tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53364712497198069752024-02-19T17:11:36.971+11:00BacktrackingResearch about our family's history in Australia, the United Kingdom and Ireland. Genealogy is much, much more than names and dates.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.comBlogger244125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-45628997940022971212019-12-18T16:22:00.001+11:002019-12-18T16:22:55.133+11:00Sepia Saturday: 500 weeksCongratulations to the Sepia Saturday team for 500 weeks, launched 10 years ago. I only contributed for several of those years but I really enjoyed reading the blogs of other contributors and the humour of Alan who holds it all together. A medal for consistency is in order.<br />
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I continue to scan my old family snaps and buy old snapshots online - the latest purchased package of about 300 photos arrived the other day - because I think it's vital that the cultural heritage in snapshots is preserved.<br />
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This photo is one from a purchased bundle. I've always been particularly interested in photos that show people at work and this lady appears to be boiling water, maybe for her weekly washing day. I look at her yard and think that my life is so easy compared with hers. Everything has been made by hand, making do with materials to hand. In the context of other photos in the bundle I think she is living in New South Wales, Australia. Her name is not known but she has my respect.<br />
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Good luck for the future, <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Sepia Saturday</a>. Well done.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-63934124625795671462019-11-06T15:21:00.000+11:002019-11-07T17:36:34.292+11:00A twig on the Alford treeIt's taken a while, over 30 years, but I finally got around to having another go at finding a twig on the Alford tree. I first started looking for William James Alford in the pre-computer days and failed but when I checked this week I found him quite quickly. I thought he was a twig but it turns out it was a branch.<br />
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William's father, James Alford, had migrated to South Australia with his brother and sister-in-law, William and Ann. They came from a town in north Devon called South Molton and travelled to Australia on the ship 'Rodney' arriving in February 1855. Within the next twelve months William and Ann moved to Brighton in Victoria but James stayed a little longer. He had met Honora Fallon, from Sligo in Ireland, who had arrived in South Australia the previous year. They married at Encounter Bay near Victor Harbor, 26 October 1855. We don't know what work James did at that time but he had worked as an agricultural labourer in Devon so maybe he did the same type of work.<br />
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Their first child, William James, was born 26 Jul 1856 at McLaren Vale and in December of that year the family moved over to Brighton, Victoria and lived with William and Ann until their house was built next door. James worked at making bricks.<br />
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James wrote a letter home to his father, Jacob, in South Molton and mentions his son:<br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Brighton March 29<sup>th</sup> 1857</span><br />
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<span style="mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Dear father</span></div>
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I write you these few lines hoping [hoping] they will find
you and your family in as good health as we remain at present thank God.</div>
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My dear father we received your kind letter and sent you the
answer of it 7 months ago. We wish to write to you agin [again] to inform you
that we left Adelaide and came to Melbourne. We have been here 3 months. We are
living at present with Wm [William]. We bought a peace [piece] of
land from William Wise 7 lbs [£] and we are going to build a
home on it next week. I am working with Mr Thomas Dewson since I came to
Melbourne at making bricks. My wages is 3 lbs [£] per week the living is very
reasonable flour is 12 … beef and mutton from 3 to 4 per lb, butter 3 per lb
eggs 3s per dozen, tea 2s per lb, cheese from 1 to 2 s per lb.</div>
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Houses and land are very dear hear [here] also clothing and
boots and shoes, so is furniture</div>
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Dear father you said in your last letter that sister Mary
and Richard was coming out here. I should like to know whether they
are coming or no. Give our kind love to Ann and Mary, there [their]
husbands and all the children. William and Ann also the 2 children send there [their] kind love to you all. William James is growing a fine little
boy. He is now 20 months old and he can walk all round the room by the chairs
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And that was the last we knew of William James. The Alford family grew, James had a store at Brighton until at least 1871 and then they moved to land at Parwan near Bacchus Marsh in Victoria. Later they ran a store at Maddingly, Bacchus Marsh. James' wife, Honora, died in 1880 and James married again in 1882 and some more children were born.<br />
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William James must have been with his father in the Bacchus Marsh area because this notice appeared in the paper in 1899, inserted by his sister Mary Ann who was six years younger and his nearest (in age) surviving sibling.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Argus</i> 29 Apr 1899 (and also <i>The Australasian 6 May 1899)</i></td></tr>
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So I searched the New Zealand newspapers online at <a href="https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers" target="_blank">Papers Past</a> and found quite a few newspaper notices following his death. It seems that William James Alford had died at the Wellington Hospital because he had cancer of the liver. His occupation was a Sergeant Bombardier in the Permanent Artillery and must have been well respected by others in the Artillery and he must have been a member of several Lodges.<br />
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William James' wife, Emma, inserted a thankyou notice a few days later.<br />
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I also found a notice announcing the marriage of Emma and William ten years earlier. The only notice I found was in the Auckland newspaper so maybe William was living there at that time and he certainly had property in Auckland when he died.<br />
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The family gets bigger. I found the births of two children. Ruby Eleanor Alford was born 1890 and Arthur Vincent Alford was born in 1892. At the time of his death the Alford family was living at 14 Sussex Square but his probate papers mention a house on land in Albert Rd, North Shore, Auckland and land with two houses in St Aubyns Rd, North Shore, Auckland. (Both streets are in the Devonport area of Auckland) He was living in Auckland when he was promoted from Gunner to Acting-Bombadier a year before he died.<br />
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Ruby Alford married George Francis Watt in New Zealand in 1914 and died in 1949 aged 59. She had a daughter called Nina born in 1915 who died in 1933 and a son born 1923.<br />
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Arthur worked as a carpenter and enlisted in the army in WW1. He served in Egypt and France. He also enlisted in WW2 and served in the home militia. According to his army papers he married in 1940 but the name of his wife is not given. Arthur died 17 Feb 1979 in Auckland, New Zealand.<br />
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William's widow, Emma, married again in 1900 to Berry Osgood Cozens. She died in 1935 aged 70. She must have been born about 1865 making her ten years younger than William James Alford.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-50680657418712365262019-10-21T16:03:00.000+11:002019-11-04T16:51:00.686+11:00Foster and Honeyman family in Tasmania<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Have you heard of two large farming
properties near Bothwell in Tasmania called ‘Dennistoun’ and ‘Ratho’? Both had
Scottish owners in the 1800s. ‘Ratho’
is famous as the birthplace of golf in Australia and ‘Dennistoun’ is famous as
the birthplace of Aberdeen Angus cattle in Australia. And both feature in the
story of our ancestors in Australia.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">The ship</span><i style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> Triton</i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"> arrived at
Hobart, Tasmania on 20 Jan 1824, having left Leith, Scotland on 7 September
1823 and called at Teneriffe (the Canary Islands) and the Cape of Good Hope. On
board were eight Black Angus cattle, six heifers and two bulls, imported by Captain Patrick Wood and in
