tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87995069759467733182024-03-14T14:04:42.992+11:00Branches Leaves & Pollenfor more than just a tree!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-90221932712273892572015-03-24T00:30:00.000+11:002015-03-24T15:32:55.146+11:00Trove Tuesday: Orient Liner Ophir<a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a> doesn't just allow us to find newspaper articles, although it is easy to get wrapped up in just looking through those results without a thought to what other items you might find.<br />
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I have been writing up some narrative around research that I have done, so that instead of just a nice collection of names and dates, there is a story as well.<br />
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So, today I used Trove to look for a picture of one of my immigrant ships, the <i>Ophir</i>.<br />
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And I found more than I had hoped for!<br />
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First I found out that the <i>Ophir</i> was later refurbished and used to convey their Royal Highnesses The Duke and Duchess of Cornwall and York (later King George V and Queen Mary) on their 1901 tour of the British Empire. Their tour included Malta, Ceylon, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, and Newfoundland. And that meant there were LOTS of photos.<br />
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But I wanted a picture from before that, as Elizabeth Wardley (nee Rufford) had travelled in 1895 with her three daughters Alice, Clara and Mavis, and her younger brother Henry Alfred Rufford. Arriving just over 120 years ago on 9 March 1895. Her husband Charles Wardley was already settled in Carrington, near Newcastle. He paid deposits for their passage on 11 October 1894, enclosing a recommendation from Mr J.L. Fegan MP, his local Member of the New South Wales Legislative Assembly.<br />
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Amazingly, Trove came up trumps. I found a picture held by the National Maritime Museum, from the <i>Ophir</i>'s first voyage to Sydney, originally clipped out of the <i>Illustrated Sydney News</i>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;">Maker - Illustrated Sydney News 1892, THE NEW ORIENT LINER "OPHIR", </span><span style="font-size: 12.8000001907349px;"><a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/work/167746437">http://trove.nla.gov.au/work/167746437</a></span></td></tr>
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<br />So, what did I do next? I headed back to Trove to see if I could find the original newspaper the image was clipped from.<br />
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And there it was. Online. Just waiting to be discovered.<br />
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With a brilliant description of the ship!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1892 'THE NEW ORIENT LINER OPHIR.', <i>Illustrated Sydney News</i> (NSW : 1881 - 1894), 13 February, p. 6, viewed 24 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article64030279">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article64030279</a></td></tr>
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Next, I thought I would see if I could find any notices relating to the precise voyage that my family came on.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1895 'ARRIVAL OF THE R.M.S. OPHIR.', <i>The Sydney Morning Herald</i> (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 11 March, p. 6, viewed 24 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13992659">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13992659</a></td></tr>
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And this article names all those travelling in style - my family were in the "other classes".<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1895 'THE R.M.S. OPHIR AT ALBANY.', <i>The Advertiser </i>(Adelaide, SA : 1889 - 1931), 4 March, p. 5, viewed 24 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article25751952">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article25751952</a></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-35811153148520817132015-03-17T00:30:00.000+11:002015-03-17T11:57:00.523+11:00Trove Tuesday: Boolaroo Birthday PartyMy great-grandmother, Amy Elizabeth Weatherstone, who is known as Betty - had her 10th Birthday Party reported in the Newcastle Morning Herald!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1933 'BOOLAROO BIRTHDAY PARTY.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 13 July, p. 13, viewed 17 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135100805">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135100805</a></td></tr>
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I've seen reports of 100th Birthdays in the papers before, but a 10th! What a nice little find!<br />
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My mum has sent the clipping from Trove to her grandmother, it will be interesting to find out whether Grandma knew of the article at the time.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-46284641253398054662015-03-10T00:30:00.000+11:002015-03-10T00:30:01.088+11:00Trove Tuesday: John James (aka Jack) WeatherstoneJohn James Weatherstone, my third great grandfather, was born on 24 May 1864 on the Breadalbane Plains near Goulburn. His parents, John James Weatherstone (Snr) and Lucy Louise Dixon, were both the children of convicts.<div>
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John James Weatherstone married Amy Rosetta Bull in the Congregational Church in Manly on 1 June 1890. Amy Rosetta was baptised on 7 April 1870 in St John's Fulham, the daughter of Walter Bull and Harriet Shadwell, and emigrated to Australia from London. I have written about their journey before <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/2012/09/a-staggered-emigration-bull-family_19.html" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
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On the first anniversary of his death, his family inserted a number of notices in the Newcastle Morning Herald. The last notice includes my grandmother, Ruth, as one of his great-grandchildren. She was born only four months before he died.</div>
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It always gives such a poignant glimpse at the sorrow felt by the family left behind, reading these tributes.<br /><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">1945 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (</i>NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 6 January, p. 2, viewed 9 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135013787">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135013787</a></td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-79300160824860088352015-03-03T00:30:00.000+11:002015-03-03T13:40:33.975+11:00Trove Tuesday: In the SpreewaldGerman research can be a challenge, and at the moment I am trying to piece together some information about part of my husband's family, who came from the Spreewald region in Germany.<br />
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Being the Trove-ite I am, on the off chance I might find something interesting, I typed "Spreewald" in to the Trove search engine and found this great write up!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1895 'In the Spreewald.', <i>Chronicle</i> (Adelaide, SA : 1895 - 1954), 21 December, p. 39, viewed 3 March, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article87168697">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article87168697</a></td></tr>
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It goes on ... I've copied and pasted the (uncorrected) text from Trove below.<br />
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So, a lesson to be learnt, think outside the box! You may just find something in Trove that will help with research on a family who did not settle in Australia for another century after the article was written.<br />
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Trove really does have something for everyone.<br />
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">In tin* Spreenald.</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">It was on the 1st of -September very early m</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the morning that three of us left Berlin by the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Gorlitzer railway on a visit to the Spreewald.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> It was very sultry weather, and the atmo</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sphere of the city was heavy and dull, in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ducing that languor and depression often</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> caused by even- moderate heat in northern</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> latitudes. It was in fact of all days the one</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> best adapted for a journey from the stifling</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">streets to that primitive region of alternate</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> waste and carefully tilled, land, of marsh and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> wood and water, which is known as the Spree</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> wald, and - in which so many curious customs</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and superstitions of the Wendish race still</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> linger. On the way we tried to find an outlet</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> for our ignorance by telling each other all we</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> knew of these same Wends — that curious</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> remnant of the vast Slavonic hordes that</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> passed from the plains of Asia into Germany</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> in the fourth century.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> In little over two hours we reached Liibbe</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> nan. In this quaint little old town with its</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> umbrella-covered market square, its half</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> deserted streets and alleys, along which now</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and then rumble long narrow ladder waggons</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> drawn by slow-footed oxen, we seem to have</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> come not only into a different atmosphere but</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> a different century from that with which we are</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">familiar. Here there is no trace of hurry or</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> unrest — no sign of the storm and stress of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> modern life. The Berlin tourists who straggle</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> about are not numerous enough to spoil the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> charm of the sleepy friendly little town, all</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> enclosed by cornfields and shadowy gar</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> dens. A path thickly shaded bv elms and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> limes leads from the railway -station to the spot</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> from which we embark for the various points</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of interest which we wish to visit. Before us</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> tramp sjn-e peasant women, whose peculiar</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> headdresses and short skirts, affording a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> liberal display of abnormally developed legs,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> proclaimed them to be Wends Tile head</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> dress of a Wendish woman is the most im</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> portant and distinctive -article of her attire.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Usually it is made of a single square piece of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> snow-white linen, closely bound about the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> head, and fastened in such a way that it stands</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">out on each side like a great white fan — a '</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> form which the linen retains from being</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">stiffly starched. The wearer has always to J</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> secure the services of a second person in the |</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> proper adjustment of this headdress, which</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> has a very nun-like aspect.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Our choice of a boat is partly guided by the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> representations of a stalwart ferryman, who is</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> a German, and who informs us that he has</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Wendish relatives on a farm half-way to our</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> destination who will be glad to provide us !</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with refreshments. We get into his boat i</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and next moment are gliding over the water I</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with the easy sinking motion that forcibly re</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> calls a Venetian gondola. Our ferryman does</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> not row or scull, but stands upright in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stern of the boat, and at once guides and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> pushes it on by means of a long pole. To do</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> this with rapidity and safety necessitates a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> skill that can come only with long practice.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> For thb network of arms and arteries into</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> which the natural depression of the land has</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> dispersed the river is further complicated by</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the canals that have been made to drain the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> earth for purposes of agriculture. Thus few of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the streams are more than 10 ft. wide, and as</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> nearly all locomotion is carried on by boats</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and small canoes, the danger of collision in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> more frequented thoroughfares has to be con</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Btantly guarded against. It is a Chinese say</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ing that to find pleasure it must be sought for</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> either on the mountains or on the water. The</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">latter is here unlimited, but the land is almost</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> universally flat. The woods, too, which were</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> once the glory and distinguishing feature of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the Spreewald, as its name implies, are now in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> many places a thing of the past. Whole tracts</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> have been entirely denuded of trees ; and only</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> along the streams has a military-looking row</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> been left, and even these are in many in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stances severely pollarded. But on all sides</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> far as the eye can reach are to be seen huts and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> logwood cottages, surrounded by well-manured</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and cultivated fields, by beds of vegetables and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> fruit trees. Now and then we pass boats</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> loaded with farm produce on their way to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Lubbenan, whence the goods are forwarded to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the markets of Berlin and Dresden. Indeed,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we are assured that the pickled cucumbers of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the Spreewald are Bent in greatquantities over</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Bea to America, where the Teutons who, like</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Hans Breitmann, give a 'barty,' never fail to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> garnish the festal board with this highly</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> prized relish of the Fatherland.