tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76447910415419022872024-02-23T02:11:57.073+10:00Earlier YearsFamily history and clippingscrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-81913218521471887512024-01-09T11:25:00.001+10:002024-01-09T11:25:33.097+10:00Ten years of stories<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxpZgKwn2hPE3Ok7zPZobyvR-EYknUJxhcnry2sgOsTQuzGPg045GioNT5umnAovW5Mji6wVP7AtnaM2r1IE7vLejLr_VjzvpL2fwHvdgTge6vg_FwCzK_6HbpOjzliUGt0V-mxYN5o61fDhTUyaJirdt9sx81ynB-t3A35NaQfGY2fiRGWOb0unham2j/s1280/Celebrating%2010%20Years%20of%20Family%20Stories.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxpZgKwn2hPE3Ok7zPZobyvR-EYknUJxhcnry2sgOsTQuzGPg045GioNT5umnAovW5Mji6wVP7AtnaM2r1IE7vLejLr_VjzvpL2fwHvdgTge6vg_FwCzK_6HbpOjzliUGt0V-mxYN5o61fDhTUyaJirdt9sx81ynB-t3A35NaQfGY2fiRGWOb0unham2j/w400-h225/Celebrating%2010%20Years%20of%20Family%20Stories.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Image generated by AI in Canva by providing the title text</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Little did I know when I first started this <b>Family History and Clippings</b> blog ten years ago, that I would still have more to add ten years later. I set out to research and record family stories for myself and my siblings and their descendants. I hope that future generations will be interested in preserving our family stories.</div><div><br /></div><div>Along the way I have learnt so much about my family's and my husband's ancestors. I've had a lot of help from family, cousins and unrelated genealogy researchers sharing their expertise and knowledge.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wonderful resource that is <a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/">Trove</a>, provided by the National Library of Australia has provided me with a wide range of stories. Some stories contained conflicting information sending me elsewhere to verify details. Some papers of the past were just as interested in salacious details as some of the present media outlets. Obituaries have helped me piece together many family relationships. They have been particularly useful for determining the married name of females. </div><div> </div><div>The research I have recorded on the blog has provided background material for my O'Dea stories booklet recently shared with close relatives. By recording one story at a time, the task of compiling a family history booklet and adding relevant photos was simplified.</div><div>During the coming year I will revisit the paternal Horgan stories contained within and publish a similar booklet to share with close families.</div><div><br /></div><div>The advent of DNA testing has advanced my research and keeps me willing to write about and pursue further research. The ongoing digitisation of records has provided a boon for me with wills I would not otherwise be able to access, providing details about land holdings and executors of those estates. </div><div><br /></div><div>The increasing use of AI on so many platforms can both help and hinder accurate research but I look forward to seeing where it will take genealogy researchers. Trove has announced success with its <a href="https://www.nla.gov.au/news-and-media/media-releases/2024/their-words-your-hands">Handwritten Text Recognition</a> software. Other platforms have photo dating prediction software, AI tools for writing biographies and more.</div><div><br /></div><div>While I have written very little in the past year, my research continues.</div><div>Thanks to all who have continued to read my blog and to all those who have shared their knowledge and expertise.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div class="content" tabindex="0"><cib-overlay></cib-overlay></div></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-56015324958311538162023-12-19T20:09:00.000+10:002023-12-19T20:09:45.869+10:00Accentuate the Positive 2023<div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmFVKBDfnCENd43GpBng40hm7g9zZ2mYTzCyvJ0IoAsAgA2CMExdTKyAavPNPXm-Pi5HVd5x3uJh4_FwMPCsJb6MMtrnq6ek6lBr11yhy8WQLUe45TFI4PCAChPJ2zEdgRssjtdi9SwBzaIH56UexKkrNYv4QUpRUrhB-ilb_MUwk_LRRvHtL9az0g3yf/s1200/geneameme%202023.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="913" data-original-width="1200" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdmFVKBDfnCENd43GpBng40hm7g9zZ2mYTzCyvJ0IoAsAgA2CMExdTKyAavPNPXm-Pi5HVd5x3uJh4_FwMPCsJb6MMtrnq6ek6lBr11yhy8WQLUe45TFI4PCAChPJ2zEdgRssjtdi9SwBzaIH56UexKkrNYv4QUpRUrhB-ilb_MUwk_LRRvHtL9az0g3yf/w400-h304/geneameme%202023.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Geneameme 2023 - front image on book generated using Microsoft co-pilot, <br />book image and text added in Photofunia</span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div>Each year Jill, <a href="https://geniaus.blogspot.com/2023/12/accentuate-positive-geneameme-2023.html">GeniAus</a> puts out an invitation to bloggers to <b>Accentuate the Positive</b> in the form of a geneameme that provides a range of prompts to reflect on our year in genealogy, and celebrate our successes. </div><div>Below is my response to some of the prompts followed by ChatGPTs modification of my words.<div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>1. On re-reading my mother's memoir I discovered some forgotten details.<br /><br />2. In 2023 I reconnected with a living cousin when he emailed me to thank me for the research done on my mother's paternal line.<br /><br />3. I'm pleased I replaced Twitter for genealogical discussion with Mastodon the social tool that is open source, has no advertising and a growing body of family history and genealogy users.<br /><br />4. I was pleased that I finally purchased and read <a href="https://www.yourdnaguide.com/">Your DNA guide</a> by Diahan Southard<br /><br />5. I enjoyed my journey to South Australia to visit five of my siblings in March 2023 not only for the opportunity to catch up with them but also to record some of the events in their lives for future generations.<br /><br />6. I am pleased that I have been a member of Queensland Family History Society, receiving their newsletters and updates as well as having access to their online programs and data. This has helped me get an overview of ideas for our local group.<br /><br />7. I made several DNA discoveries thanks to two siblings who tested and gave me control of their test results. These tests revealed connections with higher matches than showed in my matches list and thus enabled me to determine the correct lineages from sets of 2x gt-grandparents solving a couple of longstanding genealogical mysteries.<br /><br />8. An informative Facebook group I have joined is <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/weare.xyz">We Are [enjoying our family histories] </a> and while I have not yet committed to spending more on genealogy it is very interesting to see the development of this software with the ability to integrate blog posts with dynamic family trees, media and much more. <br /><br />9.. Trove has helped me follow many marriages and deaths of descendants of my 2x gt-grandparents overcoming challenges such as missing records and gaps in historical data.<br /><br />10. AI was new to me but I learnt so much from reading, experimenting and from presentations given by <a href="https://andrewredfern.com/">Andrew Redfern</a> and <a href="https://coachcaroleonline.com/">Carole McCulloch</a>.<br /><br />11. The best value I got for my genealogy dollars was my membership of <a href="https://www.genealogysa.org.au/">Genealogy South Australia</a>.<br /><br />12. It felt good to contribute to our local group by providing some classes and some technical expertise. I was pleased to be recognised outside the group by being asked to present sessions on a couple of topics for three different genealogical societies this year.</div><div><br />13. It was wonderful to catch up with genimates Pauleen and Fran for a recent lunch.<br /><br />14. I wouldn't be without my Canon flatbed scanner as I continue to digitise documents and photos relevant to our lives and those of our ancestors.<br /><br />15. I rewrote and updated some stories about our O'Dea ancestors who arrived in South Australia in 1854. This was distributed via email as a pdf attachment for close relatives.<br /><br />16. I got a thrill from opening someone's eyes to the potential of using a variety of technology tools for genealogical purposes.<br /><br />17. Another positive I would like to share is the continuing satisfaction I get from pursuing our families shared histories.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzD3OvdqcdRuBwSYUCUNu9rFUT-ZU2okn2-XMg1OCylvu_SwBL_nOGm6UQiCbrmyOvxeMB-3GZPhF1rZoWATYZz-TDkEjqVIDLAld5zt5swczp6xiifMGK6ddilyHTxWNzlo_OiTNqOqpDqTLtAl_wx5EKpARLyQSqbUhHplzfuK0VmeXhrhOo5QVkk-n6" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="148" data-original-width="148" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhzD3OvdqcdRuBwSYUCUNu9rFUT-ZU2okn2-XMg1OCylvu_SwBL_nOGm6UQiCbrmyOvxeMB-3GZPhF1rZoWATYZz-TDkEjqVIDLAld5zt5swczp6xiifMGK6ddilyHTxWNzlo_OiTNqOqpDqTLtAl_wx5EKpARLyQSqbUhHplzfuK0VmeXhrhOo5QVkk-n6=w126-h126" width="126" /></a></div><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><br />I asked ChatGPT to use the above text with the prompt <i><b>acting as a professional genealogy blogger summarise my year</b></i>. </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Here's the response: </span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><b>Genealogy Blogger Year in Review: A Journey of Rediscovery and Connection</b></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">As the year draws to a close, reflecting upon my genealogical journey in 2023 brings a wave of satisfaction and meaningful connections. Here's a summary of the highlights and discoveries that defined my year:</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>1. Rediscovering Family Narratives:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Revisiting my mother's memoir proved to be a treasure trove, unearthing forgotten details and enriching my understanding of our family history.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>2. Reconnection through Research:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">An unexpected email from a living cousin expressing gratitude for my research on my mother's paternal line led to a heartwarming reconnection, highlighting the power of shared family narratives.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>3. Embracing Mastodon for Genealogical Discourse:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Replacing Twitter with Mastodon for genealogical discussions brought a sense of community. The open-source platform, free of advertisements, facilitated engaging conversations with a growing community of family history enthusiasts.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>4. Empowering DNA Research:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Reading "Your DNA Guide" by Diahan Southard proved to be a pivotal moment, empowering me with insights that enhanced my DNA research capabilities.</span><br /><b><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">5. Journey to South Australia:</span></b><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">March 2023 marked a memorable journey to South Australia, not only for the joy of reuniting with five siblings but also for recording significant events in their lives for future generations.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>6. Queensland Family History Society Membership</b>:</span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Being a member of the Queensland Family History Society provided valuable insights, newsletters, and access to online programs, shaping ideas for our local genealogical group.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>7. DNA Discoveries:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Taking control of my siblings' DNA test results led to several breakthroughs, unravelling mysteries and connecting with distant relatives, enriching our family tree.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>8. Exploring Innovative Genealogy Software:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Participation in the Facebook group "We Are [enjoying our family histories]" introduced me to innovative genealogy software, sparking interest in the evolving landscape of tools that integrate blog posts, dynamic family trees, and media.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>9. Trove Triumphs:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Trove played a crucial role in overcoming challenges, helping trace marriages and deaths of descendants by bridging gaps in historical data.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>10. AI Exploration:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Venturing into the realm of AI for genealogical purposes, learning from experts like Andrew Redfern and Carole McCulloch, opened new dimensions of understanding and application.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>11. Value in Genealogical Memberships</b>:</span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">The most rewarding investment proved to be my membership with Genealogy South Australia, offering unparalleled value for my genealogy endeavours.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>12. Contributing to the Local Genealogical Community:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Sharing expertise through classes and technical contributions to the local group not only felt fulfilling but also led to invitations to present sessions for three different genealogical societies.</span><br /><b><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">13. Memorable Gatherings:</span></b><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Lunch meetings with genimates Pauleen and Fran added a personal touch to the genealogical journey, creating lasting memories.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>14. Essential Tools:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">The Canon flatbed scanner remained an indispensable tool, facilitating the digitization of documents and photos vital to preserving our family's history.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>15. Sharing Ancestral Stories:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Rewriting and updating stories about our O'Dea ancestors, distributed via email with PDF attachments for close relatives, ensured the preservation and dissemination of our shared history.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>16. Inspiring Others:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">The joy of opening someone's eyes to the potential of technology tools for genealogical purposes was a gratifying experience, fostering a sense of community and shared exploration.</span><br /><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><b>17. Continuing Satisfaction:</b></span><br /><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Above all, the continuing satisfaction derived from delving into our family's shared histories remains the driving force, reaffirming the profound importance of preserving and celebrating our roots.</span><br /><br /><br /><i><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">Back to my own words: ChatGPT is quite wordy and suggests more than one lunch with genimates, but can be used to improve some of my blog posts, or make suggestions for individual sentences. I would definitely take out some of its excessive use of adjectives. The headings certainly make for easier reading. </span></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="line-height: 18.48px;"><br /></span></i></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><i><span style="line-height: 18.48px;">How have your experiences been with ChatGPT or other AI tools?</span><br /></i><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; line-height: 18.48px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on"><br /></div></div><div dir="ltr" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; caret-color: rgb(34, 34, 34); color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13.2px; text-size-adjust: auto;" trbidi="on">This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-31631115598526582402023-08-20T09:24:00.001+10:002023-08-23T09:20:55.049+10:00From Castlepollard to Adelaide<div><h3 style="text-align: left;">John Smyth : A great-grand uncle</h3><div>A renowned speaker and gifted administrator who died young - John Smyth.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Early years</b></div><div>In December of 1824 near Castlepollard in County Westmeath, Ireland, John was born to the Catholic couple Francis Smyth and Mary McCormick. His birth marked the beginning of a remarkable journey that would touch the lives of many.</div><div><br /></div><div>He attended Mr. Brady's Classical School in Cavan during his early years.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(1)</span> By the time he was 17, eight younger siblings had been born; Anne, Thomas, Mary, James, Michael, Biddy, Francis, and Margaret. Edward, his older brother, had been born in 1823, a year before John.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Education for the priesthood</b></div><div>In 1846 at age 22, John entered the Diocesan Seminary of Navan in Meath. After a year’s study he went to the College of the Propaganda in Rome and was ordained as a priest on June 10, 1852.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(2)</span></div><div>His ordination marked a pivotal moment in his life and that of his brothers, Edward, Thomas and James. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Immigration</b></div><div>John was recruited by Bishop Murphy to serve in the diocese of Adelaide many thousands of miles from his home and family. John arrived in Melbourne in April 1853 <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(3)</span>with another young priest Peter Hughes and then took the ship “Chilian” to Adelaide which berthed in May just a few weeks later.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (4)</span> Just 2 weeks after arriving in Adelaide, both John and Peter are listed as attending a levee held by the Lieutenant Governor to celebrate Her Majesty's birthday.<span style="font-size: xx-small;">(5)</span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><b>A working life</b></div><div>Evidence of early effective speech making is afforded in this report of a fund raising function for St Francis Xavier's Cathedral. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(6)</span> John spent most of his career in Adelaide as he was appointed Administrator for the diocese. In his subsequent role as Vicar General, he managed the clergy and the business affairs of the church. He often travelled to the country areas, laying foundation stones for new churches, or preaching at the opening of these new churches. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSrWvhdkIX0DLAW855Gk80vqYptXrIqFBtvj3-U2ngvl9PaEuy_hbYaNVleH9a12acXHfofPJjLfC0XoVGnDniufFaz_5XxgUEo2eU2DIypOT0_ep1TsPd4C8RPW6VNBYeDN6eO1bM842oU4A-97aTka7HTzhGA1HfsWtJvxDHeTUqnS5ijJsL_4bmx8H/s1024/B-11338%20Catholic%20Clergymen.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="1024" height="259" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSrWvhdkIX0DLAW855Gk80vqYptXrIqFBtvj3-U2ngvl9PaEuy_hbYaNVleH9a12acXHfofPJjLfC0XoVGnDniufFaz_5XxgUEo2eU2DIypOT0_ep1TsPd4C8RPW6VNBYeDN6eO1bM842oU4A-97aTka7HTzhGA1HfsWtJvxDHeTUqnS5ijJsL_4bmx8H/w400-h259/B-11338%20Catholic%20Clergymen.