the charge of James Foster who was 25 years old. They were the first Angus
cattle in Australia and there a plaque to commemorate the event has been placed
in Bothwell by the Angus Society of Australia.</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Hobart Town Gazette</i> 30 Jan 1824 </td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The total number of people on board,
including crew, was 80. James Augustus Robinson, later appointed Protector of
Aborigines, was a passenger on the <i>Triton</i> and he wrote a
comprehensive diary of the voyage. The following quote is from an article
written about the voyage of the <i>Triton</i> based on Robinson’s diary:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.5pt;">Probably
due to prevailing winds the course was set northwards up the east coast of
Scotland, with easy sailing until they reached Pentland Firth on the
north-eastern tip of Scotland. Here William Hutton and his shipmates
experienced their first battering from gales and heavy seas which lasted a
fortnight, including a storm off the Hebrides. Confined below deck the steerage
passengers could not even find shelter in their bunks…Heading south, the <i>Triton
</i>cleared the west coast of Ireland and with fairer weather set course for
Tenerife. The better weather allowed divine service to be held for the first
time at 10.30am on Sunday 28 September…Approaching Tenerife the <i>Triton </i>was
shadowed for most of the day by what was thought to be a pirate vessel, and
they subsequently learned that it belonged to Spanish insurgents who had
captured a French ship the day before. The visit to Tenerife disappointed the
passengers who found that the <i>Triton </i>did not had quarantine clearance,
and on the way had exchanged letters with the <i>Snipe </i>that had come from
the fever port of Honduras. In consequence they could not go ashore, though
they could admire the pink, blue and white buildings of Santa Cruz, and they
were able to buy personal provisions while the ship lay at anchor, albeit at
prices that exploited their inability to bargain in the town. Victualled with
fresh provisions, including some sheep brought on board for fresh meat, the <i>Triton
</i>left Tenerife after two days on Sunday 12 October. The episode involving
pirates and known dangers of the region caused Captain Crear to issue arms to
the passengers… At last on 5 December, after 12 weeks at sea, the <i>Triton </i>anchored
in Table Bay at Cape Town and the next day the passengers were allowed ashore
and some of them took the opportunity to sleep for a night or two in lodgings… From
Cape Town the prevailing south-easterlies sped the ship towards Van Diemen’s
Land at up to 200 nautical miles in 24 hours. The consequence was an increased
frequency of storms, during which the ship suffered damage such as torn sails
and broken fittings. There were compensations – on one day of fair weather two
sperm whales came close enough to the <i>Triton </i>to provide a diversion for
the passengers, and on December 22 there was fresh meat from the slaughter of a
bullock that had been taken on board at Cape Town.</span> </blockquote>
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Ref: 'William Hutton and Ann Partridge’ by Karen Wilson</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">There was also an anecdote about the shenanigans that occurred when the ship crossed the Equator. Many of the 'victims' had their faces smeared with cow dung so it is tempting to think that the source of the dung was the Angus cattle in the care of James Foster.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">James Foster was born 27 Dec 1799 in
Auchtertool, Fife, Scotland and baptised a year later, 7 Dec 1800, in Aberdour,
Fife, Scotland. His parents were John Foster and Johanna Smith and James had
seven brothers, one of whom, George, migrated to Wisconsin, USA.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Captain Patrick Wood had a large property
called <i>Dennistoun</i> eight kilometres north of Bothwell, Tasmania and it
appears that James Foster remained in his employment after he drove the cattle
up to Dennistoun from the wharf at Hobart in the summer of January 1824. The
distance was about 70 kms and it is interesting to speculate on how it was done because there would have just been a track through bush at that stage and James Foster was not familiar with Australian conditions. Some of the descendants of those cattle still graze the paddocks
of ‘Dennistoun’. The original homestead was destroyed by fire in 1909.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Dennistoun</i>, 2019</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Angus cattle grazing on a paddock near <i>Dennistoun </i>homestead.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">In a letter of 29 December 1825 to the
local government, Captain Patrick Wood, of <i>Dennistoun</i>, River Clyde, asked that
small grants of land should be made to three servants of his, one of whom was
James FOSTER.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">James Foster, one of my
servants, nearly two years ago brought out eight cattle and on my speaking to
Colonel Sorell (the then Governor) for a grant of 200 acres for him; he replied
that he would comply with my request as he considered it right to reward a man
of good character who brought out stock safe... the character I gave Foster on
his arrival was on the authority of others particularly that of Captain Crear
of the 'Triton', and his behaviour since has been such as fully to warrant my
recommendation</span></i><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">.
In 1825 James Foster was granted 200 acres at Clyde.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">James Foster's land was at Green Ponds (Dysart). He called his property 'Woodville' but by 1842 it was called 'Mimosa Banks'.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">A year later, on 6 Nov 1826 at St
Davids, Hobart, James Foster married Margaret Honeyman aged 15. James was 27
years old.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Margaret had arrived on the ship <i>Castle
Forbes</i> 1 Mar 1822 as one of 33 steerage passengers in the entourage of
Alexander Reid, a free settler, and his family. Margaret, aged 11, was
travelling with her mother Jean, her sister Anne aged 10 and two brothers,
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">Also on board the <i>Castle Forbes</i>
was the above-mentioned Captain Patrick Wood of ‘Dennistoun’ (a retired officer
of the East Indian Army), as well as other middle-class Scottish settlers
including Myles Patterson and his family, Phillip Russell, Adam Smith, Captain
and Mrs Sockett, William Kinghorne (landowner and whaling station proprietor).
The ship’s surgeon was Robert Officer who later became the Speaker of the
Assembly. He married one of the daughters of Myles Patterson and Patrick Wood
married another. <i>Castle </i>Forbes was </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">106'7" (33 metres) long, 31' (9.4
metres) wide and 14' (4.3 metres) deep. She weighed 443 tons.</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;"> The ship left Leith
harbour, near Edinburgh, 27 Aug 1821 and arrived 1 Mar 1822 having called in to
the ports of Cape Verde Islands and Cape Town. There were 76 passengers
including the 33 unnamed steerage passengers as well as crew and cargo. It
appears that Margaret Honeyman and her younger sister Anne Honeyman left the
ship at Hobert in the service of the Reid family while their mother and two
younger brothers went on to Sydney. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">The Reids were a family of free settlers
and lived in Hobart for a short time until he was granted land on the Clyde
River (now Rothwell). Their property was called ‘Ratho’. The family lived in a
mud cottage for three years until a more permanent homestead was built. Family
hearsay is that Margaret was employed as nursemaid to the family and it must be
assumed that Jean Honeyman left both her daughters with the Reids while she
went to Sydney to locate William, her husband. He had been convicted of theft
on Scotland and sent to Sydney on the <i>Sir William Bensley</i> arriving 10
Mar 1817. William Honeyman died 16 Aug 1821, before his family arrived in
Sydney. Alexander Reid established a golf course on ‘Ratho’ in 1837 and it is
the oldest in the southern Hemisphere. Golf can still be played there today.</span><span style="background: #1c1c1c; color: #cccccc; font-family: "arial" , sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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name when she married, indicating that she was illiterate. Her younger sister Anne,
aged 16, also married in St Davids Church, Hobart. She married Campbell Roy in
May 1828. Campbell Roy, who was born in Glasgow, Scotland, was convicted of
theft 1823 and transported to Tasmania in 1825 when he was 17 years old. He was
assigned to Patrick Wood of ‘Dennistoun’, Bothwell.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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became apparent as she died barely seven months later while giving birth to her
son, Timothy, who was later admitted to the Queen's Orphan School in Hobart.