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> In rather more than half-an-hour after</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> leaving Liibbenan we passed Lehde— a strange</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">little fisher village over six hundred years old,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that irresistibly suggests a time-worn print in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> an ancient book. The lowly habitations are</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> all of stout logwood, thatched with straw and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> heavy reeds. The logs are seine times covered</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with a light coating of clav ; always the roofs are</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stained and mildewed and moss-grown, and over</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> all there is an air of indescribable decrepitude of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> mouldering decay, as if these small tenements</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> were being slowly, but surely, eaten up by the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> elements. In front of each lowly dwelling a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> little boat is usually fastened, for hardly any of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> them can be approached except by water.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Sometimes between two close neighbors a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> small arched connecting bridge may be seen, on</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> so minute a scale that it strikingly recalls</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">those which figure on old delf plates of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> willow pattern.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> An hour after passing Lehde we stop at the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> small farmhouse that belongs to the relative of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> our ferryman. This house is a cottage of thn</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ordinary wooden wall and thatched roof order.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> In front is a charming little meadow covered</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with lush grass softer than sleep growing up</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to the water's edge. Fastened to a stout pole</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> opposite to the door is a small slender boat—</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the everyday conveyance of the family. On</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> .examining it near at hand we find that it is</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> almost a facsimile of the fossilised canoes that</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> are preserved in some of the Berlin museums</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> as relics of a pre-historic age.* There is a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> garden close to the dwelling house full of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> plum, apple, and pear trees. The branches of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the latter are still bent beneath a fertile crop</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of large yellow pears- -good to look at and good</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to eat. All round the garden stand beehives,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and' the hum of bees rifling RoBenpappei</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">(hollyhock) and Geissblatt (honeysuckle) tills</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the air with a slumbrous sound — ' a sound that</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> brings the feelings of a dream.' The small</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> fields that make up the farm are cultivated to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the last inch. Corn, cucumbers, and- carrots</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> are the favorite crops in the Spreewald. Two</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> daughters of the house are at work on a patch</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of potatoes. They are stout rosy girls with</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> flat wide faces that speak of WencVsh origin.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> The mother is of the same type to a yet more</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> marked degree.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> We are shown into the stube, the general</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> living-room, and there we find an old woman</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sitting in a corner of . the ? seat that half</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> surrounds the Btove, knitting half asleep. She</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> looks up but Rives no sign of seeing us. She is</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> blind, the house-mother tells us, and close oh</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">ninety nine !</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> 'Sne is my mother-iu-law,' continues our</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> hostess, ' and has a great-great-granddaughter</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> married in the fishing district of Lehde. No,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> not my great-grandchild, but my husband's.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> I am . his second wife, and he is twenty-four</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> years older than 1 am.' She goes ou to tell us</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that her man is at Liibbenan to-day with his</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">youngest son. They have taken a boatful of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> apples there. Prices are not so good this</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> season, but the harvest has been more plentiful</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> than- usual. Thank the good God they want</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> for nothing ; they have enough and to spare</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">after Uhristmas. Uretel, the eldest furl, is to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> be married ; but she is not going far away.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> There, that cottage to the left, is to be</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Gretel's home. We look out through the little</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> four-paned window to catch a glimpse of a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> cottage half hidden by fruit trees.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Then the good housewife busies herself with</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> getting us some refreshments. In her absence</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we look round the room with some curiosity.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> It is rather low and dark, but spotlessly clean.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> There is a bed in one corner with stiff curtains</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of a texture and pattern that proclaim them to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> be the product of another age. Hound three</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Bides of the room runs a shelf half a foot wide,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> on which a great variety of articles are ranged.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Massive two-handled delf goblets, basins with</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> mottoes and big bright leaves, pewter measures</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sparkling-like mirrors, porcelain coffee pots</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and cups and saucers, one or two huge</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> long-stemmed pipes evidently designed more</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> for ornament than use — such are some of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> possessions and heirlooms ranged on this com</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> modious family shelf. There are prints</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> on the walls, some of them deliciously full of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> anachronisms. There is, for instance, the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> prodigal son leaving his home with all his</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> worldly substance. He is dressed like a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> prosperous German peasant, and has two</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> German wagRons loaded with household</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> goods, conspicuous among them being some of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the billowy feather coverlets that belong to a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> properly -appointed German bed !</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> All this tune the century old grandmother</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> knits away, alternately dozing and mumbling</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> what sounds like the refrain of some song.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> The piteous little cracked treble of her voice</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> somehow raises a lump in one's throat. What</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> old soitow haunts the melancholy stave . that</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> comes to her on this peaceful afternoon, when</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the swallows are gathering in the sky in anti</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> cipation of coming storms ? All the tempests</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of her life are over. She has entered on the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> pathetic second childhood of a great old age,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> when any vivid emotion is impossible. Already</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">the veil is drawn between her and the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> outer world. How is it that a lingering</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> old age, a surviving unto the third</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and fourth generation of descendants, ever</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> came to De regarded as a felicity</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of life? Surely there is a more keen and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sympathetic apprehension of the invincible</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> limitations of the human lot in the old Greek</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> thought that an early death is a boon from the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> gods?</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> But a truce to moralising, for here comes the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> housewife with a piled-up plate of rye bread</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> generously buttered, and with large cupfuls</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of good fresh milk. As we eat and drink she</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> tells us of the long hard winters when the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> water around is frozen over, and all who</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> go abroad— school children, pastor, doctor,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> postman, &c. — travel on skates. While</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> she is speaking we are startled by a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> singular sound. There is a gentle bellow</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> as if at our very ears. Ever since we</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> entered the stube we have been conscious of a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> certain ordor of manure permeating the atmos</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> phere, also of heavy lurching movements, as if</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> in an adjacent room. Now the origin of this</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> strong agricultural smell, of these mysterious</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">movements, and of the bellow stands revealed. :</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> The cow and poultry house is under the same</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> roof with the living rooms, ..and divided from</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> them only by a thin partition. To-day the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stockroom is occupied by a cow that has</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> newly calved. The housewife, explains this</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with no thought of. apology or sense of unfit</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ness in the arrangement, it is. in fact, one of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the immemorial customs git the Spreewald,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and though to us it- seems to traverse</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> all hygienic laws, the results in this household</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> at leaBt are apparently not hurtful.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> As we go on towards the village of Burg the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">landscape opens out charmingly. Once or</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> twice we catch sight of houses built of stone</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and roofed with tiles. Fowls abound every</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> where, more especially ducks and steese, which</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">are so plump and. large and spotlessly clean</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that it is evident the mixture of 'rich</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">damp fields and pure water in which they live</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> constitutes an ideal milieu for poultry of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> amphibian oder. Burg is one of the most</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> important villages of the Spreewald. It is</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> also the one in which the Wends still</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> retain most of their own peculiar cus</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> toms and observances. It was under</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the lengthening shadows of the trees</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that surround the friendly little Gast-haus at</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Burg we learned something of the legends</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and traditions that still held sway there. As,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> for instance, that to this day there are many</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">who believed that a King of the Wends, a,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> direct descendant of the old Royal family of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the race, still lives and secretly rules over</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> subjects who are loyal to him. Outwardly he</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> is a peasant like those around him. He tills</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> his small fields and rows his fruits and vege</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> tables to market at Liibbenan or to the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> railway-station, there to lw dispatched to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Berlin or Dresden. Yet he is in reality a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> king, and receives taxes and meet obeisance</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> from those who know of his identity. He guards</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the old crown and sceptre of his line — he holds</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> assemblies from time to time, at which orders</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> are promulgated that are binding on the faith</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ful. Now and theu he grants special audiences</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to those who are entrusted with his secret.