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Very Rev. John Smyth (Vicar General); seated on the left in the front row next to the <br />Rt. Rev. Bishop Laurence Bonaventure Sheil. <a href="https://collections.slsa.sa.gov.au/resource/B+11338">https://collections.slsa.sa.gov.au/resource/B+11338</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>John's elder brother Edward arrived in the colony in 1859 followed by younger brother Thomas and then James in 1864. In 1865 John laid the foundation stone for St Benedict's Church at Pinkerton's Plains within the neighbourhood where his brothers farmed. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(7)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>In 1869 the priests of the diocese expressed their thanks to John for his thoughtful and effective administration of the diocese in the two year absence of the Bishop. He was presented with a gold snuff box containing 50 sovereigns along with a written testimonial. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(8)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>By 1870 John expressed hope for leave to visit his mother in Ireland after news of his father's death earlier that year. Alas he fell ill, perhaps it was the constant pressure of work. After three months of poor health he died on 30 June 1870. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(9)</span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span> </div><div><br /></div><div><div>Extensive obituaries appeared in the newspapers of the day extolling his virtues and the sense of loss that the colony had suffered. <span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span>(10)</span> </span> A lengthy funeral procession followed.<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span>(11) </span><span>(12)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Tributes</b></div><div><blockquote><i><b>"His people, who mourned him so, built in his memory the mortuary chapel in the cemetery, in the vault of which his remains rest</b></i>." <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(13)</span></blockquote></div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQKJoabL8ligTx-Lt9AIy5KHOYKdN0oQVBtJhHBnPuUXwJo-M-5zLDP4JpFlu-2UqidAvsNsY9gup5I-u3ePYSjPOEbHDZAii3Bvq_44eM2gstMTIU6GLKpL-9i7b6ZrBcr2h4PliEAfAHIs6K5oyK2eXglYTmKbJSEUnkm9x9OVjH7xC8k0Ho950Tgws/s1200/park-lands-smyth-memorial-chapel.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="799" data-original-width="1200" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQKJoabL8ligTx-Lt9AIy5KHOYKdN0oQVBtJhHBnPuUXwJo-M-5zLDP4JpFlu-2UqidAvsNsY9gup5I-u3ePYSjPOEbHDZAii3Bvq_44eM2gstMTIU6GLKpL-9i7b6ZrBcr2h4PliEAfAHIs6K5oyK2eXglYTmKbJSEUnkm9x9OVjH7xC8k0Ho950Tgws/w400-h266/park-lands-smyth-memorial-chapel.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Smyth Memorial Chapel, West Terrace Cemetery, Adelaide<br /><a href="https://www.experienceadelaide.com.au/heritage-places/west-terrace-cemetery-john-smyth-memorial-chapel-west-terrace-adelaide/">https://www.experienceadelaide.com.au/heritage-places/west-terrace-cemetery-john-smyth-memorial-chapel-west-terrace-adelaide/</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div> In 1885 George Loyau wrote of John Smyth that "<i>as a preacher and platform orator he possessed an amount of eloquence and earnestness that were always effective.</i>"<span style="font-size: x-small;">(</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">14)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>John Smyth's story summarised briefly here, was one of devotion, a life dedicated to serving God and his fellow human beings.</div><div><br /></div><hr /><div><div><b>REFERENCE LIST</b></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Early years and from Navan to Rome</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span> 1870 'DEATH OF THE ROMAN CATHOLIC VICAR-GENERAL.', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 30 June, p. 2 Edition: LATE EDITION, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732180">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732180</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span> 1906 Byrne, Monsignor F., History of the Catholic Church in South Australia, Archive CD Books p.83</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Arrival in Melbourne</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> 1853 'SHIPPING INTELLIGENCE.', The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. : 1848 - 1957), 18 April, p. 4, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article4791740">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article4791740</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Arrival SA</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span> 1853 'SHIPPING INTELLIGENCE.', South Australian Register (Adelaide, SA : 1839 - 1900), 7 May, p. 2. , <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article38463395">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article38463395</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Attendance at Levee</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span> 1853 'HER MAJESTY'S BIRTHDAY.', South Australian Register (Adelaide, SA : 1839 - 1900), 25 May, p. 2., <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article38463456">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article38463456</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Fundraising for building of cathedral</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span> 1854 'PORT ELLIOT AND WELLINGTON.', South Australian Register (Adelaide, SA : 1839 - 1900), 31 January, p. 3. <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article48550830">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article48550830</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Laying foundation stone at St Benedict’s, Pinkerton Plains</b></div><div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(7) </span>1865 'PORT ADELAIDE: WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27.', Adelaide Observer (SA: 1843 - 1904), 30 September, p. 5. <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article159498126">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article159498126</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Presentation recognising service as Administrator and Vicar General</b></div><div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(8) </span>1869 'PRESENTATION TO THE VERY REV. JOHN SMYTH.', The South Australian Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1858 - 1889), 12 January, p. 3. <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31985687">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31985687</a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>Death</b></div><div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(9) </span>1870 'DEATH OF THE ROMAN CATHOLIC VICAR-GENERAL.', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 30 June, p. 2. (LATE EDITION), <a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/196732180/22384727">https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/196732180/22384727</a> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(10)</span> 1870 'Family Notices', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 30 June, p. 2. (LATE EDITION), viewed 19 Aug 2023, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732172">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732172</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Funeral</b></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(11) </span>1870 'Advertising', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 30 June, p. 2. (LATE EDITION), viewed 19 Aug 2023, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732182">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732182</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(12) </span>1870 'FUNERAL OF THE LATE R.C. VICAR GENERAL.', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 4 July, p. 2. (LATE EDITION), <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732288">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196732288</a> </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Recollections</b></div><div> <span style="font-size: x-small;">(13) </span>1923 'Very Rev. John Smyth, D.D., V.G.', Southern Cross (Adelaide, SA : 1889 - 1954), 26 October, p. 4. , <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167743817">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167743817</a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">(14) </span>Loyau, George E.. Notable South Australians; Or, Colonists, Past and Present. Australia: Carey, Page & Company, Printers, 1885. P 234-235 Available Google books</div></div><div><br /></div><div class="snapshot-box"><div style="background-color: #f5da81; border: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153); margin: 2px 0px 10px; overflow: hidden; padding: 1em; position: relative;"><h2>Genealogy Snapshot</h2>
<em><strong>Name:</strong></em> John Smyth<br />
<em><strong>Parents:</strong></em> Francis Smyth and Mary McCormick<br /><br />
<em><strong>Relationship to Carmel:</strong></em> Great-grand uncle, brother to Gt Grandfather Edward Smyth<br />
<ol>
<li>Gt. Grandfather: Edward Smyth</li>
<li>Paternal Grandmother: Elizabeth Smyth</li>
<li>Father: Edward Horgan</li>
<li>Carmel</li></ol></div></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">This post first appeared on <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/">https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/</a></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-44567124380893524102023-06-27T09:28:00.000+10:002023-06-27T09:28:03.362+10:00Ten years ago<div>Finally at rest. </div><div><br /></div><div>10 years ago at age 101, our mother closed her eyes on 27 June 2013 for the last time. </div><div><br /></div><div>Two of her seven living children were by her side. Days later we all gathered for her final farewell.</div><div><br /></div><div>From Ngallo to Hamley Bridge, Alma to Bumbunga, “Pine Creek” Linwood, Tarlee and Riverton, her years were lived on farms and in small rural towns in South Australia.</div><div><br /></div><div>Toasty warm fires yielded fluffy sponges, fruity cakes and sometimes sticky toffee treats for fetes. </div><div>Bubbling pans of fruit produced tasty jams and preserves.</div><div>Steaming coppers and weighty irons produced wrinkle free clothes.</div><div>Busy hands patched hole ridden clothes and sheets. Sock darning filled any spare moments.</div><div>Late night dressmaking clothed her daughters. Men’s work clothes were mended, patched and repatched, shirt collars turned.</div><div><br /></div><div>Such were the everyday tasks of our busy mother. Later years brought modern appliances, conveniences and leisure time to fill with hobbies and enjoy the grandchildren.</div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout the years, those both lean and plentiful, my parents were sustained by their faith.</div><div>Mum, we miss you and are grateful for all you did for us.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnyaACnHwhK-6lO-TSVK173cT4fV9PSapaic_ZkxgEEmv8qjb_JLu5BEEn66IQOiXHHbuA-U72KDL6ZUdkI2nGVFb3p0qi_I41lc7hsWUaWQkOttCHaulm_op4cdIKhZL9DFApE7wojqtlWHOXt7w1ECGfl3CFw_zlkVAyfX6bTBqj2s3NGYofg6muy2N/s2000/Green%20Watercolor%20Memorial%20Card%20.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Memorial card for Hannah Horgan" border="0" data-original-height="1429" data-original-width="2000" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSnyaACnHwhK-6lO-TSVK173cT4fV9PSapaic_ZkxgEEmv8qjb_JLu5BEEn66IQOiXHHbuA-U72KDL6ZUdkI2nGVFb3p0qi_I41lc7hsWUaWQkOttCHaulm_op4cdIKhZL9DFApE7wojqtlWHOXt7w1ECGfl3CFw_zlkVAyfX6bTBqj2s3NGYofg6muy2N/w400-h286/Green%20Watercolor%20Memorial%20Card%20.png" title="Hannah Horgan 1912 - 2013" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-49303216873429454782023-05-26T16:42:00.001+10:002024-01-16T10:52:21.760+10:00No longer Doubting Thomas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmVvT_Ete9sduRO2fLP8cnWFcRtqVBp-NIDgUrJDKBcObWL6z4X-QFMfKeytdBAuj8bwOwMiAuXn_3PTVIPRc5He0Uc8jPDDlVaIqo1Blaue3uGk3aUdXvdfL64daRV9cHIlwwxWzm1YFuvHcQcXOXDvun2eoZxJbwGT_fCQ9UoIIXNQKzjCNsLPa0g/s916/dna%20matches%20chart.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="613" data-original-width="916" height="428" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRmVvT_Ete9sduRO2fLP8cnWFcRtqVBp-NIDgUrJDKBcObWL6z4X-QFMfKeytdBAuj8bwOwMiAuXn_3PTVIPRc5He0Uc8jPDDlVaIqo1Blaue3uGk3aUdXvdfL64daRV9cHIlwwxWzm1YFuvHcQcXOXDvun2eoZxJbwGT_fCQ9UoIIXNQKzjCNsLPa0g/w640-h428/dna%20matches%20chart.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chart demonstrating some O'Dea DNA relationships</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>At the end of April 2023 I was still unsure if I had the correct <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2023/04/doubting-thomas.html">Thomas O'Dea</a> as the son of my gt -gt. grandparents Patrick and Mary O'Dea who arrived in South Australia in 1854.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now through the wonders of DNA I have confirmed this connection through not just the two DNA matches found with his descendants through Ancestry, but also another one found through MyHeritage. </div><div><br /></div><div>The diagram above was created in Word using the hierarchy SmartArt feature to demonstrate the relationship of some of my DNA matches to myself. I found <a href="https://youtu.be/fuRuc5WCP6w">this video</a> by Julie Cahill Tarr useful.</div><div><br /></div><div>The black labels at the side down to 3rd cousin level indicate relationships across each line. </div><div><br /></div><div>The last two black labels indicate relationship to me. DNA match 1 and DNA match 4 are indeed 4th cousins to each other, but they are my 3rd cousins once removed, meaning they are one generation away from me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Whilst on the subject of DNA matches I see MyHeritage has some new "Theory of Relativity" matches. There they use existing family trees to suggest the way matches may exist. I have managed to confirm a few of these matches but several rely on an incorrect identification of my mother's grandmother. Some indeed are just "theories."</div><div>With a wide range of DNA tools available to the researcher it is indeed an interesting time to further extend one's family tree.</div><div><br /></div><div>MyHeritage now displays that I have 879 people in my family tree who have a common ancestor and hence share DNA with me. Of these 879 just a few have taken DNA tests.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbduMtghj6Gq8i1ikZS9eYyuxm8CT4LGF_AgFHkrcLEzUTX4gue6LQArypfDJvkfgmmOV4YU0kujwYAHXfbj5d-xCli8G5tV9fprOcF2XgNGetz_HPnfy6I-EWj9Aa4AuTZWV7oPh_a10-aETJlehagMw0c73U6yzncGTIJcwqZ6mviXcIWnYRcE-7Q/s851/blood%20relatives.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="851" data-original-width="826" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWbduMtghj6Gq8i1ikZS9eYyuxm8CT4LGF_AgFHkrcLEzUTX4gue6LQArypfDJvkfgmmOV4YU0kujwYAHXfbj5d-xCli8G5tV9fprOcF2XgNGetz_HPnfy6I-EWj9Aa4AuTZWV7oPh_a10-aETJlehagMw0c73U6yzncGTIJcwqZ6mviXcIWnYRcE-7Q/w621-h640/blood%20relatives.png" width="621" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">MyHeritage chart</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-51552929351964446562023-05-05T15:08:00.001+10:002023-06-08T17:54:00.484+10:00Sugar, coal and coast<b><font size="4">The long road north</font></b><div>After 42 years since a last trip north there was much to see on the route Rockhampton to Mackay. No more putting hands on the windscreen to avoid the stone chips that flew into us all those years ago. Now a decent highway with B-Doubles by the dozens, the road freight trains that substitute for Australia’s lack of adequate train networks.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Our first stop after passing through rugged cattle country with few signs of habitation along the way, was at the Waverley creek rest area. Seemingly in the middle of nowhere but specifically 170km from Rockhampton, still 160km distant from Mackay this is a well cared for and much needed roadside stop in a long stretch. We were easily amused seeing these promotional icons outside the hotel Koumala.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdcqeDsN9uFn0SxCbOYNbL0iG7j1zmWvvGaUXQwreGIzGumj1URhXn_IosW1Jin_gzsA7uGuJZulomR4qhEE9EbqcguKTVsOJvc00ovoDcK3C-OxvePA0SupKqIio03qvC5pWKzEPp6m5ChMEEHt4_wkwS16ylZk3LxafwMewn2PJWcaQX57s_yvmDg/s1322/IMG_0125.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1322" data-original-width="1227" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdcqeDsN9uFn0SxCbOYNbL0iG7j1zmWvvGaUXQwreGIzGumj1URhXn_IosW1Jin_gzsA7uGuJZulomR4qhEE9EbqcguKTVsOJvc00ovoDcK3C-OxvePA0SupKqIio03qvC5pWKzEPp6m5ChMEEHt4_wkwS16ylZk3LxafwMewn2PJWcaQX57s_yvmDg/s320/IMG_0125.jpeg" width="297" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ8rehT_e9F9iJaUkCvvRK9agRH_eGE70ar0ZY2mmSlyJcn4KNvntYBSL3iS0HTYvZeLxVBOZBaH0ZHYcurIrJWcH4cWVzKnZpjq10T3U9FJhEcGagoO2ssbr-t-6dzIuyI8w3Q6X_x0w4RXIJshKlqYYt6dI8Opj45CFqOR5h-kzMAXZRH0gmLa76w/s4032/PXL_20230504_020501586.MP_Original.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmQ8rehT_e9F9iJaUkCvvRK9agRH_eGE70ar0ZY2mmSlyJcn4KNvntYBSL3iS0HTYvZeLxVBOZBaH0ZHYcurIrJWcH4cWVzKnZpjq10T3U9FJhEcGagoO2ssbr-t-6dzIuyI8w3Q6X_x0w4RXIJshKlqYYt6dI8Opj45CFqOR5h-kzMAXZRH0gmLa76w/s320/PXL_20230504_020501586.MP_Original.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div></div><div><div><br /></div><div>ST LAWRENCE</div><div>Further along a short turn off the highway saw us in St Lawrence. A small community with some interesting older buildings.</div><div>A beautifully maintained Isaac Shire Council building</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutrr8UAGlxOXSV8imQZd0mXqAagwjY1e82edQiN-n_k2VeZ5sViqeN5lSCMtiCGCb7SNsZrrZeIANOpWafxOnx_4IAeoJRVUsRN81L1JHGNjFoSCbgTknwgklKX4JRcu3Pzfq2V1_-YfEgzypeKHIokT2yulqX_vKZghukFhNrJpqWh7kkzQeMOhP1Q/s2183/IMG_0132.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1193" data-original-width="2183" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiutrr8UAGlxOXSV8imQZd0mXqAagwjY1e82edQiN-n_k2VeZ5sViqeN5lSCMtiCGCb7SNsZrrZeIANOpWafxOnx_4IAeoJRVUsRN81L1JHGNjFoSCbgTknwgklKX4JRcu3Pzfq2V1_-YfEgzypeKHIokT2yulqX_vKZghukFhNrJpqWh7kkzQeMOhP1Q/s320/IMG_0132.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">A view of times past and present - general store</span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4pTUdCgpBVDK-ovFsqz2OQ3lGzA6VrRa5qhGpavgEFOcdyk81FgTpVe5FCw8RGeCcGiDhxmJZtUaIt5GWu9ZwbXgPPYnRu1pWIDoLWc1aEOel_OXXIjTuXDkHLMwi8h7yjGOCy69OLqhrQDQqJlYxTnhHiSbFVHVWEWuRKr1bDsVx3gUYjJb09N-3w/s2166/IMG_0130.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1353" data-original-width="2166" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4pTUdCgpBVDK-ovFsqz2OQ3lGzA6VrRa5qhGpavgEFOcdyk81FgTpVe5FCw8RGeCcGiDhxmJZtUaIt5GWu9ZwbXgPPYnRu1pWIDoLWc1aEOel_OXXIjTuXDkHLMwi8h7yjGOCy69OLqhrQDQqJlYxTnhHiSbFVHVWEWuRKr1bDsVx3gUYjJb09N-3w/s320/IMG_0130.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHilEjeWITqpHDMjJVfStt-GN39cRRW4XPe4MEQ6ogx9vLrcwWCtvAFEHFUu74JInab37QnKWj7BW-Mb0efXpIgJP8Z5jaN_MKQ9I2JhClDud-WkH1aX_BVYkCo3eonYjPeWqkTb4YEiG0FMeSV83fqsCgrr8YfKUq1_OZ20eGbgDi9nJlPdTkZYWVA/s2120/IMG_0129.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1076" data-original-width="2120" height="162" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHilEjeWITqpHDMjJVfStt-GN39cRRW4XPe4MEQ6ogx9vLrcwWCtvAFEHFUu74JInab37QnKWj7BW-Mb0efXpIgJP8Z5jaN_MKQ9I2JhClDud-WkH1aX_BVYkCo3eonYjPeWqkTb4YEiG0FMeSV83fqsCgrr8YfKUq1_OZ20eGbgDi9nJlPdTkZYWVA/s320/IMG_0129.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>Clairview is on the water, further up the coast and here we saw colourful conveniences. The community appears to be about 90 houses spread along the foreshore with many large sheds for boats and fishing gear.</div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigS_q1ExwU11BGBn7AFtxW3XyWMB3k5CrF4cBQL1vZS5Aln7jK3PjYiQufFdqoPk_XP_p66aM7drKwooHGmD_FAGqbVF9CMlygnjUsXDZDtujSPs0yrgvpOxSDIiK-btwvG3Er8fCGSCMXTZLM_5AP79b_qRY8KlbdIaQFq7ueNPuQ6zYvhjl2wAUIgg/s2180/IMG_0127.