When my Mother passed away a year ago I spent time between her death and funeral reminiscing and preparing her eulogy. As an only child I wanted to give the eulogy as I had for my Dad when he passed away in 2001. As well as having some notes I realised that having images to accompany my talk would make my task easier so I created a Powerpoint presentation for the funeral.
I have decided that I will share the photos and some notes from my eulogy to this blog so that the story of Mum's ordinary life will be preserved on the Pandora Archive.
To me Elsie was a mother but she was more
than that. In the next few minutes I will examine some of the roles Elsie
played in life and share a few vignettes with you.
Elsie was born to Frank and Ethel Duncan
on a hot summer’s day in 1923 at Cobar. The first of the five Duncan girls she
outlived all her siblings and her elder brother Bill Chatfield. For the first
few years of her life the family lived out of Cobar on a property named
Elsinore. They moved to town when it was time for Elsie to start school.
Although there wasn’t a lot of money to
go around Mum had a good life in Cobar where she had many pets including Trixie
the dog, horses and a pet kangaroo.
Grandfather Frank's travelling cafe |
Mum loved travelling around the
countryside to race meetings, football matches etc with her Dad in his catering van from which he
sold home made ginger beer and pies made by Ethel. Elsie enjoyed school and loved
needlework but hated her piano lessons at the local convent.
When she left
school Elsie’s father took her up to the local post office where she got her
first job. I think Elsie inherited her strong work ethic from her mother who
ran a café in Cobar and worked in several domestic situations.
The family moved to Sydney during the
second world war as Frank thought there would be more opportunities there for
his family. He took Elsie and her sister Eileen to the Sydney GPO where they gained
employment, Elsie as a telephoniste. Elsie was devoted to her brother and sisters.
There was no need for a huge circle of friends, her siblings filled this need.
She was particularly devoted to her sister Eileen who was sick for many years.
The Duncan Girsl, brother Bill and Mum Ethel |
The siblings marked many family
celebrations with a group photos.
Elsie met Dad, Allan Curry, when he
boarded with the Duncan family at Kensington. They were married shortly after
the death of her father hence it was a quiet wedding. When Dad was diagnosed
with diabetes around 1956 Mum became his carer. That, as an insulin dependent
diabetic, he reached his eighties was attributable to the watchful eye of Elsie
who monitored his health and diet.
Dad believed in saving every penny while Mum believed in spending every dollar that came her way. Working gave her the independence to keep us well dressed and entertained.
Mum wasn’t educated but she valued
education. During the ten years I attended university part-time she and Dad,
collected the kids from school and Mum cooked dinner for the family twice a
week while she directed Dad in doing the family ironing. Without Mum I wouldn’t
have my degrees.
In 1972 Elsie became a grandmother. She
loved the four grandchildren selflessly. She and Dad took them on many outings
and holidays although the holidays stopped when their ranks swelled to four. Dad
would come up with the idea for a trip to the zoo or a picnic and Mum would
have to organise and cater. Now that I am older and a grandmother I realise how
difficult this was for her. No wonder she wore a pained expression in some of Dad’s
photos.
When we installed the kids in a home unit next door to Elsie and Allan's home in Dolphin Street I don’t know who was babysitting whom but they all kept an
eye on each other.
We have so many happy memories of meals
shared with or cooked by Elsie. Crumbed cutlets, roast lamb and lasagne were
her standards. Cooking wasn’t her strong point but she tried and our stomachs
were filled.
Elsie rejoiced at the births of her
great-grandchildren. When recently told that she had 12 Great-Grandchildren
Elsie couldn’t believe it. She always was thrilled to see the children but with
her failing memory wasn’t able to identify them. Her sharp wit remained with
her to the end, the kids enjoyed her humorous quips and comments (and her Favourites chocolates).
From a young age Elsie was an active
member of the broader community. She was a member of the Junior Red Cross in
Cobar, ANZAC House younger set as a young woman and in recent years an office bearer with the RSL Ladies Auxiliary, Probus and the War Widows Guild.
With a gregarious nature Elsie made many
friends over the years,Too many
for me to list. Three of those friendships that endured over eighty years were
with Mavis who went to school with her in Cobar, Roma who lived with the Duncan
family in Kensington, and Joan, wife of her brother Bill.
Elsie loved a celebration. On Victory in the Pacific Day, 15th August 1945, Mum went out into Martin Place in Sydney and danced in the crowd.
She was always happy to go for a ride, bike, car or bus, Elsie loved an outing.
Although she couldn’t drive Elsie was always up to be a passenger. She and her
sister Kath went driving and shopping nearly every Saturday until Kath stopped
driving.
After losing Allan in 2001 Elsie lived on
at Randwick for several years. When she decided it was time to move she took up
residence at RedleafApartments in Wahroonga. She loved the idea of being a North Shore lady and
enjoyed the social outings at Redleaf. She nearly ran me ragged on our
shopping trips for appropriate fashions. Wahroonga ladies didn’t shop at
Millers!
When she needed more care Elsie moved to the neighbouring hostel at Carise
Place where she had a happy and peaceful stay. As Mum’s dementia increased over
the past few years our roles reversed. I have watched her fade away but her
passing last week was still a shock. I am so grateful to the family for calling
us back from overseas so that we could say goodbye.
Hers wasn’t a remarkable life but it was a full life, Elsie’s focus was on her family.
Elsie’s spirit lives on through her descendants. We will cherish her
memory.