She is buried in the private graveyard on the lovely 'Dennistoun Estate', with
Captain Wood's own wife, Jane, and another mother, Mary Daniell, and her twin
babies, killed by natives at The Den Hill. Anne Roy has a well-preserved
gravestone, but no other record of the death has been found. It reads: <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Here lies Anne wife of Campbell Roy, who
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traumatic for Margaret who had herself given birth to a daughter the previous
year. Margaret now had no family in Tasmania as her mother and brothers were in
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boys (including three sons died as infants). James was 83 when he died in 1882
and Margaret died in 1884 aged 73. Two of their daughters, Margaret and
Chistianna, married into Stone family who lived nearby. They all moved to the Woodstock
area of Victoria. The other siblings remained in Tasmania.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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to four of his sons: </span><span style="font-family: "microsoft sans serif" , sans-serif; font-size: 12.0pt;">'Mimosa
Bank', 160 acres in Parish of Huntingdon, 'The Basin' 160 acres in Parish of
Huntingdon and 780 acres at Old Beach. Thomas Stone, father-in-law of Margaret
and Chistianna, was one of the executors of his estate. The death notice stated
that James Foster ‘ was greatly respected by all who knew him’. Margaret Foster nee Honeyman died in 1884.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-90735165347861743252019-07-23T22:22:00.001+10:002019-07-23T22:22:58.403+10:00Trove Tuesday: More about Dave TaylorI was searching, with some success, the newspaper files on Trove for mention of my great-grandparents when they lived at Lismore, Victoria early in the 1900s. Just following rabbits down various burrows as you do.<br />
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Henry and Martha Taylor seem to have had a fruit and vegetable shop in Lismore - Henry was a market gardener - while maintaining a connection with properties at Ecklin South and Cobden.<br />
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One of the newspaper items I found was a letter from a soldier, local Lismore lad Patrick Leslie McGowan known as Les, written to his mother from Egypt and published in the local rag in August 1915. He was a soldier in the AIF in World War 1. Les is not a relation of ours but in his letter he mentions Henry and Martha Taylor's son, Dave.<br />
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I've previously written a <a href="https://boobookbacktracks.blogspot.com/2013/11/remembrance-day-we-remember-those-who.html" target="_blank">blog post about Dave</a> because he too served in WW1 but, unlike Les, he was killed in action in France. Les' letter adds a little more detail to Dave's story.<br />
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Dave sailed to Egypt on the 'Clan Macgillivray', arriving March 1915, and then immediately sailed to Australia and then back to Egypt as a Military Policeman (Provost) on the 'Ulysses'. Les McGowan had enlisted in April 1915 and also sailed on the 'Ulysses' from Melbourne. Like Dave he was a Military Policeman on the ship, and off and on throughout the war ( he also served as a shoeing smith at times), when he served at Gallipoli, France and India.<br />
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This is Les McGowan's letter in which describes the journey from Melbourne to Egypt and something of the life of a soldier in Eygpt. A month or so later both Les and Dave went to Gallipoli.<br />
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-12330992655844503342019-06-29T20:53:00.001+10:002019-07-03T09:51:32.864+10:00Elizabeth Ryland nee WithersAs mentioned in the previous post another of the Withers siblings came to Australia, the third of the children of John Withers and Susannah Cooke of Bristol, England. <a href="https://boobookbacktracks.blogspot.com/2019/06/whither-catherine-withers-nee-scott.html" target="_blank">Joseph Withers</a> and his sister <a href="https://boobookbacktracks.blogspot.com/2013/08/horfield-creek.html" target="_blank">Ann (Stone)</a> arrived at Hobart, Tasmania in 1819. Over thirty years later their younger sister, Elizabeth, arrived in Victoria, Australia. It is not known whether Elizabeth went to Tasmania to meet her sister. Her brother Joseph later moved to Ararat, Victoria so they may have met.<br />
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John Withers was a tophat manufacturer and two of his sons, George and John stayed in Bristol and followed him into the business.<br />
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Elizabeth Withers was born in Bristol about 1812 and married in 1849 in Clifton, Gloucestershire to David Brainerd Ryland. David was the son of a stationer who also conducted a post office and owned a circulating library. At 14 years of age he had been apprenticed to a chemist and druggist but appears to have been tied up with his father's stationer's business in 1851 when this advertisement appeared.<br />
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Elizabeth and David Ryland would have heard about Australia from their correspondence with relatives already there. Gold was found in Victoria in 1851 and several of Elizabeth's Stone nephews lived in Victoria. Her siblings, Ann and Joseph were living in Tasmania. David and Elizabeth Ryland decided to migrate and arrived in Melbourne, Victoria on 16 October 1852 on the ship <i>Panama</i>.<br />
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They firstly set up business in Melbourne as stationers but they were not successful so they decided to follow the hordes of people moving up to the goldfields. David had a go at gold digging but in 1855 when the position of School Master at a National School at Forest Creek goldfield (now Chewton) near Castlemaine. His wife, Elizabeth, was appointed as Work Mistress. National School fees came in part from the National Board of Education and in part from fees paid in advance by each child.<br />
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It wasn't easy. The schoolroom had an attached dwelling but it was all in extremely poor condition and, even though the Rylands ran a very good school, no extra funds for repairs or equipment were forthcoming. Parents weren't keen to send their children to such a place so attendances gradually diminished. The Rylands built a new school on their own land but then the National Board were reluctant to provide assistance. By 1860 things started to improve and David and Elizabeth had a better house to live in. In 1860 David was appointed Town Clerk of the Borough of Chewton.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">David Ryland, Town Clerk <i>Mount Alexander Mail</i> 6 May 1863</td></tr>
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There was ongoing correspondence to the National Board about the fact that some children attended school even though they didn't pay their fees and, because of the appalling living conditions on the goldfields, many children didn't go to school because they were ill. The death rate of children on the goldfields was very high. Elizabeth Ryland was dismissed by the Board because of the student numbers but continued to work at the school for no wages.<br />
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In 1862 the Common Schools Act was passed by the Victorian Parliament so the National Board and the Denominational Board ceased to exist, replaced by a Board of Education. The Forest Creek National School closed in June 1863.<br />
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In February 1864 David Ryland opened a new school at the rural community of Laanacoorie under the Board of Education. Laanacoorie is the area where Elizabeth's nephews were farming. As well as teaching David Ryland used his skills as a druggist and chemist in the area because there was no doctor nearby. In October 1868 he was appointed Deputy Electoral Registrar for the Marong Division of the Mandurang District and North-Western Province.<br />
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One eveneing David Ryland died suddenly 23 July 1871 at the home, of an aneurysm of the aorta, at the age of 51. Over five hundred people attended his funeral.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Death notice, <i>Mount Alexander Mail </i> 25 Jul 1871</td></tr>
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After David's death Elizabeth lived with her nephew, Edward Stone, at Laanacoorie. Seven years later, in May 1878, she was admitted to the Kew Asylum, Melbourne because she'd been found 'wandering at large'. On the admittance file she was noted as 'temperate and quiet', that this was her first attack of lunacy but that it had lasted for two years. The doctor testified that she had dementia and was said to be destructive. Her nephew, Edward, stated that he was unable to attend to her because 'she leaves my house at all times of the night, and goes away in the bush. I am willing to pay anything reasonable while she is in the asylum'. Edward and his wife Chrissy had a young family of six at the time. [Edward's brother Joseph and his wife Margaret also lived in the area. Also their brother Alfred and his wife Sophie and their sister Lucy and her husband William Field.]<br />
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Elizabeth was admitted to Kew Asylum on 11 May 1878 and died there in 1881 aged 69 years. Her brother Joseph died the same year. Their sister Ann Stone had died in Tasmania in 1856 following a stroke.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Reference: A journal article 'A Schoolmaster in Goldrush Victoria: David Ryland at Forest Creek 1856-1863' by Alex Stone in <i>Victorian Historical Journal</i> Vol 58, No. 1, March 1987. And also the asylum admission papers.</span>Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-24463550600953146892019-06-14T21:51:00.000+10:002019-06-29T16:57:16.596+10:00Whither Catherine Withers nee ScottJoseph Withers is my husband's 4th great-uncle or, to put it another way, the brother of his great-grandmother's grandmother. Either way it takes us back two centuries.<br />
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Joseph was born in 1805 in Bristol, England. His parents were John Withers, a hat manufacturer, and Susannah Cooke. Joseph had six siblings including Ann who married Thomas Stone and migrated to Hobart, Tasmania. Their story can be found at <a href="http://stonefamilytasmania.com/" target="_blank">this webpage</a>. Joseph's brothers, John and George, stayed in Bristol and continued their father's hat manufacturing business and his younger sister, Elizabeth, married David Ryland and migrated to Victoria, Australia in 1852 but that's another story. This post is about Joseph.<br />
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Two hundred years ago Joseph Withers, his sister Ann and her husband Thomas Stone sailed from Portsmouth on the 11 June 1819 in the <i>David Shaw </i>heading for Sydney, New South Wales as free settlers.<br />
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The journey took four months, a long monotonous journey with only one port of call, St Jago (now known as Sao Tiago), a small island of the Cape Verde group of the west coast of Africa. Their intended destination was Port Jackson but the long journey had taken toll of Ann’s health and she was expecting their first child.</div>
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When the <i>David Shaw</i> berthed at Hobart Town the three young people applied to Lieutenant Governor William Sorell for permission to land and settle there. This was granted and the Lieutenant Governor reported his actions to Governor Macquarie in Sydney in a dispatch:<br />