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1397" data-original-width="2180" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigS_q1ExwU11BGBn7AFtxW3XyWMB3k5CrF4cBQL1vZS5Aln7jK3PjYiQufFdqoPk_XP_p66aM7drKwooHGmD_FAGqbVF9CMlygnjUsXDZDtujSPs0yrgvpOxSDIiK-btwvG3Er8fCGSCMXTZLM_5AP79b_qRY8KlbdIaQFq7ueNPuQ6zYvhjl2wAUIgg/s320/IMG_0127.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>Before Sarina we turned off the highway hoping to see Hay Point, the huge bulk coal port. The outlook is closed but from various spots along the road we could see the lengthy coal trains pulling in to the gigantic loaders. We counted at least 24 bulk carriers standing out to sea.</div><div><br /></div><div>Approaching Sarina sugar canefields appear. The mill dominates the town. Travelling north of there any flat land is covered in kilometres of waving sugar cane.</div><div><br /></div><div>Walking in central Mackay I managed yet again to put my thumb in front of the camera when photographing one of the bridges that cross the Pioneer river.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10ptGt6H9C-VMYR6dgKKtYpcD-T_nfdafi07UnC2mBOJ6dhvB-1QhTWvVoiOwxAsQDBKR_82o7ZMAc9trEbE8rP5NrkST6lOMuc8qs7ndU2gQHjlfMvdPftZFCffVNEANSF8e2j_0e6lr0i2mN6VUCXAr9dNAzlMbjs08pGfIP01uiYSDEqykz-kEQA/s2167/IMG_0134.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="2167" height="168" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10ptGt6H9C-VMYR6dgKKtYpcD-T_nfdafi07UnC2mBOJ6dhvB-1QhTWvVoiOwxAsQDBKR_82o7ZMAc9trEbE8rP5NrkST6lOMuc8qs7ndU2gQHjlfMvdPftZFCffVNEANSF8e2j_0e6lr0i2mN6VUCXAr9dNAzlMbjs08pGfIP01uiYSDEqykz-kEQA/s320/IMG_0134.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>At Slade Point, we had fabulous views from Lambert’s Lookout, 360° out to the Whitsundays and south to Hay Point.</div><div><br /></div><div>To complete the day we visited Mackay Harbour and Marina dominated by a giant breakwater wall and marina accomodation towers. The hundreds of huge catamarans and others in marina indicate the wealth of this area and its reliance on the tourist trade. </div></div><div> </div><br />crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-40152008051853135002023-04-24T13:19:00.000+10:002023-04-24T13:19:21.174+10:00Doubting Thomas<div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Z4iDcGcuPODO5IXxNG3-Nig76YEQifAueW_yQFzxhyGjuULVYGJFHemDZTTect1DTmk-JAm_faBVXum8ZmqausnlrHCMno8ScyTqdk6Cr88MtAIDbJVZP-7UoqA4WWXzVyJwrwnAynzFLr5sDbihC7cFFlgV17m_UrO6xnDZlOmvYQLZ_DGnMRRFmQ/s600/thomasOD.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="200" data-original-width="600" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Z4iDcGcuPODO5IXxNG3-Nig76YEQifAueW_yQFzxhyGjuULVYGJFHemDZTTect1DTmk-JAm_faBVXum8ZmqausnlrHCMno8ScyTqdk6Cr88MtAIDbJVZP-7UoqA4WWXzVyJwrwnAynzFLr5sDbihC7cFFlgV17m_UrO6xnDZlOmvYQLZ_DGnMRRFmQ/w640-h214/thomasOD.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />No, not the biblical Thomas, he who had doubts. </div><div><br /></div><div>My doubts centre around Thomas O’Dea. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was a brother of my gt grandfather John who arrived in South Australia with his parents Patrick and Mary on the ship <i><b>Time and Truth</b></i> in 1854. On the passenger list, Thomas’ age is given as 21 which provides a birth estimate of 1833 or 32 depending on the date on which the list was assembled..</div><div>His brother John was listed as 19 and sisters Mary 17 and Margaret 8. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have plenty of DNA matches down the descendant lines from John, Mary and Margaret but at this stage none that I can identify as descendants of Thomas. Perhaps I have the wrong Thomas in my tree. Could it simply be that none of his descendants have taken a DNA test? Probably not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back to the drawing board to investigate several of the other Thomas O’Deas who were in South Australia in the same period.</div><div><br /></div><div>But which Thomas O’Dea is he? </div><div><br /></div><div>First step, I eliminated all the Thomas O'Deas who did not have a Patrick listed as father.</div><div>I eliminated those who were born too early or far too late to fit a five year time frame of birth from 1829 - 1834 given that ages were often indeterminate on shipping, marriage and death records.</div><div>From 25 Thomas O'Deas in South Australia, I was now down to a list of three.</div><div><br /></div><div>First on the list is a Thomas O'Dea of Canowie who in 1881 was returning to his farm from Jamestown when he fell out of his cart and was killed. (1) He was listed as being 52 years old and married. This would put his birth about 1929. Reading other articles about the O'Deas at Canowie, three brothers are listed on adjacent farms, Patrick and John being the other brothers. </div><div>Our Thomas did not have a brother Patrick and I know for certain that his brother John was living at Pinkerton Plains much further to the south.</div><div><br /></div><div>The second Thomas under consideration died at the age of 45 in Adelaide in 1874. He was not married., and the land title later in this post eliminates him from consideration.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am left with Thomas O'Dea who died in 1914.</div><div>This Thomas O’Dea married Bridget Hill in Kapunda on 4 November 1856 where Thomas was listed as age 24 with his bride 18. </div><div><br /></div><div>His obituary in 1914 records:</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Mr. Thomas O'Dea, sen., an old resident farmer of the Terowie district, died recently at the age of 85 years. The deceased was born in Clare, Ireland, and arrived in South Australia about 60 years ago. From Bagot's Station he went to Pinkerton and Alma Plains, and engaged in farming operations. Thirty-seven years ago he took up land near Terowie, and later removed to Nackara, where he stayed until the death of his wife, 11 years ago, when he returned to Terowie and lived with his daughter (Mrs. T. O'Dea). About eight months ago he had an attack of paralysis, and had been an invalid ever since. Four sons and five daughters survive. (2)</b></i></div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>The Pinkerton Plains beginnings fit as his brother <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2014/02/celebrations-1913-style.html">John moved there with his wife</a> just after their marriage in 1863.</li><li>Being in the colony for 60 years also fits the 1854 arrival.</li><li>Age at death - 85, a small discrepancy. I have been unable to locate a birth record for him in County Clare.</li><li>This land title places Patrick with his sons Thomas and John on a block of land of 81 acres, numbered 300 in the Hundred of Mudla Wirra in 1864. (Pinkerton Plains)</li></ul></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyHXpsOe7GkazTamzFWBWBTB7SbDu8-no96GfcvGPFyo175DtYKx72ZPCIueHz-RkvE-22DtUjwDr93TDgrcmyYzachXxhUTQKlbJMZGYBQSw89T542uAAeVDdgshb4v8BnDRK6GUHl80xlMcJU-eVvK1otQexkGVuswcX_8bllp4njR2Fg162VcrFw/s1048/3odeassnip.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="511" data-original-width="1048" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYyHXpsOe7GkazTamzFWBWBTB7SbDu8-no96GfcvGPFyo175DtYKx72ZPCIueHz-RkvE-22DtUjwDr93TDgrcmyYzachXxhUTQKlbJMZGYBQSw89T542uAAeVDdgshb4v8BnDRK6GUHl80xlMcJU-eVvK1otQexkGVuswcX_8bllp4njR2Fg162VcrFw/w640-h312/3odeassnip.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Further down the land title gt gt grandfather Patrick is listed as having died in June or July of 1867. </div><div><br /></div><div>According to the 1914 obituary above, Thomas moved to Terowie with his wife Bridget and their growing brood of children about 1877. At that stage his brother John already had 5 children too, so more land would have been needed to support the growing families. The last 4 children born to Bridget and Thomas have Terowie as their birth location, so perhaps the move was made in 1875.</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">The children of Thomas O'Dea and Bridget Hill</h3><div><ol style="text-align: left;"><li>Margaret 1858 - 1938 married (another) Thomas O'Dea in 1878</li><li>Catherine Therese 1862 -1936 married Thomas Gabriel Fogarty in 1886</li><li>Bridget Rose 1864 -1918 married John Stephen Eddy in 1889</li><li>Patrick Henry 1867 - 1902 married Catherine Hegarty in 1891</li><li>Ellen 1869 - 1947 married Thomas O'Connell in 1890</li><li>Mary Anne 1871 - 1872</li><li>John 1873 -1923</li><li>Thomas Gerald 1875 - 1926 married Florence Lawn in 1911</li><li>Martin Vincent 1877 - 1935 married Esther Ruth in 1906</li><li>Frances Alice 1880 -1964 married William Edward Wilson in 1904</li><li>Michael Joseph 1883 - 1938</li></ol><div>Their mother Bridget, Thomas’ wife died in 1902. </div></div><div><div class="paragraph onPage" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><div class="line" style="box-sizing: border-box;"><div class="read" style="border-radius: 3px; border: 2px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); box-sizing: border-box; margin-bottom: 1px; min-height: 1.5em; outline: currentcolor; padding: 0.15em; position: relative; transition: all 0.7s ease 0s;"><b><i>O'DEA.—On 8th September, 1902, at Terowie, Bridget O'Dea, wife of Thomas O'Dea, near Nackara, aged 64 years—fortified by the last Holy Sacraments. R.I.P (3)</i></b></div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>If you are a descendant of any of the above mentioned and have taken a DNA test, I would be delighted to hear from you. Perhaps you may be a 3rd cousin if I have indeed identified the correct Thomas O'Dea. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have a condensed list of descendants with the names of any of the living removed for privacy if you are a descendant of this couple I am happy to share the information. Any errors are mine and I await correction by a diligent researcher.</div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to have a DNA connection on this line to confirm whether I have identified the correct Thomas O’Dea. My contact details can be found on the About page.</div><hr /><div><br /></div><div>1. <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">1881 'JAMESTOWN, March 10.', </span><i style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">South Australian Register (Adelaide, SA : 1839 - 1900)</i><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">, 11 March, p. 6. , viewed 23 Apr 2023, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article43166366</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">2. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">1914 'CONCERNING PEOPLE.', </span><i style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 - 1929)</i><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">, 20 May, p. 10. , viewed 23 Apr 2023, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article59400255</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">3. </span><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">1902 'Family Notices', </span><i style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">Petersburg Times (SA : 1887 - 1919)</i><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-size-adjust: 100%;">, 12 September, p. 2. , viewed 23 Apr 2023, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article124971283</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-90194587760705436562023-04-19T20:57:00.000+10:002023-04-19T20:57:47.261+10:00Using AI on a wedding report<div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcOcbk5xxEorWCLFKGunvscJEFRHMiravKFpZrJWsFJ0valmkKaDWC6ZUrl7fzMj_gHol1GM94A-JJh0VtzsSmawyYWp_0k_dJzGy9BXmmL-pFqiYkQN0KJ1EP3WevrmASY3ynoppRwGLU27Fv94SRuCJBWkowxdEFs0aBN4Mdr3TtU3Rl3LkAy40cg/s1640/D7DC57ED-9239-4DFC-B6CB-D657F43E0B6A.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="924" data-original-width="1640" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBcOcbk5xxEorWCLFKGunvscJEFRHMiravKFpZrJWsFJ0valmkKaDWC6ZUrl7fzMj_gHol1GM94A-JJh0VtzsSmawyYWp_0k_dJzGy9BXmmL-pFqiYkQN0KJ1EP3WevrmASY3ynoppRwGLU27Fv94SRuCJBWkowxdEFs0aBN4Mdr3TtU3Rl3LkAy40cg/w400-h225/D7DC57ED-9239-4DFC-B6CB-D657F43E0B6A.png" width="400" /></a></div>I recently read this most interesting article by Steve Little about extracting details from text using AI <a href="https://asheancestors.org/2023/03/20/ai-and-genealogy-using-chatgpt-to-glean-info-from-obits-articles-and-announcements/">https://asheancestors.org/2023/03/20/ai-and-genealogy-using-chatgpt-to-glean-info-from-obits-articles-and-announcements/</a><p></p><p class="MsoNormal">I copied Steve’s instructions then added the text from a marriage report found in Trove. </p><p class="MsoNormal">Thomas William Meaney in this report lived from 1895 until 1957. His marriage to Nora Silvy as detailed below took place on the 7 August 1929. He is my second cousin once removed. Thomas and Nora are buried in the St John’s cemetery in South Australia.</p><h4 style="text-align: left;">Instructions to ChatGPT</h4><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">Assume
the role of an expert, professional genealogist. Consider the genealogically
relevant information that might appear in a wedding announcement. Below is the
OCR text (correct for spelling) of an announcement. I would like to know about
the stated relationships between people in the text. When you can with
certainty, state the relationship between two people in the article. in a
markdown table use the form PERSON ONE : PERSON TWO : RELATIONSHIP :
INFORMATION. (Where INFORMATION is the quoted text in the article describing
the relationship between the two people. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">At
St. Rose's Church, Kapunda, the wedding was celebrated of Miss Nora Silvy,
third daughter of Mrs. and the late Mr. J. Silvy, and Mr. Thomas Meaney, eldest
son of the late Mr. and Mrs. John Meaney, of Freeling. The bride, who entered
the church on the arm of Mr. William Silvy, her eldest brother, wore a frock of
white crepe de chine trimmed with silver lace, her veil was worn cap fashion,
trimmed with orange blossom, and she carried a bouquet of white and pink
flowers with white streamers. Miss Mary Meaney (niece of the bride) was
bridesmaid in a blue crepe de chine frock, with silver buckle, and posy on
shoulder. She wore a silver head band, and carried a bouquet of blue and pink
flowers and blue streamers. Father Bede officiated, and also played the wedding
march. Mr. Lawrence Silvy (brother of the bride was best man. Mrs. Silvy
(mother of the bride) wore a black coat and skirt with black hat to match. The
bride and bridegroom left the church for the residence of the bride's sister
(Mrs. J. Meaney) where the wedding breakfast was held. The toast of the bride,
bridegroom, and bridesmaid and best man was proposed by Mr. N. Roberts, and the
cake was cut by the bridegroom left the church for the residence of the bride's
sister (Mrs. J. Meaney) where the wedding breakfast was held. The toast of the
bride, bridegroom, and bridesmaid and best man was proposed by Mr. N. Roberts,
and the cake was cut by the bride.</span></p><h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">ChatGPT output</span></h4>
<table border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGridLight" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184; width: 653px;">
<tbody><tr>
<td style="border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt; text-align: center;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Person
One<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
</td>
<td style="border-left: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt; text-align: center;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Person
Two<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
</td>
<td style="border-left: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt; text-align: center;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Relationship<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
</td>
<td style="border-left: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt; text-align: center;"><b><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Information<o:p></o:p></span></b></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">J. Silvy (father)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Daughter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Miss Nora Silvy, third daughter of Mrs. and
the late Mr. J. Silvy"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Mrs. Silvy (mother)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Daughter<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Miss Nora Silvy, third daughter of Mrs. and
the late Mr. J. Silvy"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thomas Meaney<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">John Meaney (father)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Son<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Mr. Thomas Meaney, eldest son of the late
Mr. and Mrs. John Meaney"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thomas Meaney<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Mrs. John Meaney (mother)<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Son<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Mr. Thomas Meaney, eldest son of the late
Mr. and Mrs. John Meaney"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">William Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brother<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"The bride, who entered the church on the
arm of Mr. William Silvy, her eldest brother"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Mary Meaney<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Niece<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Miss Mary Meaney (niece of the bride) was
bridesmaid"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lawrence Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Brother<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"Mr. Lawrence Silvy (brother of the bride
was best man)"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
<tr>
<td style="border-top: none; border: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 104.65pt;" valign="top" width="140">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">J. Meaney<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 109.05pt;" valign="top" width="145">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora Silvy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt; width: 72.25pt;" valign="top" width="96">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="color: red; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Sister-in-law</span><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
<td style="border-bottom-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-bottom-width: 1pt; border-bottom: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-left: none; border-right-color: rgb(191, 191, 191); border-right-width: 1pt; border-right: 1pt solid rgb(191, 191, 191); border-style: none solid solid none; border-top: none; mso-border-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-bottom-themecolor: background1; mso-border-bottom-themeshade: 191; mso-border-left-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-left-themecolor: background1; mso-border-left-themeshade: 191; mso-border-right-themecolor: background1; mso-border-right-themeshade: 191; mso-border-themecolor: background1; mso-border-themeshade: 191; mso-border-top-alt: solid #BFBFBF .5pt; mso-border-top-themecolor: background1; mso-border-top-themeshade: 191; padding: 0cm 5.4pt;" valign="top">
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 24pt;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">"The bride and bridegroom left the church
for the residence of the <span style="color: red;">bride's sister </span>(Mrs.
