Treasurer`s FarewellA few years ago friends who knew me well looked very surprised when they heard that I had become the Society's Treasurer. Maybe they knew something about my ability with maths. As many of you will know, I decided that my time as Treasurer should come to an end. I gave my notice at the last Committee meeting and ended my time as your Treasurer at the end of August 2009. I would like to thank my husband John and my sister-in-law Marion Williams for all their help in checking my figures and preparing them for audit. My thanks also goes to Joan Millican, our honorary auditor, for her patience and help as I grappled with the audit each year. Good luck to Jim and Eileen who have taken over the post of Treasurer. Shirley Alabaster. To Contents
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Births Marriages DeathsBranch IIA: Colin Brian Alabaster, son of Herbert Sidney, died 3.09.2009, aged 70 Rosamund Alabaster, daughter of Mike and Kate, married Paschal McGuire in Stamford, on 12.09.2009 Branch IIIA: Branch IIIB: Branch IV: Mark Philip Harrison married Melissa Heather Lucas on 5 September 2009 at Edmonton Alberta. Mark is the son of Greg Harrison, gt grandson of Clara Rose Alabaster To ContentsIndia Office Search |
My Fatherby Peter AlabasterMy father's parents rented the whole of 109 Albion Drive (then known as Albion Road) in Dalston. It was a large house so Alfred and Alma sublet the upstairs to my maternal grandparents, William and Phoebe Line. My mother was born there on 13 December 1918 and Dad was born the following year. The Line family (Mum had 3 brothers) moved out in 1929 to their own house in the recently built St Helier Estate in Morden, Surrey, now the London Borough of Merton. In the war, 109 was bombed and destroyed. As far as I know, no one was killed and the Alabasters moved to nearby Amhurst Road. The two families obviously kept in touch because Mum and Dad married in 1941. They wanted their own place and eventually rented a prefab on Wormwood Scrubs Common (next to the prison) from 1946 to 1951. Compared to many houses at that time, the prefabs were luxurious. I still remember, at the age of 6, squeezing through a hole in the fence around our garden for a picnic on the Common with my brother Michael. In the days of Ration Books and little variety in the way of food, our picnic consisted of dry biscuits and water (but we were happy). Dad was in the RAF during the war, serving in Palestine as an aircraft instrument fitter and was demobbed soon after the end of the war. He bought a horse and cart with a friend and travelled around the streets selling fruit and veg. I have a photo of Mike and me, at about 5 years old, riding the horse together on the Common. Dad couldn't settle down to life as a civilian and, without telling Mum, he re-enlisted in the RAF. He was to posted to Seletar, near the sea in the north of Singapore in 1950 where he had a very different lifestyle. Because of the heat, he worked every other day and on his days off he built his own sailing boat. He called it Jassy after our dog. The following year he moved to Changi in the south of the island. We joined him and found ourselves living in a bungalow on an estate surrounded by rain forest and the sounds of monkeys, parrots and bullfrogs. We were there for almost two years and then returned to London. The prefab had been relet so we all moved in with Mum's parents in Morden. In a turnabout, the Alabasters were now living in the Lines' house. When reading the Chronicle and looking at all the photos many members have of their relatives from before the war and back to Victorian times, I regret that I have none. I assume they were all destroyed by that bomb. To ContentsUpdate on the Ancient William Alabaster BookSheelagh to Laraine: Dear Laraine - could you let the rest of the Committee know that I have just heard back from the Ruskin College, Oxford, student I mentioned at the last meeting. She is a William Alabaster enthusiast and I am forwarding her a copy of the book in the hope she might get to know of a translating scholar in the course of her own research. Her name is Felicity Roberts and she'll be working in London this coming year. She was an archivist at Ruskin last year and is great fun. I will keep you all posted as to her reaction when she has received the CD. From: Sheelagh Neuling Sent: 25 July 2009 13:04 To: Felicity Roberts Subject: alabaster, william From: Felicity Roberts To: 'Sheelagh Neuling' Sent: Friday, August 07, 2009 9:11 AM Subject: RE: alabaster, william Sheelagh to Felicity Hi Sheelagh - received the Alabaster CD safely yesterday, thank you! Will let you know of my progress soon. To Contents |
"I'm a Dutchman"...said our yachtsman from the last edition of the ChronicleJust a sample of e-mail exchanges from round the table in the editing suite for the Alabaster Chronicle. Laraine has included some of them in the Postbag this time, and reports that Jim has since died. (James Alabaster, son of Sidney Herbert, died 30. 07. 2009, aged 73) Understandably, the Outgoing Temporary Interim Supply Editor has now sharpened her very last blue pencil for this organ, but is exceedingly glad she was able to apologise to Jim in time. Jim Alabaster to Laraine Hake: I was intrigued to see "my" photograph in the latest Alabaster Chronicle. I'm a Dutchman! The photograph is Henk Wiekens, a local boat builder in Falmouth, originally from Holland. I doubt he will see it as he is unlikely to read the chronicle but it's not me! Laraine Hake to Jim Alabaster: I did not think it was you, but I am not the editor and it was not me who dealt with
putting your article in the Chronicle. Sheelagh to Laraine: no idea - sorry if any offence caused to the Dutchman. must have got the photo off the yachting article when I was editing it down from 96.5 pages. Sheelagh Alabaster (OTISE) to Jim Alabaster: Dear Dutchman Jim, I have looked into the mistaken identity matter. I am so sorry about it. It came from the article sent to me as a pdf of the yachting matters magazine - obviously they had a splendid photo of you, full page, but I was not able to copy that one. I naively took the smaller photos from the text. NONE OF THEM WAS CAPTIONED in any way at all, so I am not sure why he was in your celebratory interview article in the first place. Perhaps you'd like to e-mail me a fetching photo of yourself that I can shame-facedly use in the next chronicle together with a grovel when attempting to put matters right. I am sure many lady readers will have fallen for you on sight of the photo I included, so I hope there won't be too much disappointment. Sheelagh Alabaster to Laraine Hake: I have followed up the mix-up with Jim's photo and have written to him about it. I went back to the pdf file from the yachting magazine I had been given, and from which I distilled the article. There were lots of photos embedded in the article, and none of them had any captions, so I don't feel quite so stupid about assuming the good-looking genial chap was probably the Alabaster. To ContentsAlabaster Arms ... Embroideredby Patricia AlabasterIt's been done in trifle (see below), now see it in cross-stitchA computer-designed coat of arms executed in embroidery by Patricia Alabaster
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