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Mr. T. Stone and Wife, and Mr. Withers, his brother-in-law, brought no letter from the Secy. of State, and I was therefore doubtful of the propriety of allowing them to land here; but upon considering the hardship which they might feel and represent of being forced from hence at the end of a long voyage without any charge, I judged it best to accede to their application and to report their situation to Your Excellency.<br />
It does not appear from these persons coming out that any restriction exists, and if the only means of preventing those who venture to this Country without the Secy. of State’s Authority, be that of sending them away on arrival, it would be one which in many cases would be impractible and in most involving questions which would be painful to the Chief Colonial Authority. Should Your Excellency disapprove of the permission to land, which I gave to Mr. Stone, I request to be honored with your instructions.</blockquote>
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Less than a month after arriving in Hobart Town the following advertisement appeared which shows that Joseph Withers had found accommodation and was ready to set up in business.<br />
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The Public are respectfully informed, that J. Withers, recently from England, has commenced his Business as a Cooper, at a new brick house in Bridge Street, corner of Liverpool Street, where every Article in that Line will be made in the neatest Manner, and on the most moderate Terms,—Tubs, Buckets, Pails, Churns, &c. ready made,—Jobs, and Work by the Day, performed reasonably.<br />
N.B.—Old Casks, Staves, Iron-hoops, &c. bought, or taken in exchange.</blockquote>
In 1827 Joseph was the licensee of the Druid Hotel in Argyle Street, Hobart but may not have been there long because in the early 1830s he appears to have been a crew member on whaling ships along the east coast of Australia. He was on the <i>Dragon</i> in February 1831 (listed as a cooper) and the <i>William the Fourth</i> in February 1833 (listed as crew) bound for Twofold Bay in New South Wales.<br />
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At the age of 39 Joseph married for the first time. On 24 January 1840 in St Davids Church, Hobart Town he married Hannah Mathews (nee Hurst). Hannah, aged 29, was a widow with two young boys, John aged seven and James aged two. She must have been illiterate because she signed the church register with a cross. Her husband, James Mathews, had died in 1839. [There was a man called James Matthews murdered in Argyle St, Hobart in March 1839. He may have been her husband.]<br />
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Hannah and Joseph Withers had four children: Joseph (1841), Benjamin (1843), James Frederick (1844) and Hannah (1846 who died at four weeks).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Courier</i> 8 Feb 1845</td></tr>
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The family was living in Argyle St, Hobart and Joseph was working as a cooper when Hannah died 26 May 1847. She was only 36 years old but her death certificate said the cause of her death was angina. Her two boys were under six years of age and her three Mathews sons were still young. Joseph may have had sive boys in his care.<br />
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Six months later, in October of 1847, a convict called Catherine Scott asked for permission to marry Joseph Withers. Her application was approved on 23 October 1847 and two weeks later, 8 November 1847, they married at St Johns, Newtown. [The witnesses to the wedding were Benjamin and Eliza Hurst. Hurst was the name of Joseph's first wife so there is a good chance that Benjamin was her relation. Unfortunately in August 1858 Benjamin accidentally drowned and his body was found floating in Constitution Dock. He was a keeper of a public pound in Argyle Street and his wife, Eliza, took over that job after his death.]<br />
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Catherine Scott was about 22 years old and Joseph was about 47 when they married. Catherine was born at Burslem in Staffordshire in about 1825 and was working as a housemaid when, in August 1843, she was convicted of larceny, stealing money from a person, and sentenced to 10 years. She was transported to Tasmania from Woolwich on the <i>Angelina </i>and arrived 25 August 1844. After marrying Joseph in 1847 she was granted a Ticket of Leave on 29 August 1849 - a document, based on good conduct, allowing certain freedoms to convicts before the end of their original sentence. On 30 April 1850 Catherine was recommended for a Conditional Pardon and this was applied on 13 August 1851. Catherine was now free but was not allowed to return to England. <b>There is no further record of Catherine at all that I can find. What happened to her?</b><br />
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Meanwhile Joseph must have been finding it difficult to keep his business viable. He appears to have been bankrupted in 1849.<br />
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In the 1850s, 1859 possibly, Joseph and his three sons moved to Ararat, Victoria. When he died there in 1881 at Ararat he owned several small blocks of land and his house was on a larger block. He worked as a gardener (not a cooper).<br />
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His sons all stayed in Victoria. Joseph (2) never married and died at Ararat in 1879 at the age of 38. Benjamin married Margaret Wilson at Ararat in 1864 and died in 1926 in Preston, Victoria aged 82. James Frederick married Phyllis Wilson at Ararat in 1876 and died there in 1899 aged 54. (Phyllis Wilson and Margaret Wilson were sisters, born in Scotland). Both Benjamin and James had children so there are a number of descendants in Victoria.<br />
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There are four newspaper articles that describe the location of Joseph's property in Hobart. The final one is particularly intriguing.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">12 perches of land in Hobart Town, <i>Launceston Express</i> 30 May 1839</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Courier</i> (Hobart) 11 Aug 1843</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Launceston Examiner</i> 19 June 1852</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Launceston Examiner</i> 10 May1882<br />
This is the year after Joseph's death and it appears that<br />
Benjamin Withers, James Withers and a<br />
William Mathews are claiming title on land in<br />
Campbell Street, Hobart. Richard Hurst may have<br />
been a relative of Joseph's first wife, Joseph Stone<br />
is his sister Ann's husband but why would the<br />
Ann Withers be listed as Ann Withers rather than Ann Stone?</td></tr>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-44670985216192659702018-12-02T18:15:00.000+11:002018-12-02T18:15:37.226+11:00A convict-free colony pleaseUnlike every other state in Australia except Victoria South Australia was not founded as a convict colony. In 1834 the British Parliament passed the South Australia Act that decreed that the new colony would be convict free and in 1836 the first ships arrived with government officials and new settlers.<br />
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At some time in the early years of the settlement my husband's 4th great-uncles, Alexander and William Honeyman, travelled to Adelaide by ship from Tasmania. The brothers were born in Falkirk, Scotland and had travelled to Sydney, New South Wales in 1821 with their mother to join their father. (There is much more to this story but I'm cutting to the chase.)<br />
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The father had died by the time the family arrived and both boys were placed in an orphanage when their mother remarried. Details are vague but it appears that the boys later joined whaling ships that sailed out from Sydney and Hobart.<br />
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In February 1845 there was a petition, a memorial signed by South Australian residents, asking for a guarantee that the state of South Australia would remain convict free and it was published in the newspaper together with the names of the signatories.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>South Australian</i> 14 February 1845</td></tr>
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On the list is one of the brothers, Alexander Honeyman, who was living at Port Adelaide at the time.<br />
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The irony is that the father of Alexander and William (and their sisters Annie and Margaret) was a convict!! William Honeyman Snr was transported to New South Wales in 1816 for robbery. And their older sister Annie had married a convict in Tasmania in 1828 (and died in childbirth the same year).<br />
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I suspect that if Alexander and William <u>had</u> been told that their father was a convict (he was in prison and then transported when the boys were just toddlers) they would not have talked about it because in those days a convict background was shameful.<br />
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There must have been a lot of people with secrets in the early days of colonisation.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-50629749756480441402018-11-11T10:53:00.000+11:002018-11-11T11:01:25.137+11:00Western Front (part 4)Our last visit to the Western Front was to Bellenglise. The nearby towns of St Quention and Bullecourt are well-known but the 4th Australian Division memorial is at Bellenglise because that was the point reached by the division before it withdrew for rest just before peace was declared.<br /><br />We couldn't find the memorial and finally asked a local who hopped into his little van and led us down a rough track to the site. We would never have driven down the track! And there was only one small sign tucked away on a side street. It's not even marked on Google maps.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">4th Australian Division memorial, Bellenglise </td></tr>
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We were particularly interested in the Bellenglise battle site because Phil's grandfather, Roy Phelan, was badly injured there late in 1918 (he was hit on his head with shrapnel but recovered fully despite losing a large piece of his skull). I've read his unit's diary and as far as I can work out Roy was near the present village of Pontruet at the time.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Swede harvest in fields at Pontruet near Bellenglise. </td></tr>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-50148813005104972512018-11-11T10:51:00.000+11:002018-11-11T11:02:19.689+11:00Western Front (Part 3)We travelled further south to the Somme valley and Villers-Brettonneux in particular.<br /><br />The farmland was looking beautiful and it is difficult to believe the devastation of the war years in this area 100 years ago. The Australian National Memorial and the new Sir John Monash Centre (behind it and underground) were very impressive of course but I was particularly interested in finding a name on the memorial panels. My grandmother Dorothy Wyllie nee Taylor's brother, David Edgar Taylor' was killed in action at Pozieres 5 August 1916. His body was never identified so he is listed among the missing at Villers Brettoneux.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">David Edgar Taylor, memorial panel, Villers Brettoneux</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Australian National Memorial, Villers Brettoneux</td></tr>