J. Meaney)"<o:p></o:p></span></p>
</td>
</tr>
</tbody></table><p class="MsoNormal"><span face=""Segoe UI", sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt;">From the given text,
we can determine the following relationships:</span></p>
<div style="border: 1pt solid rgb(217, 217, 227); margin-left: 18pt; margin-right: 0cm; mso-border-alt: solid #D9D9E3 .25pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0cm 0cm 0cm 5pt;">
<ul style="margin-top: 0cm;" type="disc">
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Nora
Silvy is the daughter of J. Silvy and Mrs. Silvy.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Thomas
Meaney is the son of John Meaney and Mrs. John Meaney.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">William
Silvy is the eldest brother of Nora Silvy.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Mary
Meaney is the niece of Nora Silvy.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">Lawrence
Silvy is the brother of Nora Silvy.<o:p></o:p></span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 18pt; padding: 0cm;"><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="color: red; font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;">J. Meaney is the sister-in-law of Nora Silvy, as she is the wife of
Nora's brother Thomas Meaney.</span><span face=""Segoe UI",sans-serif" style="font-size: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-AU;"><o:p></o:p></span></li>
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<h4 style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">My thoughts</span></h4><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;"> </span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The results clearly explain the relationships between the folks listed, however the text in red is an incorrect interpretation as the information highlighted in the table clearly states that Mrs J Meaney is the bride’s sister.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">This was an interesting exercise for me but a reminder for me too, to always check the output of any AI tool or indeed any genealogical source. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 120%;">With AI tools already being used by the large genealogical record companies, it will indeed be interesting to observe how AI tools find their way into the everyday family historian’s toolbox. </span></p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cMq5bvs-JZRxbW7juIHd4DR7Vu4XbSDhLHicqn3b3fQuxkyo5GaV4Yq-_c3hDxooENfdDZr9JdDnFhYejF0qCc1GyzSytGfsTNjtH_VJHb9Wy7CaBKL9RcvU0-0RYDmb7dTjM75nGiOr3oOcY47uzz7lRTndGia1LS1LtQaNzKlXqCffurl1dTO2XA/s1100/A9853F46-B1A4-4A0E-97EF-489704A83643.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="661" data-original-width="1100" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3cMq5bvs-JZRxbW7juIHd4DR7Vu4XbSDhLHicqn3b3fQuxkyo5GaV4Yq-_c3hDxooENfdDZr9JdDnFhYejF0qCc1GyzSytGfsTNjtH_VJHb9Wy7CaBKL9RcvU0-0RYDmb7dTjM75nGiOr3oOcY47uzz7lRTndGia1LS1LtQaNzKlXqCffurl1dTO2XA/w400-h240/A9853F46-B1A4-4A0E-97EF-489704A83643.jpeg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Gravestone of Thomas and Nora Meaney<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-34414450818974556752023-03-25T23:35:00.001+10:002023-03-30T08:20:53.089+10:00Visiting siblings and Polish Hill<div>I've spent the last week focusing on my living relatives in South Australia rather than my ancestors or those who have passed away. It's been a pleasure to be in their company and catch up on their news as we all get older. </div><div><br /></div><div>On the side, there's always room for a little genealogy and history. </div><div><br /></div><div>Last Saturday, one of my sisters and I went to the <a href="http://www.phrcm.org.au/home.html">Polish Hill Church Museum</a>, which is not far from Sevenhill. </div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsTpCgJOZ0MdjrweqeFidlZ8hCjkHic7_-p-pjvRfHy-s8VtWxxm6nXNghaNJCELo9kUz6-OPxUFjuucNCBLr2bzHqlpp17iTyC19hXtFO844p9pjbsEyqIg0MnlM-sfg4jg7KUf3Ba62xONEiU-zKkwNzLrQXiklNupP_vjwUHF03rJJCD2WCeJzYA/s4032/PXL_20230318_010118104.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdsTpCgJOZ0MdjrweqeFidlZ8hCjkHic7_-p-pjvRfHy-s8VtWxxm6nXNghaNJCELo9kUz6-OPxUFjuucNCBLr2bzHqlpp17iTyC19hXtFO844p9pjbsEyqIg0MnlM-sfg4jg7KUf3Ba62xONEiU-zKkwNzLrQXiklNupP_vjwUHF03rJJCD2WCeJzYA/s320/PXL_20230318_010118104.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WgnbyJhWQ19ZS7-j93qU1mdfOG5mBJYOsdnK0bLodV9aP2ZrfyBVkvyWKdhk-Y1O92HFC4P2mOv4NVDwRzP3Hk66fldCmGPmbAeOtsR0uKwwDcd7qF1ay7qAWrbZ-O5y1XsiIvy7gL9tz3xBdMst6WLYZTkxWszesW3YhraQk5RB3J8oB-JnRz-LNg/s4032/PXL_20230318_010053470.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WgnbyJhWQ19ZS7-j93qU1mdfOG5mBJYOsdnK0bLodV9aP2ZrfyBVkvyWKdhk-Y1O92HFC4P2mOv4NVDwRzP3Hk66fldCmGPmbAeOtsR0uKwwDcd7qF1ay7qAWrbZ-O5y1XsiIvy7gL9tz3xBdMst6WLYZTkxWszesW3YhraQk5RB3J8oB-JnRz-LNg/s320/PXL_20230318_010053470.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, there is a connection along the way to one of those Polish Catholic families who had migrated to Australia from the 1850s on. The community became known as Polish Hill where a small church was erected and the families gathered. The small church and museum have been carefully restored by the Polish community in South Australia and an excellent exhibition has been curated therein.</div><div><br /></div><div>A report in the Northern Argus in 1893 recalls:</div><div><div class="zone" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><p><i> Some years ago the country known as the head of Hill River, which lies between Sevenhills and Mintaro, was chiefly occupied by Polish farmers. These men did herculean work, clearing their holdings of much of the heavy timber, and utilising the land by cereal culture. Owing to the uneven nature of the country it was not well adapted for profitable wheat growing, and one after another sold out and went to fresh fields</i> 1.</p><p>Another wave of Polish settlers arrived in South Australia after World War II and thanks to the descendants of those and the descendants of the earlier settlers this small building has been restored and maintained.</p><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dhQBpz2UUcZRpA7PBAFsToOPUQwfq35tPXYn0-KnE0E3QzWcSeZpeQybkmONgaid36VwN7GWJ_8j1A6IAHhsmWuRKPUTtRzb_9e79qYy6ipxiP0C8NabtNn1aQp9x-SfnH6EgmjApl3x7g9eSLluwuG56GGH1kW4H3SpAmJKFXzagY-BYu_vPI0jWA/s4032/92C9FCF9-21E0-4871-89D9-EE0AAD239157.jpeg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8dhQBpz2UUcZRpA7PBAFsToOPUQwfq35tPXYn0-KnE0E3QzWcSeZpeQybkmONgaid36VwN7GWJ_8j1A6IAHhsmWuRKPUTtRzb_9e79qYy6ipxiP0C8NabtNn1aQp9x-SfnH6EgmjApl3x7g9eSLluwuG56GGH1kW4H3SpAmJKFXzagY-BYu_vPI0jWA/s320/92C9FCF9-21E0-4871-89D9-EE0AAD239157.jpeg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A very large, heavy wooden set of Rosary beads <br />hang on the pew at the front of the chapel.</td></tr></tbody></table><p>The site of the village now houses the premises of <a href="https://www.hillriverclareestate.com.au/">Hill River Estate</a> Winery.</p><p>1. <span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px;">1893 'No title', </span><i style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px;">Northern Argus (Clare, SA : 1869 - 1954)</i><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px;">, 22 December, p. 2. , viewed 22 Mar 2023, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article97323395</span></p></div></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-61015541101701907832022-12-31T22:39:00.073+10:002023-01-01T00:09:01.315+10:00Packing up 2022<h2 style="text-align: left;">December 31 2022</h2><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrvnr_28yhd9mIApzEJvOTsTa0yyZIDj5KOok-1VVyoebdPwU1TWcwXmkcnb_ZcSxiBOYCF072AODtlZooQ9R3iWsWtGOs-ty4rk56uX8IcLGaaWvsA2PA-8jMuXFg9A2MyiW2lTQIyYkq0IwOrfPQqKrvqfiV6oS-ynBiJ4tR-5xGQalSrr-bANmOg/s2998/3santas%20on%20fridge.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2233" data-original-width="2998" height="297" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrvnr_28yhd9mIApzEJvOTsTa0yyZIDj5KOok-1VVyoebdPwU1TWcwXmkcnb_ZcSxiBOYCF072AODtlZooQ9R3iWsWtGOs-ty4rk56uX8IcLGaaWvsA2PA-8jMuXFg9A2MyiW2lTQIyYkq0IwOrfPQqKrvqfiV6oS-ynBiJ4tR-5xGQalSrr-bANmOg/w400-h297/3santas%20on%20fridge.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Magnets on fridge door</td></tr></tbody></table><br />As the year ends it is time to pack away Christmas decorations once again. Our mish-mash of decorations have been acquired over many years and from many different locations. As I wrapped and stored once more it struck me that the oldest decorations we have are two small papier mache bells purchased in Kashmir in 1979.<div><br /></div><div>Some things are treasures others help us remember Christmases past. <br /><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70L_f6noZh0827viC9p4xHwS82yh6iYgc-HTS3Qwm8v4ILjeczJeV0xHc9iTveiMuN9Zxvl91GJPvgfoADaE_HA3U7VMu6kValkxpPVS_xmfJ422otKRrQQMp7-fqV2zx7sjw3zikUrdeZrpFIZnxt_4o9-OP_d5SWNuhjagPg6rHs0ay-UvLgXaurw/s2047/decorations%20collage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2047" data-original-width="2047" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj70L_f6noZh0827viC9p4xHwS82yh6iYgc-HTS3Qwm8v4ILjeczJeV0xHc9iTveiMuN9Zxvl91GJPvgfoADaE_HA3U7VMu6kValkxpPVS_xmfJ422otKRrQQMp7-fqV2zx7sjw3zikUrdeZrpFIZnxt_4o9-OP_d5SWNuhjagPg6rHs0ay-UvLgXaurw/w400-h400/decorations%20collage.jpg" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a collection of odds and sods<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>This year Christmas was extra special with the company of our son and his family. There was much excitement as the tree was decorated and presents appeared below its branches. </div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxYilenUFTGdHtRnPKlf4F-7VwA2CIepxf9BIU2dFbUw3jF3axptlEEbv4sFarC305DGzWU9S8vLGPuhV9ij0GrIaVcPcEn9X-6KW61uEZt8xh48YDvuiLVWtyLn-WJHTjS3aBL1QtigbRbjlbA1kT1QJn2JJDPRA_r6qtbAqBw8PjSd066H-uQ0DSw/s4032/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxYilenUFTGdHtRnPKlf4F-7VwA2CIepxf9BIU2dFbUw3jF3axptlEEbv4sFarC305DGzWU9S8vLGPuhV9ij0GrIaVcPcEn9X-6KW61uEZt8xh48YDvuiLVWtyLn-WJHTjS3aBL1QtigbRbjlbA1kT1QJn2JJDPRA_r6qtbAqBw8PjSd066H-uQ0DSw/s320/tree.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Christmas tree 2022</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>The celebrations are over and the extended family have returned home. Our year ends quietly as we look forward to all that 2023 may bring. Wishing all a happy and healthy New Year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aQe9IT7pUOQuFn3cNqWFwcwDFDom6FiSAvn_e0aao2yZRosvsZ6XKFulvOVnjrlB3uEHDY1X4cEaqwy2O0IJ82HExRIU0nozepfDY-8EtZQLgd9EzmOmzTAStypkFGqVfg8AJU1UmHNQX1wunMzrTbyEUI1KNckl54j_3MNW22gX_Q6owgbJiSMh6w/s705/newyear.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="261" data-original-width="705" height="148" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aQe9IT7pUOQuFn3cNqWFwcwDFDom6FiSAvn_e0aao2yZRosvsZ6XKFulvOVnjrlB3uEHDY1X4cEaqwy2O0IJ82HExRIU0nozepfDY-8EtZQLgd9EzmOmzTAStypkFGqVfg8AJU1UmHNQX1wunMzrTbyEUI1KNckl54j_3MNW22gX_Q6owgbJiSMh6w/w400-h148/newyear.png" width="400" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-82065548908014037632022-12-13T13:40:00.003+10:002022-12-13T14:54:43.362+10:00Who's in the tree?<div>An interesting new chart from MyHeritage under Family Statistics demonstrates I have not gone back many generations in my family history research but it does illustrate that I have 647 blood relatives who have a common ancestor with me.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2y7ASvhRsPyKT-zIcr0Gmn02WDLu8AZCFuIcoPanGEAXV_TIK5XBQ46jpqQ0-siTzMREqRwybiKgpJFyHt1lJD2uK1j3Imqg_owKct-Q6lj2g2MM_Ot_xyS941KSGfGXUb41FrA5oLoXe6r78zKzQss0GaEdKslGE7Bygse4Gp5gMEq2WY-UV6QhOOA/s797/close.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="797" data-original-width="575" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2y7ASvhRsPyKT-zIcr0Gmn02WDLu8AZCFuIcoPanGEAXV_TIK5XBQ46jpqQ0-siTzMREqRwybiKgpJFyHt1lJD2uK1j3Imqg_owKct-Q6lj2g2MM_Ot_xyS941KSGfGXUb41FrA5oLoXe6r78zKzQss0GaEdKslGE7Bygse4Gp5gMEq2WY-UV6QhOOA/s16000/close.png" /></a></div><br /><div>I'm sure the second and third cousins have many more children than those I've managed to find. DNA testing has revealed dozens of matches so there is still plenty of work to do.</div><div><br /></div><div>Surely among the 27 nieces and nephews I have there will be someone to carry on the family history and add in their stories and partner's families.</div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-73958135994706465782022-11-25T17:24:00.000+10:002022-11-25T17:24:40.492+10:00A Memorable Minties Moment<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqISewt5Y_QvkwtMqXqag51Er4FTBcthm5_cjOXYL_tgqgTwY4qfXFRo9sbG3HBpHn0kZttlvvQLnQ34SOc_3fArhkqhevyAUt8_8m_BDupw1OnTFR6yxZ79HAtr6qJKy9oKTzzhWH587eV0yzDjYRfYUazLfopNqqq318OvKTlhr6xs_0jULrn--aA/s684/minties%201.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="684" data-original-width="522" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLqISewt5Y_QvkwtMqXqag51Er4FTBcthm5_cjOXYL_tgqgTwY4qfXFRo9sbG3HBpHn0kZttlvvQLnQ34SOc_3fArhkqhevyAUt8_8m_BDupw1OnTFR6yxZ79HAtr6qJKy9oKTzzhWH587eV0yzDjYRfYUazLfopNqqq318OvKTlhr6xs_0jULrn--aA/s320/minties%201.jpg" width="244" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">1927, Geelong Advertiser (Vic. : 1859 - 1929), 26 February, p. 13. , viewed 25 Nov 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page25137816">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-page25137816</a></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><i>“It’s moments like these you need Minties”. Celebrating its 100th birthday this year, this iconic Australian lolly is one of the oldest confectionery products still available. Minties were invented in 1922 by Australian James Stedman and produced initially under Sweetacres brand."</i></div><div> <br />The above tweet from Trove reminded me of a memorable "Minties Moment" far from Australia. Thanks Trove for the images and reminder.</div><div><br /></div><div>A fun competitive activity when I was younger was to unwrap a Mintie and while enjoying the lolly, one proceeded to tear the wrapping paper into one long strip. A comparison with others, usually siblings, determined who had managed to tear the longest strip without any breaks. The reward was simply in the accomplishment of the task.</div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsQcG3WeDASlo-Ed_w94Cht6DUeEGSu1QPNo5kRm7Jw8M4AYr5os557o_qZug7JzdvUlIoM6uHuQRYkVtquLbKKSMqzCcIEh3GyoYTKQyOOzvAKlL3DTc9yNMvNOCDNPCUssURHneZ3haivrK4zxeoK33IkgeXYSgO1ED8drvK9XSrIt4FT_OU0PI3A/s549/minties2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="549" data-original-width="347" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsQcG3WeDASlo-Ed_w94Cht6DUeEGSu1QPNo5kRm7Jw8M4AYr5os557o_qZug7JzdvUlIoM6uHuQRYkVtquLbKKSMqzCcIEh3GyoYTKQyOOzvAKlL3DTc9yNMvNOCDNPCUssURHneZ3haivrK4zxeoK33IkgeXYSgO1ED8drvK9XSrIt4FT_OU0PI3A/s320/minties2.jpg" width="202" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">1953 'Advertising', </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Brisbane Telegraph (Qld. : 1948 - 1954)</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">, 7 October, p. 21. (LAST CITY), viewed 25 Nov 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article217216903">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article217216903</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>While accompanying my husband on an overseas posting, I had several opportunities to travel with a group of women who were from a wide range of countries. They were all there accompanying husbands attached to their country's embassy.