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> But so jealously is this guarded that from year</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to year he mingles with men who are' his</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> loyal subjects, and yet have no clue to his</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> identity.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Then there is the tale of the old treasures</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that belong to the Wendish kings— golden and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> silver vessels, priceless jewels, and heaps of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> precious stones and great ingots of gold— all</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> thb and more lies buried uuder an old ruin in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Burg. Onceupon a time there was an abyss hard</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> by this ruin, from which at times there issued a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> great roaring as if of infuriated lions. One</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> day an adventurous-stranger looked down into</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> this abyss, and lo he taw it suddenly becoming</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> dear as noon-day, so that in the bowels of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> earth he beheld four great doors. One looked</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> towards morning and another towards even</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ing ; one towards mid -day and another</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> towards mid-night. Upon every door was a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> golden lock hung with yellow ribbons, and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> before each a great serpent lay coiled in heavy</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> folds. When these caught sight of a stranger</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> prying into their mysterious retreat they</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> hissed with fierce hatred and raised their heads</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> menacingly towards him. Upon which he</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> fled with all haste, and came no more to pry</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> into the secrets of the hidden treasure</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of Scblossberg. It is in the same marvellous</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> place that a Wendish maiden — the descendant</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of Wendish kings— sits bewitched. Her</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> probation is to make twelve tine shirts and to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sew but one stitch in a year. When all the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> shirts are finished she will then be released.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> The supernatural in every form abounds in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stories that arc most popular in the Spreewald.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> But besides the ghosts a, d fairies the naiads</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and pixies that are familiar in general folklore,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> there are beings in Wendish legends pf whom</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we have not heard elsewhere. As for instance,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the Lutchen — the original inhabitants of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> region — little creatures about an ell high,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> arrayed in red jackets and caps, who on the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> arrival of human beings took refuge in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> earth. There are two things that the Lutcheu</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> cannot abide, the chiming of bells for prayers</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and the calls of children at play. Then</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> there are also people who live in close</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> retirement in the marshes. But these</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> must be singularly like average human</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> beings, for it is said that on the rare</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> occasions when they visit the haunts of men</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> they are distinguished from ordinary citizens</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> only by a wet border round their garments.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> But the most weird of all the Spreewald</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> apparitions is the night huntsman (der</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Nachtjager). He is headless and rides a pale</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> grey horse through the aiT, ever surrounded</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> By a rushing storm, by the clanking of chains,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and the furious howling of bloodhounds.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> As we wander through Burg after sunset,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and watch a great red harvest moon rise over</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the wide expanse of water-separated dwellings</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and hamlets that stretch around, we under</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> stand something of the awe and melancholy</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that enter so largely into the legends and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> superstitions of a people whose mode of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> life and surroundings cut them off so</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> much from the outside world. On the morrow</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we delay our departure for Straupite by a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> couple of hours so as to see a wedding proces</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Bion come to the Wendish church in which</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> service is still held on each Sunday in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Wendish tongue. First came a band of four</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> or five musicians playing a lively march. Then</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">came the bride with her bridesmaids and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> women friends, followed by the bridegroom</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with his party. The bride is dressed in black</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> silk liberally trimmed with broad ribbons.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Instead of the usual head-dress she wears a</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> wreath of flowers and small loops of narrow</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ribbon. The taste for vivid tints among the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> women is strikingly displayed in the bright</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> colored short full skirts. Red, blue, green,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and orange are conspicuous, all puffed out</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> with the stiff crinoline lining which is de</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> rigueur for holiday attire. Many of the femi</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> nine jackets are of black velveteen with full</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> white puffed sleeves, resembling those that are</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> to be seen in some of the Swiss cantons. The</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> men's dress is less ? picturesque. The bride</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> groom wears a prosaic cylinder hat and a blue</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> black cloth coat, very long and not too well</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> fitting. Both men and women are lavishly</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> decorated with flowers. It is worth noting</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that the Wendish word for bride is newesta,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> which signifies ' The ignorant oue.'</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> It is after midday before, half-way between</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Burg and Straupitz, we reach a remnant of the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> old primeval wood of the Spreewald, untouched</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> by axe or tillage. Great alders and</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> wide-spreading oaks and elms make</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> a canopy of foliage, through which</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the sun rays penetrate in shafts of gold</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> green light. Here and there the white</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> slender trunk of a birch tree gleams through</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the flickering shadows of the forest, making</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> good its claim to the old poetic name of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ''bride of the forest.' Round the stems of</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> some of the forest giants the wild vine clings</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> in trailing masses. Looking at these</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> luxuriant creepers we find that the. leaves are</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> already heavily touched with the hectic flush</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of decay. The trees, too, begin to show traces</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of the stealthy approach of autumn. But the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">swallows— Why are they gathering in the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> sky with such multitudinous chatter?</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Surely there can be no question as</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> yet of their annual pilgrimage to sunnier ?</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">lands? But one of our number quotes</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> an old German proverb — 'An Maria's</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Geburt ziehen die schwalben wiederum furt,'</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> which may be rendered —</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> On the Virgin's natal day</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Again the swallows flee away.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> This was the 2nd of September ; and the 8th ?</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> is the day kept by good Catholics as. the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> Virgin's birthday. So there could be no doubt</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> that these flying assemblages overhead and the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> noiBy meetings in the woods heralded t'he de</span></div>
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<span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">parture of the swallows. It was hard to</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> realise this on such a warm clear summer</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">like day. But the thoughts inseparable from</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the year's decay seemed to add the last</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">touch to the wonderful scene around us. The</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> presageful twittering of the pilgrim birds, the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> lapping of the stream against the shore, the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> chirping of innumerable insects in the wood,</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> and the Boft splash of the ferryman's pole as</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> we glided on were the only sounds to be heard.</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> When early on the next day we return to the</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> ordinary haunts of men our brief sojourn in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> the Spreewald seems like a dream dreamt in</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">some charmed solitude to the fall of the petals</span><span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"> of the plum tree.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-4456776316586329302015-02-24T00:30:00.000+11:002015-02-24T15:58:58.330+11:00Trove Tuesday: Human Fallibility EliminatedDid you know that Alvis eliminated human fallibility? I mean, I know they're a 'sweet ride', but that is one claim too far!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1926 'ALVIS.', <i>The Mail </i>(Adelaide, SA : 1912 - 1954), 6 November, p. 28, viewed 24 February, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article58841979">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article58841979</a></td></tr>
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My family have a 'thing' for Alvis cars - have done since Grandpa Max bought his first one years ago. He even made a business out of it in 1973, one that my Dad now runs - <a href="http://www.vintagemotorgarage.com/" target="_blank">Vintage Motor Garage</a>.<br />
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There are a quite a few photos of Alvis cars to be found through Trove, but one of my favourites would be this one from the State Library of Queensland of a 12/50 showing its owner D.M. Bryce, with his dog, in mud on the banks of Bluebush Creek near Winton in Queensland.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Unidentified. (2005). D.M Bryce with His Alvis 12/50 Racing Car in the Mud, 1936. <a href="http://hdl.handle.net/10462/deriv/73006">http://hdl.handle.net/10462/deriv/73006</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #32322f; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 11.5200004577637px; text-align: start;"> </span></td></tr>
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The description is excellent too!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-23744452045780672452015-02-17T00:30:00.000+11:002015-02-17T00:30:02.377+11:00Trove Tuesday: Piltz Re-Union at Walla WallaThis has got to be one of the best articles I have ever found on <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a>! And I am unfortunately only distantly related (my father's aunt, Elsie Joyce Houston, married a Piltz).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1933 'PIONEER FAMILY HONORED.', <i>Albury Banner and Wodonga Express</i> (NSW : 1896 - 1938), 27 October, p. 6, viewed 12 February, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article102260452">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article102260452</a></td></tr>
