Family Heirlooms, Asset or Burden?

I am now an orphan, an old orphan but one never the less. I have four siblings and our parents’ belongings have been shared out but we all face a similar dilemma, there are things that we don’t really want yet they seem too important to give away or sell.

When my grandmother died in 1959 she left me a few things including family portraits and her antique little lounge, grandfather chair etc. These things sat in the front room of my parents’ home until my father died and I had to take possession. They have been sitting in our shed now for about 3 years.

We have photos of our children and grandchildren on our shelves and walls, they are important to us now, there is simply no room for portraits of my Nana as a young woman or my great grandmother. BUT! I loved my Nana very much and I know she loved me, the inscription on the back is a constant reminder.

A friend of mine has reached absolute despair because along with all her own accumulated stuff she has her late mother’s belongings in her house and has no idea how to deal with any of it. An outsider with no emotional attachment to any of the things would immediately say, ”Just get rid of it!” When it relates to a bunch of old Christmas and Birthday cards I can do that fairly easily but how can you just dump a family heirloom?

I hope I’ve found a solution. I’m making myself a flowchart to help me decide what to do with things and hoping that at least some will be accepted by an historical society. I don’t want to pass on a burden instead of a treasure to my own children, I just hope I never hear them say, “I can’t believe you did that!”

My Great Grandmother,  born in 1846.
My Great Grandmother, born in 1846.

Trouble on the Tram Track

I think I might have been in about Grade 3 when I had a bit of a buster on my way home from school. After we moved from Henley Beach to Fulham (The area is Fulham Gardens now) I had to get to school by tram. We walked the 200 metres to the tram stop at the Tapley’s Hill Road, Henley Beach Road intersection then the tram went right down the middle of Henley Beach Road and across the viaduct after the “S” bend.  We got off just near Fry’s Butcher Shop then we walked the 500 metres to school.

Coming home one day I was a bit late and saw the tram at the stop so I ran but when I was crossing the tram lines I tripped and fell banging my knee on the steel tram track. My case flew open and I had the added embarrassment of everything spilling out. I was directly in front of the tram so the driver would have seen it all.

I don’t remember struggling the 200 metres home from the tram stop but I do remember being home from school for a few days. I can vividly see myself sitting on a potty with my rigid right leg stuck out straight, I couldn’t bend the knee at all so couldn’t walk out to the toilet. It’s possible a doctor came to the house to see me but I doubt it and I certainly would remember if I’d been taken for Xrays.  Scans weren’t invented then so it was just a case of getting over it.


You didn’t know that about Nana did you?

This tram is heading west. going home was east but it's at the stop near Fry's Butcher Shop.
This tram is heading west. Going home was east but it’s at the stop near Fry’s Butcher Shop.