</div><div><br /></div><div>On one day trip out of Paris, we were in for a long bus ride. It had become a custom to entertain each other by introducing a fun activity or song or story while we travelled.</div><div>With several packets of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Minties">Minties</a> in hand I distributed them to all aboard. I issued a suitable warning about the likelihood of tooth engagement! I then demonstrated the technique by which one could tear the wrapper into a long strip. Much hilarity ensued as many made the effort but somehow needed a second Mintie to try another time.</div><div><br /></div><div>A fun activity that reminded me of special friendships with women forged across language and customs barriers. Have you had a memorable Minties Moment?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRqpK5d8iYNMm2FWFyvY5tlZyshW-wtqi2CxpAuPMSTG0Vhl6HXTPCTZtbZIk2XPlAUT7jJrZ2wGsY7M322a488H7o8axUkHLDftqExI5taFx9Ik1qwigTXYlRJg-oiHJY_otGaEdy5YP-9ipdhh6w2LJpyDQE0gvqsbNUk2TcrZL_plk0RD02VKdgA/s487/minties4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="384" data-original-width="487" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtRqpK5d8iYNMm2FWFyvY5tlZyshW-wtqi2CxpAuPMSTG0Vhl6HXTPCTZtbZIk2XPlAUT7jJrZ2wGsY7M322a488H7o8axUkHLDftqExI5taFx9Ik1qwigTXYlRJg-oiHJY_otGaEdy5YP-9ipdhh6w2LJpyDQE0gvqsbNUk2TcrZL_plk0RD02VKdgA/s320/minties4.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: left;">Minties - now made by Allens - a hard, white chewy, square mint-flavoured sweet, which on chewing become so sticky that they are notorious for causing dental fillings to come out. They are wrapped in a waxed paper.<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-50822075121584207542022-09-04T10:03:00.003+10:002022-09-04T10:03:59.618+10:00Visualising family data<span style="font-size: 24px;"><b>Descendants of Johanna Fitzgerald and Thomas Horgan</b></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXjDU9evGBNPxey0xxQVAXzUHDhQZf2gKUD_1lgYoqg5yJgWmPx5-vCzBLwNRtXrjYTN_m-goKlWPN_zo0qbr3NPf1btILrJhKmw55CFbU4f7CtgHIckFii4qHdeYTSePs55bgeceti4ZSEj-s6mUZ-hd1YHcGwH1c_J-CjhN4T0JZRqGzhI5uKfi7Q/s1414/Parents%20(2).png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="diagram showing numbers of male and female grandchildren" border="0" data-original-height="719" data-original-width="1414" height="326" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaXjDU9evGBNPxey0xxQVAXzUHDhQZf2gKUD_1lgYoqg5yJgWmPx5-vCzBLwNRtXrjYTN_m-goKlWPN_zo0qbr3NPf1btILrJhKmw55CFbU4f7CtgHIckFii4qHdeYTSePs55bgeceti4ZSEj-s6mUZ-hd1YHcGwH1c_J-CjhN4T0JZRqGzhI5uKfi7Q/w640-h326/Parents%20(2).png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The 31 grandchildren of Johanna Fitzgerald and Thomas Horgan</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Above is a visual representation of the Horgan grandchildren all born in South Australia after the widowed Johanna Horgan emigrated from Ireland in 1852 with her three young sons John, Thomas and Daniel. She was later joined by her older daughter Johanna. <div><br /><div>I am grateful to <a href="https://andrewredfern.com/family-history/">Andrew Redfern</a> for the idea of representing families in this visual manner.</div><div>A chart like this can be produced in a wide range of programs such as Word, Powerpoint, or Google slides. I chose to make mine in <a href="https://www.canva.com/">Canva</a> using their simple tools to duplicate and tidy the person icons in the table.</div><h4 style="text-align: left;">The 94 great grandchildren</h4><div>Not all of the 31 grandchildren represented above went on to have their own children. Some died at a young age, several women remained unmarried and looked after parents as they aged, 2 married couples had no children, 2 of the men became priests and one woman became a nun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of those grandchildren who did marry, here are the numbers of offspring from those unions.</div><div><br /></div><div>Johanna Horgan and John Hogan's offspring had 23 children: - 6 O’Sullivans, 6 Hogans, 5 O’Briens, and 6 Kitschkes </div><div>John Horgan and Hanora O'Leary's offspring had 11 children : - 3 Horgans and 8 McInerneys</div><div>Thomas Horgan and Mary Caroll's offspring had 30 children: -25 Horgans, 5 Slatterys</div><div>Daniel Horgan and Julia Evans offspring had 28 children: - 5 Slatterys and 23 Horgans</div><div><br /></div><div>Numbers and dates, interesting but somewhat boring. Thanks Andrew for visual idea.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am a descendant of John and Hanora Horgan. If you are a descendant of any of these 94 great grandchildren I would be delighted to hear from you.</div><div><div> </div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-25493458910944245192022-08-29T15:59:00.001+10:002022-08-31T17:12:36.983+10:00Celebrate Family History<div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZawk371-ZlmxGR3bR_ehCgc0bMc5H89TpPEFv7Uxq40oBwIIOkS-IktrIlIfGcTTtEho1j-zw2v1YMQETeBXHKfqcA9sekfXzM2kvJ0SgNmWEA3wWdYb0Mi0ZSYojF7MynBA5JoNlS2Au5n-DA814wQKmwE_CwWBtjpp3NlCuNEMGeL1UJNwBa8jTPA/s1920/Celebrate%20Family%20History.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="1920" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZawk371-ZlmxGR3bR_ehCgc0bMc5H89TpPEFv7Uxq40oBwIIOkS-IktrIlIfGcTTtEho1j-zw2v1YMQETeBXHKfqcA9sekfXzM2kvJ0SgNmWEA3wWdYb0Mi0ZSYojF7MynBA5JoNlS2Au5n-DA814wQKmwE_CwWBtjpp3NlCuNEMGeL1UJNwBa8jTPA/w640-h160/Celebrate%20Family%20History.png" width="640" /></a></div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A fourth blog post for the month of August 2022 as I participate in <a href="https://familytreefrog.blogspot.com/2022/08/nationalfamilyhistorymonth-blogging_28.html">Alex's challenge</a> to celebrate National Family History Month held annually in Australia in the month of August.</div><div><br /></div><div><i><b>Week 4 - Celebrate - tell us what you've achieved this month. What talk did you attend during #NationalFamilyHistoryMonth that you thought was brilliant or tell us about the discoveries you made?</b></i> </div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrate - to do something special, to commemorate an event or occasion</div><div><br /></div><div>I celebrate the fact that my ancestors made their long arduous journeys to this land and commemorate those occasions where I find evidence of their lives here. I participate in the enjoyable pursuit of family history to enrich my own life and record stories of our forbears for my children's children.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is fitting then to reflect on some family history events during the past month. So in no particular order a few things I have done this month :-</div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>Watched the inspiring <a href="https://familyhistorymonth.org.au/index.php/videos/video/nfhm-opening-ceremony-presentation">Opening ceremony talk</a> given by Larissa Behrendt</li><li>Attended the webinar <a href="https://vimeo.com/739896895">Using State Records Online</a> - South Australia</li><li>Thoroughly enjoyed the Society of Australian Genealogist's inspiring session <b>Do SOMETHING with your family history!</b></li><li>Written 2 family history stories<a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2022/08/an-august-gentleman-great-grand-uncle.html"> An August Gentleman</a> and From<a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2022/08/from-shankss-pony-to-airy-heights.html"> Shank's Pony to Airy Heights</a></li><li>Shared some tips for <a href="https://www.carmelgalvin.info/2022/08/scanning-tools-and-adding-text-to-photos.html">scanning and labelling photos</a></li><li>Presented a Zoom session for my local genealogy group on <b>Free Texts: Internet Archive and JSTOR for family history</b></li><li>Presented a session for our volunteers on Finding and Saving photos from our <b>Cooroy Rag photo collection</b></li><li>Attended an excellent session presented by Shauna Hicks in our local Noosaville library entitled <b>Why can't I find it?</b></li><li>Designed a business card for our local group and updated our new brochure with a QR code </li><li>Worked on rescanning old photos in our family collections</li></ul></div><div>There is always more to do, that's the joy of family history. We look for it, learn about it and learn from it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Celebrate family history!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_aeGFhuR8i3NruDjFNOTd4kBt92PtOxCZVS7_jhnb8VDzdQebfsC2Ex0CF5dyZ9su2_rjJm4PdFlR-ioSiivVRqmFQNx_v0MDzIOir7vBRmSEuODSjFHT4Jj-zkE5n-2ivBRAvv1mmPnWL8Lxkgmsv7J5xXlAOhpdxprs21l51WDgu9Mkn0at61Smg/s1004/1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="1004" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX_aeGFhuR8i3NruDjFNOTd4kBt92PtOxCZVS7_jhnb8VDzdQebfsC2Ex0CF5dyZ9su2_rjJm4PdFlR-ioSiivVRqmFQNx_v0MDzIOir7vBRmSEuODSjFHT4Jj-zkE5n-2ivBRAvv1mmPnWL8Lxkgmsv7J5xXlAOhpdxprs21l51WDgu9Mkn0at61Smg/s320/1.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbDeh3JQ3PBtX9IdBP3S3Fjhved0qLTbktGkftEJlQOOmOOdTo6lBQQLlacetdP6EjH0bQMb-pzRChMrjx6Ny2HFU4i0F1l5vxgXoT-x8o4cEsag74XqqzH-3zhLB37jcA1a9ngHEfNNIdWrEWpqy5dyci-JhVDr2cYBx3lojZZGpYzymIHytmbTrUw/s1004/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="590" data-original-width="1004" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbDeh3JQ3PBtX9IdBP3S3Fjhved0qLTbktGkftEJlQOOmOOdTo6lBQQLlacetdP6EjH0bQMb-pzRChMrjx6Ny2HFU4i0F1l5vxgXoT-x8o4cEsag74XqqzH-3zhLB37jcA1a9ngHEfNNIdWrEWpqy5dyci-JhVDr2cYBx3lojZZGpYzymIHytmbTrUw/s320/2.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-90285169638559499812022-08-14T13:07:00.003+10:002022-08-18T23:12:01.259+10:00From Shanks's Pony to Airy Heights<h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimIfErHu9o4ve5F7rvYQXbVifnNpVY6aYsTd1t3agshnVSQIRVn5cnUxDwHgF10YAKZJoQ2T7jJwcbA4IRf7Z-vhDOakA-SJijGQ3lZD7fCS3sOnhaPrXlTS6YyT88UaRD_UpLGKYZ_tXRoO_5SUkI4DggcdBmwIQxPIywfY7dn4eZgPFazAP_ZKDfA/s1280/shanks%20pony.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="1280" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimIfErHu9o4ve5F7rvYQXbVifnNpVY6aYsTd1t3agshnVSQIRVn5cnUxDwHgF10YAKZJoQ2T7jJwcbA4IRf7Z-vhDOakA-SJijGQ3lZD7fCS3sOnhaPrXlTS6YyT88UaRD_UpLGKYZ_tXRoO_5SUkI4DggcdBmwIQxPIywfY7dn4eZgPFazAP_ZKDfA/w400-h225/shanks%20pony.png" width="400" /></a></h2><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;"><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-size-adjust: auto;"><h2 style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Some Vehicles of Yesteryear</span></h2></span></div>“<i><b>he has ridden in a bullock dray, spring cart, the old Mass <a href="https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/shandrydan">shandrydan</a>, and the motor car; and daily witnessed the flight of men through the air as birds on the wing”</b></i> (1)<br /></span>Written in 1933 the passage above reflected the changes in modes of travel during the preceding 90 years of <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2022/08/an-august-gentleman-great-grand-uncle.html">David O'Leary</a>'s life.<div><br /></div><div>No doubt many of us through the years asked the question of our parents - "How will I get there?" to which their answer may have been "by Shanks's pony" implying that we had two good legs to walk the distance. We are lucky to have seen the developments in modes of travel that provide us with many easy options for reaching desired destinations.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>In my Father's times</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Looking through our family photos reveals the changes in modes of travel since my father was a boy. When he died in 1992 he had certainly seen and experienced many changes. He courted my mother travelling from Alma into Hamley Bridge via horse sulky. He was the proud owner of an early buckboard followed by a Buick and several generations of Holden cars. Farm vehicles changed from horses and carts to trucks, utes, tractors and motorised implements. </div><div>Below are some photos of the vehicles my father travelled in or worked with throughout his lifetime from 1908 - 1992. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>Travelling to Church on Sundays</b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0ZXM9vx-m9aJwpaK-zIiwre0WDZXvd8txzevzCVHzAOSe6dvSR1htF-U5WPRwvzLVT6PYkyrI1G_lSh_nydW3QwDgoHOmbj_usm4kK2pXeFxPSIT_5lM77v_kpTSmnbrp00vrKQWkcSkG1D_KAicg6pZNFGKTNevH_yd1hVYats7_E6cYMj3LM-atQ/s2575/SundayMorning.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2575" height="478" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy0ZXM9vx-m9aJwpaK-zIiwre0WDZXvd8txzevzCVHzAOSe6dvSR1htF-U5WPRwvzLVT6PYkyrI1G_lSh_nydW3QwDgoHOmbj_usm4kK2pXeFxPSIT_5lM77v_kpTSmnbrp00vrKQWkcSkG1D_KAicg6pZNFGKTNevH_yd1hVYats7_E6cYMj3LM-atQ/w640-h478/SundayMorning.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"The old Mass shandrydan"</td></tr></tbody></table>Later in his life my father, pictured here as a boy in about 1918, adapted wagon wheels for use as children's play equipment.<div><br /></div><div><div><b>Travelling to School</b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskki6e6nsb-ssuHp5l9hHUw1L8fCblnmT9pVl3MpAQfoX3Ptjoz5wz1fbCPVLoUl6Hrm0ia1AvYPi61_Wy-J9kr1hWqg5MoLG9lFq0DEY7lVpzvosNRVTDpLSS0gTYpkpyvOoXUyrdMHg6RmKWCnPzEWtcKOJtdZTi3lShkc9H4er0Emhb_k2P9q5xw/s991/HorganEdwardJohnONBeaver.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="813" data-original-width="991" height="526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgskki6e6nsb-ssuHp5l9hHUw1L8fCblnmT9pVl3MpAQfoX3Ptjoz5wz1fbCPVLoUl6Hrm0ia1AvYPi61_Wy-J9kr1hWqg5MoLG9lFq0DEY7lVpzvosNRVTDpLSS0gTYpkpyvOoXUyrdMHg6RmKWCnPzEWtcKOJtdZTi3lShkc9H4er0Emhb_k2P9q5xw/w640-h526/HorganEdwardJohnONBeaver.jpg" width="640" /></a></div>Edward John Horgan is listed on the Alma South school register as having attended there for 8 years from the beginning of 1914 until the end of 1921. The ride to school was about three miles.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><b>Moving around the farm</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy1-nG-X2oN5l1W5JbfFNA7ie6s_DOk6Qnrk11v3tpfy0DDs0C2PGjrdTlyzMZ8aGIkTHASO-KWcFIK6SyygNTJqG3vQZWKHFkh2KeRVJUryqzHrqONTvnxtxbjcVolg9UEG2Ik1h7FtxCMaKdbceCbZYxl5UbK1E9WyyqY3j2f-j-bYICEXK28WlAg/s2550/SCAN0486.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1458" data-original-width="2550" height="366" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyy1-nG-X2oN5l1W5JbfFNA7ie6s_DOk6Qnrk11v3tpfy0DDs0C2PGjrdTlyzMZ8aGIkTHASO-KWcFIK6SyygNTJqG3vQZWKHFkh2KeRVJUryqzHrqONTvnxtxbjcVolg9UEG2Ik1h7FtxCMaKdbceCbZYxl5UbK1E9WyyqY3j2f-j-bYICEXK28WlAg/w640-h366/SCAN0486.JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Andrew Horgan with sons Eddie and Joe atop a cart used to move the hay stooks from paddock to haystack, about 1937 on the Alma farm.</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><b>Owning a motorised vehicle</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>When my parents moved to Snowtown after the birth of their first child, a vehicle of their own was needed. Here is Dad looking very proud of his buckboard.