Cousin Bruce

Cousin Bruce rang me last Friday night. He's going on a six week holiday to Russia. Moscow and a trip on the river to St Petersburg, I think he said. Good luck to him. I have very little desire to go anywhere as a tourist but yes Russia, I would like to go there.

One of the good things about blogging, for me, over the years I have been doing this, is the contacts I have had from people from my past who I think, unless I blogged, I never would have heard from again. Somehow Bruce came across my blog. We have exchanged a few communiques by way of email and Facebook, and now, tired as I am, I bring myself to desk to tell  my friends of Bruce my cousin who is the son of my mother's oldest brother Ted (of two), who is 65 this year, in fact I believe his birthday is in three days and I must remember to give him my best wishes for that on Facebook where I heard of it.

We have a strong connection, Bruce and I. We share the same grandparents, Edgar and Annie Wilson. Edgar was born in 1893 and Annie, nee Pitt, in 1897. Edgar, if I'm correct, died in 1957 or 58. I have vague memory of him sitting in a chair in his house in Ashburton. I was scared of him, he was huge and old. He smiled and tried to befriend me, but I had none of it. As he died when I wsa young I have always regretted this. I wish he had lived longer and I had got to know him. From what I have learned of him, he was a great man. Nanna Wilson i knew so very well. We spent a lot of time with her as children and she came to our house in Mt Waverley every Tuesday, by train 4 stations from Darling station to Mt waverley when we were kids and did our family's ironing. When we were young she was there when we came home from school and later she left before we got home and always left a packet of fruit tingles for each of us on top of the fridge which we as kids looked forward to enormously when we came home from school. This went on for years as Elvie worked in her florist shop and was not at home when we came home. Later Nanna Wilson came to live with Elvie at Chamomomile Farm in 1973 so we knew her very well till she died in 1996 aged 99.

Elvie's brother Ted was married to Alma and they had two boys, Bruce and Colin, and later a daughter Rhonda a few years younger than me. Colin I think is is one year older than me. They lived in East Malvern, about ten minutes away from us at Mt Waverley by car, but the families had little to do with each other growing up in the 1950's and 60's. I think the boys were quite academic, Melbourne High school ? and Colin became a teacher. Bruce was called up for National Service in 1969 and did a term in Vietnam with the Transport Corps.

As cousins we have never had a close affinity nor much to do with each other. I may have seen them once or twice in forty years, perhaps at Ted or/ and Almas funeral some ten or more years ago. Ted and Alma visited us regularly at Chamomile Farm through the 80's and 90's and I got to know them better and liked them a lot. Ted was a tall man as was his father, as is Bruce. I missed that gene, which would have made me a ruckman.

I am pleased that Bruce has contacted. He has purchased a memorial tile from the RSL for our grandfather Edgar as a returned soldier of WW1, to commemorate the centenary of ANZAC next year, and wants us all to together at Edgar's grave in Box Hill to put the tile on Edgar's headstone. What a wonderful idea, and a graet way for the family to get together and restore ties after so many years of disassociation.

Well done Bruce, who didn't know my father Lyle had died 7 years ago till he read my blog. I apologized that I had not told him.