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The 1st Australian Division Memorial is at town of Pozieres and there is a very moving memorial at 'Windmill' just north of Pozieres.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">1st Australian Division memorial, Pozieres</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">1st Australian Division memorial, Pozieres</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Memorial at the Windmill site. The old village windmill was a significant site in the battle of Pozieres.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Dozens of small white crosses form the shape of the rising sun symbol next to the Windmill memorial at Pozieres.</td></tr>
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We looked for, and failed to find, a military cemetery at Franvillers in the Somme valley. My grandfather Duncan Smith's cousin, James William Hillgrove was buried there in May 1918.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-515432107064794162018-11-11T10:48:00.000+11:002018-11-11T11:03:05.446+11:00Western Front (Part 2)About eight kilometres south of the Belgian border, in France, is Fromelles. In July 1916, in just one day, 5300 Australians and 1500 British men were wounded, missing or killed. This is the memorial at that site.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Australian Memorial Park, Fromelles with V C Corner Cemetery in the background.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Australian Memorial Park, Fromelles</td></tr>
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We visited the Rue du Bois cemetery near Fleurbaix, about 3 km from Fromelles, to pay respect to Phil's great-uncle, David Ray Leed from a farm at Mologa in Victoria. He was killed in action 15 July 1916 aged 22.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">Butterfly at Rue du Boix Cemetery, Fleurbaix</td></tr>
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<br />We then found 'V C Corner cemetery near Fromelles to find the name of my grandmother, Dorothy Wyllie nee Taylor's cousin, John Henry Brown from Cobden who was killed in the action on 19 Jul 1916. His body was never identified so his name is on a panel in this cemetery.<br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); border: 1px solid rgb(238, 238, 238); box-shadow: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.1) 1px 1px 5px; color: #222222; font-family: arial, tahoma, helvetica, freesans, sans-serif; font-size: 15.4px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding: 5px; position: relative;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 12.32px;">John Henry Brown, listed among the missing, on a panel at 'VC Corner' cemetery near Fromelles.</td></tr>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-42951840519808389582018-11-11T10:45:00.000+11:002018-11-14T10:12:05.318+11:00Western Front (Part 1)We planned our trip to locate several important sites of the WW1 battles on the Western Front.<br />
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Phil has a great-uncle who died near Fromelles and I have a great uncle who also was killed in action but his body was never found or identified but his name is listed on a panel at the memorial at Villers Brettoneux in the Somme valley. And Phil's grandfather was severely injured at Bellenglise near Bellecourt. There are also several cousins of our grandparents who died.<br />
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First we went to Ypres (Ieper) in Belgium (the ANZACS called it 'Wipers' but it's pronounced something like 'eepra'.) There is a museum in the main square there called 'In Flanders Fields'. It's very well presented and it was sad to see the detritus of war on display.<br />
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Then it was time to walk down to the Menin Gate War Memorial to the missing in action for the ceremony that is performed every night. There were hundreds of people there and the ceremony is quite moving because the crowd is silent. Each night is slightly different and the night we were there there was a bagpipe band.<br />
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We also visited The Huts cemetery near Ypers where Phil's grandmother Annie Phelan nee Sims' cousin is buried. Joseph Hector Percy Chappel was killed in action 20 October 1917. This cemetery, like every other cemetery under the control of the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, was beautifully maintained.<br />
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-26087829627986667812018-02-27T23:43:00.000+11:002018-02-27T23:43:24.510+11:00Trove Tuesday: In which Bessie Phelan recognises a wanted murdererIt was early in May 1895. Bessie Phelan, 26 years old, was working at Ford's Bakery in Sydney Road, Coburg (a suburb of Melbourne), serving customers. She lived with her parents, Daniel and Jane, and five siblings. Her father had not long retired from his job as a Chief Warden at Pentridge Prison just up the road. Another brother, William (my husband's great-grandfather), was teaching at Balmattum in country Victoria.<br />
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Then began a series of incidents that ended up being reported in newspapers across the country and even in New Zealand.<br />
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Bessie had been reading the news in the paper that morning and it included the story about a man wanted for the murder of his wife and her mother in Collingwood (also a suburb of Melbourne). A man came into her shop to buy buns but only had a sovereign so she told him she couldn't change it and suggested he go next door to get the change. While he was gone she read the newspaper article again because she thought he resembled the description of the wanted man.<br />
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After Dooley left the shop she sent word to her father, the ex-warden, who told the police and a hunt began. They were joined by more and more men as word quickly spread around Coburg. Daniel Phelan was in the group that found Dooley and they set off after him 'in hot pursuit' and he was caught and taken to the police station. Unfortunately he managed to swallow what turned out to be arsenic and he later died.<br />
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All of the newspaper reports comment on Bessie Phelan's skill in recognising the wanted man, especially because he had dyed his hair, moustache and eyebrows. Apparently Bessie noted Dooley's thick upper lip and missing tooth.<br />
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<br />The Coburg newspaper waxed lyrical and called Miss Phelan a heroine. The journalist suggested that there should be some Government reward for her "quick-witted observation and action". <div>
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As I was researching this story I read a number of articles published in newspapers all over the country but they all called our heroine 'Miss Phelan'. As there were five Phelan sisters I didn't know which one was working in the bakery. Then I read the <i>Bendigo Advertiser</i> and it gave her name as Bessie, who was the second daughter. And just this week I was looking at the New Zealand equivalent to Trove - Papers Past- and I found Bessie named in an article published in an Auckland paper. So the lesson to learn from this is to widen your search to interstate papers and beyond.<br />
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The other thing I found out from the reports was that Bessie was working in a bakery. I had no idea that she was working.</div>
Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-73991443131624971162018-02-20T15:44:00.001+11:002018-02-21T10:25:24.080+11:00Trove Tuesday: In which Fred Smith builds a private bowling green<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<i>The Examiner</i>, Launceston, 17 Feb 1950</td></tr>
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When I was a teenager I sat down with my grandfather, Duncan Smith, and asked him to name all of his cousins. As he did so I wrote them all down and since then his list has proven to be accurate, including the order of births. What is amazing to me is that he had 69 cousins (as well as 7 siblings).<br />
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One of his cousins was Frederick Thomas Walker Smith. My grandfather told me that Fred lived in Tasmania and a son was killed on a ship in the Second World War.<br />
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So I set out to do a search on the newspapers at Trove and as a result I now know quite a bit more about cousin Fred.<br />
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The article above, and numerous other reports, told me that Fred (known as Pop) was a very keen lawn bowler. So keen in fact, he built his own bowling green but was disappointed that when he didn't get many players keen to play on his green.<br />
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In 1950 Fred also retired from his job as chief line inspector in Northern Tasmania for the PMG having worked for the department for 42 years. He appears to have been well respected.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">FTW Smith retires. <i>Examiner</i>, Launceston, 14 Jul 1950</td></tr>
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By my calculations that means he started work as a linesman in about 1908 at the age of about 22. Fred was born in Dunmunkle near Minyip, Victoria in 1885. His parents were Sampson Smith and Elizabeth Walker who were farmers. His parents later moved to Caramut where they had a shop. Fred had nine brothers and sisters.<br />
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In 1917 Fred's father died and later that year Fred was employed to help install the first telephone lines on King Island in Bass Strait.<br />
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<i>Telephones.— For many years the establishment of a telephonic system on the island was considered by the majority here more or less in the light of a harmless vision, the materialisation of which was not only considered but its utility,</i><br />
<i>even </i><i>if possible of realization, was greatly questioned, it being contended that even if such a system was in existence it would only be used on rare occasions, and other arguments of an equally convincing nature to those maintaining them. An idea of the value of this last named argu</i><i>ment may be gained by anyone</i><br />
<i>fre</i><i>quently visiting the post office where at any time of the day from morn to dewy eve, and later, the system may be heard and seen in constant operation. In all innovations there is always a minority who, by virtue of possessing some imagination, are enabled to see a little further ahead </i><i>than others, and the matter under </i><i>consideration was no exception to the invariable rule, as it is now many years since tentative efforts were made by the few in the direction of bringing the matter within the realm </i><i>of actual fact. As this has now been accomplished, the believers and their </i><i>efforts and the disbelievers and their </i><i>witticisms having became matters of </i><i>ancient history recorded in these </i><i>pages </i><i>and elsewhere, it is needless to make further reference to them except to say that their efforts for and against, the scheme constitute a rather interesting and instructive chapter in the historical development of the island. Coming to the actual establishment of the system it may'be interesting to some of our readers, </i><i>even at the expense of some repetition, to restate some of the main facts in connection with the actual work, and also some further, particulars </i><i>which have not yet been laid before our readers. </i><br />