</div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMU-0LXQkeZKrUo8rm0qYdFPC8x1S5Il05iAXirOXNKKhx16N05OSgblfuzzAN7MMyOMYhnL9gznR9jo1kdJTFeQPp59INsepfm4dH8yaXU5b1ppGZ7L6hfyeR4kHiJCFVpM3-4pa5oGIh6zaG8LVQydTZ3JxyqBcobDZHdKwO_HO9tyJWA_hD8CNtQ/s940/1939%20Ford%20@%20Snowtown.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="638" data-original-width="940" height="434" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMMU-0LXQkeZKrUo8rm0qYdFPC8x1S5Il05iAXirOXNKKhx16N05OSgblfuzzAN7MMyOMYhnL9gznR9jo1kdJTFeQPp59INsepfm4dH8yaXU5b1ppGZ7L6hfyeR4kHiJCFVpM3-4pa5oGIh6zaG8LVQydTZ3JxyqBcobDZHdKwO_HO9tyJWA_hD8CNtQ/w640-h434/1939%20Ford%20@%20Snowtown.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />After the death of his uncles, Jack and Tom Horgan, the young family now with two children, moved back to the Horgan family farm at Linwood.</div><div><br /></div><div><div>Here are some of his vehicles with my father pictured in each one.</div><div><br /></div><div>Notice this cart now has tyres rather than wagon wheels.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFBEwI2nKGClReujDh7a1rm6KBhMOm2ASzdmXQyHQV9M4XOwmKtQebyACb8H_srwCuXxWGfNkZLgyeFCy3DtjDrYhXuojSue7JcEi4rxoyLE6scsqDo9fc5uCglTTgp6mMfoKpZOuB89lZi6atMKLgdgGAuy-TLDXmBO-4zBAJAHYthSNXqsH94-9yw/s2468/SCAN0493%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1252" data-original-width="2468" height="324" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXFBEwI2nKGClReujDh7a1rm6KBhMOm2ASzdmXQyHQV9M4XOwmKtQebyACb8H_srwCuXxWGfNkZLgyeFCy3DtjDrYhXuojSue7JcEi4rxoyLE6scsqDo9fc5uCglTTgp6mMfoKpZOuB89lZi6atMKLgdgGAuy-TLDXmBO-4zBAJAHYthSNXqsH94-9yw/w640-h324/SCAN0493%20(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My mother wrote on the back "First load of bales and Eddie, Linwood"<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><div><b>Taking goods to market on trucks</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaI1EDRzxar2-SkGKwMUyw0NFZnuDbXRZxoBysQ1JbL0UnrHMWUe4XhoIwA1UUY1X38Gpoo_K18POtnDZQ3wbhUnLbtOKdkaWW3oO1IueqqMAO4UEUYOEVTzxcV9CkPPwaLS134UXIey2jzP6ysOUwgvveqKCNgmLQsp4V0wSkWOoebbpuzS-Ch0thvg/s2452/SCAN0478%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2452" height="357" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaI1EDRzxar2-SkGKwMUyw0NFZnuDbXRZxoBysQ1JbL0UnrHMWUe4XhoIwA1UUY1X38Gpoo_K18POtnDZQ3wbhUnLbtOKdkaWW3oO1IueqqMAO4UEUYOEVTzxcV9CkPPwaLS134UXIey2jzP6ysOUwgvveqKCNgmLQsp4V0wSkWOoebbpuzS-Ch0thvg/w640-h357/SCAN0478%20(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eddie Horgan c 1954</td></tr></tbody></table>Above: The Oldsmobile truck is loaded with bales of wool ready for the long slow drive to Adelaide. The trip down, unloading the bales and the trip back home took all day. </div><div><br /></div><div>A later photo with sheep on board</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Iom7W2SFRQLmUmn-Kx3B_KRwrFWmix_11nTo5YQPIAxUG0qqjFkxL3RGJ_4tRywMcwsBtGFli8Y1FkTfuVB5ch9Ig0gcYnCLrvZuCRzVAFwKRK12WK7ApL0thy9-kELEFuNN2zd-5XDFgQfylpbBE2JyohdMlNTMSSGAmiKZ86Qo1_U_XJrwbBdEqg/s2425/SCAN0418%20(2).JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1510" data-original-width="2425" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Iom7W2SFRQLmUmn-Kx3B_KRwrFWmix_11nTo5YQPIAxUG0qqjFkxL3RGJ_4tRywMcwsBtGFli8Y1FkTfuVB5ch9Ig0gcYnCLrvZuCRzVAFwKRK12WK7ApL0thy9-kELEFuNN2zd-5XDFgQfylpbBE2JyohdMlNTMSSGAmiKZ86Qo1_U_XJrwbBdEqg/w640-h398/SCAN0418%20(2).JPG" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eddie Horgan c1959 <br />photo taken from paddock across <br />the road from the newly built farmhouse</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>My parents depended on the income from the wool, sheep and grain as well as selling the cream from the cows and eggs from the fowls. It was a hard, busy life with seven children to be fed, dressed and educated. I do not have a photo of Dad with bags of wheat on the back of a truck, but that too was a common sight at the end of harvest in late December or early January.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHpnsrJoC5ZyE-iW7m7Hl-_A39LpQ7W9GdukP-q5TXSBnQSS9ztn0JIfAqnOPoLb21PJT1it6VEhToZpvsGy0_kDCNyEckJrikJpE0uzEo31a-b4rcZStsnxsDox2ZEOipQ0W4YlhVAKoBZwILmtiR0i5ZUdcBK-griS0yRLCxxMJ7KDB8P6aVsW20w/s1202/Buick%20@%20Linwood.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="749" data-original-width="1202" height="398" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFHpnsrJoC5ZyE-iW7m7Hl-_A39LpQ7W9GdukP-q5TXSBnQSS9ztn0JIfAqnOPoLb21PJT1it6VEhToZpvsGy0_kDCNyEckJrikJpE0uzEo31a-b4rcZStsnxsDox2ZEOipQ0W4YlhVAKoBZwILmtiR0i5ZUdcBK-griS0yRLCxxMJ7KDB8P6aVsW20w/w640-h398/Buick%20@%20Linwood.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dad with his Buick or is it a Chevrolet, the car we had before a range of Holdens</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In later years my parents travelled for pleasure by train, boat and aeroplane. One of my favourite travel stories was of their visit to St Peter's in Rome in 1979. My father a very devout Catholic always removed his hat at the back of whichever church they entered and placed it on a nearby table or chair to be retrieved at the end of Mass. This was always fine in the small country churches where nobody would take a farmer's hat. Yes, he removed his hat on entering St Peter's and must have deposited it carefully somewhere at the rear of the cathedral. He was surprised when his hat was no longer there on exiting.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><b>Creative use of old vehicle parts</b></div><div><b><br /></b><div>Here's some old wagon wheels Dad adapted to make a see-saw for his children.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjz-FM6jL19Mpm4Z6j7CN-_vBW0EDmAcyf3iH2ah-4Xb_ZyjAgEzmRx8UGWsVbuUtx73tJVpqEcO-ZsgDgRDUQeQ-AB08FL8qYWIGKYqSH3bhSexYCOCFAjM8lcLeySmF1T8hEbmT1r2VBZP2i-hKFS4ZPTNfm73YwwK5fJAcmC3wjzqHAKTTUgt63Q/s2048/SCAN0601%20(2)_Vivid_shr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1165" data-original-width="2048" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjz-FM6jL19Mpm4Z6j7CN-_vBW0EDmAcyf3iH2ah-4Xb_ZyjAgEzmRx8UGWsVbuUtx73tJVpqEcO-ZsgDgRDUQeQ-AB08FL8qYWIGKYqSH3bhSexYCOCFAjM8lcLeySmF1T8hEbmT1r2VBZP2i-hKFS4ZPTNfm73YwwK5fJAcmC3wjzqHAKTTUgt63Q/w640-h365/SCAN0601%20(2)_Vivid_shr.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My six siblings bumping up and down or perhaps posing for the photo<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">The stones at either side of the wheels were placed to prevent it from rolling away. I wonder if any of my siblings remember any "accidents" on this seesaw.</div></td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div><div>Another use of a wagon wheel, what we knew as our hurdy-gurdy.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFyfuaqNHuJ0Qb8x_pfBZ2AqM-HZiB9-VedE0kqgVW-bdTqGNjWOo_wsxRQCzDU14Un1KUWwrqvtQfU7C1vSu97B4rD3Uadol-gu4jZR47wDMSq9L9VsSjnLgsyNhpWxb62uc_0pdt3hHD_XgStlCpWGItlN1gBeL8rwsG6hvGxVVpYGcEH4y13W5dA/s2048/HurdyGurdy_Vivid_shr.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1183" data-original-width="2048" height="370" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSFyfuaqNHuJ0Qb8x_pfBZ2AqM-HZiB9-VedE0kqgVW-bdTqGNjWOo_wsxRQCzDU14Un1KUWwrqvtQfU7C1vSu97B4rD3Uadol-gu4jZR47wDMSq9L9VsSjnLgsyNhpWxb62uc_0pdt3hHD_XgStlCpWGItlN1gBeL8rwsG6hvGxVVpYGcEH4y13W5dA/w640-h370/HurdyGurdy_Vivid_shr.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My siblings and self, the youngest, on the old wagon wheel<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table>The iron frame surrounding the wooden wheel was hot on sunny days and one quickly learned to lift one's feet and hang on carefully to a wooden spoke before being spun around. Behind us is the maroon coloured fence with gates on three sides in the backyard of the old house. It kept us safe from the dangers of the farmyard and the nearby creek.</div><div><br /></div><div>My father's creative talent of putting old parts to new uses was handed down to his son and grandson who continue to work on the farm each day.</div><div><hr /></div><div><div><span style="font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">1. 1933 'A NONAGENARIAN COLONIST.', </span><i style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">Bunyip (Gawler, SA : 1863 - 1954)</i><span style="font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">, 29 September, p. 7. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, </span><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article9664921" style="font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article9664921</a></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-85506945509721001032022-08-08T11:09:00.009+10:002022-08-18T23:17:31.737+10:00An August Gentleman - a Great-Grand Uncle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hZNwqsc-mkVi74zYnGL2LjLyEBE8zNh-x78cqGlhZW_f7RkV6-9bk7HGRTKCJ_HQTAPu1ykVCOPUQfVZmXM-CSqUdmAmyRkBojsPu9HOL9tTHCqzJdIxkj0bfVq7CDsHvbepHmuj767wOEgXpD0Y-TAP_mraBPfc7pPyOEoIi7TBxReryUm-60GvzQ/s640/Dig%20Family%20History.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hZNwqsc-mkVi74zYnGL2LjLyEBE8zNh-x78cqGlhZW_f7RkV6-9bk7HGRTKCJ_HQTAPu1ykVCOPUQfVZmXM-CSqUdmAmyRkBojsPu9HOL9tTHCqzJdIxkj0bfVq7CDsHvbepHmuj767wOEgXpD0Y-TAP_mraBPfc7pPyOEoIi7TBxReryUm-60GvzQ/w400-h400/Dig%20Family%20History.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><b>August - National Family History Month</b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div>August - <i>Someone or something that is august is dignified and impressive</i></div><div><br /></div><div><b>David O'Leary</b> was a well liked and valued member of his community; more than 150 people attended a farewell evening for him in Tarlee in May 1896.</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Early years</h3><div>David was born in Thebarton, South Australia in 1843 to Andrew O'Leary and Catherine Burke. By 1849 his parents and their young family had moved to Para Plains, near Salisbury where they farmed for many years. Those were the days of horse drawn ploughs and there are several reports of David competing in ploughing competitions as a young boy with his father's horse and then as a 16 year old with his own horse.</div><div><br /></div><div>At age 29 in 1872, David acquired two blocks of land just south of Tarlee less than 2 miles from where his elder sister Hanora had been living since her 1863 marriage to John Horgan.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAa-pBiQJ6JYfTw76b1fbHOfzqS5YGTeErP963JC1OU4E7BZ165XRDAPtev_x9wWr7cdwDDzos2w7-ttiL9leDgO2goQDV1sLVzaLBqVGhRAFXLvHQ2H5ZgRF-RFiFVbUZ3FAbcLkGdNmDZWWy3TynYY20944rJFUBSMObbpQxQxN8SVPGbmphEsUPw/s398/hundredofLightblocks.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="345" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAa-pBiQJ6JYfTw76b1fbHOfzqS5YGTeErP963JC1OU4E7BZ165XRDAPtev_x9wWr7cdwDDzos2w7-ttiL9leDgO2goQDV1sLVzaLBqVGhRAFXLvHQ2H5ZgRF-RFiFVbUZ3FAbcLkGdNmDZWWy3TynYY20944rJFUBSMObbpQxQxN8SVPGbmphEsUPw/s320/hundredofLightblocks.png" width="277" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Blocks of land in the Hundred of Light, near Tarlee, SA</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>David and Mary Johanna Bannon married in November of 1874. Mary Johanna had been teaching in newly established Catholic schools prior to their marriage. Two children, Andrew and Ann Catherine were born to them in the next years. </div><div>Now well established in the district, David became a founding member of the local Agricultural Show Society in 1877.</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Tragedy strikes</h3><div>On returning from a shopping trip to Stockport in 1878, a <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2021/11/inquest-into-fatal-accident.html">tragic accident </a> took his wife a mere three and a half years after their marriage. The horse trap she was driving mounted an obstacle as she tried to turn a corner. She was thrown out. It appears that the panicked horse may have caused her deadly injuries. David was left with the two toddlers to care for. One imagines his sister Hanora Horgan who was nearby would have helped with the little ones even though she had a young family too. Perhaps Mary Ann his younger sister who was about 24 years old came to help. Mary Ann married just a year later in 1879 so David must have found other support. There is no evidence to suggest that he remarried.</div><div><br /></div><div>When his sister Hanora's husband John Horgan died after a short illness just a few years later in 1883; David was one of the executors of his will. </div><div><br /></div><div>In 1893 David became a founding member of the Tarlee Literary and Music Society.</div><div><br /></div><div>In 1895 an advertisement in the Adelaide Observer appeared offering his Tarlee farm for sale. David's parents had died and perhaps he wished to be nearer to his other siblings near Salisbury now that his children were young adults with their own lives to lead.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqeXTuUc8r6xv822Yga2csbMGfounRPUpM_MsS5-tM2fF6w_LigF4-_KKfVGBYEmUEdkc-rnBh7ISymKp-R06_wnTG6_Aehjnf6Mgs6JfUydDuH4bQlLGCTw8jJYw0AwF7pPf6TDselxOdVWzohDx-4u_SFg6RNPL6OIRjQyENq_LVIljJtZSmx26L7Q/s523/olearyfarm.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="523" data-original-width="453" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqeXTuUc8r6xv822Yga2csbMGfounRPUpM_MsS5-tM2fF6w_LigF4-_KKfVGBYEmUEdkc-rnBh7ISymKp-R06_wnTG6_Aehjnf6Mgs6JfUydDuH4bQlLGCTw8jJYw0AwF7pPf6TDselxOdVWzohDx-4u_SFg6RNPL6OIRjQyENq_LVIljJtZSmx26L7Q/w346-h400/olearyfarm.png" width="346" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">In the article below we are given some indication of the respect he had earned in the intervening years through his community involvement.</div><div><br /></div><div><div><b>Social to Mr D. O'Leary</b></div><div><br /></div><div><i>A farewell social and presentation was tendered Mr David O'Leary by his numerous friends at Tarlee and the surrounding district on Wednesday evening April 22.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>Mr O'Leary who is leaving for Salisbury, has resided in the district for nearly thirty years, and the committees of the various local institutions to which he belonged decided to co-operate for the purpose of recognising in a practical manner his numerous good qualities, and the active interest he had always taken in the welfare of the neighbourhood.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>About 150 ladies and gentlemen assembled in the Institute Hall to do honor to the departing guest, the chariman of the Agricultural society (Mr F. Gray) presiding.</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>The presentation took the form of a handsomely designed gold locket, bearing the following description:- "Presented to David O'Leary on his departure from Tarlee, April 22, 1896," and a purse of sovereigns.</i></div><div><i>Mr Jas. Edwards (president of the Institute) was called upon to make the presentation, and in his remarks made complimentary reference to Mr O'Leary's straightforward disposition.</i></div><div><i>the other speakers were the president of the Catholic Picnic Committee (Mr P. Hogan) and president of the Literary Society (Mr Jno. McInerney) who spoke on behalf of their respective bodies, and Messrs Jas. Doyle and D.G. Stribling.