Friday, June 17, 2016

A family treasure: Belgian crystal set


The excerpt is from a letter to my Mum dated August 13, 1945. My Dad began writing it by hand at his post in Utrecht, and finished it later that day on the typewriter (he said it was faster to type than write). It's #164; they numbered all the airmail and "ordinary" letters back and forth--although Mum often lost track.
On Wednesday, August 8, he and a friend went to Brussels, where his brother Jim was stationed, and then on the weekend, Doug and Jim went to Ghent to see Jim's fiancée, Betty, and her family. It was in Ghent that he did the shopping.



As of June, 2016, I have the decanter and 3 of the glasses, and have started to use them often.

 How much was 1350 Belgian francs worth in August 1945? I'm not exactly sure, but their supper at the Canada Club (probably subsidized for servicemen) cost 20 francs. My research and calculations show the amount was worth about $30 (US) at the time, which would be equivalent to about $400 now. Definitely a purchase you'd want to think over for a while.
 The postwar Belgian authorities aimed to maintain an exchange rate of 176.6 francs to the pound sterling, and 43.70 francs to the U.S. dollar. (http://encyclopedia-of-money.blogspot.ca/2010/01/belgian-monetary-reform-19441945.html)
How Much things cost in 1945 Average Cost of new house $4.600.00 Average wages per year $2,400.00 Cost of a gallon of Gas15 cents Average Cost for house rent $60.00 per month Girls Dolls House $3.19 Average Cost New Car $1,020.00 Ladies Fur Coat $70.00 Men's Shirt $2.50 Portable Typewriter $68.37 (http://www.thepeoplehistory.com/1945.html)


Friday, October 5, 2012

My Dad joins up for the War


My father, Douglas George Varty, was born on July 17, 1911, in Toronto, Ontario. This is the story of his wartime service as recorded in the Canadian army’s archives, now held by Public Archives Canada.

Joining Up:

According to the “Enrolment Form”, Doug signed up for the Canadian armed forces on August 5, 1942 at the District Depot in London, Ontario.   He gave his address as 527 Quebec Street, London, which was Audrey’s family home. He and Audrey were married in December 1941. There is a second form, the “Attestation Paper” (Active Formations and Units of the Canadian Army), that he signed on August 133, 1942. On that form he gave his address as 30 Ellis St. E, Apt. 5, Windsor, Ontario, so we may assume that they were in the process of moving to London at the time he signed up.

He was described as being 5 feet, 8 1/2 inches tall, weighing 144 pounds, with blue eyes, brown hair and a fair complexion. His only identifying mark was an appendectomy scar. He was classified by the Medical Board in the A1 medical category, and his religious denomination was shown as Church of England (this item is repeated many times).

On both these forms plus the first Record of Service, his Trade, Occupation or Calling was listed as “purchasing agent”.  The Record of Service

He had previously been in the Reserves (Canadian Fusiliers) from April to November 1940. His preference was for the Army Clerks Corps.

His Regimental Number, through which he was tracked during his career, was A.103951. His Regimental Number also appears as A-602210, which may have been from his time in the Reserves.

He swore and signed the following oath:

I, Douglas George Varty, do sincerely promise and swear (or solemnly declare) that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to His Majesty.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Furniture of the House, Part 2