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<i>On Friday, August 10, 1917, Line-foreman F. T. W. Smith and his party arrived and commenced </i><i>party and commenced operations on the Currie to Wickham line the following Monday. Lineforeman L. N. Kerslake and his party arrived on Sept. 28, and soon commenced operations on the Pegarah Road line including that portion of. the Surprise Bay line to the turnoff on the south road, the remainder of this last named line being completed by Mr Smith after dealing with the northern section. On January 29, this year, Mr S. E. Robinson, the mechanic, made his appearance on the scene of activities, and on February 23 Asst. Electrical Engineer G. J. Braithwaite, accompanied by Lineinspector P. Bryan, arrived here on his inspectional visit and the work was, we understand, finally passed, being entirely satisfactory. On April 1 Mr Smith and his party took their departure, and exactly one calendar </i><i>month later Mr Kerslake, his party, and Mr Robinson having put the finishing touches to the work returned to Tasmania. This is, very briefly stated, an account of the principal events in connection with the erection of the sixty and a half miles of telephone lines that the island now possesses, which, when the right men took the matter in hand, was completed in slightly under nine months, the work including as it did some pretty tough going, more particularly on the Pegarah Road line. While the success of the telephonic system here, from, the financial point of view has yet to be demonstrated it is nevertheless opined that its utility to the community generally is no longer regarded as doubtful, and for this reason alone its existence is fully justified. </i><br />
[<i>King Island News</i>, Wednesday 17 July 1918, page 2]<br />
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Fred Smith married Ethel Grace Radford and they had lived in Mowbray near Launceston and raised five children. Their three sons all enlisted for service in World War 2 - Sam was serving as a seaman on the 'HMAS Hobart' when he was killed in July 1943**, Jack was a Prisoner of War in Burma but returned to Launceston after the war ended, and Arthur also served in the AIF.<br />
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Fred Smith's wife died at Launceston in 1949 and he died in 1970 at the age of 84.<br />
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Now I have to find out about my grandfather's other 68 cousins!<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">* Update: "S</span><span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">hortly after the articles
were in the Examiner a Mowbray Bowls Club was formed with him as first
President then the next two years Mr. Andy Burleigh was President and then Keith Brain took the reins. There was always one
weekend a year that was Pop Smiths Charity day when all funds from the bowls
day were given to St Giles (Home for Crippled Children set up after Polio
epedemic)." Thankyou Bev Perkins</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">** <span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">On 20 July 1943, </span><em style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Hobart</em><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine whilst en route to Espiritu Santo, Vanuatu, as part of Task Force 74. The torpedo struck aft on the port side causing considerable damage in the vicinity of the wardroom. Thirteen officers and sailors were killed and another seven injured. She made it to Espiritu Santo under her own power the following day where she underwent temporary repairs.</span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> Source: </span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">http://www.navy.gov.au/hmas-hobart-i</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">See also: </span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">https://www.flickr.com/photos/41311545@N05/3975981931</span><br />
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Snapshot in Phelan album, c1938</td></tr>
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The photo above, in a family album, was taken in the late 1930s, shortly after the swimming enclosure at Geelong was opened. Someone in the family must have been there on holiday. The enclosure was the last constructed in Victoria and is the only one that remains. It was restored in the 1990s and is as popular as it has ever been. The buildings and landscaping is art deco and very beautiful. It now has heritage protection.<br />
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There is a concrete lined pool for young children and the boardwalk encloses eight acres of the sea so swimmers are protected from sharks. It is also a very popular area for big events, wedding photos, and family picnics. The foreshore on Corio Bay faces north, one of the few north-facing beaches in Victoria, so it is naturally sheltered and warm when other beaches are windswept.</div>
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http://www.intown.com.au/locals/geelong/attractions/eastern-beach.htm</td></tr>
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This post is in response to the theme photo for the <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2018/02/sepia-saturday-406-17-february-2018.html" target="_blank">Sepia Saturday group</a>. The diving platform looks very similar to the one in Geelong that was constructed at about the same time. Visitors to the group welcome.</div>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-24832596879234171752018-02-14T20:10:00.000+11:002018-02-15T09:52:13.421+11:00One death, two death certificatesA surprise letter arrived in the mail today. It contained the death certificate of my father-in-law who died in Perth, WA on Christmas Day 2017.<br />
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Neil was 94 years old and in good health so his death was unexpected. But that's not the surprise.<br />
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He had travelled to Perth from Victoria on the train with family to spend Christmas with his grandaughter. He became ill on the train and died in hospital after a very brief illness. He had expressed a wish that he be buried rather cremated so the process of returning his body to Victoria was initiated by family.<br />
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You won't be surprised to learn that there was a bit of paperwork involved. We put it in the hands of the undertaker in Neil's home town in Victoria who had to liaise with an undertaker in Perth. A body can't be moved across state borders without a death certificate so the undertaker in Western Australia organised that. We also discovered that bodies cannot be transported by road to Victoria from WA - they must be transported by air. From any other state (including Tasmania) they can be transported in refrigerated vehicles.<br />
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So after several weeks the necessary paperwork was completed, the body transferred and many friends and family gathered to celebrate his long and worthwhile life. Neil was buried with his wife, Shirley, who had died earlier in the year.<br />
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My husband is one of the executors and he is starting to prepare the usual documents in order to apply for probate. One of the required documents is the death certificate of course, which the Victorian undertaker had passed over to us, so you can imagine my surprise when a second death certificate, also issued from Western Australia, arrived in the post today. There was no covering letter but I note that the registration number is different. All the other details are exactly the same except that the new certificate has a place and date of burial.<br />
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Now we're left with a quandary. There are two death certificates.<br />
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Will the probate office want both, or just the second one? We'll find out no doubt.<br />
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-90251361243978202882017-11-07T16:21:00.001+11:002017-11-07T18:52:47.106+11:00Trove Tuesday: Margaret Alford nee Stone<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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My mother-in-law had fond memories of her Grandma.<br />
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Margaret Alford was born Margaret Stone in Bagdad, Tasmania in 1860 where her family were farmers. Her parents were Joseph Stone and Margaret Foster and she had two older brothers when, in March 1863, the family moved across the Bass Strait to Victoria, selecting land at Woodstock West and building a house they called 'Alva'.<br />
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Margaret's older brother, Joseph, died when Margaret was five years old. Five more siblings were born in Victoria but one, a sister Joanna, died at three when Margaret was nine years old. I don't know the cause of death for either child but their deaths must have had an impact on young Margaret.<br />
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In May 1882 Margaret married a local farmer, Thomas Alford, at the Bible Christian Church at Woodstock West. The bride walked to the church from her home.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas Alford married Margaret Stone <br />
<i>Bendigo Advertiser</i>, 5 May 1882</td></tr>
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Thomas and Margaret Alford lived at Warragul, then moved back to Woodstock until 1897 when they moved to Warragul again. Thomas' brother, sister and parents also lived at Warragul. Thomas and Margaret had eight children.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret and Thomas move to Warragul, Victoria<br />
<i>Bendigo Advertiser</i> 8 May 1897</td></tr>
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In 1903 the family moved to Mologa, near Pyramid Hill in central Victoria, and built a house on their farm they called 'Myall Marsh'.<br />
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Margaret's father had died in 1890 at the age of 63. He'd never fully recovered after a horse kicked him three years earlier.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Death of Joseph Stone</td></tr>
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In the next few years there was a series of accidents involving Margaret's siblings and children:<br />
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Margaret's brother James had married Thomas Alford's sister, Eliza but she died in 1892 of Tuberculosis.<br />
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In 1901 Margaret's brother. George Henry Stone, also had an accident. He was 25 years old. Unfortunately it seems to have had a lasting effect because he committed suicide in 1907.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">George Stone seriously injured.<br />
<i>Bendigo Advertiser </i>2 March 1901</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>SAD SUICIDE AT NEWBRIDGE</i></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Woodstock West, 21st January</i></span><span style="font-family: "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"><i>Quite a gloom was cast over the district on Saturday when it became
known that Mr. George Stone, well-known respected farmer, had been found early
in the morning hanging from a rafter in a stable at his farm near Newbridge.
