Penniedarling

Several people have asked me where my 'swear' word 'PoopootoShirley' comes from so here's the story.

My Great Aunt Nancy aka Cranky and my cousin Suse travelled the world from 1957 to 1962, Cranky sent me and my siblings lots and lots of postcards from many different countries, 10 years ago I scanned these 320 postcards and put them into a Blog which has been archived by Trove.

The Story.

Cranky and Sue were staying in London and one day while on the top deck of a Double Decker Bus driving down Regent Street they saw a young woman very nicely dressed skipping along singing PoopootoShirley, PoopootoShirley, PoopootoShirley and lifting her skirt up and over her head each time.

We have no idea who the woman was or who Shirley was but I do love the story and 'PoopootoShirley' has been in our families vocab for more than 60 years.

Here's three of those 320 postcards below.

Cranky and friend Millicent sitting beside with Sue opposite in Rome.Switzerland. 

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From 1957 to 1962 my Great Aunt Cranky travelled around the world sending me and my siblings many many postcards, several of which she had made using photos of herself, her friend Mills and our cousin Susan.

Cranky and Susan.
Cranky and Mills.
Cranky, Mills and Susan.

320 of the Postcards I've put into a Blog which has been archived in Trove, I know this isn't all the Postcards Cranky sent us some were lost with our own moving around from Army Camp to Army Camp.

https://postcardsfromauntycranky.blogspot.com/

 

Labels: 7/2022PAD, Cranky, Postcards, Susan

 Well it is my worst swear word so I hope you don't mind...

PoopootoShirley.

This word came into our family way back in about 1957 with a story our Great Aunt Nancy told us about the time she and our cousin Sue were travelling on the top floor of a Double Decker bus through Piccadilly in London.

On the street below they noticed a largish young woman skipping along and lifting her skirt above her head every now then while Kicking up her Legs... and singing...  

- PoopootoShirley - PoopootoShirley - PoopootoShirley - PoopootoShirley - PoopootoShirley -

We will never know the story here, one can only speculate.

Nancy (aka Cranky) and Sue in Switzerland.

Labels: 2/2022PAD, Cranky, Sue Brown

Our beautiful first born, Nerys.




Nick and his family.

My Great Aunt Nancy, aka Cranky.
In Sydney with my mum Rosie and Aunt Pam behind.
On one of her many overseas travels with my cousin sue
 

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My Great Aunt Nancy, aka Cranky was my Maternal Grandmother Mama's young sister.  Cranky married John Watson and they lived at Wollogorang.  Cranky spent about seven years traveling the world, from 1957 to 1962 and sending the most wonderful postcards to us kids that I have scanned and put into a Blog which has been archived in Trove.    http://postcardsfromauntycranky.blogspot.com/

While visiting London Cranky and my cousin Sue were on the top of a Double Decker bus driving though Chelsea when they saw a rather large woman skipping along the path singing at the top of her voice while she lifted her skirt up over her head and singing... PoopootoShirley...  PoopootoShirley... PoopootoShirley... This word is often used by myself to this day.

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I am making some small quilts for a couple of Great Nieces and I started thinking... how old was I when I became a Great Aunt?  I was almost 65.  

My youngest brother Nick was a Great Uncle to Jackson at 44yrs, brother Tim was 54.

Then I had to see how old my Great Aunts and Uncles were when they had a Great Niece, well Penniedarling really.

My Great Aunt Nancy, aka Cranky, was only 37 when I was born, but I'm sure she would have been a Great before 37.

My Great Aunt Ella was 64yo when I was born.

My Great Uncle Brent was 45 when I was born.

By the look of it, everyone was a Great Aunt or Uncle before me... okay I'm stopping now 😉

 

Labels: Brent Rodd, Cranky, Ella Rodd, Pennie

 PooPooToShirley

 

This word came into my families vocab in the late 1950's.  Our Great Aunt Nancy aka Cranky was a great traveller and not only did she send us kids 100's of postcards from all the different countries she visited she would tell us stories of her experiences when she was home in Aus and this one is the best... well in my honest opinion. 

Cranky and our cousin Sue were on the top deck of a Double Decker bus driving down Park Lane, London when they saw a youngish rather large woman skipping along singing... PooPooToShirley, PooPooToShirley, PooPooToShirley, PooPooToShirley, 

and at the same time lifting her skirts up way above her head. 

I've always loved this story and this word has become one of my most common and favourites. The blog I put together of these 320 Postcards has been archived by the National Library

Postcards from Aunty Cranky

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Grateful to have such a wonderful Great Aunt like my Aunty Granky!

Aunty Cranky was my mothers Aunt Nancy, she and my Great Uncle John lived and ran 'Wollogorang' sheep station, it was John who nicknamed his wife 'Cranky' because when he first met her she was a Cranky Nurse so that's what she was known as down on the farm... but not to my family, she was Nancy to them.

Not only was Aunty Cranky most welcoming on our stays at Wollogorang she was very generous.  Cranky bought me so many books, I loved reading as a child and a teen and she supplied me with so many books, most of which I still have... must look them out!

When Cranky visited us at her sisters home in Strathfield, my Mama and Poppa's home, she would take me into the city as a treat, buy me more books and best of all Afternoon Tea at David Jones or somewhere just as posh.

Cranky travelled a lot sending me and my siblings lots of postcards some of which were photos of her, her friend Mills and my cousin Sue.
 Venice.
 Switzerland.
 Snapped in Sydney by a street photographer, Cranky my mum Rosie and in the middle at back my Aunt Pam.
 France.

And below... at Wollogorang with friend Randy.
A few years ago I scanned all those 320 postcards Cranky sent and put them on a Blog that has been archived by the National Library of Australia.    http://postcardsfromauntycranky.blogspot.com/

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Just love that Hat Aunty Cranky, and Rosie's as well... actually I'm loving Rosie's glasses.

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This Blog I'm doing of my Great Aunt Cranky's postcards is incomplete...

I should stop doing Photo a Day Challenge's and get on with the Postcards.  I have about 200 to 300 postcards sent to myself and some to my siblings in the mid 1950's to the early 1960's from all over the world.  This is a Postcard of a photo of  Cranky with my Cousin Sue in Switzerland.

I have posted over 130 Postcards so far... so I'm halfway there.

Check them out here...  Postcards from Aunty Cranky.

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I've been posting some of my Great Aunt Cranky's postcards on the Blog I've set up for these 300 postcards received in the 1950/60's... and I came across this one, see below what I've posted.



Dear Pen,

     We have about 5 hours here, tried to get in touch with Tony (my uncle) but couldn't.  How did the Spook raising* go?

     Love Nan

* I was 16 years old now and getting into Seance's, I loved them as did my friends.  There are two I remember best, one was in 1961 when one of my friends asked who would win the Melbourne Cup.  I wasn't into Horse racing then or now really but I do remember Lord Fury was spelled out... how could we forget that Seance! Lord Fury did win but none of us were old enough or trusting enough to put money on him.  
The second was a couple of years later and I asked who I would marry, I was going out with a David Furley at the time... David was spelled out, then the glass went to the F but then went to the G, then the F and then the G and it seemed to be angry so I don't know if I was pushing it towards the F or not!  

I hadn't met David Griffiths then...  Spooky eh!   I haven't done a Seance since......  I wonder why  LOL



Where you ever into Seances????  

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