|Project by LittleBlackDuck||posted 04-20-2017 03:29 AM||1136 views||0 times favorited||13 comments|
For all you who may have read some of my articles, know I rabbit on and this may be no different other than I do sincerely believe it is a touching tribute to a talented man and a little more worthy read than the others.
In 1949, I was born the son of a Hungarian fern cutter. We were poor, as there were no ferns in Hungary and the unemployment dole system was yet to be invented.
We escaped Hungary in 1956 when my old man was accused of pointing a loaded weapon at several country invading personnel and maybe taking the liberty of uncontrollably manipulating it’s trigger in a somewhat unorthodox fashion. Mum and I followed the fugitive across the border, and once I shed the tag of Dr. Dickie Kimble’s son, we eventually migrated to Australia, did the rounds of immigrations camps and finally settled in a country town in Victoria.
To eke out some additional income, the old-man used to make these “picture holders” that he sold for far too many shekels less than they should have been worth. The gallery pictures was his bread and butter (no pun intended) design, however, he also made a lot of heart shaped picture holder for all those tragics waiting for Valentine’s Day to be immortalised to the all us male’s regret.
I remember mum and I sitting over about 20-30 loaves of white bread, removing the crust and chewing the bread to a doughy consistency and spitting it out for the replacement of another slice of “raw” bread. Now back then blood alcohol meters were just a mere 40 years from invention, however, the old-man could detect incorrect spittle and bread consistency down to 5 microns and threatened us with incarceration if we didn’t rectify our masticating practices.
Anyway, the old-man took this doughy regurgitation and mixed it with some powdered colouring and rolled it out into various shapes. He also made a leaf template out of wood that he used to squeeze some green dough onto and cut around the edges to make and shape the leaves.
He then flattened a heap of pea sized red dough and formed them into the shape of a rose.
He then continued to roll out the “dough” shape and eventually let air dry for several weeks. I believe he may have applied some lacquer but being so young back then, I went to bed early so I didn’t see all he did (mum said… thankfully.. wink, wink).
I vaguely remember raiding our local farm barns for the straw he used to accentuate some of his patterns (and for our backyard chooks… hey we’re talking 1958-9… eggs still came out of chook bums and not neat packets). The old-mad got rid of all of his creations, except for this one in topic which was the first he made at that residence.
Somehow it followed me through drunken teenage parties, university, mid 1960’s Vietnam demonstrations (hey they offered free beer to all participants), many early job dismissals and my coming of age (not necessarily in that order). Just kidding… it was initially domiciled in my first marital residence in 1975. After that, it has followed me around since, taking a back seat somewhere in one of my display cabinets, closets and/or shelves.
Anyway, recently my missus asked me to reign in my dust-collectors and I came across this sad piece covered in glad wrap.
I removed the glad wrap
only to find this item covered in near 60 years of dust and bulging at the seams much like my midriff.
I had a closer look and admired the family with their deft use of blue-tac in attempts to prevent total deterioration and holding some of the flaking pieces together. However, this makeshift repair was only to the picture frame so I must admit the rest have stood the march of time… not too shabby for a couple of loaves of bread after 60+ years.
Oh yeah, that gorgeous gosling is a picture of this Ducky taken far too many years than I care (or can) remember.
You can detect the hair-pin if you look close… mothers never thought of the future back then… This world can be cruel.
For anyone interested, the timber used was “migrant camp reject” circa 1958. The old-man raided the camp’s rubbish tip for resources and carried it with him.
I have been spurred on to get off my rrrs and make a display cabinet for it. I really hope I can do it justice and post my results in a not too distant future.
Thanks for listening with your eyes.
PS. Everything was hand…. and TEETH made.
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