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PILTZ RE-UNION AT WALLA WALLA</h3>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">A RE-UNION of the Piltz family took place at the home of Mr. A. Hoffman, "Wattle Vale," Walla, on 15th inst., when about 400 descendants and a few very intimate friends attended. The descendants of the family took the opportunity cf entertaining the family of the late Mr. and Mrs. Adolph Joseph Piltz at a complimentary banquet on the same day. The difficulties experienced in catering for the large assemblage were easily overcome by the enthusiasm and energy of each descendant as a helper.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The occasion of the reunion synchronised with the birthday of the eldest girl of the Piltz family, Mrs. H. Hoffman, widow of the late J. S. G. Hoffman, of "Mountain View," Walla Walla. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The spacious new barn was very tastefully decorated with streamers of white, blue and pink, which blended with the decorations of the tables. Facing the large assemblage and over the head of the guest's hung an enlarged photo of their father and mother. The chair was occupied by Mr. R. O. Eulenstein, who had on his right the guests of honor. On his left sat Pastor Stolz and the wives and close relatives of the guests.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The chairman, after welcoming the assemblage, asked Pastor Stolz to say grace. When justice had been done to the good things provided, the chairman outlined the proceedings that were to follow, and announced the apologies — making special reference to apologies sent by Mrs. Semler and Mr. Frank Piltz, both of whom had been medically advised to refrain from making the long journey. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The toast list opened with that of the King. The toast of "Our Parents, Uncles and Aunts, the Guests of Honor," was proposed by Mr. R. O. Eulenstein, who pointed out that the early Governments of Australia saw the wisdom of populating the country with the right class of immigrant — people with stamina, endurance and the quality of self-denial. One such class of immigrant selected was Adolph Joseph Piltz, who came to Australia in a sailing ship in 1842. With limited means he started working at Tweedvale and Bloomberg (S.A.), receiving 7/6 per week. After some years he acquired a small property with the money he had accumulated and worked it with the aid of an oxen team. In 1846 he married into the very worthy Hanckel family (Miss Hilda Hanckel). During their stay in S.A., Adolph Piltz occupied the position of councillor and almost every position of honor and obligation. Feeling that opportunities in S.A. both for themselves and their children were cramped, they decided to come to New South Wales. After seven weeks' travel they arrived at Albury in 1868. They were welcomed by the few settlers who preceded them, and they took up residence at Jindera. About 1869 Adolph Piltz acquired a property about half a mile from where the Walla township now stands. Many interesting episodes were encountered. There were no means of livelihood immediately available. Farming pursuits were indulged in, and for the purpose of putting up a building a track had to be cut through the green timber. Eventually a gunyah was built and the family housed. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">No educational facilities were available, Mr. Eulenstein continued, so each child received a parental schooling. As the years went by the boy members of the family migrated to different parts of the State and took up land. Some were still on their original holdings. As their earnings were lean, they were obliged to do shearing on stations. The father was an expert wool-classer, and he taught his profession in schools in Belgium and Antwerp. It was interesting to note that the success as a shearer of the father, who won all the big prizes in S.A., repeated itself in the boys, some of whom repeatedly won the "Pinking" prizes at sheds in N.S.W. — particularly, at Bobbie Rand's; also for fast shearing at McCaughey's shed. The boys also won many prizes with horses at leading shows, whilst they were also good judges of sheep and cattle. In districts where any of the descendants lived they were amongst the foremost farmers and most respected citizens. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The girl members all married and worked with their husbands in making their home life happy, accumulating sufficient to keep them for the rest of their days. "Now we, you descendants," said the chairman, "take pleasure in expressing our admiration of you, not only as our relatives, but also as citizens. We express special appreciation of your willingness to at all times help and advise us on all things, and cause each one of us to think and act fairly and honorably with unselfish motives, and a big sense of forgiveness for any human error that may occur. In conclusion, on behalf of your descendants and relatives, I congratulate you upon your longevity, which we attribute to your stamina, endurance and self-denial, and by your indulgence in wholesome habits and practices, which have enabled you to live to the very creditable aggregate age of 850 years. We hope that you will be long spared to enjoy good health." </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Pastor Stolz said he had known the Piltz family ever since he had come to the district. He knew them as staunch God-fearing and very desirable citizens. He had had many talks with members of the family, who told many interesting reminiscences of the trip to Australia. Once a man was pulling water and fell overboard. When the crew acquainted the captain of the incident and asked him to hold the boat, the reply came: "What is over- board stays overboard"! On another occasion a man was heard coo-eeing in the bush. Father Piltz was ill in bed, but sent the boy to offer aid. When the man was found he was taken home. Owing to the father's illness and the floods there was no bread or flour in the house, but the family told the stranger that he could share with them what other food there was. The stranger himself had a little flour, and the stranger and family shared their humble meal. The Lord again showed that he who trusts in Him and fears Him will be blessed, and thus two men came together and remained fast friends through life. He congratulated the guests upon attaining the very creditable aggregate of years, and hoped they would long continue to be blessed with health and strength. He then bestowed his blessing upon the guests and audience. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The toast was supported by Mr. H.A. Brown, who said he had known the family for about 15 years, and had become a relative by marrying into the family. He had found the family to be of sterling quality, great lovers of animals and perfectly straight and honorable citizens. Illustrating the energy of the Piltz family, he said that one of the girl members (the widow of the late J.S.G. Hoffman) had helped to put together the very fine and well kept property on which they were now jubilating. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mr. T.L. Selk supported the toast. He knew all the guests, and they always honored to the full any undertaking of obligation which was theirs. Their was never any equivocating. Their word was as good as their bond. He noted with pleasure the artificial mushrooms on the table. The German name for mushroom was "Pilz." Looking around the gathering of Piltz relatives, they seemed to be living up to the habits of the mushrooms. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The eldest of the guests, Mr. Wm. Piltz, feelingly responded to the toast. It was, he said, an honor for the family to be entertained in such a fine manner. He was nearly 86 years of age, and he was pleased to have the opportunity of being able to return thanks on behalf of his brothers and sisters. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"It is our greatest joy to see all our relatives loyal and self-supporting." said Mr. Piltz, "In our young days there were no public schools as there are now. We used to drive four bullocks in a single furrow plough without a wheel. When I look back and see the great progress that has been made since then, I am pleased that you people think we have done our duty to you and in the development of this country." </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mr. Robert Piltz supported his brother. Their descendants, he said, had indeed excelled themselves by entertaining them in that way. The greatness of the function was far beyond his anticipations. When they approached the place they saw two white flags on the gate posts. One flag meant 'Peace;' two, "Peace for all time." What a splendid greeting! He knew of no finer gesture than that which conveyed a true sense of brotherhood and goodwill and their descendants had surely exemplified that in entertaining them that day. The warm welcome they always had from their descendants was a compliment, but that day had made greater inroads into their endearment than ever before. He joined with his brothers and sisters in expressing their gratitude for all the kindness that had been shown. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">"In our early days," Mr. Piltz continued, "which some people choose to call the "good old days," things were so formidable that progress was slow and it did indeed require a stout heart at times to withstand the trials. It was always a case of putting the surplus by "for the rainy day" - for the uncertainty of return in the next year. Thus it made us very careful. I do hope," he concluded, "that you will always share a full measure of the good of life. Remember, there is a Power which decrees each one's fate, so trust in God and thank Him for His Goodness in helping you. I hope you will always continue to live harmoniously together."</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mrs. Hoffman, as the eldest girl of the family, asked Mr. H. A. Paech, her nephew, to respond for her. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mr. Paech paid a compliment to the stout hearts of the people of the pioneering days, who through grim determination had won through. He remembered well the bewildering act of the large landholders in turning all the sheep on to the areas taken up by small farmers, in order to make the country look the more barren; for, with the amount of green timber, there was not much grass at best. In that way the small settlers were deprived of even that scanty amount, and it necessitated day and night vigilance to keep the feed for their own stock. He congratulated the committee and all the descendants on the success of the function and thanked them for the honor they had done Mrs. Hoffman and her brothers and sisters. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Mr. Edgar Eulenstein proposed the toast of Mis. Hoffman's birthday. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was fitting to have the birthday to coincide with the occasion of the banquet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The toast was supported by Mr. Plum Paech, who congratulated Mrs. Hoffman on arriving at the venerable ago of 84. He wished her many happy returns. Nothing in the nature of a kindness was ever a trouble to her. He hoped she would spend many more happy birthdays. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The toast was drunk enthusiastically and the response was made by the chairman. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Mr. Robert Piltz thanked the chairman, Mr. A. Hoffman and the committee for so successfully carrying through the function. The chairman and Mr. Hoffman acknowledged thanks on be- half of the descendants. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">After cutting the cake and singing Hymn 450 the assemblage, with happy thoughts and light hearts, dispersed.</span><br />
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1938 'TREASURE.', <i>The Sydney Morning Herald</i> (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 21 June, p. 8 Supplement: Women's Supplement, viewed 13 February, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article17476128">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article17476128</a><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-68386940588816487312015-02-03T00:30:00.000+11:002015-02-03T19:56:08.724+11:00Trove Tuesday: Slandering SistersToday I came across yet another interesting snippet in the <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> whilst searching for information about my Groves ancestors.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1892 'Advertising.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 1 January, p. 8, viewed 3 February, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135971997">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135971997</a></td></tr>
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Mrs Elizabeth Ann Gough [nee Hope] and Mrs Arthur Groves [Jane Ellen nee Hope] were sisters, the daughters of John and Margaret Anne Hope. I wonder what the argument was about and how many of the neighbours must have watched on as those "slanderous statements" were made.<br />
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It would have been a rather public display of animosity in a small mining community - according to J. Docherty, author of <i>Newcastle, Making of an Industrial City</i>, Pit Town (Wallsend) originated when the Newcastle Wallsend Coal Company build two rows of houses near its mine and rented them to its employees.<br />
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I hope the sisters made up in the end - certainly, just a couple of years later, the following funeral notice would suggest that the husbands at least were on speaking terms!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1894 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 4 June, p. 1, viewed 3 February, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article133203010">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article133203010</a></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-18224250395217971282015-01-28T00:51:00.001+11:002015-01-28T08:51:52.895+11:00Trove Tuesday: Family Notices & CorrectionsToday, when looking for Groves (my maternal line) family notices in the Newcastle Herald on Trove, I came across a great collection of "In Memoriam" notices from the family of Arthur Groves.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1927 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 7 May, p. 4, viewed 28 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135594056</td></tr>
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But, it was not until I went to correct the text that I realised there is also a Houston-Hughan (my paternal line) marriage notice on the same page!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1927 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 7 May, p. 4, viewed 28 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135594056</td></tr>
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Today, there are two things that I want to highlight that I am reminded of:</div>
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<li>Check out the rest of the page or paper and see what you might be missing.</li>
<li>Pay it forward - every time you find a notice or article to use in your own research, aim to correct the text in the article, or even the whole page if you have time (you never know what you might discover in the process). </li>
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I've been trying to do this, but I am sidetracked (or selfish) more often then not, and rarely get as much text correcting done as I intend.</div>
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In fact, I still haven't got that text corrected (thank you Baby for being awake much more than usual), but I have found some more great family notices for my research!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1922 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate </i>(NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 28 December, p. 4, viewed 20 January, 2015, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140021870">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140021870</a></td></tr>
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt;">The death occurred on
the 12th instant, at her late residence, Fifth-street, Boolaroo of
Mrs. Ann Jamieson, wife of Mr. An- drew Jamieson, after an illness of
ten weeks' duration. The deceased, who was 83 years of age, was a
native of London, England, and arrived in Australia sixty years ago,
and for the past 24 years had resided in Boolaroo. She is survived
by her husband and one daughter, Mrs. R. Kernohan, of Brisbane. The
funeral took place from her late residence on Tuesday last, and was
largely attended, the inter- ment being in the Presbyterian portion of<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>the Sandgate cemetery, where the
Rev. Mr. Barratt conducted a service. The pall-bearers were Messrs.
