The Tree of Me

 I remember asking my father once about the scar on his knee. His response was that he fell off his motorbike. From memory I think he said he was at Ardlethan in New South Wales, 1000 kilometres from his home in Wallangarra. Tonight while searching the Tenterfield Star (not available on Trove but via the Tenterfield Library website ) I discovered a little about his motorbike, a 1951 Matchless Motor Cycle.  I wonder was his fall the catalyst for selling the bike early in 1953.  Tenterfield Star 5 March 1953, p. 7 I wonder did it look like this 1951 Matchless G80 ?

This evening I read a tweet from My Heritage about an article at the emissourian -   Society Pays Homage to the Humble Apron . After reading the article I began to consider which aprons have meant something to me in my life. The first apron that came to mind was a green and white gingham apron that I made while I attended Jennings Public School . The girls spent many weeks making the aprons after making several preparatory obligatory samples. We had to cross-stitch the pleats into place and then cross-stitch several flowers onto the material and I can still remember how particular I was while sewing. I wanted it to be perfect!  Of course, while the girls were making aprons the boys were in another room. What they were making, I can't remember, but I do have recollections of them basket weaving at some stage. I was very proud of this apron but never wore it as I considered it was too precious. After a search in my camphor chest I found my apron, still in pristine condition...