Apparently one of my great-uncles had a habit of leaving home from time to time. He would stay away for extended periods - sometimes months at a time. Whatever he did while he was away often ended with a loan shark visiting the home of his long-suffering wife. As you can imagine, she would get a little annoyed with the visits from these debt collectors.
One of the stories that passed down through our family's oral history is an incident when yet another loan shark knocked on her door to collect repayment for her husband's away-from-home antics. He asked where her husband was. His wife replied by using one of her infamous, classic sayings, "He's up a shark's arse, looking for the titanic!" I'm not sure if a door slam followed this response but I reckon it probably did.
Sometimes I think I look at my ancestors' antics through rose-coloured glasses, or maybe even sepia-coloured glasses. I think I may even romaticise them a little from time to time, especially when I try to work out what their lives were like by looking at photographs which can only show me a selected snapshot of how they lived. The not-so-good and not-so-ideal snippets of their lives don't always survive through the ages.
In comparison, when I heard this story, which apparently was a family favourite for many years before I was born, I couldn't help but take those rose-coloured and sepia-coloured glasses right off and laugh.