An ancestor’s grave

Friday 16th September 

Today I discovered
An ancestor's grave
The windswept location
Master Mariner brave
My great, great grandfather
Who sailed ocean's wave
But what dark secrets
Penal servitude gave?
Eventually welcomed back
To the town he did crave

John Hooper Carbines
18.6.1849 - 25.2.1927

Jane Carbines née Hart
16.8.1849 - 22.3.1943

Love you both so much
Precious sons
Barnoon Cemetery, St Ives
My great, great grandparents, John Hooper Carbines and Jane Carbines née Hart
Photo dated 1932.
L to R. Jane Carbines (GG grandmother 1849 – 1943), Jane Smith (G grandmother 1874-1964), Kathleen Carbines Goodhand (Grandmother 1904 – 1975), Frank William Goodhand (Grandfather 1892 – 1956)
In the front are my two uncles, Ian and Derek Goodhand.
My mother would be born a few months after the photo was taken.
Great, great grandfather charged and sent to Bodmin Jail
John Hooper Carbines sent to Bodmin Jail for scuppering his ship, the brigantine Thermathis
Article in the Cornishman welcoming home John Hooper Carbines
John Hooper Carbines, Master Mariner
Inscription written in a family bible by John Hooper Carbines, husband of Jane née Hart.
His father, Thomas Carbines Snr, left St Ives for Australia May 11th 1854
Also reported in Australia’s Trove newspaper
Short obituary for John Hooper Carbines

Comforting silence

Thursday 15th September 

In a comforting silence
Opportunity to reflect
Just sitting so quietly
With many thoughts to collect

Love you both so much
Beloved sons
Porthmeor West
Low tide, and cooler temperatures
The Island
Kite flying over Porthmeor Beach
The harbour
The James Stevens No 10 lifeboat
Kitty’s Corner


Wednesday 14th September 

Life has its challenges
With many stumbling blocks
Yet you must find a way
To climb over those rocks
And all those obstacles
Free from the paradox
Learning to calmly breathe
Not tangled in a box

Love you both so much
Treasured sons
Blustery Porthmeor Beach
Still a few people around
Surf School going strong
In front of Central Porthmeor
Smeaton’s Pier
Low tide in the harbour

Making the most

Tuesday 13th September 

Making the most
Of every moment
That is in the now
Each breath's component
Savouring life
The pull is potent
There is no room
For postponement

Love you both so much
Treasured sons

Happiness exists

Monday 12th September 

Happiness exists
Right inside
The smallest moments
They'll be your guide
Just look carefully
Breathe, don't hide
Dream a little more
And say you tried

Love you both so much
Precious sons
Heavy looking clouds
Fewer on the beach today
A still looking harbour
Muggy and warm
West Pier

Slowly the mist cleared

Sunday 11th September 

And slowly the mist cleared
But still overcast and grey
Yet allowed many people
To then come out and play

Love you both so much
Precious sons
Misty and rainy this morning
Autumnal colours on the Island
Man’s Head
Darker grey skies on the horizon
End of the pier in the harbour
Not so many people today
The James Stevens No 10 lifeboat
The slipway

Further than the eyes can see

Saturday 10th September 

Further than the eyes can see
Beyond that which is visible
That's where I imagine you are
Flying free, invincible

Love you both so much
Treasured sons
Porthmeor Beach and the Island
Stripes in the sky
Harbour Beach
The tide is coming in
Busy by the slipway

Trusting instincts

Friday 9th September 

Trusting instincts
And listening
An inner voice
Is whispering
All will be well
As teardrops fall
Just glistening
Trying so hard
The brightest star
Is you twinkling

Love you both so much
My darling sons

Making space

Thursday 8th September 

Making space
Taking time
Being calm
Quieting noise

Hard to do

Ban chaos
Dispel stress
Pause tension
Still the fear

Hard to do

Peaceful thoughts
Slowly breathe
Stop rushing
Step by step

So I try

Have small wins
I'll take care
Just be me
I'll be there

Love you both so much
Treasured sons

In perpetuity

Wednesday 7th September 

Our bond stays strong, in perpetuity
Our love stands the test of time
Various obstacles stood in our way
With many mountains to climb
But there's no letting go of memories
They'll surely last a lifetime

Love you both so much
Treasured sons
Blue skies, but soon to be followed by very heavy showers…. We got wet!