When we bought the house at 134 Caroline Avenue in 1974, there were some odd bits of furniture that came along. Others we added over the years, from various sources.
The largest is the cabinet in the living room. It was in the basement and painted old-fashioned-kitchen green, pink and cream. It is quite old, as you can tell by the dovetailing and lack of nails. We started stripping it, because from the inside the wood looked fine and solid. It turned out to be a huge job, and with two little kids running around, not one I could get to very easily. But Fortune (and Marek) sent us a young Polish student to stay for a few weeks, and we employed him as a stripper. It was gunky work, and the undercoat was black, but finally it came clean. I oiled it; Neil adjusted the shelves (including cutting out a section at the back) and it has served as our music cupboard ever since. It went to France with us (second stage) and returned in good shape. Music technology has changed since the 1970s, but it still holds our vinyl LPs, some 45s, cassettes and CDs, as well as the CD player I won in a raffle back in the 1980s, and the radio tuner, of course.
The other very visible item that came with the house was a wooden trunk, which has held our board games for decades. It did not need stripping, and is lovely old wood. We think it was a tradesman’s tool box, because there are grooves and inset open drawers. There was a key, and it fit into a slot on the top, which was originally covered with a leather patch. The initials “PP” are on the side near the handles. The lid split at the hinges back in France, so opening and shutting it is not simple, because the lid is so heavy. Once, in France, a mouse died under the trunk, on the heated floor!
Another trunk that came with the house is a simple green one that I use for storing craft supplies (mostly antique now) under my sewing desk. Its top is split, too.
One of the first pieces we added was the oak buffet. I bought it at a second-hand store in Hintonburg and stripped the dark old finish. I remember it being easy to work with, since it was so square and such hard wood. It has served as a bar cabinet and and holds table linens and good silver. Now it holds some of my bell collection above the mirror.
The china cabinet was another purchase, this time from an antique shop in the Glebe. I love its oak and glass, and it does do a fine job of displaying our “good” china and glassware. It travelled to France and back, and had one move there, too, with no disasters.
I bought the other cabinet (now in the large bedroom on the second floor) at an Ottawa South antique store, run by a man we knew. It has been a bar and a linen chest, and it held up a very large mirror for quite a while, both in France and at home. It had a shelf, but it seems to have gone missing. The house in Ferney had lower ceilings, so the mirror could not hang above the cabinet, but had to rest on it. The mirror was bought new, back in the 1980s, at a furniture store that briefly occupied the location where St Vincent is now. It has been in the upstairs bathroom for several years now.
Finally, the two hall seats have stories of their own. The small one, a settee, came with the cottage at Farren Lake and we used it there for a while, but replaced it with the large wicker couch from Bayfield. Then it sat on the front porch on Caroline. I tried stripping it, but it was stubborn and I ended up painting it white.  We left it behind when we went to France, but when we came back, 8 years later, we found it—worse for wear—in the back yard. Its stubbornness had saved it, I suppose. Finally, I stripped it properly, but discovered that it was made of many pieces of very hard wood. It was like a jigsaw puzzle! Craig attempted to put it together, but in the end, I sent it to a professional furniture restorer, who brought it back to life.
The tall hall seat was found at a flea market by our friends John and Dorothy Kralt. When they got it home they realized they didn’t really have a hall for it to inhabit, so they passed it on to us. It has never been repaired or refinished, and does an admirable job of holding hats, umbrellas, guest coats and outgoing mail, and whatever else comes by. We had hallways for it to grace in France as well.

Furniture of the Mind or Furniture of the House?


My mother, Audrey, when she was in her 80s and 90s, used to say that one reason she was still happy, alert, and making new friends at her age, was that she had a lot of furniture of the mind.  By this she meant that she had read a lot of books, listened carefully to lectures and television documentaries, and thought a lot about philosophy and life: Life with a capital L, that is.
But she also was quite attached to furniture of the house, and she passed that affection, and a lot of the furniture itself, on to me.
I have been thinking of the inventory of the furniture she left me, and the other pieces I have had from here and there, and thought it would be a good jumping-off place for a ramble down memory lane.

