Great-great-grandmother’s cabin trunk

Toddler with cabin trunkLeo lifts the brass latches of the 100-year-old cabin trunk, opens the lid and climbs inside.  At 18 months old Leo is unaware that the trunk belonged to his great-great-grandmother Purthanry Thanes Mary Cutts. While he explores, I run my hands gently over the aged leather lid and embellished corners, allowing myself to daydream of luxurious travel aboard a grand cruise liner.

Toddler in cabin trunk I met Purthanry, my husband’s paternal grandmother when I was 30 and she was in her 80’s. Like the trunk, she had an aura of elegance and sophistication which I found somewhat intimidating even as she welcomed me warmly into the family. I was unaware of the trunk until after her death. Then I coveted it. The trunk is a precious family heirloom and a connection to my love of travel.  It took 20 years for Purthanry’s son Arthur, my father-in-law, to bestow care of the trunk to me. Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, he carefully loaded it into his car, drove from Nowra to Brisbane and delivered it.

A ticket to the “old country” and a cabin trunk

The cabin trunk, stamped in gold with Purthanry’s initials and surname, was a 21st birthday gift from her parents, Thomas and Mary Cutts. A return ticket for a sea voyage to the UK accompanied it. For Purthanry, born 3 May 1901, a Sydney girl of convict stock, the trip to the “old country”, England, would have been an exciting and expensive gift. The trunk and voyage marked her family’s success and status.

In 1836 at age 25, John Boden Yeates, Purthanry’s great-grandfather, was transported to Australia for seven years. He was found guilty of stealing a handkerchief from a gentleman’s pocket. The handkerchief was valued at one shilling, about a day’s wages.  He arrived in Australia as a manacled prisoner, yet Purthanry departed Australia, less than a hundred years later, as a poised and accomplished young woman.

We know little about the trip except that Purthanry, an only child, travelled to meet her uncle, Frank Cutts, in England. I imagine sharing afternoon tea with Purthanry. She would pour tea from a beautiful floral bone China teapot adding milk from a matching jug. Sitting at her dining room table she would answer all my questions. I long to know what she packed into that trunk and whether a chaperone accompanied her.

Looking through the mirror of the past

Wedding of Purthanry and Frank Moorhouse 1928Purthanry had returned home by 1928 when she married Frank Moorhouse at 27. Purthanry, a Girl Guide Captain, and her Guides, approached Frank at Mosman ferry wharf while selling tickets to a ball. Initially Frank refused the tickets as he did not have a partner, however, the resourceful Guides assured him they could organise the perfect date. Purthanry and Frank attended the ball together.

Toddler brushing hair and looking in dressing table mirrorThe couple moved to East Street, Nowra, living in a home they called Amaroho. Some of Purthanry’s first acquisitions were a beautiful dressing table and chamber pot commode cupboard which stayed with Purtharny until her death at 95. When I received the cabin trunk, my son and his English wife took possession of the dressing table and cupboard which are now part of Leo’s daily life. Arthur remembers his mother brushing her long hair at the dressing table. She always tied her hair up in a bun. Purthanry dressed formally with minimal makeup and never wore trousers or shorts.

Purthanry worked alongside Frank as he set up his business Moorhouse the Machinery Man. She had three sons, Owen, Arthur and Frank.  Arthur recalls her closest friends were single women, referred to as “old maids”. An Aboriginal housekeeper, Belle Brown cared for the family.

Purthanry dedicated her life to the community including the Girl Guides, Country Women’s Association, Red Cross, Crippled Children’s Association, Church of England, and as a Rotary wife (women were not allowed to be members at that time). In 1990 Purthanry received the Order of Australia for service to the community. She also received a Shoalhaven Citizen of the Year Award and the Paul Harris Fellowship Award for her contribution and dedication to Rotary.

Purthanry continued to travel, often to international Rotary conventions, albeit without her cabin trunk.

