Feline Friday: Temptations

Romeo & Mr. Duke welcome you to another Feline Friday.

Romeo & Duke

They are demonstrating what happens when our cats hear the crinkling sound of the Temptations cat treats’ bag. I don’t know what’s in these things, but the cats are wild for them. I’ve been offering Temptations to Duke as encouragement to come out for his insulin shots. The other cats quickly realized what was going on, and they have learned to come running from wherever they happen to be in order to get their share of the payoff. They stand around and wait for me to give a few of these treats to each of them.

The funny thing is that they can tell when I’m just using the Temptations to round the cats up and close them in the bedroom, which we sometimes have to do. On those days, they know to ignore the bait and stay in hiding. It’s uncanny. I think I’m going through the normal routine, but they can somehow tell my motives. Cats, it seems, have psychic abilities.

Just click on the photo to see all of today’s Friday Felines!

St. Andrew’s Priory 1900-1910

Ascension DayAs promised in the prior post, here’s a collection of photos from the dog-eared album of former Priory principal, Abby Stuart Marsh.

Most of the photos are of the Priory itself, but a few are at other spots.

My grandmother was raised at the Priory. She was a resident there from 1991 through to 1911, when she was married. Abby Marsh stayed in touch with her, and with my mother, for years.

From Wikipedia:

Raised in the Anglican faith, Queen Emma recognized the educational needs of the young women of Hawai?i and founded St. Andrew’s Priory so that Hawaiian girls would receive an education equivalent to what was traditionally offered only to boys. Her mission of establishing a girls’ school in Honolulu took her to England to seek the counsel of the Archbishop of Canterbury. Under his authority, the Sisters of the Church of England returned to Hawai?i with Queen Emma to begin their work.

The school opened on Ascension Day, May 30, 1867, under the direction of Queen Emma and Mother Priscilla Lydia Sellon of the Society of the Most Holy Trinity of Davenport, England. In 1902, the Episcopal Church of the United States assumed administrative control of the school. Until 1969, the Priory was run by the Sisters of the American Order of the Transfiguration.

Just click on the photo to see this collection of Priory photographs.

Throwback Thursday: The Priory (a teaser)

This is just a brief teaser to let you know what’s coming later today for Throwback Thursday.

Among my sister’s boxes of papers was an old photo album with pictures of Saint Andrew’s Priory here in Honolulu. My grandmother was raised at the Priory from 1891 through her graduation, and then until her marriage in about 1910.

Here’s just a sample of the photos. The caption: The Sisters’ Cottage.

Sisters' Cottage

Stored with the album is a handwritten note written by my mother, Helen Yonge Lind, describing “one old, somewhat-tattered photo album.”

Original owner was Abby Stuart Marsh, at one time Priory principal. Before she died, she sent this to my mother, Heleualani Ewa (Cathcart) Yonge. Miss Marsh and another Priory teacher, Miss or Mrs. Blue were my godmothers, my godfather was Bishop Restarick. I was born in 1914.

Miss Marsh retired to a place in New York that I beleive was connected to the sisterhood to which she belonged. She corresponded with me for a number of years before her death.She sent me several books authored by a relative of my father’s family, Charlotte M. Yonge of England.

I remember being in touch with Ms Blue maybe once or twice, but lost track of her. It seems to me she lived in Southern Oregon, perhaps Medford.

I have distinct memories of my childhood. We lived in the country and my mother brought us to Honolulu several times a year to pay our respects to the Restaricks, then we went to the “sister’s cottage” at the Priory to visit sisters Beatrice and Albertina.

My mother was raised at the Priory. Her father, Robert William Cathcart, somehow arranged for two of his daughters to be cared for by a nursemaid at the Priory under the supervision of the Sisters when Cathcart and his wife were away to California in 1891. Even after the parents returned, Cathcart left the girls at the Priory where they lived until they graduated.

I have an early appointment today and don’t have time to post the photos. But I’ll get them done and posted later today. Stay tuned.

Looking back at two of my parents’ big purchases

Here are a couple more old papers that I round in the past couple of days. Click on either one to see a larger version.

Top: A copy of my parent’s offer to buy their home on Kealaolu Avenue. In November 1942, they put $100 down on the full purchase price of $6,000 for a small home on a lot leased from Bishop Estate.

They lived there until their deaths. My mom, who outlived my father by just over two years, lived in the same house for 70 years. And now we’ve moved into a remodeled version of the same house.

That’s probably an unusual degree of continuity in this day and age. And there’s another measure of continuity–the telephone number.

In 1942, Honolulu had 5 digit phone numbers. Ours was 78194, the number shown on the real estate form. That’s the phone number I grew up with, the one I had to remember when I went off to school.

It was years later that the phone company moved to seven-digit numbers. It required us to insert “3-4” after the first number. So “78194” became “734-8194”. And that is still our home phone number today.

Their forever home


The paperwork on my dad’s purchase of a new 1947 Chevy Aerosedan from Aloha Motors.

Total cost: $1,964.11.

It looks like he was doing well enough to pay for the car in just two payments, a larger amount down and the balance on delivery.

I don’t remember this car, which was purchased just before I was born. About the time of conception, if I count the months right.

Aloha Motors

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