A. E. Webster, A. Telfar, A.R. Young, and J. Worthin- ton, all members of
the Boolaroo School of Arts. Wreaths were sent by Mr. Haynen, Mr. and
Mrs. R. McKay and family, Mrs. Burgin, senr., Mr. and Mrs. H. Burton,
Mrs. and Mrs. Pearson, Mr. and Mrs. A. Telfer and family, Mr.
and Mrs. Pugh and family, Mr. and Mrs. J. Garfoot, Mrs. Field, members
of Boolaroo School of Arts, Mr. and Mrs. C. d'Tate and family, Mr. and
Mrs. A.E. Webster,<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span></span><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12.0pt;">Mr. and Mrs. J. Denney,
Mr. and Mrs. Laidlaw and family, Mr. and Mrs. Erick- son and
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<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11.0pt;">The death took place on
Wednesday last, at her late residence, Second-street, Boolaroo, of
Mrs. Eliza Bull, wife of Mr. Thomas Bull. The deceased, who was
65 years of age, was in her usual good health during the day, and had
on the previous day attended the funeral of the late Mrs. Jamieson,
but on Wednesday evening she was taken ill and expired suddenly,
the cause of death being heart failure. She was horn in Shepparton,
England, and had been 20 years a resident of Boolaroo, and had taken
an active interest in the local Methodist Church. The funeral, which
took place on Friday last from her late residence, was largely attended,
a short service being conducted at the home by Mr. H. Bull (Salvation
Army). The interment took place in the Methodist portion of the
Wallsend cemetery, where the Rev. Trevor Hughes conducted the burial
service. The pall-bearers were Messrs. J. Bull, A. Bull, H. Bull, and
J. Weatherstone, all relatives of the deceas- ed. She is survived by
her husband, two sons (Messrs. W. Bull, Boolaroo, and A. Bull,
Leichhardt, Sydney), and one daughter (Mrs. L. Pannell,
Leichhardt). One daughter (Mrs. Geo. Woodlands) pre- deceased her at
Boolaroo fifteen years ago. Wreaths were sent by her husband, Mr. and
Mrs. C. Wardley, senr., Mr. and Mrs. J. Weatherstone, junr., Mr. and Mrs.
W. Shaw and family, Mr. and Mrs. D. Wil- liams and family, Mr. and
Mrs. W. Wil- son and family, Mr. and Mrs. E. Murray, Mr. and Mrs. C.
Nelson, Mr. and Mrs. W. Richardson, Mr. and Mrs. B. Cressy and
family, Mr. and Mrs. R. Pugh and family, Mrs. Mitchell, Mr. A.
Jamieson and daughter, Mr. and Mrs. H. Rowe and family, Jack and Amy
Weatherston, Mrs. Dodds and family, daughter, son, and Tom and
Dorrie, Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Webster, Bub and Jim, loving son and
daughter-in- law, Ronnie and Joyce, Mr. and Mrs. A. Telfer, loving
grandchildren, Mr. and Mrs. W. Rinker. senr., Mr. and Mrs. W.
Rin- ker, junr., Dave Spinks and George Per- kins, Mr. and Mrs. A. V.
Watson, Mr. and Mrs. D. Young, Mr. H. Johnston and Peter, Mr. and
Mrs. J. Anderson, Mrs. Burgin, Mr. and Mrs. A. Thomas, Mr. and Mrs.
M. Stone, Mrs. E. Skelton and family, Mr. and Mrs. R. McKay and fam- ily,
Mrs. F. Thomas and family, Mr. and Mrs. W. Skelton, son,
daughter-in-law, and Arthur. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<o:p>The second deceased lady, Mrs Eliza Bull (nee Golding), is my third great aunt. Her husband, Thomas Bull, is brother to my third great grandmother, Amy Rosetta Bull. I came across this article when looking for WARDLEY mentions in the Newcastle Herald - and with this account of two funerals, I hit the jackpot. There are no fewer than six of my direct ancestors mentioned!</o:p></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-22303552133505165742015-01-13T01:02:00.000+11:002015-01-13T01:02:27.956+11:00Trove Tuesday: Margaret Marshall (c. 1854 - 14 June 1889)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am still revelling in the delightful abundance of family history I am finding in the <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> that has been put on Trove! I have MONTHS of material to work through.<br />
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Margaret Marshall, daughter of James Marshall and Janet Andrew, was born in Leslie, Fife, Scotland in 1854 (exact date unknown, unfortunately, despite paying for a copy of every Margaret Marshall birth and baptism in Scotland five years either side). She emigrated to Australia with her parents and three siblings on the <i>Persia</i> - a fourth sibling was born on the voyage.<br />
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Margaret married John Houston, who was also born in Scotland, on 30 December 1874 in her father's house at New Lambton. They had 7 children before Margaret was tragically taken from them at the age of 35 on 14 June 1889. Her death certificate states that she has suffered for 6 months prior to her death before succumbing to consumption.<br />
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Her funeral notices and tributes in the paper in the years following her death are rich with family information and emotion. She must have been a treasured mother, daughter, sister and wife.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1889 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 15 June, p. 3, viewed 13 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article138926423</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1892 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 14 June, p. 4, viewed 13 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article140955423</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1894 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 16 June, p. 4, viewed 13 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article133203400</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1900 'Family Notices.', <i>Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate</i> (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 14 June, p. 4, viewed 13 January, 2015, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article136481909</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-88268425799097266522015-01-06T23:41:00.000+11:002015-01-06T23:41:33.964+11:00Trove Tuesday: The Demise of Robert Joseph RiebeRobert Joseph Riebe, my second great-grandfather, was born in Germany in 1881. <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/april-to-z-challenge-r-is-for-riebe.html" target="_blank">I've written about him previously</a>, and said then that there was so much more to the Riebe story. This post does not really cover any more, other than to curate some of the newspaper coverage and notices in the Newcastle Herald about his accidental death in 1949.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Thursday 30 June 1949, page 3</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 1 July 1949, page 2</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) , Friday 1 July 1949, page 2</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-19360493254405917392014-11-09T18:46:00.001+11:002014-11-09T18:46:22.375+11:00Introducing Violet Catherine Lee-Anne LehmannI can now add a name below my husband and I...<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MxwL-kcbgLXUYIAO55ncpE9x2UUOZkC1OWXyJw5hvXAuAeWz4R93cHqDbwVovX0_aNhBb89SZr7ZHCjmXm4WON4YaiAgUqTD2FzVb4gzWgY8thGXwIdRXgXElYxdRjneVFQ-7YGuxP1P/s640/blogger-image--40551429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MxwL-kcbgLXUYIAO55ncpE9x2UUOZkC1OWXyJw5hvXAuAeWz4R93cHqDbwVovX0_aNhBb89SZr7ZHCjmXm4WON4YaiAgUqTD2FzVb4gzWgY8thGXwIdRXgXElYxdRjneVFQ-7YGuxP1P/s640/blogger-image--40551429.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-74905176934911982312014-07-08T00:30:00.000+10:002015-01-06T15:01:22.218+11:00Trove Tuesday: A Gold Mine of Family HistoryAfter a rather long hiatus, I am back blogging! And there is so much to catch up on. But one very big highlight for me is the addition of the Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate on Trove. Both my paternal and maternal lines spent considerable time (covering multiple generations) in the Newcastle and Hunter region, so I have been waiting for this paper to be released for years!<br />
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I started by searching for mentions of my third great grandparents, Charles Wardley and Elizabeth Caroline Ellen Rufford and their family.<br />
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I found so much! 771 results. Some sad, some happy. There are family tragedies, family triumphs, and family celebrations. Not to mention plenty of community and church involvement.<br />
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I was always told that Elizabeth Caroline Ellen had run the Sunday School in Boolaroo - and now I have newspaper articles to corroborate that.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.334999084472656px; text-align: start;">1899 'DISTRICT NEWS.', </span><i style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.334999084472656px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate </i><span style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16.334999084472656px; text-align: start;">(NSW : 1876 - 1954) , 23 October, p. 3, viewed 7 July, 2014, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article135380644</span></span></td></tr>
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Charles and Elizabeth's eldest daughter Alice was the first bride in the new Boolaroo Church of England church.<br />
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And wonderfully, an article about Charles and Elizabeth's Golden Wedding Anniversary!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-67096852075504940092013-09-24T16:12:00.001+10:002013-09-24T16:12:23.497+10:00Trove Tuesday: A Riebe Girl Under AttackRiebe girls. They're survivors. They're strong.<br />
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We're strong.<br />
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My mum and her three sisters, and their daughters - we're all "Riebe Girls" (translation: <i>don't-mess-with-me-or-my-family-or-you-will-be-sorry</i>).<br />
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We stick up for ourselves and our families, and we stand up for what we believe.<br />
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Seems like we've had good reason ... (and Miss Mary Riebe may just have heeded the same advice we've been given over the years - <i>God gave you knees for a reason, girls</i>):<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1899 'ITEMS OF NEWS.', <i>Kalgoorlie Miner</i> (WA : 1895 - 1950), 2 January, p. 4, viewed 24 September, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88156682">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88156682</a></td></tr>
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Miss Mary Riebe was my great-great-grandfather's sister. And A. Janeczek was their uncle (their mother's brother).<br />