The body was quite cold, and it is presumed death must have taken place the
previous evening. The deceased, who was only 30 years of age, was connected
with the Methodist Church mid Sunday School, and was also a prominent member of
the Rechabite Order. Some few years ago the unfortunate young man met with a
serious accident, having been found in an unconscious condition, the result of
a fall from a horse, the effects of which were at the time severely felt.
Deceased was engaged carting wheat to the Shelbourne railway station, and had
delivered a load on Friday. After partaking of lunch with his sister he
proceeded to prepare for Saturday's work. An inquiry was conducted on Saturday
evening before Mr. W Greene, P.M. and a verdict of suicide whilst temporarily
insane was recorded. The funeral took place Sunday afternoon at Newbridge
Cemetery and was largely attended. The service at the grave was conducted by
the. Rev. A. Uglow. Much sympathy was expressed for the relatives and friends. Bendigo Advertiser 22 January 1907</i></span></blockquote>
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In 1903 Margaret's sister had her leg amputated. The family story is that it was done on the kitchen table and that Isabella sufferered from epilepsy after the operation. Margaret's daughter, Ella aged 18, went down to Woodstock to care for her. Isabella died in 1916 at the age of 52.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabella Stone's leg is amputated.<br />
<i>Bendigo Advertiser</i> 23 Jun 1903</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isabella is recovering.<br />
<i>Bendigo Advertiser</i> 13 August 1903</td></tr>
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In 1904 Margaret's mother, also called Margaret, died at the age of 71. Both of her parents appear to have been highly respected.<br />
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In January 1906 Margaret's son Arthur died when he was 18. He drowned in a dam near their farm at Mologa after presumably suffering cramp. His younger brother could not save him.<br />
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In WW1 Margaret and Thomas' son, Tom Alford, enlisted in the army in March 1916 and served in France. He returned to Australia in 1919.<br />
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In 1922 Margaret's son Charles (Dick) Alford died aged 20. He was thrown from a gig. His leg was badly broken but there were other internal problems and he died five weeks later.<br />
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A year later, in 1923, Margaret's daughter Ruby (Hare) died at 34 from appendicitis leaving seven young children.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret and Thomas Alford with family</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Thomas and Margaret Alford</td></tr>
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In 1919 Thomas and Margaret moved off the farm, leaving it in the charge of their sons Tom and Ralph, and moved to Honeysuckle St, Eaglehawk.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Margaret Alford</td></tr>
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In this photo Margaret is wandering alone through a garden and even though she was much loved by her family it is tempting to think that she was remembering those in her family who had died.<br />
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Margaret herself died in 1932 at the age of 71. Her husband had contracted influenza and decided to go to their daughter Ella Pickles' home to recuperate. It was while nursing Thomas that Margaret took ill and she never recovered. Thomas died eight years later. Both are buried at Pyramid Hill.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>The Argus</i> 1 March 1932</td></tr>
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This post highlights the amazing resources at <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove </a>at the National Library of Australia.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-78701256686972036812017-10-17T20:44:00.002+11:002017-10-19T07:42:49.491+11:00Trove Tuesday: Was he guilty?In 1906 young Charlie (David Charles) Stokes was 19 years old, almost 20, and had been working on Cornelia Creek station near Echuca as a boundary rider for five or six years. His father, Charles David Stokes, lived at Corop (his mother had died in 1904), and his grandmother Stokes (Eleanor nee Paynter) was still alive and living nearby. Charlie had 6 younger brothers and sisters and one older sister.<br />
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This is the story that I've pieced together from newspaper reports.<br />
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The manager, Ernest Harpham, of Cornelia Creek reported to police that he had been robbed on the 17th March 1906 and when on 22nd March they went to the sheep station to interview him he said that he'd been awakened at 1 a.m and found Charlie Stokes in the passage. Charlie had been sent to Echuca earlier in the day to pick up a telegram and entered the house to give it to him. As he opened the door into the living room Harpham found that the curtains were ablaze and considerable damage was caused before it was brought under control. The next day the manager found that he had also been robbed of a gold brooch, 2 watches, a gold chain, three pairs of cuff-links, £7/10 in cash and his day and cash books.<br />
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Suspicion soon fell on Charlie Stokes because as well as being in the house apparently he owed about five pounds to the station. The assumption was that by destroying the books he was destroying proof of the debt.<br />
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The police and the manager went to the Koyuga railway station where they found Charlie on the platform and persuaded him to return to Cornelia Creek. Detective Sergeant Wilson interviewed him in his room and asked him to write a statement. Wilson then left the room and he and two other witnesses, the gardener Thomas Mills and the cook John Irving, stated that he was only out of the room a few seconds when they heard a gun shot. Charlie had killed himself.<br />
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At the inquest the policeman said that the gun must have been prepared and hidden because there wasn't time for Charlie to have taken off his coat and hung it up before getting the gun and using his toe to pull the string attached to the trigger.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Albury Banner and Wodonga Express</i> 30 Mar 1906</td></tr>
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The day before he died Charlie wrote a letter to his sister (the newspapers don't say which one) claiming to be innocent of the crime and asking for help from his father. The letter was later published in the paper.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>Riverine Herald </i>2 Apr 1906</td></tr>
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Detective Sergeant Wilson stated that Stokes appeared to be agitated and denied implication in the crime. An article in the <i>Bendigo Independent</i> on 23 March had the following paragraph: <i>The youth was greatly liked by the manager and other employees, who thought he would be the last person to commit such a robbery or take his own life. He was a general favourite and was regarded as trustworthy and hard working. His father resides in Corop.</i><br />
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The inquest returned an open verdict.<br />
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For me there are still questions that remain unanswered. Where are the stolen goods? Where was Charlie buried? Was he guilty and if not who was?<br />
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* Coincidentally the owner of Cornelia Creek, George Simmie, died in Melbourne in the same week aged 78. He was the former MLC for Northern Province.<br />
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** Cornelia Creek was subdivided in 1911 but there is a winery currently operating under that name on the original homestead site.<br />
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*** My connection with this story is that Charlie Stokes' grandmother, Eleanor Stokes nee Paynter, was a great great aunt of my husband. She was born in the village of Iwerne Courtney, Dorset and when she was 18, in January 1855, she married a local lad called Charles David Stokes. Almost immediately, with her new husband, her parents and siblings she sailed to Australia on the 'Omega', arriving in May 1855.<br />
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For this post I was able to use the amazing newspaper resources at <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a>.<br />
<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-7854658717136398662017-10-15T11:01:00.001+11:002017-10-15T11:01:21.213+11:00Sepia Saturday: Photographing childrenThis blog is generally about family but this post specifically highlights some photos I have purchased.<div>
I think it's sad that snapshots and formal photos are sold online. Presumably when homes are cleaned out after people die their families don't want the old memorabilia. Most of the photos I buy (rescue) are the informal snapshots from the 1900s but some are formal studio photos like those below. I scan the photos, upload them with appropriate tags to <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/boobook48/" target="_blank">my Flickr page</a> and link them to the<a href="https://www.flickr.com/groups/83633840@N00/" target="_blank"> National Library of Australia's Flickr page</a> that is connected to the library's search engine. <div>