</i></div><div><i>Mr O'Leary feelingly replied.</i></div><div><br /></div></div><div>The article continues with descriptions of the musical and spoken recitations performed by various members of the community, concluding with: <i>The dance that followed terminated a most enjoyable evening.</i></div><div><br /><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlUufc6sgpvedn8xb1RwvnN_taZO5CBIJjJ6Z6VgGsVWrhTS2JPVK1LxqAEb3mxXpAeE7kTYdajIzKTud5tV2XAgq8lx-GLpTxyXBRKdQB6df0RI4IDBw3Eddw1xphiGFtQchU-ZnS6YhHYO28BoY9m1T_RHdIeGVEZIpFxbaZKgfladVTEpgzV0KXQ/s2460/OLearyDavid1896leavesTarlee.jpg" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2460" data-original-width="877" height="818" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlUufc6sgpvedn8xb1RwvnN_taZO5CBIJjJ6Z6VgGsVWrhTS2JPVK1LxqAEb3mxXpAeE7kTYdajIzKTud5tV2XAgq8lx-GLpTxyXBRKdQB6df0RI4IDBw3Eddw1xphiGFtQchU-ZnS6YhHYO28BoY9m1T_RHdIeGVEZIpFxbaZKgfladVTEpgzV0KXQ/w374-h818/OLearyDavid1896leavesTarlee.jpg" width="374" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">1896 'Country News.', </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">Southern Cross (Adelaide, SA : 1889 - 1954)</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: start;">,<br /> 1 May, p. 4. , viewed 29 Jul 2022, <br />http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article166349321</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><div><br /></div><div>Throughout David's following years in Salisbury he appears in many charitable donation lists in the newspapers supporting many worthwhile causes. But where was he living at this stage? A land sale in 1915 reveals that he had been farming north east of Salisbury for nearly 18 years.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRciH3MfeIYDIKGQ9JfSHo1PcH7mEZlNL7Z8aLFSHQj8m04dmLieBu8_pMV8fw2LvWmPQqY4TQQkINDyewNriaZuMkyW5fxPIVUXzyBUdygigDVgHOaQs_B2y3TbF786NpFSD4zi73AQsrjocf60eZZ3v7TgR750PFWoz5rg-a2hBkXtCCirJWa6DvQ/s507/salisburyland.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="323" data-original-width="507" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHRciH3MfeIYDIKGQ9JfSHo1PcH7mEZlNL7Z8aLFSHQj8m04dmLieBu8_pMV8fw2LvWmPQqY4TQQkINDyewNriaZuMkyW5fxPIVUXzyBUdygigDVgHOaQs_B2y3TbF786NpFSD4zi73AQsrjocf60eZZ3v7TgR750PFWoz5rg-a2hBkXtCCirJWa6DvQ/w400-h255/salisburyland.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div>David appears in the news again in 1926 at a farewell for the parish priest in Salisbury.</div><div><br /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>The presentation took the form of a well-filled wallet of notes, and was</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>made on behalf of the congregation by Mr. David O'Leary, the oldest member</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>of the parish, who was present at the laying of the foundation stone of St</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>Augustine's Church nearly 70 years ago.</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>He is the eldest son of the late Mr. Andrew O'Leary sen., who arrived in</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>the State in 1840, and with his bullocks, carted the first stones- for the erection</i></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div><i>of the church.</i></div></div></blockquote><p>On David's 88th birthday in 1931 an extensive article about his family in the <b>Out among the People</b> page of the Advertiser and Register includes the following tribute:</p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"><i>He is one of the few remaining links which connect us with the infant days of our state, and one who has won troops of friends by the integrity of his life and kindly charitable disposition.</i></p></blockquote><p>The articles published on his 90th birthday in 1933 wax lyrical about his character, his family and the changes David would have seen throughout his lifetime.</p><div>David died in 1937 and a lengthy obituary was published in the Southern Cross newspaper followed up by a similar article in the Advertiser.</div><div><br /></div><div>Indeed I regard David, brother of my great grandmother Hanora Horgan, as worthy of the title "An August Gentleman."</div><div><br /></div><div>Postscript: Blocks 38 and 45 are now owned and farmed by Hanora Horgan's gt-gt-grandson.</div><div><br /><hr /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">1926 'COUNTRY NEWS.', </span><i style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">Bunyip (Gawler, SA : 1863 - 1954)</i><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Source Serif Variable", serif; font-size: small;">, 12 February, p. 3. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article96639182">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article96639182</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Source Serif Variable, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Source Serif Variable, serif; font-size: x-small;">1931 'Out among the People', Advertiser and Register (Adelaide, SA : 1931), 10 September, p. 10. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article35683570">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article35683570</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1933 'A NONAGENARIAN COLONIST.', Bunyip (Gawler, SA : 1863 - 1954), 29 September, p. 7. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article96649217">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article96649217</a></span></div><div><span style="font-family: Source Serif Variable, serif; font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article35683570"><br /></a></span><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1933 'MR. DAVID O'LEARY', Southern Cross (Adelaide, SA : 1889 - 1954), 22 September, p. 17. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167698004">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167698004</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1937 'OBITUARY', Southern Cross (Adelaide, SA : 1889 - 1954), 15 October, p. 10. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167703748">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167703748</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1937 'Out among the People', The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1931 - 1954), 13 October, p. 25. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article36377955">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article36377955</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1938 'TARLEE.', Kapunda Herald (SA : 1878 - 1951), 16 September, p. 3. , viewed 08 Aug 2022, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article108405173">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article108405173</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-s9IJlMY0r82jBmEVaSE99XUSsfpLN2HF_qLZogdGpuVUY1kpzruKxR2O_61Ca3RohSq6fTE58_xDWx61UikJQqgqPaMo269au7nOqxikAvlIowqPYB_UXhHFhOlnTCHOC7jqIrJi3V_inQ2z4JKME3WZBnz58A89h8g82_ue7xJVIAgIr27QW99EQ/s398/hundredofLightblocks3.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="398" data-original-width="345" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0-s9IJlMY0r82jBmEVaSE99XUSsfpLN2HF_qLZogdGpuVUY1kpzruKxR2O_61Ca3RohSq6fTE58_xDWx61UikJQqgqPaMo269au7nOqxikAvlIowqPYB_UXhHFhOlnTCHOC7jqIrJi3V_inQ2z4JKME3WZBnz58A89h8g82_ue7xJVIAgIr27QW99EQ/s320/hundredofLightblocks3.jpg" width="277" /></a></div><br />crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-7252549902914157242022-07-11T15:49:00.002+10:002022-12-12T10:23:42.063+10:00Hannah's friends in Hamley Bridge<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnf-FdE2GBtMAxGBeQ7cYdcjvbITrkLuCZ5raXl2xCDSEU_o2EqPiMlFaQxbl93_BgWjPcD43UT1MlAyLijUj7YfChMGy0MitNUJvU3_4cUFM8BpUYdA9zw8U37DVUiYBvxhqzS6CCjoLVJbrnxlyzPdtJufxMTMWLubH2PkFqXlSGN4U3-y0L5VKCMw/s2707/young%20girls-Comparison.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2707" data-original-width="2000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnf-FdE2GBtMAxGBeQ7cYdcjvbITrkLuCZ5raXl2xCDSEU_o2EqPiMlFaQxbl93_BgWjPcD43UT1MlAyLijUj7YfChMGy0MitNUJvU3_4cUFM8BpUYdA9zw8U37DVUiYBvxhqzS6CCjoLVJbrnxlyzPdtJufxMTMWLubH2PkFqXlSGN4U3-y0L5VKCMw/w472-h640/young%20girls-Comparison.jpg" width="472" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><b>Back row L to R</b>: 1. Ollie Casaretto, 2. Monnie Cavanagh, 3. Kath Button, 4. Hannah O'Dea<br /><b>Front row L to R</b>: 5. Mary Doyle, 6. Grace O'Riley, 7. Jean Dudley and 8. Bridge Barry<br /><b>in the front</b>: 9. Nora Carrigg</td></tr></tbody></table><div><br /></div>This photo is from the O'Dea family album, South Australia which covers some years between 1907 - 1950.<div>The photo above would have been taken about 1922/23 when my mother Hannah O'Dea was 10 or 11 years old. She is in the back row on the far right. Perhaps these were classmates at the convent school that my mother attended in Hamley Bridge.</div><div>I uploaded this photo to MyHeritage and used the enhancement and colorisation tools to get some idea of how these girls may have looked one hundred years ago. The names under the photo have been transcribed as they were recorded below the photo in the album. </div><div> </div><div>Along with the photo enhancement above I also chose to download the enhanced photo of my mother's face, seen here below.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitl-D42_xi02UTNriqDaTeNufWPnQXrSbR4D_eX-ylK2vrwpke7BxHIcLFBnBd5KlNc4d6qSfF69Vl7aEN6BwQ4NfAgMIiB4XvwWQIWYQ9m5PtkcPzdgy6glXubeiDKLb4pw5sPHG9tZY89afWdLQlL6Zq8M4Sv-CNcanZtLtcriv1lOC_EdCWm_t8cw/s512/young%20girls-Hannah.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="512" data-original-width="512" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitl-D42_xi02UTNriqDaTeNufWPnQXrSbR4D_eX-ylK2vrwpke7BxHIcLFBnBd5KlNc4d6qSfF69Vl7aEN6BwQ4NfAgMIiB4XvwWQIWYQ9m5PtkcPzdgy6glXubeiDKLb4pw5sPHG9tZY89afWdLQlL6Zq8M4Sv-CNcanZtLtcriv1lOC_EdCWm_t8cw/s320/young%20girls-Hannah.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hannah O'Dea about 1922/23<br />face enhanced on MyHeritage</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Who were the girls?</h4><div>Given the location of Hamley Bridge, South Australia and the apparent similarity of one or two years in age, I have searched for some birth dates as listed below.</div><div><br /></div><div>1. <b>Olive Eileen Casaretto</b> - my mother's first cousin was born in Hamley Bridge on 1 July 1913 to Daniel Joseph Casaretto and Mary Olive Bennett</div><div>2. A <b>Margaret Monica Cavanagh</b> was born 4 May 1911 to William Patrick Cavanagh and Mary Margaret Flaherty in Quorn SA. </div><div>3. <b>Kathleen Marie Caroline Button</b> was born in Hamley Bridge on 11 Oct 1913 to George Theodore Button and Marie Theresa Sullivan</div><div>4. My mother <b>Hannah O'Dea </b>was born in Pinnaroo, SA on 17 April 1912. Her mother Georgina Bennett and family moved to Hamley Bridge in 1921 after the death of her father Patrick John O'Dea.</div><div>5. <b>Mary Doyle</b> <i>there are two possibilities here</i></div><div>i) Mary Doyle born in Hamley Bridge on 21st June 1913 to Thomas Laurence Doyle and Mary Cecelia Chambers OR</div><div>ii) Mary Cathrine Doyle born near Hamley Bridge to Edward Doyle and Eliza Ann Thompson on 21 August 1913</div><div>6. <b>Grace O'Riley</b> - Grace's parents were William Thomas O'Riley and Honor O'Brien. Her birth was recorded in Hamley Bridge on 20 June 1914</div><div>7. <b>Thelma Jean Dudley</b> was born in Hamley Bridge on 29 April 1914 to parents George Dudley and Bertha May Toppelmann.</div><div>8. <b>Bridget Maria Barry</b> was born to Johanna Ryan and Thomas Barry in Hamley Bridge on 7 September 1912.</div><div>9<b>. Honora Mary Carrigg</b> was born on 14 September 1915 to James Patrick Carrigg and Ellen Mary Comerford in Hamley Bridge.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nora Carrigg remained one of Mum's good friends and was a bridesmaid at her wedding in 1937.</div><div><br /></div><div>Do you recognise any of these girls?<br /><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-43966717170547795902022-06-01T16:18:00.001+10:002022-06-01T20:18:19.995+10:00Travelling in the Covid era<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NLlFJVQ5L-fEu73_Uhza7QYditF9Oi7heg9-i1kSTqdIt30XMGSqsid73xx4wgBMt--9A-jKJKSsrrAkw78FVZXRyrEFkgQ2Yi9dqV84rrcXB_pgZICcgha63TXMDqxjNvxMJ4R3T_1z5xuDLmV4jLHxdMp5slsXwGn5Vu1d-OxdywKyGKixjLx93Q/s1748/A%20long%20awaited%20journey.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Journey essentials, masks, tickets and apps" border="0" data-original-height="1240" data-original-width="1748" height="454" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NLlFJVQ5L-fEu73_Uhza7QYditF9Oi7heg9-i1kSTqdIt30XMGSqsid73xx4wgBMt--9A-jKJKSsrrAkw78FVZXRyrEFkgQ2Yi9dqV84rrcXB_pgZICcgha63TXMDqxjNvxMJ4R3T_1z5xuDLmV4jLHxdMp5slsXwGn5Vu1d-OxdywKyGKixjLx93Q/w640-h454/A%20long%20awaited%20journey.png" title="A long awaited journey" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Date: April 2022</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Destination</b>: United Kingdom departing from Brisbane, Queensland</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><b>Reason for travel:</b> Family visit, 3 years in the interval</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The covid pandemic has affected so many worldwide with the loss of so many lives that one can hardly complain about the curtailment of travel. Nevertheless, we were delighted at last to be able to visit our daughter and her family in the UK.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The Brisbane airport was quite deserted at the time of our departure, one thinks the days of the Australian airports as shopping malls may be at an end. Proof of vaccination is required for airline travel so the International vaccine certificate is best added to one's mobile device. Masks are mandatory and we added antiseptic wipes to carry on luggage. It is also a requirement to add the Australian Digital Passenger Declaration app to a mobile device before travelling overseas. This app from Department of Home Affairs, Border Force can only be completed 24 hours before one's return journey.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All necessary preparations in hand, we arrived in the UK about midday Saturday 2nd April after a relatively painless flight. The train from Gatwick to St Albans took a little longer than expected as it was held up for 10 mins along the way. What a delight to see the kids again! The now six year old grandson soon recovered from an initial bout of shyness to his usual exuberant self.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On the Sunday we went to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkhamsted_Castle">Berkhamstead</a>, to view the remains of the Norman castle and motte.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The steep ascent to the top provided some much needed exercise along with a great view.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN22ok_Ltl5QK8ejt-Rz2FeN9eZ6CzMKm0bAA8UVJWGlEij4u3e17-_3aqQ4cQmHYvRthxlGqIk9VSgTyHHbF28eKKGmQzt5hmPUXKBagWVkSxr7Bp5cN_TKxhSZCuCjhYsGa_-VZbqzlnIBo7kzCXT1EoTzYQtfcdt0pYU0HNlwffXFnAp-ScCrDk6g/s2000/Berkhamstead.