Where will life take you Leo?

Toddler sitting on cabin trunk

Postscript:

After I posted this blog I received further information from Owen Moorhouse, Purthanry’s oldest son who is now 95.

Dear Anne

Thanks for the travel trunk story (also called Cabin Trunk). The trunk took Mum to London by RMS Oronsay Passenger Liner, a 6-week trip.  She stayed with GrandPa Cutts’ sister, Aunt Polly. Aunt Polly was a trained nurse of the Florence Nightingale school.

Mum couldn’t have chosen a more disadvantaged time to visit Britain. Winston Churchill had recommended a return to the gold standard (a monetary system in which the value of a country’s currency is directly linked to gold) . This increased the value of £STG which devalued the £AU The £STG increase made British goods dearer which in turn put many out of work. Overall, it produced a difficult financial situation for colonial visitors.

Owen

Lycra, Prawns & Pinot

Cycling shouldn’t just be about sweat and spinning wheels across the pavement. We mamil’s (middle-aged men in lycra) are far more couth than that!

Prawns & Pinot

The idea of a Prawn and Pinot ride came to me last Easter, when I recognised that our favourite route not only included the parklands and foreshore of Moreton Bay, but went right past the moorings of the Moreton Bay prawn trawler fleet on Cabbage Tree Creek.

Since that time I have enjoyed the experience on three occasions. The latest was yesterday on Continue reading

One Fine Day We’ll Fly Away (and that day is now)

Do you ever have that moment when a song pops into your head and you can’t shake it?

I had that moment last night as I walked in the door at home after my second last day of work before running away. The song was Morcheeba’s “Rome Wasn’t Built In a Day”.

I can’t help think how appropriate the words of the song are for Anne and I.

“You and Me were meant to be, walking free in harmony, one fine day, we’ll fly away, don’t you know that Rome wasn’t built in a day.”

Well that fine day to run away is finally here! Its 5pm and we have just walked out the door at work for the very last time in six months.  It feels amazing!

I’m really looking forward to walking free in harmony……… Anne and I were meant to be, so lets go and build Rome together.

I hope you join us.

My Inner Road Rager

I’veP1060765_edited been cycling to work most days for  a year, a round trip of about 15 km, not bad for a 58 year old. It’s been a challenge for me. I’ve never enjoyed exercise but started leisure cycling when we moved to Brisbane  8 years ago. I’d enjoyed riding a bike as a kid so to me it was the least painful way to do some exercise.

On holiday in 2013 I was cycling with a group of women who were in their 70’s and they made it up the hills. I didn’t. This challenged me Continue reading

Honouring the Psychologist’s Chair


The Psychologists ChairThe psychologist’s chair is unassuming and a bit dirty. The grey fabric is the sort chosen by manufacturers when they know that a chair will get plenty of use and limited care. It’s not particularly comfortable and doesn’t invite you to linger or rest, but it is functional. For the last six years this chair has been my constant companion, and it has steadfastly held my clients as they have wept, grieved, fumed, hoped, planned, dreamed and laughed. Never once did it falter.

As I look at the empty chair, waiting patiently for the next client, I am reminded of the courage it takes to sit in that chair.  Of my brave clients who come to meet a stranger,  sit, share what hurts most and what they hold most precious. Then they to come back and do it again and again until the focus becomes the future, plans are made, change happens and laughter bubbles.

Thank you chair, I will miss you and your twin that I sit on.

Should I Stay or Should I Go?

It's a nice little office
It’s a nice little office

It’s a nice little office really, but I’ve spent the past 36 years in workplaces just like this – all quite nice, but am I happy and fulfilled? Not really! Words from the Clash song immediately come to mind – “Should I stay or should I go?”. Anne’s post has already answered that question. We have decided to run away together. Whilst it will be sad to leave the close friends I have made at work, a world of opportunity awaits….and let’s face it – its only for 6 months. Continue reading