One of the most important pieces of furniture is The Desk.  It was important to my mother and father, as it was one of the first pieces they acquired when setting up their household. There are a few pictures of Mum seated at the desk, writing to her husband Doug (Sr.), who was overseas in England for nearly 5 years during and after The War (World War II).  It was also the desk I used as a university student, reading books with tiny print and sketching out essays as best I could. (I had the downstairs bedroom at 701 Leroy, once we stopped having boarders).  It is in my house now, at 134 Caroline, and used to store odd objects. For Mum, it was her everyday filing spot. There are “secret” compartments where important things (small ones) can be stashed. It is a well-designed piece of furniture, and even comes apart for transport, which is handy.  The upper shelves are glassed for displays, and at the moment they hold some of my Dad’s and grandfather’s trophies and a lovely silver flask, and some other treasures.
Of course, a desk is nothing without a Chair. The Chair is at my house, too, but not right against the desk, because of space.  But it does fit well under the desk, and I spent many hours studying in it when I was younger. Now it makes a good place to rest, read mail, wait for others, or put shoes on. There were two chairs like this, and when I was young, they were upholstered in yellow, but at some point they became blue, and unfortunately, they became separated. Mum sold one of the pair to her Bayfield neighbor, Mrs. Reddick. I was sad, because I thought they belonged together.
The most “famous” piece of furniture is Tea Wagon. He has had a whole book written about him and he has been cherished by generations of children, even before he became magic (or before we knew about his magic). As far as I know his story, he was a wedding present to my Varty grandparents, Trixie and George, in the early 1900s.  His rich mahogany finish (to match his rich mahogany voice, of course) became black with the years, and Mum had him refinished sometime in the 1990s. He is paler now, but more sturdy than when he stayed with us in the 1980s. His wheels are firmly attached, and his wings flap out reliably. His “secret” drawer is still available. In the stories, it carries many useful items, but in real life that is where Mum kept her cash. For now, Tea Wagon sits quietly in my inglenook (or music room) but  I hope he will continue to venture far afield in our imaginations (with Kevin or Rachel or Bea or Cole or Mary Ann or Laura ensconced on the lower shelf and Mrs. Chipmunk riding high, giving rhyming directions).