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I had previously written about the <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/april-to-z-challenge-j-is-for-janeczek.html" target="_blank">Janeczek's during the A to Z Challenge</a> in April.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-42028973960849297942013-09-17T16:08:00.003+10:002013-09-17T16:08:44.487+10:00Trove Tuesday: Elections (The Monday After)Most of you now know that I am a political junkie and government relations professional in my “other” life, and this Trove Tuesday post has a distinctly political feel to it.<br />
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On 10 December 1949, the Liberal Party (with their Country Party coalition partners), led by Robert Menzies, won government with 74 seats in the House of Representatives (out of a total 121).<br />
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On the Monday morning, the <i>Sydney Morning Herald </i>had this to say:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1949, <i>The Sydney Morning Herald</i> (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 12 December, p. 1, viewed 17 September, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1032031">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page1032031</a></td></tr>
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On 7 September 2013, the Liberal/National Coalition, led by Tony Abbott, won government with a predicted 90 of the 150 seats in the House of Representatives.<br />
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And on the Monday morning, this is what the Sydney Morning Herald had to say:<br />
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I use Trove for my genealogy, but I also use it to read about past elections and compare community concerns to now.<br />
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Funny how the same issues get raised again and again...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-81002672775229686792013-09-12T10:55:00.002+10:002013-09-12T10:55:34.341+10:00Reply to: 99 Things Genealogy Meme - Aussie StyleIn reply to <a href="http://geniaus.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/99-things-genealogy-meme-aussie-style.html" target="_blank">Geniaus' invite</a>, here are my answers:<br />
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<u>The list should be annotated in the following manner:</u></div>
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<b>Things you have already done or found: bold face type</b></div>
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<i>Things you would like to do or find: italicize (colour optional)</i></div>
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Things you haven’t done or found and don’t care to: plain type</div>
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<li><b>Belong to a genealogical society</b></li>
<li><i>Joined the Australian Genealogists group on Genealogy Wise</i></li>
<li><b>Transcribed records</b></li>
<li><i>Uploaded headstone pictures to Find-A-Grave or a similar site</i></li>
<li><b>Documented ancestors for four generations (self, parents, grandparents, great-grandparents)</b></li>
<li><b>Joined Facebook</b></li>
<li><i>Cleaned up a run-down cemetery</i></li>
<li><b>Joined the Genea-Bloggers Group</b></li>
<li><i>Attended a genealogy conference (going to my first one next weekend!)</i></li>
<li><i>Lectured at a genealogy conference</i></li>
<li><i>Spoke on a genealogy topic at a local genealogy society</i></li>
<li><b>Joined the Society of Australian Genealogists</b></li>
<li><i>Contributed to a genealogy society publication</i></li>
<li><i>Served on the board or as an officer of a genealogy society</i></li>
<li>Got lost on the way to a cemetery</li>
<li><b>Talked to dead ancestors</b></li>
<li><b>Researched outside the state in which I live</b></li>
<li>Knocked on the door of an ancestral home and visited with the current occupants</li>
<li>Cold called a distant relative</li>
<li><b>Posted messages on a surname message board</b></li>
<li><b>Uploaded a gedcom file to the internet</b></li>
<li><b>Googled my name</b></li>
<li><b>Performed a random act of genealogical kindness</b></li>
<li><b>Researched a non-related family, just for the fun of it</b></li>
<li><i>Have been paid to do genealogical research</i></li>
<li><i>Earn a living (majority of income) from genealogical research</i></li>
<li><b>Wrote a letter (or email) to a previously unknown relative</b></li>
<li>Contributed to one of the genealogy carnivals</li>
<li><b>Responded to messages on a message board</b></li>
<li>Was injured while on a genealogy excursion</li>
<li><b>Participated in a genealogy meme </b></li>
<li><i>Created family history gift items</i></li>
<li><b>Performed a record lookup</b></li>
<li>Took a genealogy seminar cruise</li>
<li><b>Am convinced that a relative must have arrived here from outer space (or been a long distance swimmer)</b></li>
<li><b>Found a disturbing family secret</b></li>
<li><b>Told others about a disturbing family secret</b></li>
<li>Combined genealogy with crafts (family picture quilt, scrapbooking)</li>
<li><b>Think genealogy is a passion not a hobby</b></li>
<li><i>Assisted finding next of kin for a deceased person</i></li>
<li><b>Taught someone else how to find their roots (I love doing this - and watching eyes light up when they find their first record on their own!)</b></li>
<li>Lost valuable genealogy data due to a computer crash or hard drive failure.</li>
<li>Been overwhelmed by available genealogy technology. (I agree with Geniaus - "No way - just love it")</li>
<li>Know a cousin of the 4th degree or higher</li>
<li><b>Disproved a family myth through research</b></li>
<li><i>Got a family member to let you copy photos</i></li>
<li><b>Used a digital camera to “copy” photos or records (does my iPhone count? I've even used it to take quick snapshots of microfilm or microfishe)</b></li>
<li><b>Translated a record from a foreign language</b></li>
<li><b>Found an immigrant ancestor’s passenger arrival record</b></li>
<li><b>Looked at census records on microfilm, not on the computer</b></li>
<li><b>Used microfiche</b></li>
<li><i>Visited the Family History Library in Salt Lake City</i></li>
<li><b>Used Google+ for genealogy (probably not as much as I could)</b></li>
<li><b>Visited a church or place of worship of one of your ancestors</b></li>
<li><i>Taught a class in genealogy</i></li>
<li><b>Traced ancestors back to the 18th Century</b></li>
<li><b>Traced ancestors back to the 17th Century</b></li>
<li><b>Traced ancestors back to the 16th Century</b></li>
<li><b>Can name all of your great-great-grandparents (I even knew one of mine - Amy Alma Wardley)</b></li>
<li><b>Found an ancestor on the Australian Electoral Rolls</b></li>
<li>Know how to determine a soundex code without the help of a computer</li>
<li><b>Have found relevant articles on Trove</b></li>
<li><b>Own a copy of Evidence Explained by Elizabeth Shown Mills</b></li>
<li><b>Helped someone find an ancestor using records you had never used for your own research</b></li>
<li>Visited the main National Archives building in Washington, DC <b>(but I have visited the main National Archives of Australia in Canberra)</b></li>
<li><b>Visited the National Library of Australia.</b></li>
<li><b>Have an ancestor who came to Australia as a ten pound pom</b></li>
<li>Have an ancestor who fought at Gallipoli</li>
<li><b>Taken a photograph of an ancestor’s tombstone</b></li>
<li><b>Can read a church record in Latin</b></li>
<li>Have an ancestor who changed his/her name</li>
<li><i>Joined a Rootsweb mailing list (does GOONS count?)</i></li>
<li><i>Created a family website</i></li>
<li><b>Have a genealogy blog</b></li>
<li>Was overwhelmed by the amount of family information received from someone</li>
<li><b>Have broken through at least one brick wall</b></li>
<li><b>Done genealogy research at the War Memorial in Canberra</b></li>
<li><b>Borrowed microfilm from the Family History Library through a local Family History Center</b></li>
<li><b>Found an ancestor in the Ryerson index</b></li>
<li><b>Have visited the National Archives of Australia (Canberra and Chester Hill in Western Sydney)</b></li>
<li>Have an ancestor who served in the Boer War</li>
<li><b>Use maps in my genealogy research</b></li>
<li><b>Have a convict ancestor who was transported from the UK (or quite a few in my case)</b></li>
<li>Found a bigamist amongst the ancestors</li>
<li><i>Visited the National Archives in Kew</i></li>
<li><i>Visited St. Catherine's House in London to find family records</i></li>
<li><b>Taken an online genealogy course</b></li>
<li><b><i>Consistently cite my sources (bold and italics, because I never used to and I'm still cleaning up the mess)</i></b></li>
<li><b>Visited a foreign country (i.e. one I don't live in) in search of ancestors (I never tell my husband that is why I want to go there though...)</b></li>
<li><i><b>Can locate any document in my research files within a few minutes (bold and italics, because I haven't finished sorting all my old material out, but the more recent files are all catalogued and easy to find in hard copy or digital)</b></i></li>
<li>Have an ancestor who was married four times (or more)</li>
<li>Made a rubbing of an ancestors gravestone</li>
<li><b>Followed genealogists on Twitter (I'm on Twitter @BranchesLeavesP)</b></li>
<li><i>Published a family history book (on one of my families)</i></li>
<li>Learned of the death of a fairly close relative through research</li>
<li><b>Offended a family member with my research</b></li>
<li>Reunited someone with precious family photos or artifacts</li>
<li><b>Have a paid subscription to a genealogy database</b></li>
<li><b>Edited records on Trove</b></li>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-17008866699938699062013-08-28T11:48:00.000+10:002013-08-28T11:48:15.486+10:00Branches Leaves & Pollen gets a MakeoverSo, as you may have noticed, I've made an attempt at changing the look of the Branches Leaves & Pollen blog!<br />
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I was also toying with the idea of moving over to WordPress (.org not .com) because I think I've done a pretty good job on this <a href="http://chaine-nsw.org">website</a> and thought it was about time Branches Leaves & Pollen got a makeover in time for its second blogoversary later this year.<br />
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Anyway, I thought I would get some feedback (at the suggestion of another reader - thanks Louise)! Please let me know if you like the new look (or not), and feel free to leave comments below! Oh, and I must give some credit to Jill aka <a href="http://geniaus.blogspot.com.au">Geniaus</a> for her post from a few months ago about her own <a href="http://geniaus.blogspot.com.au/2013/05/time-for-mini-makeover.html">mini-makeover</a>, which got me thinking... <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-2667548639903948222013-08-27T19:23:00.002+10:002013-08-27T19:23:47.853+10:00Trove Tuesday: CAUTION - do not marry my son!I was trying to a find mentions of a certain convict using <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a>, when I came across this little notice...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1838 'Advertising.',<i> The Sydney Monitor </i>(NSW : 1828 - 1838), 30 April, p. 2 Edition: MORNING, viewed 27 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article32159906">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article32159906</a></td></tr>
