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  • ID: I3372
  • Name: Elizabeth Mary SUTTON
  • Sex: F
  • Birth: 26 JAN 1908 in Torrington, NSW 1
  • Burial: 01 AUG 2003 Uralla Lawn Cemetery, NSW
  • Reference Number: 1047
  • Death: 29 JUL 2003 in Gurya, NSW
  • Note:
    Eulogy for Elizabeth Mary Sinclair.

    Elizabeth Mary Sutton was a good woman, who lived a good life. She was born in Deepwater on the 26th January 1908. Her Childhood was not easy as her mother died when she was only 7 1/2 years old and she was raised largely by her paternal grandmother. She attended school in Torrington and was only able to go to school until 6th class. Despite this, she was always considered fairly well educated and had a deep desire that her children have greater educational opportunities than she did. To facilitate this, huge sacrifices were made and most of the children were sent away to school, which was very unusual in Dorrigo in those days. Most of us here would remember her as an avid reader and devotee of all types of poetry. One of her teacher's wife was Molly McNutt, the poetess.

    We would also remember her as a devout Catholic, although baptised as a Catholic by her Catholic mother, she was raised as a protestant. When her mother died, her maternal grandmother offered to raise the children on the condition that her father, a protestant, never saw them again. There was no way her father would agree to this and so she was raised by his 72 year old mother as a protestant. As a young woman, in Sydney, she was sufficiently outraged by an Anglican minister's insistence that the parks be locked on Sunday because the children should be at home praying not playing, she asked her father is she could revert to Catholicism. He said that if she was as good a person as her mother had been he was happy for her to be Catholic. We all know just what a good person she was.

    At about this time she met Pat. She was in Megan for just three weeks visiting her sister Annie who was married to Pat's uncle Cyril. Grandfather told me that he knew she was the one for him from the moment he first saw her as she had kissable lips. Grandma said that she knew he was the one for her because he had a car. In that three weeks Grandfather proposed three times and she said no each time as he wasn't Catholic. Six months later he wrote asking again for her hand. He had become Catholic!

    They were married on the 29th August 1927 in Dorrigo. Mary was absolutely devoted to her husband and waited on him hand and foot. Who can forget the "Oi, woman come back here and give me a kiss". She firmly believed in the traditional role of wife and mother. She taught her children values, respect, discipline and perserverance. They were taught to obey without question?..( even when told to wait in a particular spot while she was blackberrying. That spot just happened to be on a green ants nest) They didn't dare to move!

    Her welcome and hospitality were widely known. The hugs enveloped you, everyone was welcome? kids, grandkids, friends, friends of friends. It didn't matter who you were? you were welcome. When told that someone being sent to drop in? "do I know them" was sometimes asked. Even is she didn't they were welcome.

    Mary was a great cook. Eating "Rocky Road" last night brought back a wealth of memories? the smell of the kitchen, cooking toast over the fire, we feasting and Grandma eating yoghurt? she was always trying to lose weight.

    As a young wife the demon drink was not permitted in her house. A woman drinking was immoral. Somewhere along the line a doctor prescribed a glass of sherry a day? we often wondered what she paid him to prescribe it. Grandma loved her single glass of sherry (it didn't matter the size of the glass or the number of refills? so long as it was only one).

    She had a great sense of humour, as Brian Beale discovered the day he put his hand on Catherine's knee in Grandmas presence. Her response was so serious? he no idea she was pulling his leg.

    She was a woman who say enormous change in her life. She started marriage with no electricity, no running water, no refrigeration, no radio. The kids collected bottle refunds to buy her a second hand radio which ran from a car battery. The world is now a very different place.

    On the 29th July 2003 Elizabeth Mary Sutton was released from this world. She was enormously proud of all her family she loved us all, but she adored Pat. Two souls are now rejoicing as once more they are together.

    Side by side
    holding hands
    Your breath
    is my breath
    Your life
    is my life.

