Today is my sister Cat's birthday. This shouldn't really be a surprise to anyone though, as she has been telling us for days that it was coming. I must admit though that after all these years of her always having a birthday in February, and only 2 days after my son's, this year I got all confused and wondered if it was really January! I had to ask my mother - the woman who one year forgot it altogether!
She was probably a little disappointed with her gift from me - a gift certificate from the ABC Shop (like shopping through PBS) – our father's favourite shop. It is basically akin to suggesting one has entered the realm of daggy middle age-dom.
Last night I had a quick search for old photos of Cat – I was looking for embarrassing type shots but then I thought of the reciprocal effect - she must have some pretty funny ones of me.
Cat is the keeper of our early childhood photos so I don't have many from her first few years. I have quite a few photos of her from the 70's and early 80's but then we started having children and the lens was turned more often onto babies and kids.
This one was taken in 1965 – I was the photographer. We are on our annual summer vacation to Sydney. Because we had driven many, many, very uncomfortable hours from the country to get to this holiday we went to the beach no matter what the weather was like.
This is later - I think probably around 1968-69 - there I am in a hideous yellow number. Poor little Cat is in something that both myself and our other sister had worn before her.
This one is labelled 1975 but I think it might be a year or so earlier than that – I love the red and blue combination. Even her pale blue socks match the shirt and have little red or orange things on them.
Now this was not a camping trip - it was a recreated gold prospecting tourist village in a small country town called Forbes. My family did not go on camping trips – my mother would never be talked into thinking she would find sleeping in a tent an enjoyable experience – I'm pretty sure my father never even suggested such a thing. And, I was always secretly pleased that we did not indulge in this past-time when I heard stories of ants in food and tents blowing away in strong winds.
This one is certainly from the end of 1975 as this is my senior school uniform and that was my last year of school – I don't know what's going on with my hair at the front. Our middle sister is in the uniform of the rest of the school (Yrs 7-10) and young Cat must have just come from some sort of steeple chase.
This is 1979 and here she is with Pete and Eady and a manufactured hair style. There are no natural curls in our family.
This is 1982 – the photo is deteriorating with time and poor processing – the Sydney Harbour Bridge is fading in the background. She's looking pretty damn good!
And this was taken in December at my son's wedding. Cat's husband has a birthday a few days after her – I think they are holding together pretty well….
Happy Birthday Cat - I hope you can find something to spend that voucher on.