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It immediately intrigued me, so I dug a little further.<br />
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And apparently it was not unusual for this family to advertise their 'dirty' laundry in the papers. A few years earlier, Warren Kerr had advertised that he would not pay any of his wife's debts!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1833 'Advertising.', <i>The Sydney Herald </i>(NSW : 1831 - 1842), 17 January, p. 3, viewed 27 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12846093">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12846093</a></td></tr>
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A quick check of the NSW marriage records suggests that Charles Kerr wasn't married until 1840 (if it is the same Charles Kerr, of course). There were no marriages for a Charles Kerr until then, anyway.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1840 'Family Notices.', <i>The Sydney Herald </i>(NSW : 1831 - 1842), 27 March, p. 2, viewed 27 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12860826">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12860826</a></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-29584300166247762802013-08-20T23:11:00.001+10:002013-08-20T23:11:29.686+10:00Trove Tuesday: Edward Wardley MRCS<div>
This Trove Tuesday post is also a Wardley One-Name Study post!</div>
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Edward Wardley was born about 1813 in Bermondsey, Surrey, England to William Waldegrave Wardley and his wife Mary.<br /><br />His father, William Waldegrave Wardley, was a government official – holding eminent positions such as secretary for excise in Ireland, and collector of Sallop. William Waldegrave Wardley died on 16 February 1853.<br /><br />Edward Wardley qualified as a Member of Royal College of Surgeons in 1842, after completing a Certificate in Midwifery in Dublin in 1841.<br /><br />Edward Wardley, his brother Waldegrave, and their sisters Lydia and Nancy, appear in a shipping notice in the SMH on 3 November 1853 arriving per the Windsor on 2 November 1853.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px;">1853 'SHIPPING INTELLIGENCE. ARRIVALS.', The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 3 November, p. 4, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12950083">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12950083</a></td></tr>
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In 1857, he was declared by the New South Wales Medical Board as a qualified medical practitioner. I suspect that he was practicing in Victoria in the intervening period, but I am yet to confirm this. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1857 'CORRESPONDENCE.', Freeman's Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1932), 18 July, p. 2, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article115560827">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article115560827</a> </td></tr>
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<br /> He held a number of key positions in the New South Wales medical community – including Assistant Medical Officer at Tarban Creek Asylum and Superintendent of the Parramatta Lunatic Asylum. (See 1867 'LOCAL NEWS.', The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893), 4 June, p. 3, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18729896">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18729896</a>; 1868 'GOVERNMENT GAZETTE[?].', The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 8 February, p. 5, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13155675">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13155675</a>; 1868 'GOVERNMENT GAZETTE NOTICES.', Empire (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1875), 8 February, p. 5, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60850225">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60850225</a>)<br /><br />He wrote to the newspapers often defending the asylums or the inmates, and appears in court records giving evidence, and later in his life, he published four books, or pamphlets, including the fictional (but semi-biographical) Confession of Wavering Worthy in 1864, <i>Abolition of Capital Punishment Considered</i> in 1869, <i>'Lectiones Tarbanae' or Tall Talk at Tarban</i> in 1870, and <i>Some Phases of Insanity and its Treatment: Popularly Considered </i>in 1871. (See 1870 'NOTICES OF NEW BOOKS.', Empire (Sydney, NSW : 1850 - 1875), 9 March, p. 4, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60891989">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60891989</a>; 1870 'NOTICES OF NEW BOOKS.', Evening News (Sydney, NSW : 1869 - 1931), 7 March, p. 4, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article107128647">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article107128647</a>)<br /><br />Edward Wardley was an advocate for the inmates of lunatic asylums, making recommendations to the Colonial Secretary for improvements and new treatments. (See 1870 'DEPUTATIONS TO THE COLONIAL SECRETARY.', The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 - 1954), 23 July, p. 5, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13213421">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article13213421</a>; 1870 'ENLGARGED ACCOMMODATION FOR THE INSANE.', The Maitland Mercury & Hunter River General Advertiser (NSW : 1843 - 1893), 28 July, p. 4, viewed 20 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18746996">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article18746996</a>)<br /><br />Edward Wardley died on 20 May 1872 at his home <i>The Vineyard</i> at Parramatta. With his death the colony lost “a good and faithful servant”. <div>
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One day I hope to write a much more complete biography of this man, and I look forward to being able to read his books in the State Library when I can find some time.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-24196752577232332222013-08-06T17:01:00.000+10:002013-08-06T17:01:05.917+10:00Trove Tuesday: Chaine des RotisseursThe <a href="http://www.chaine-nsw.org/" target="_blank">Chaîne des Rôtisseurs</a> is an international gastronomic society that I am a member of. We usually get together every couple of months, and last night we had a divine dégustation dinner prepared by head chef Jeremy Bentley at <a href="http://www.thedevonshire.com.au/" target="_blank">The Devonshire</a> in Surry Hills.<br />
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I have recently been appointed the Vice Chargée de Presse for the NSW Bailliage, and thought I would check <a href="http://www.trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a> to see if my predecessors had been successful in getting any news coverage. I found a news report from 1957, a few interesting social pages from the '80s and apparently we even a sponsored horse race!<br />
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Well, my research has certainly has given me a bit to think about! Does the Women's Weekly even still have a social page? (I probably should know that if I'm going to be in charge of our press relations... hmm).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1980 '[No heading].', The Australian Women's Weekly (1933 - 1982), 20 August, p. 14, viewed 6 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page4391033">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page4391033</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption">1981 '[No heading].', The Australian Women's Weekly (1933 - 1982), 1 April, p. 19, viewed 6 August, 2013, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page4401379">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page4401379</a></td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-45535415017692495822013-07-23T19:02:00.002+10:002013-07-23T19:04:21.865+10:00Trove Tuesday: Royal BirthsIn all the hype surrounding the birth of the next in line to the throne over night, I thought I would take some time out today to see what kind of news articles were published when the then Princess Elizabeth gave birth to Prince Charles... scarily similiar...<br />
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There are some gems on <a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/" target="_blank">Trove</a> if you search for "Princess Elizabeth gives birth" - I've had fun reading through them and comparing them to the articles appearing all over the world today.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-76938239504069279552013-07-16T16:38:00.000+10:002013-07-23T19:04:05.648+10:00Trove Tuesday: Genealogical Account of Lord Goderich's Birth and ParentageDon't we all just wish we could find an article like this for every person in our tree?<br />
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GENEALOGICAL ACCOUNT OF LORD GODERICH'S BIRTH AND PARENTAGE.<br />
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Lord Viscount Goderich, late the Right Honourable Frederick Robinson, formerly represented the borough of Ripon, in Yorkshire, in Parliament. His Lordship is a younger brother of Lord Grantham, (Thomas Phillip Weddell), Baron of Grantham, in the County of Lincoln. Lord Goderich is, comparatively speaking, a young Premier, as his age cannot much exceed 40, or on the outside 43 or 44 years.<br />
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The founder of his family was William Robinson, an eminent Hamburgh Merchant, who was Lord Mayor of the City of York in the years 1581 to 1594, from whom descended<br />
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Metcalf Robinson, Esq. created a Bart on the 30th July, 1690, after which he represented the City of York in Parliament for several years. Dying, however, without issue, the title became extinct, while the estates devolved upon his nephew.<br />
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Wm. Robinson, in whose person the Baronetcy was revived in the year 1689. He was likewise Lord Mayor of the City of York in 1700, and moreover represented that City in Parliament from 1677 to 1712. He married the daughter of George Aislabie, of Studley Royal, in the County of York, Esq. by whom he had six children, and dying in 1726, was succeeded by his elder son,<br />