“Laura’s Red Room”, or the upstairs guest room, now holds quite a few of the family furniture treasures. Primarily, there are the twin beds which, according to family lore, my Dad made in his father’s factory, the National Radio Cabinet Company. They are an odd size, which means getting custom mattresses for them every time, but they are lovely and sturdy. Over the years, their original box springs have been traded for wooden slats and thicker mattresses, and there is a sticker on one that seems impossible to remove. (It came, I think, from Alexander’s House of Staples one Hallowe’en.) It has been there since Rachel shared the room and the beds with either Kevin or Mary Ann. I slept in those beds as a child, at 701 Leroy, and shared a room with my grandmother, Babe, for several years on weekends, and later, all the time.
The other treasure in that room is the Mirrored Vanity from my Granny Varty’s house at 107 Lytton Boulevard.  It was in the unused master bedroom (used by my parents when we visited) and was part of a larger set, with Vs carved into the fronts of the bed and dresser. I had the bed but it fell apart from old age. The 3-part mirror always fascinated me as a child. It was so amazing to tilt the wings around and see one’s own back and sides!  I have the dresser set (brush, mirror, hairbrush, comb and button hook) that always rested on the vanity’s shelf.  It is not a useful piece of furniture, as it takes up a lot of space in a house with small rooms, but the mirrors are still magical to me.
Another piece of special furniture is the large Dresser now residing in our basement guest room. For years it served as my Mum’s dining-room sideboard or buffet, where she kept tablecloths, candles, albums, important papers, and many other things. I think it once belonged to my grandparents or great-grandparents on the Dalrymple side, but certainly it was already old when my Dad got his hands on it. He decided to modernize it, taking off the columns at the front and giving it a plainer aspect. Still, it was and is a massive piece of wood. Our friends Graham and Judy have a similar piece, in original condition. Mum seemed always to be cross that Dad “mutilated” it, but it is still large and useful and attractive.
In the basement, at the moment, is the piece I call the Trefoil Table. It was at the cottage in Bayfield, and I took it upon myself to refinish it, in the summer of 1964. I was working on it when I met Neil. Unfortunately, I had to remove the broken bits of metallic edging, and one of the glass-ball feet is lost forever.
One thing we don’t have in our house that belongs in this inventory is the Piano. It was built by Mason & Risch in 1923, so it is the same age as our house. It was bought second-hand by the Collishaws when Neil was old enough to take piano lessons. All the siblings practiced on it, especially Ruth Ann, who became quite good. Once Ruth Ann left home, my Mum bought it from the Collishaws and had it shipped up to Ottawa, where it fit perfectly into our Music Room. Rachel, Kevin and Mary Ann practised on it, and visitors sometimes tickled the old ivories, too. It had a cracked soundboard, but since it was an upright grand, it still had lots of power. When we moved to France, we left it behind—the posting was only for 2 years—in the care of tenants. When it became apparent that we would be staying away longer and we should and could have the rest of our “effects”, the piano joined us in Echenevex, in the big white house. There it was a centerpiece and Laura learned to play. It was there that we discovered its age, because the piano tuner had a book listing all the pianos made in North America by serial number! It was difficult to move to Ferney when we renovated our own house there, but it found a spot in the basement, quite happily, and later made the move back to Ottawa, back to 134 Caroline. But no one played it anymore, so it moved to Rachel’s house on Sims Avenue, where Beatrix practised her lessons and grandfather Keith could make it ring at times. But when Bea gave up the piano, The Piano moved across the road to friends, where it makes music to this day.
Aside from the Piano, the Collishaws also supplied one of my favourite family pieces, the bookcase that now sits in the sunroom at home. It was a paint shelf in the basement at 29 Empress, and Neil rescued it for our first apartment in London. We gave it a heavy coat of stained, dark varnish and it has served us very well all these years.
Besides the items above, there is a photographic portrait of my great-grandmother, Mary Jane Trothen Dalrymple, in a frame that was once damaged in the floods at 701 Leroy, and a round mirror that Mum had, which I always liked. And of course, her paintings, which are numerous.
There is one more bit of furniture with a family connection: The Radio. In our bedroom I have an old Stromberg-Carlson table radio in a fancy wooden case, and it is marked with the initials NRC, for National Radio Cabinet. Mum bought it from a neighbor on Leroy, so we can’t say it is a real family antique, but it is related. It has vacuum tubes and we used to use it as our regular radio, before the CBC and most stations switched to the FM band. It gets short wave (theoretically) and AM, but predates FM. For quite a while, I used to listen to the Oldies station, 1310, on the old radio, but the station went to all news and the tubes are getting weaker.
At the cottage, I have a few more family furnishings. For a long time, over 30 years, I have had the wicker couch from our Bayfield cottage. I believe it “came with” that cottage when Babe bought it in the 1920s; it certainly is that old. I used to sleep on it as a child, when a spare bed was needed. It was (and is) a little hard, but just the right size for a short person.  When we brought it to the cottage, I recovered the cushions in red and painted the wicker grey. I had the rocker that went with it for many years, as well, but it succumbed to age and had to go. When Babe used it at the cottage, she always had a big, round cushion behind her, because she was much shorter than me. She sat in it while we played 2-handed euchre or cribbage. It had odd rockers, and tall people had a tendency to tip over backwards.
Now I also have two wicker chairs that came from 107 Lytton, my Granny Trixie’s house. One is low and always sat in a corner of the kitchen. The other is a platform rocker that belonged in the upstairs sun porch. Mum had both of them for many years, and some other pieces that have found good homes.
Cousin Doris Nicholls gave Mum 3 wooden chairs, the dining-table sort, which had some connection to her mother, Aunt Allie, in Bayfield. Mum never knew what to do with them and stored them in a closet, but they ended up at our cottage as spare chairs.
Some of the old furniture in our lives was purchased at antique stores, flea markets and, of course, St Vincent de Paul, and some “just appeared”.