the party goers. The occasion was a 21st birthday party – look at that cake! The plate held by the lady in the foreground (the birthday boy’s grandmother, I think) is similar to the bread and butter plates I have plans for…
Our local Hall in Moyston has had more than a hundred years of community social occasions, most of which would have been catered for by the ladies “bringing a plate”. We had fifty years of the Moyston Old Time Dance, held once a month in the Hall. It started out as a fundraiser to build the new supper room, and went on until 2016. Local clubs took turns to cater, making sandwiches on the night and “the ladies” donating cakes and slices. Moyston Hall was renowned throughout the district for the quality of the food.
When we moved here 34 years ago, there was the “new” supper room, with an old kitchen behind it. I remember it as being dark and dingy, with a copper in one corner that was used in days of yore to make bulk coffee on those social occasions. They enhanced the flavour with mustard, and who knows what else… I kid you not! Sadly, no one thought to take photos.
Assessing the crockery recently, some very old plates came to light, marked as belonging to the Hall, and judging from the style, dating from the 1930’s. I decided on the spot that we should do something to/with/on them, and an hour or two later, we had a plan to apply images relating to the history of the Hall to these plates, and to display them somehow.
The finished piece will be in celebration of all the plates of food served up and enjoyed over the years.
It often amazes me to see newspaper polls on how safe people think they are (with no regard for how safe they actually are) when their feelings of security are so much affected by what they read in that same newspaper – not to mention TV news coverage that emphasises and reiterates every bad thing that happens anywhere (preferably with pictures).
Feeling secure is as important as how secure you actually are, and not watching the news is a big help with that. Morgen the cat and our grand daughters, Matilda and Juniper, don’t watch “news” and they feel pretty good most of the time. My mum took the photo of Juni, me and Zoe (my daughter, Juni’s mum) sitting on one of my late dad’s English ship’s cannons. He rescued them from scrap metal when I was little, and we used them as a play gym when I was growing up. I feel less secure about my grandkids frolicking on them – they didn’t seem as high (or hard) when I was a kid…
A cherry on top isn’t necessary, but it makes a good thing even better. As a theme for the weekly photography challenge, I find it, well, challenging. Most of the week has flown past, and I’m still thinking about it! I’ve decide to share images of our grand daughters with Bryan – and of cake. There are no cherries on these cakes, but one lot has tiny Oreo biscuits, and the other has Tim Tams, so that’s probably even better, really!
Juniper is a couple of years older than Matilda, but they are both around 6 months in this pair of photos. I think you can tell that they are cousins, and that Grandpa thinks they are pretty okay.
Fruit trees are shady, they have lovely blossom in spring, and, best of all they make fruit! These peaches and nectarines all grew on seedling trees that “just growed” from compost – better still!
I somehow missed last weeks challenge – home alone and happily busy catching up on all sorts of things, the week just sped by me…Oh well! This week, the challenge is Face, so I’m sharing two sets of pics of my favourite faces – my grand daughters, Juniper aka Juni and her cousin Matilda aka Tilly.
In these first three, Juni was waiting, fairly patiently, for her ‘chino – a tiny cup of warm frothed soy milk. In the other, she is getting to know her fabulously extravagant vegan cupcake – the work of Canberra business Veganarchy. If you are ever in Australia’s capital on a Sunday, make your way (early!) to the Bus Depot Markets, and seek them out. You’ll be glad you did!
Tilly joined us on Christmas Eve, so she’s not up to cupcakes and ‘chinos yet (although Grandpa can hardly wait to buy her her very first ‘chino, he’ll have to wait!). She has, however discovered the use of her thumb, which seems to be very satisfying and tasty, judging by the noises she makes. She sampled baby rice cereal today, but was unimpressed. When she gets big enough for cupcakes, I’m pretty sure she’ll like them more!
Another week has gone, and a new challenge is here…“Trio” – so three of something, anything, use your imagination! So simple, and yet…hmmm.
Like Mike Hardisty, I’ve chosen a trio of trios – one from my garden, and two from the performance at our local Hall at the weekend: three of the cast presenting a song (a conventional meaning of trio), and a trio of Anne’s famous jelly cakes (alongside a sad little lamington finger) at suppertime. They were all gone soon after…(the cakes, not the cast).
I liked the idea of ‘the best day ever’ as a prompt, and immediately started thinking about what personal indulgences I could find photos of. I like to have fresh flowers around the house, preferably picked in my garden, tasty, beany food, and a long hot soak in the bath, with musical accompaniment. However, “worst day ever”, it has taken half a day for my internet to work properly and upload the photos…Unfortunately I don’t have a tortilla stack handy to console myself with today, but a candle-lit, incense-scented bath might restore the balance! After I’ve watched Dr Who.
Change is hard. We like what we’re used to, whether that’s food, music or ideas. We can get used to things that are obviously harmful – smoking cigarettes, abusive relationships, junk food – and because we’re used to them, it’s really hard to change that. We’ve wired that familiar thing into our brain, and it takes some time and effort to re-wire a brain. Fortunately for us, it can be done. Don’t believe anyone who says your brain is hard wired for anything.
“Change is the only constant in the Universe”. So we should all get used to it! Nothing lasts forever, although we ourselves last such a short time that suns and galaxies seem eternal. Even the mountains that are constantly squeezing higher and wearing away, seem eternal from our view point. (Except volcanoes, when they suddenly and irrevocably change in a matter of months or days). Everything changes.