Dog Quote: ‘Love is…….wet noses, sloppy kisses, wagging tails!’
Word of the week: Tricks; a skillful act performed for entertainment or amusement. "he did conjuring tricks for his daughters" Synonyms: Feat, stunt
Aunty Gwendoline ‘Molly’ Ormerod – About to celebrate her 99th birthday November 13th and as always proudly reminded that her birth was 2 days after the WW1 finished in 1918. Molly is my Grandma Muriel’s eldest sister. With loving memories of her father John ‘Tiny’ Williams, WW1 soldier in the 5th Battalion, Gallipoli, transferred to France not long after (Distinguished conduct medal awarded and Later in life WW2 Veteran, Bar to distinguished conduct medal and Victory medal awarded), Molly recalls her upbringing from England to Australia. An injury caused John to be sent to Bristol England to recover. It was here John was reunited with his sweetheart Gwen, who he met years before as the girl working next door to their family farm Victoria Australia.
During John’s recovery in England he and Gwen married. John returning to the army then took on a different role as a truck driver and left for France supporting the war efforts once again. November 11th 1918 WW1 was over and once again John soon joined his wife and new baby Molly. At 6 months old Molly’s father made the decision to move to Australia to start their new lives in, Quambatook Victoria Australia. This rough rural setting to grow up in gave Molly the gusto she still exudes today.
The eldest of seven siblings, Phillis, Joan, Jock, Muriel (my Grandmother), Arthur and Vera. Affectionately referred as ‘Molly’ due to the over use of the name Gwendoline within the family; Molly’s mother was also a Gwendoline followed by Molly’s late daughter referred to as ‘Gweny’.
My memories growing up of Molly were associated with Expo 88 as she lived in Highgate Hill on Chermside St, perfect for parking and walking to the Expo. The house was pretty dilapidated as I recall with holes in the floors and walls in places from white ants or rotting wood, no back staircase to the back yard, just a door you hoped not to fall from. Molly is the widowed wife of Bill Ormerod who passed decades before I was ever a functioning mass of cells. This left the house, let’s say, with a few questionable rooms.
My Grandad Arthur Watson would visit and fix as much as he was allowed to, Molly was a very humble, independent woman so to have someone looking out for her safety sometimes translated as her sense of receiving hand-outs from people. Fast forward 3 decades and Molly is still very independent, quick whited and feisty.
Although now in a nursing home, close to where I live, with signs dementia there are still so many stories of her up-bringing in rural Victoria Quambatook, fondly remembered as the ‘Mallee’, that she shares with anyone who will take the time to listen. My favourite stories are about her ‘Daddy’ A World War One solider ……….. Williams. The adoration of her father is something I’m glad I can share and the way Molly’s eyes light up as she recalls some really treasured memories is something I hope to conjure when I’m at a ripened age.
Another favourite story Molly tells involves riding her horse Trixie into the dam on their property for a wash after a big day pulling them in the gig to town for necessities. My niece Ashlee asked if I would go horse riding with her in Vanuatu and after riding across a mountainous shore line we finished the ride by taking our horses for a swim in the ocean, it felt magnificent, I can only imagine what it would be like to do that on a weekly basis with my own horse, I’m not sure my niece felt the same. Molly is very cheeky and happy to admit she would still prefer to have a male visitor rather than most people. If you can’t be honest at that age, when can you be?
Molly will always be one of my living legends, who is your living legend?
Thank you for reading, Join me next time,
xox Bec Mc