|Lindsay George Arnold GOOD|
I only ever knew one set of grandparents. Dad's parents had died long before I was born - Grandpa (John Loring SULLIVAN) in 1934 in the Coramba Disaster and Grandma (Christina Ruby JONES) in 1947. I am just guessing that I would have called them Grandma and Grandpa. Mum's parents were my Nan (Beryl WALSH) and Pop (Lindsay George Arnold GOOD). Nan lived until she was 93, and was a great grandmother to my daughter. Pop died in 1965 when I was 12. I therefore have lots of memories about Nan, but only a few about Pop.
Nan always looked the same, until the day she died. A lovely homely, silver-haired lady. She played the piano, which I always thought was special. And what's more, she had a piano in her house and as children we were allowed (sometimes) to tinker on it. I learned to play Chopsticks and Good King Wenceslas on that piano. Nan also had some purple carnival glass dishes in which she served jelly and icecream. At her funeral I asked a younger cousin what she thought of when she thought of carnival glass dishes. Her response - jelly and icecream. The best thing about the icecream was that it was homemade - always tasted ever so much better than most bought icecream at the time.
Nan always wore a pinny, or apron, while she was cooking or doing the housework. She also had her own special stool in the kitchen to sit on while she was peeling vegetables etc. I think Mum still has that stool somewhere.
Pop - what can I say about him? As an adult I now feel that I never got to know Pop as well as I would have liked. I do know I adored him. When I think of Pop, which I do often, I see him sitting in one of two places - in a chair right opposite the door into the kitchen, or in his shed talking to Mr. Waterhouse who lived next door. Pop's shed was a mysterious place, full of gardening implements and paraphanalia and relics from the war. Pop was an avid vegie gardener. The house was on a large block and a good deal of it was given over to his vegie garden. I think he grew flowers like dahlias and gladiolis there too. The front garden was more Nan's domain.
I always feel that if I had got to know Pop better as I grew older he and I would have had a special connection. But Pop didn't seem to interact with us much when we were children. I remember one day when I was writing in my Memory Book (I wonder whatever happened to that book - I obviously didn't keep it) at the kitchen table and Nan told me that Pop would be very pleased to see how much trouble I was taking over my lettering and handwriting. I can't remember whether Pop was still alive at the time, but I do know that he had the most beautiful copperplate handwriting, and I was so pleased that Nan thought Pop would be pleased.
|Surrey Hills Railway Station|
Pop had some unusual habits. One I particularly remember was his 'breakfast'. It consisted of a raw egg in a glass, which he drank! Yuck!
This is how I remember Pop - this photo was taken in later years. And this is Nan dressed up as Miss Po-land when she was living in the retirement village in Sale.