#Canowi

[joylessorbit]

Name: Canowi Nesmuk (64)

Hemocaste: Sap (between Lime and Olive)

Classpect: not sure yet/Wip

Age: 7.8 sweeps (about 17 in human years)

Pronouns: They/Them/Theirs

Height: 5'8

Lusus: Antlion

(This'll be more in the hiveswap style)

Uses knives as a love language

Has a collection of Legs and masks

"Queros?"

Matesprit: N/A

Moirail: N/A

Auspistice: N/A

Kismesis: A fuchsia who I haven't named yet

[suffrageinstitchesnz]

Maker’s name: Kathryn Hill

Petition sheet number: 226

Person honouring: Mary Dora Ballantyne

Relationship to maker: Great-great-grandmother

Mary Dora Ballantyne (known as Dora) was a member of the Women's Christian Temperance Union (WCTU) and in 1894 was elected President of the Christchurch Branch. 

She was an extremely capable and practical woman who often convened the committees that ran the union's tea and coffee rooms, and their annual temperance booth at the Agricultural and Pastoral Show. After the 1896 show, a WCTU report commented on Mrs Ballantyne's leadership. She had been in charge of about 80 helpers on the last day at the show: “At the head of this indefatigable band, who worked steadily and skilfully, was Mrs Ballantyne, our hard-working President. We believe that had Mrs Ballantyne the providing of an army with stores, she would be equal to such an undertaking: and with all the boasted superiority of men in the matter of finance, there cannot be many who would surpass her in that department.”

Born in Shrewsbury, England in 1844, Dora Deakin married Thomas Ballantyne in Adelaide at the age of 21. They had eight children. Thomas was a successful businessman and on their arrival in New Zealand in 1883 he bought Canowie, a 60-acre farm in Upper Riccarton. 

Just a year later, he was killed in an accident while trying out a new buggy. Dora and her children stayed on at Canowie, and were actively involved in the Upper Riccarton Methodist Church, hosting garden parties and picnics at the farm. In later life Dora lived in Clyde Road, Christchurch. She died in 1914.

Panel materials: Existing materials – quilting fabric and thread.

Unique ID number: VRS.2019.234

[dreamilytenacioussublime-blog]

While everything is fresh in my mind from yesterday, I must write my notes. More and more I feel I must be doing these challenges to challenge myself. My post from through the week I showed you all I had found the map to property.

When we hit the road yesterday, we talked about it, I had a rough idea where I was going having travelled those roads nearly all my life. The names of the towns, I could rattle them off after years of travel.

We went through Whyte Yarcowie, on the way to Peterborough, we were so close and never have really seen my Grandparents graves, to my surprise all unmarked graves were now marked. I had the grave numbers, but there were no maps to directions so there was a bit of time taken. Time was starting to make me feel a little anxious, but determined to find the graves we plodded on. Then joy I found them.

Time for a bit of lunch and move along. It is becoming quite a journey, but I am doing something I feel I am meant to be doing.

We stopped at Whyte Yarowie on the way back, went into the hotel to ask directions, Oh! That was so scary and yucky. A country Pub on the edge of the desert, not aired out. We did get a little knowledge though, young lads showed us the need to go back through Peterborough and too Yongala.

Arriving in Yongala, I felt bewildered and lost, but I knew within myself I was in the right place, I had been told, my Grandmother was a midwife in the area, or acted as one. During a time when medical help was not at the push of a button, it was days away. Yongala is on the edge of the desert. Yongala Hall pictures from Google as time was against us. 

About 10kilometres south of Peterborough. Stopping at Yongala Hall there is a historic wall dedicated to original settlers, we were running out of daylight. It was amazing to see and feel the passion of an almost deserted town. We went across the road two brave women walking into an Aussie country Pub, asking directions to section 498. We were directed to Dennis the Author of “Fading Footsteps”, there are so many fading footstep in the country of South Australia. Dennis was so helpful bringing out original maps of the area. I have been totally taken a back by the helpful advice, people eager to help in my search. After being sure of where we were going, or almost sure, we thanked him and left. You may say these images could be anywhere, but at the moment it is drought in Australia and South Australia is as affected as well.

We followed the stock route, he directed us too, it was scary as we were eager to get back and of the road before dusk. The Kangaroos hit the road at dusk and it becomes dangerous to be on the road, actually it was on the Canowie belt road, luscious productive land, the ruins were in a clump of trees, I never had the time to change lenses, happy just to see the land and get photos. Time was pressing us, so much success in one day.

Eight hours and 481 kilometres in one day amazing.

(c)bjsscribbles

Fading footsteps of a time gone by While everything is fresh in my mind from yesterday, I must write my notes. More and more I feel I must be doing these challenges to challenge myself.