I now have a shelf of photos that aren't connected to my own family and, like all collectors, I wonder what will happen to them after I'm gone. But in the meantime they have given me a lot of pleasure.</div>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-8110173785830423532017-10-11T18:20:00.001+11:002017-10-11T22:08:53.214+11:00Two Australian icons<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Ask any Australian if they know Streets Icecream and the answer will be yes. And ask any Australian if they know about the dog on the tuckerbox and the answer will be yes. They are two Australian icons. But ask any Australian about the background story of the icons and you'll be met with a blank face or a shoulder shrug. Here they are in the same family holiday snapshot taken near Gundagai, New South Wales in about 1962. There's the dog on the tucker box and parked nearby is a Streets Ice Cream delivery van.<br />
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The life-size statue of a dog was unveiled by the Prime Minister of Australia, the Right Honorable Joseph Lyons, in 1932. It is a memorial to the pioneers of the Gundergai district.<br />
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showing the Dog on the Tuckerbox statue in front. Gundagai, New South Wales, ca. 1970 <br />
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<i>Between WWI and WWII, Edwin (‘Ted’) Street with the help of his wife and brother laid the foundations (in Corrimal, NSW) for what would ultimately become Australia’s biggest and best-known ice cream manufacturer. Streets ice cream was originally made in the back shed by Ted. He would then sell these to neighbours along with sweets, cakes and lemonade. Popularity grew and he soon used a cart, then a one-horse- power motorbike to sell Streets ice cream. It continued to grow and today Streets ice cream is sold throughout Australia and New Zealand with well known brands such as Magnum, Paddle Pop and Blue Ribbon. [http://www.streetsicecream.com.au/ShareHappyFlexible/AboutStreets.aspx]</i><br />
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<i>The statue was inspired by a bullock drover's poem, "Bullocky Bill", which celebrates the life of an allegorical drover's dog that loyally guarded the man's tuckerbox (an Australian colloquialism for a box that holds food) until death...Bullocky Bill was written by an otherwise unknown poet who used the pen name "Bowyang Yorke" and first printed in 1857. A later poem by Jack Moses drew on the Bowyang Yorke poem for inspiration and was published in the 1920s. The latter poem was very popular and was the inspiration for the statue. Moses's poem, Nine Miles from Gundagai, was first published in 1938, several years after the statue's unveiling. Jack O'Hagan's song, "Where the Dog Sits on the Tuckerbox (5 miles from Gundagai)", was published in 1937.</i> [Wikipedia]<br />
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-63670639858698346332017-09-02T20:54:00.001+10:002017-10-18T22:38:39.593+11:00Sepia Saturday: A set of wheels<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This photo is a scanned family slide from a about the 1960s. I think the child is my husband's younger sister Kay. I like the creative thinking of the children at play. It looks like the arrangement of tricycle towing a wheelbarrow complete with passenger would work. And obviously an adult has taken the photo so they couldn't have been too worried about consequences.<br />
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-5802960162168408562017-07-07T22:29:00.002+10:002017-07-07T22:29:44.052+10:00Sepia Saturday: Swimming in the '20s<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This week's photo is in a family album but I don't know who the people are. I think it was taken at Kow Swamp in the 1920s.<br />
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Kow Swamp is a shallow freshwater lake in northern Victoria near Gunbower now used for water storage and some recreational activities such as fishing and birdwatching. It is also a significant archaeological site of Aboriginal heritage and history.<br />
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-65751052527296620042017-07-01T23:12:00.001+10:002017-07-01T23:12:19.392+10:00Sepia Saturday: McKinnon's farm, Homerton<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In 1952 my parents moved from a wheat farm in the Wimmera to a dairy farm at Homerton on the south coast of Victoria. I was three years old and my younger brother just one.</span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our parents owned the farm for about 35 years</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> so </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I grew up there and have many happy memories of the farm and the district.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Just a few years ago I met a lady by chance who, as a child, was friends with the girl in the first photo below, Heather McKinnon. The McKinnons had owned our farm before us and I was delighted when Heather gave me some copies of old photographs she had of the farm.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's been interesting to compare what the farm looked like in the 1930s and as I remember it from the 1950s. Some of the buildings were still there, some not. Dad used a tractor rather than horses. Even the trees and vegetation in the background are interesting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The three photos below were taken on different occasions so I think the cream cart must have been used to entertain visitors as well as their real purpose of taking the cream cans to the end of the lane for pickup and probably for carting other items around the farm as well. Heather was an only child so I imagine she was very skilled with horses and other farm work.</span></div>
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When we bought the farm we moved into the McKinnon's home (in the photo below) but it was quite old and we only lived there for about three years before my parents built a new house. Some of the garden trees still exist but the house in this photo is long gone.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-12404725541413420172017-04-09T14:01:00.000+10:002017-04-09T14:01:33.017+10:00London School of MusicAt a recent family gathering a relative turned up with a photo I hadn't seen before. It was my husband's grandmother, Mary Leed.<br />
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Mary is wearing a graduation gown and hat and holding a rolled-up certificate. The photo prompted me to search on Trove and I found a relevant article. It informs me that Mary was awarded the Diploma of Associate (A.L.C.M.) for Singing.<br />
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ALCM means Associate London College of Music and Mary was entitled to put those initials after her name (ie Mary I Leed ALCM). It meant that she had studied singing for many years, moving through each of the eight grades and then the Diploma which is equivalent to a second-year university degree. She was, indeed, a very fine singer and entertained at concerts in northern Victoria.<br />
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The LCM exams started in London 1887 and were very popular in Australia. Students studied musical performance and theory and examinations were held twice a year.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Advertisement for London College of Music,<i> The Advocate </i>26 May 1921</td></tr>
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Mary grew up on a farm in Central Molga near Pyramid Hill, went to school locally and then attended Methodist Ladies College in Melbourne for a year. She married a local farmer, Ralph Alford, in September 1922 - the year the graduation photo was taken.<br />
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A generation later Mary's daughter, Shirley Alford, was awarded a Licentiate of the London College of Music, an LLCM, for piano. That award is equivalent to a final-year university module. She taught piano for many years and played the organ at church. She also supported local Eisteddfod sompetitions.<br />
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The <a href="http://www.uwl.ac.uk/academic-schools/music/lcm-exams/exam-levels" target="_blank">London School of Music</a> is still very active and is now incorporated into the University of West London.Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-64064801242176240232017-04-08T23:24:00.002+10:002017-04-09T14:10:08.551+10:00Sepia Saturday: A trio of damaged photographs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
The theme photo for Sepia Saturday this week is shows a print from a glass plate negative of three choir boys. I don't have any family photos to match so I've chosen a trio of damaged photos of trios.</div>
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These three photos are in the collection of the Genealogical Society of Victoria. They appear to be prints from damaged glass negatives. Most seem to be taken in a Melbourne studio in the 1920s, very few have names but the quality (of the undamaged bits) is very good. The photographer is unknown.</div>
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You can see more contributions to the theme over at Sepia Saturday's <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2017/04/sepia-saturday-362-8-april-2017.html" target="_blank">webpage</a>. And you can see the rest of the collection on GSV's Flickr page <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/gsofv/albums/72157633247046967" target="_blank">here</a> and <a href="https://www.flickr.com/photos/gsofv/albums/with/72157633247046967" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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<br />Boobookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01395043246338753023noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5336471249719806975.post-35086950211266672032017-04-01T21:17:00.000+11:002017-04-01T21:17:48.324+11:00Sepia Saturday: April fool<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A post for Sepia Saturday following the theme photo below. You can find more posts for 1 April <a href="http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/" target="_blank">here</a>.<br />
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