    "The Good Old Days" written by Mary Sinclair 1977 (aged 69 years young)

    Today while doing the washing I looked back over 50 years of washdays and I find it hard to believe about the "good old Days" (wash wise anyhow). Outback born and bred, my wash house for my first few years of marriage didn't seem unusually primitive to me. Beside a small creek with nice very gently sloping banks my husband erected a shelter consisting of 4 posts and an iron roof with a bench for the old round wash tubs. The fireplace was two large flat rocks with iron bars between to hold the two kerosene buckets the clothes were boiled in. Monday mornings before going to work Hubby lit the fire and made sure there was enough wood for my use, then filled two kero tins from the creek and set them on the bars. He then filled two tubs with cold water and half filled the third. Leaving room for me to add the hot water. He then filled two water buckets and left the rest to me. From then on I had to dip all the water from the creek to complete the washing. Armed with a bar of soap and a wash board, and, after awhile, a baby in a pram, my wash day started. Next shift was away from a creek so tank water used. No more dipping water And carrying heavy buckets up the slope. Of course tubs still had to be filled from the tanks and emptied with buckets. Still boiled up in Kero tins over the fire. But the bench was against the kitchen wall. Now other housework could be attended to while the clothes boiled. Then one day a copper arrived and besides holding so many more clothes, it boiled so much quicker than the Kero tins.

    Our next shift was to a tiny town to a house that really had a laundry - set in copper beside real laundry tubs with taps over both copper and tubs. Next thing was a hand operated washing machine, and as far as I can remember I started using soap powder instead of cut up bar soap - and caustic soda for very dirty clothes. Next we shifted to a slightly larger town with electricity and I became the proud possessor of a tiny electric washing machine, with a hand wringer. From then on washing was so easy. Next was a semi-automatic, with a spin drier. I thought that was the ultimate in washing luxury. But now I put a load of soiled clothes and soap powder in my fully automatic washing machine and press a button knowing that when I return I will have to take the clothes to the line and peg them out. Anything else I could get? Well a drier. But I still like the sunlight & breeze on my clothes. Over the years ironing methods have not changed quite so much. When, for best, my husband wore white shirts with detached collars, the collars, neck bands and shirt fronts were stiffened with cold starch as stiff as aboard. They were ironed with flat irons heated on top of the stove, then rubbed over with a block of bees wax & wiped with a cloth to be sure they were clean & to make them slip over the very damp starched clothes. Only changes since then were irons with detachable handles. Petrol irons, very good too, but heavy & likely to run dry in the middle of a large ironing. Then electric irons which had to be switched on and off to regulate the heat. Next automatic irons & steam and spray irons. What a boon they would have been in the days of no drip dry's or nylons etc. when everything had to be damped down before ironing. Even starched things are a breeze now with spray on starch - Good old Days?- definitely not, good modern days!!!

    A verse found in Mary's book.
    (Which has been placed on her grave.)

    Men worthy of God are far too few,
    How blessed am I he gave me you,
    When I am just mere dust again
    Let not these words be wrote in vain,
    But etch them deep so all can see
    That I loved you....and you loved me.

    Father: James Edward (TED) SUTTON b: 15 NOV 1868 in Bundarra, NSW
    Mother: Elizabeth ADAMS b: 22 NOV 1869 in Tenterfield, NSW

    Marriage 1 Patrick John SINCLAIR b: 25 AUG 1903 in Wongwabinda, District of Hillgrove, NSW
    • Married: 29 AUG 1927 in Sacred Heart Church, Dorrigo, NSW
    • Event: NSW BDM No 29 AUG 1927 in No 10935
    1. Has Children Lance Edward SINCLAIR b: 09 APR 1928 in Coffs Harbour, NSW
    2. Has Children Colin John SINCLAIR b: 05 AUG 1929 in Coffs Harbour, NSW
    3. Has Children Living SINCLAIR
    4. Has Children Living SINCLAIR
    5. Has Children Living SINCLAIR

    1. Title: Blay.FTW
      Source Medium: Other

      Text: Date of Import: Sep 23, 2005
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