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Sir Metcalf Robinson, Bart. who died unmarried within a few days of his father, when the title devolved upon his younger brother.<br />
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Sir Tancred Robinson, Bart.---This gentleman being a naval officer, rose to the rank of Rear-Admiral of the White. He was twice Lord Mayor of the City of York, in 1718 and 1738. He married Mary, only daughter and heiress of William Norton, Esq. of Disforth, in the county of York, by whom he had nine children. Sir Tancred died 1754, and was succeeded by his eldest son.<br />
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Sir William Robinson, Bart. who died without issue, on the 4th March 1770, when the title devolved upon his brother,<br />
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Sir Thomas Robinson, Baron Grantham, who commenced his political and diplomatic career, as Secretary of Embassy, 1723, to Horace Walpole, Esq., (afterwards Lord Walpole), Ambassadore to the Court of France. From that period until 1749, he was employed in different important diplomatic missions to the various Courts of Europe. In 1750, he was appointed Master of the Great Wardrobe, and sworn of the Privy Counsel; and in 1754 he was nominated one of his Majesty's principal Secretaries of State, which high office he filled until 1755, when he resumed the post of Master of the Great Wardrobe. He was elevated to the peerage by letters patent, dated the 7th April, 1761, by the style of Lord Grantham, Baron Grantham, in Lincolnshire, and subsequently appointed one of the joint Post-Masters General of Great Britain and Ireland. His Lordship died on the 30th September 1770, and was succeeded by his eldest son,<br />
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Thomas Lord Grantham. This nobleman was also a diplomatist, being appointed Secretary of the Embassy to the Congress of Augsburg, in 1761, and Ambassador to the Court of Madrid in 1771. In 1779 he was nominated First Lord of Trade and Plantations; in 1782, Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs; and in 1783, he concluded the preliminaries of the ever memorable Treaty of Peace with France. His Lordship married in 1780, Mary Jemima, daughter of Philip the second Earl of Hardwicke, and sister and heiress presumptive of Annabel, Countess de Grey, by whom he left two sons---Thomas Philip, the present Lord Grantham, and Frederick John Robinson, late Chancellor of the Exchequer, who was last April raised to the Peerage by the style and title of Viscount Goderich, and succeeded Earl Bathurst as Principal Secretary of State for the War and Colonial Department; since which, upon the demise of Mr. Canning, he was appointed First Lord of the Treasury, and Prime Minister of England, having taken precedence in the Peerage of his elder brother, Thomas Phillip Weddell, the present Lord Grantham, the head of his family, born the 8th December 1781, who succeeded to the family honours upon the demise of his father in 1786, and assumed by Royal permission, the name of Weddell (one of the daughters of his Lordship's ancestors, Sir William Robinson, Knight who married William Weddell, Esquire, of Enswick, in the county of York). The present Lord Grantham married in 1805. Henrietta Frances, youngest daughter of William, late Earl of Enniskillen, by by whom he has now, Frederick William Weddell, bom the 11th April 1813, and three daughters.<br />
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A severe domestic calamity, the loss of an only daughter was very nearly inducing Lord Gaderich a short time ago to retire ali ge her from public affairs. He was, however, prevailed upon to continue in office as Chancellor of Exchequer, and when afterwards raised to the Peerage, and put at the head of the Colonial Office, he ably sustained in the House of Lords, the whole weight of defending the short lived Administration of Mr. Canning against the assaults of its numerous opponents.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-31465587648191876782013-07-02T00:30:00.000+10:002013-07-02T12:26:27.616+10:00Trove Tuesday: Trove and the Wardley ONS WWI ProjectTrove, as we all know, is an absolutely amazing resource. And now, it is helping me research Wardleys who fought in World War One for the <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/2013/06/am-i-mad-i-am-going-to-attempt-to-write.html">Wardley ONS WWI Project</a>.<div>
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I have set up a list (<a href="http://trove.nla.gov.au/list?id=41964">Wardley ONS WWI Project</a>) on Trove so that I can quickly add articles I find to review later, especially if I come across an article for someone other than the individual I am looking for at the time.</div>
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According to the service records available at the <a href="http://naa.gov.au/">National Archives of Australia</a>, 12 Wardleys enlisted in Australia. Ten of them served overseas, one never came home. The only Wardley on the list that is one of my “own” is Harold Wardley, my great-great-grandmother’s brother (she is one of my <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/2013/04/april-to-z-challenge-all-amys.html">Amys</a>). He was one of the two who did not serve overseas. The other was John Wardley, who was 41 years old at the beginning of the war.</div>
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Of the ten who served overseas, seven of them were from amongst three sets of brothers - two sons of Levi and Kate Wardley (Arthur and Ernest), three sons of John and Amelia Wardley (Francis John, George, and Walter Leslie John), and two sons of Edward and Harriet Wardley (Frederick William and John).</div>
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Unfortunately, Thomas William Wardley, the one who never came home, was the only son of Thomas and Julia Wardley.</div>
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At first it appeared that there were two “loners” - David Robert, son of Thomas and Jane Wardley and Thomas Wardley, son of Edward and Jane Wardley. But at least one of them wasn’t really a loner - David Robert Wardley was actually uncle to John and Amelia Wardley’s three sons and to Thomas William Wardley. And I suspect that I will find Thomas Wardley's brothers serving in the British Army.</div>
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Trove has helped me put the start of the story together, and even led me to the discovery that Arthur Wardley found an English sweetheart whilst he was recuperating from wounds, and that she arrived as his dependent fiancee in August 1919. I'm looking forward to what else I can find using Trove, which is definitely one of our national treasures!</div>
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Do you have any Wardleys? Get Involved in the Wardley ONS WWI Project</h4>
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With the centenary of the beginning of the First World War quickly approaching, I am currently researching and writing a book collating all of the stories of the Wardleys who served - soldiers, sailors, and nurses. This is not geographically limited; so far I have Wardleys from Australia, Canada, the US and the UK. If you have any Wardleys in your family tree that served (or may have served) during WWI, please <a href="http://branchesleavespollen.blogspot.com.au/p/contact-me.html">contact me</a>. I’m happy to share what information I have, and would appreciate your input into the Wardley One-Name Study WWI Project.</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15095403114957347442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799506975946773318.post-27146364475323582782013-07-01T17:22:00.000+10:002013-07-01T17:22:18.484+10:00Matrilineal Monday – A Whole New Bunch of Surnames!Mr BLP’s genealogy has been fairly well researched on his maternal grandfather’s side – but the other parts need work… which makes me excited! Where do I start?<div>
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One stumbling block I came across rather early on was Annie Morris – wife of unknown, daughter of unknown, mother of Alice Fanny Morris. Now, Alice only died in 1962, so you would have thought someone might have remembered some details, but alas, that was not the case with the family members I was able to talk to.</div>
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Eventually I found what I was looking for!</div>
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Annie Morris was actually Amelia Ann Dominy (new surname!), daughter of John Dominy and Rachel Beal (another new surname!). She was baptised in Cerne Abbas, Dorset, on 26 September 1851. Her father, John Dominy, was a tanner and butcher. He was the son of George Dominy and Mary Hurlestone (and another new surname!!!). George Dominy was the son of William Dominy and Susannah Turner (another one!). Mary Hurlestone was the daughter of Robert Hurlestone and Mary (aka Molly) Peaty (and another one, I am hyperventilating just a little bit!).</div>
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Amelia Ann Dominy married Charles Morris on 22 April 1872 in Cerne Abbas. He was baptised on 4 September 1845 in Cerne Abbas, the son of John Morris, a pedlar and labourer, and his wife Mary Ann (another matrilineal conundrum to follow up – but I can’t have everything all at once). Charles died at the young age of 35, leaving behind his wife and their young family, and was buried in Cerne Abbas on 30 March 1881. John Morris was the son of Thomas Morris and Jane Stickland (woohoo - another one!), and the grandson of William Morris and … drumroll please... Susannah Elems (or Elms).</div>
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Charles Morris and Amelia Ann Dominy’s daughter, Alice Fanny Morris, married Reginald Frank Bates Hodge, who died in Egypt on 10 November 1917 whilst serving with the 2/4th Battalion of the Dorsetshire Regiment, leaving her to raise their young family on her own - very similar to the situation that had occurred with her own parents.</div>
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So, in conclusion, once I confirmed the details of one relatively recent generation, and identified the maiden surname of Amelia Ann, I was able to add another four generations, taking the family tree back to the beginning of the eighteenth century. And I was also able to add a whopping total of seven new surnames to my research list!</div>
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I am also convinced I am about to prove a distant relationship between my Groves line from Dorset and my husband’s Dorset connections - Groves’ keep appearing tantalisingly close to the individuals I am researching in Mr BLP’s tree.</div>
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