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1600" data-original-width="2000" height="512" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN22ok_Ltl5QK8ejt-Rz2FeN9eZ6CzMKm0bAA8UVJWGlEij4u3e17-_3aqQ4cQmHYvRthxlGqIk9VSgTyHHbF28eKKGmQzt5hmPUXKBagWVkSxr7Bp5cN_TKxhSZCuCjhYsGa_-VZbqzlnIBo7kzCXT1EoTzYQtfcdt0pYU0HNlwffXFnAp-ScCrDk6g/w640-h512/Berkhamstead.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Berkhamsted</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">By Monday we had both picked up a nasty cold, all that isolation over the previous months not preparing us for the exposure to crowds and chilly weather Not a good start to our visit. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">An activity search for children enhanced our visit to the <a href="https://www.dehavillandmuseum.co.uk/">de Havilland Museum</a> on Tuesday 5th. This is situated only a short drive from St Albans. What fascinating history there was to explore. The story of the development of the Mosquito and subsequent de Havilland aircraft. We also had the chance to climb aboard a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/De_Havilland_Comet">Comet,</a> the world's first jet airliner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Our visit to Greenwich later in the week via train then riverboat was not so successful. It was a freezing cold day and the wind along the river was very strong. The interior of the <a href="https://www.rmg.co.uk/cutty-sark">Cutty Sark</a> was most interesting with tales of days gone by. Most of the grounds and buildings at Greenwich were closed due to filming of a follow up to the Bridgerton series. Film crews, wagons and horses, folks in period costumes with the filming of a funeral scene took up all of the forecourt so we limited our time there. Lunch in the cosy pub seemed the best option.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgO2IAHZMaji_nv_obV_Z7wp7k3g9soC8Q3MOWy63lRbVbN06TIZM9FfuJgB_na4YWFnu00TdRobqhfA-21rJwyRgVuZ_QwiKHpxRPZ7aYCObwK7CAkrDhbK6Svg2hXn5Tlo5QBqwYknxHqqyROChK_1YVeQxvb5yP1gweLAlahT_rOYy_BPPAu1XZVg/s600/A%20wild%20windy%20day%20at%20Greenwich.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img alt="Ferry to Greenwich and child on Cutty Sark" border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgO2IAHZMaji_nv_obV_Z7wp7k3g9soC8Q3MOWy63lRbVbN06TIZM9FfuJgB_na4YWFnu00TdRobqhfA-21rJwyRgVuZ_QwiKHpxRPZ7aYCObwK7CAkrDhbK6Svg2hXn5Tlo5QBqwYknxHqqyROChK_1YVeQxvb5yP1gweLAlahT_rOYy_BPPAu1XZVg/w640-h320/A%20wild%20windy%20day%20at%20Greenwich.png" title="Ferry to Greenwich and child on Cutty Sark" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A visit to Greenwich</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Later in the week at <a href="https://www.knebworthhouse.com/">Knebworth House</a> we walked through the impressive grounds and the dinosaur trail. The attraction of the large adventure playground with its fort and long slide was welcomed by the grandson.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZEFsPxYANnzXC4ZZ-Chtnj1OaAzMeK4mfL7WYJyYPIcRvAzHYJ27dg2Y9Dz8PYIvCRPORwzOvkoJo0DBVavUGUnSYrfla86yQeDdLgJRAIf7r7vNt7DP4sWHpbj8dW2-416RF0M5q-Y12fD9_Q4icq1fDmwTdq3mVf1T8V37FNktlQ8EX5By6j3c5A/s600/at%20Knebworth.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="600" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZEFsPxYANnzXC4ZZ-Chtnj1OaAzMeK4mfL7WYJyYPIcRvAzHYJ27dg2Y9Dz8PYIvCRPORwzOvkoJo0DBVavUGUnSYrfla86yQeDdLgJRAIf7r7vNt7DP4sWHpbj8dW2-416RF0M5q-Y12fD9_Q4icq1fDmwTdq3mVf1T8V37FNktlQ8EX5By6j3c5A/w640-h320/at%20Knebworth.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At Knebworth</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">A weekend exploration of Marlow with our daughter's husband and in-laws saw us enjoying a drink in the grounds of The Compleat Angler pub next to the Thames. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">In the second week of our stay, our son-in-law had taken leave, so on Monday we enjoyed a walk with him and our daughter through the Roman ruins at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Verulamium">Verulanium</a>. This is situated in St Albans not far from our accomodation. We then visited one of the many nearby pubs for lunch. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b>Tuesday12th April </b>: Alex drove us out to <a href="https://www.visitsaffronwalden.gov.uk/explore-saffron-walden/">Saffron Walden</a> in Essex through expansive fields and many cute villages along the way. We walked through the town and large gardens before settling in the Cafe Cou Cou tea house for the world's best sandwich. I had salmon and cream cheese absolutely overloaded on thick granary loaf with added lettuce and cucumber. We all agreed it was an excellent meal followed by a scone with raspberry jam and clotted cream. Needless to say we did not need an evening meal.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dIwzTx8QSUeUcZipl7KsPxAnOzJ8tazy2zLOk7xT_k7MYMnGVsLCT4YGzjA6Y5hYC4iWduDAnN_IrnW6yAtl7k-DouX37Rj3iCkAd2qGOpssgHGXl1St-IvctU8Jzg5RMLgQr5dehBjb2C2wGpbk8_87eW3HyE8Scl82r01fzf0l029ke7v7HW14uA/s4032/safrronmap.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1dIwzTx8QSUeUcZipl7KsPxAnOzJ8tazy2zLOk7xT_k7MYMnGVsLCT4YGzjA6Y5hYC4iWduDAnN_IrnW6yAtl7k-DouX37Rj3iCkAd2qGOpssgHGXl1St-IvctU8Jzg5RMLgQr5dehBjb2C2wGpbk8_87eW3HyE8Scl82r01fzf0l029ke7v7HW14uA/w640-h480/safrronmap.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3oz_iaFPpsXZdNlZK6aAGS99kvIkTskOKUT1q2D3pPn9mA1zms1iFEAFrfE3f_pVBPVTqEG-0evcdaIoR8eCxGPKIznhahoU68ds1YplbGnJWXIC8qYROexxIAcCuU7cgy8GS1z64OIQvW48wKdte-mHU8-1xKRQFlRVUkPE_ODcOjWDSb3JMaSgfA/s600/SaffronWalden.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3oz_iaFPpsXZdNlZK6aAGS99kvIkTskOKUT1q2D3pPn9mA1zms1iFEAFrfE3f_pVBPVTqEG-0evcdaIoR8eCxGPKIznhahoU68ds1YplbGnJWXIC8qYROexxIAcCuU7cgy8GS1z64OIQvW48wKdte-mHU8-1xKRQFlRVUkPE_ODcOjWDSb3JMaSgfA/w640-h640/SaffronWalden.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Buildings - Saffron Walden, Essex</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><b>Easter in Kent</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Good Friday - off to Whitstable. We had a pleasant journey south to Kent and arrived at about 11.30 am along with huge Easter crowds. The very narrow footpaths and alleyways required much manoeuvering past folks, but we were pleased with the warmer weather.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfejC23VjZ6DzXFxbdvR9a-59kVCnp9_hJoqfcJlZnPs9mQDnQjRLZ7qWAGDkN6hzvnoupzbhJ5IHUa_J5p0UbGt-0bKXjdXuZc-7rila_imwFQmonKYBMP7zMvg2sFAqN_QeCrMK3wel8ILPvqNgWza6daNd9WDLEVEf_xTs7PMPvZlCksJ36SzOiQ/s600/whitstable1.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAfejC23VjZ6DzXFxbdvR9a-59kVCnp9_hJoqfcJlZnPs9mQDnQjRLZ7qWAGDkN6hzvnoupzbhJ5IHUa_J5p0UbGt-0bKXjdXuZc-7rila_imwFQmonKYBMP7zMvg2sFAqN_QeCrMK3wel8ILPvqNgWza6daNd9WDLEVEf_xTs7PMPvZlCksJ36SzOiQ/w640-h640/whitstable1.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whitstable, Kent - Easter 2022</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After exploring the foreshore along with the in-laws dog, we checked into the small cottage for the next two nights.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">6 adults - parents and both sets of grandparents and grandson Nightmare stairs awaited our ascent to the bedrooms complete with gates to prevent accident falls. Up top to the attic assisted by a rope handrail were located 3 single beds. The two double rooms were on the first floor. Here both sets of grandparents found refuge. Much ducking of heads for the men in the stairwell. Chris decided the only safe way to descend was by going down backwards.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof9YCWP4WIk-WbNRhv69SEaGEKE7bU8Gm4BxZm2NasIm2-vMWvOgJYFw9AWWPJSwJ9xE-kAo47hUfLLdC0EI0xQbQbFi1rZxiwY5HwaQ-BAKbTR-YDKd6tZ3WgGGxxUWWmPtCIf9BXW2dkUPUgU5R5cLE8ocmgXVI4r22WflwmlFqPCpnAbqcrgohfg/s600/whitstable%20cottage.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="600" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgof9YCWP4WIk-WbNRhv69SEaGEKE7bU8Gm4BxZm2NasIm2-vMWvOgJYFw9AWWPJSwJ9xE-kAo47hUfLLdC0EI0xQbQbFi1rZxiwY5HwaQ-BAKbTR-YDKd6tZ3WgGGxxUWWmPtCIf9BXW2dkUPUgU5R5cLE8ocmgXVI4r22WflwmlFqPCpnAbqcrgohfg/w400-h400/whitstable%20cottage.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Whitstable cottage</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On the ground floor a cosy small lounge, kitchen with dining table and at the back of the building the bathroom. All settled and nibbles, tea and coffee were enjoyed in the back courtyard garden.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fish and chips were on the menu for the evening meal. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On Easter Saturday we had a feast of seafood at the famous Whitstable Oyster Restaurant, delicious! We travelled back to St Albans on Easter Sunday after a feast of chocolate.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We were sad to say farewell to our family on Easter Monday and arrived home tired but happy by Wednesday afternoon 19th April.</div></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-79524711511943095282022-03-31T12:44:00.000+10:002022-03-31T12:44:55.805+10:00The Last Parcel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFrtBjuuYgup1J1vF-h3LkHOcCq_j3p_sWS1Yj66Rx7nito1UvrFhPEab-k-TmGe1iF-DVgs8WlOrgz5N0Olo7yMiie-6ssN1QFSEf5URmLPwcd4ZrA3kJeTzuUs92mDxnjkyg678dUEdcpPfX-aEvd2JRmHJbJiMwjU2aZqWy5ORnDxJyk1Nr6ivbA/s617/last%20parcel1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="617" data-original-width="500" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFrtBjuuYgup1J1vF-h3LkHOcCq_j3p_sWS1Yj66Rx7nito1UvrFhPEab-k-TmGe1iF-DVgs8WlOrgz5N0Olo7yMiie-6ssN1QFSEf5URmLPwcd4ZrA3kJeTzuUs92mDxnjkyg678dUEdcpPfX-aEvd2JRmHJbJiMwjU2aZqWy5ORnDxJyk1Nr6ivbA/w324-h400/last%20parcel1.jpg" width="324" /></a></div><h2 style="text-align: left;">Long ago and far away</h2><div>A standing joke in our family since 2001 has been the use of this wrapping paper and today finally sees the end of the roll.</div><div><br /></div><div>The wrapping paper roll, many metres of it, was bought in our Paris days when I was constantly wrapping gifts to take to official functions or visits to other Defence Attaches' homes.</div><div><br /></div><div>The roll returned to Australia with us in 2001 and has since wrapped presents for family members on birthdays and multiple other occasions. Snippets have also accompanied greeting cards when loved ones were too far away for posted presents.</div><div><br /></div><div>So we come to the end of an era, the end of the roll, the last parcel has been wrapped in this paper.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-7596860239015047232022-02-22T09:00:00.000+10:002022-02-22T09:00:00.177+10:00In Pinkerton Plains<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefWcZf66enDQZAtV1QxB3FZAWcWCEuoG_kKbzdPXi8IQLFsQ09kd1hfYS0ldqwVn0jNcFtFZ5HeqV_ds3PKoUnNdsXzlCdMLc4mZWElcWIUdN79jKV1rkEpC_mxJurWeCaCY8-tX1g_1b/s626/plaque+at+Pinkerton+Plains.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="626" height="323" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjefWcZf66enDQZAtV1QxB3FZAWcWCEuoG_kKbzdPXi8IQLFsQ09kd1hfYS0ldqwVn0jNcFtFZ5HeqV_ds3PKoUnNdsXzlCdMLc4mZWElcWIUdN79jKV1rkEpC_mxJurWeCaCY8-tX1g_1b/w400-h323/plaque+at+Pinkerton+Plains.png" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>In a quiet corner on a dusty road lies the <a href="https://goo.gl/maps/mxis5mmBUqm6A6i7A">cemetery of Pinkerton Plains</a> in rural South Australia. This plaque commemorating the St Benedict's Church which stood there from 1866 - 1919 is near the entrance to the cemetery. Here the Catholic community surrounding the area worshipped and buried their dead.</div><div><br /></div><div>My family's first connection with the church and graveyard occurred when the Rev. John Smyth, Great-grandfather Edward Smyth's brother, laid the foundation stone for the church.</div><div><blockquote>St. Benedict's Church, Light.—A correspondent sends the following:—"On Sunday, 24th instant, the foundation-stone of St Benedict's Church, near the junction of the Light and Gilbert, was laid by the Very Rev. John Smyth, assisted by the Rev. Frederick Byrne. </blockquote><blockquote>Four acres of land, on which the new church will be built, were presented and conveyed by Mr. Gerald Fitzgerald, of Salisbury, to the Trustees of the Catholic Church. From an early hour on Sunday morning persons on foot, on horseback, and in vehicles of various descriptions were arriving at the site of the proposed church, many of whom came from a considerable distance. At half-past 10 o'clock a.m. mass was celebrated in a spacious tent erected on the ground, after which the rev. gentle men proceeded to perform the ceremony of laying the first stone of a church in the manner prescribed by the Roman ritual. The Very Rev. John Smyth then preached the sermon, taking for his text 1 Esdras, 3rd chapter, 10th to 13th verses, at the conclusion of which the handsome sum of £104 4s. was laid on the stone. </blockquote><blockquote>Although the morning and the previous evening were rather boisterous, there could not have been fewer than 300 persons present. The church, which will be in the Gothic style, will be 50 feet by 25 in the clear, and 18 feet high from the floor line. There will be a handsome porch in front, and the vestry will be so situated as to be easily converted into a sanctuary whenever the present building may become too small for the congregation." 1. <br /></blockquote></div><div>In subsequent years, many appeals for funds appeared in the newspapers. Grand Bazaars and a Christmas Champetre (an outdoor festival with entertainment) and picnic days with sports were amongst the fundraising efforts.</div><div>The church is long gone having been replaced by the<a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article167029362"> new Catholic church in Hamley Bridge</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>When I visited the cemetery with my brother in 2017 to view the graves of relatives buried there, many old gravestones were crumbling and some were no longer to be seen. Further family history investigations since that time have revealed a great many relatives buried there. </div><div><br /></div><div>While many burial records appear to have been lost, the <a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/list/157744">Pinkerton Plains funeral records in Trove</a> provide evidence of at least 162 burials dated from 1869 until 1954. The first burial mentioned in the newspapers of the day was that of David Barry in 1869. (2) Gerald Fitzgerald who donated the land was buried there a few years later in 1877 (3)</div><div>There are more recent burials too, but this post concentrates on those of relatives' burials recorded in Trove.</div><div><br /></div><div>The surnames Smyth, O'Dea, and Kain occur repeatedly through these funeral records in Trove. There are no O'Dea headstones to be found in the cemetery so the position of their graves is unknown.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>The Trove recorded Smyth family burials at Pinkerton Plains</i></div><div><br /></div><div><div>1879 Mary Christina Smyth - 16 yr old daughter of Smyth gt grandparents</div><div>1901 Edward Smyth - gt -grandfather (paternal)</div><div>1907 Mrs Margaret Smyth (nee Byrne) gt-grandmother</div><div>1908 Thomas Smyth - brother of gt-grandfather</div><div>1919 John Smyth - son of James and Catherine</div><div>1920 James Smyth - brother of gt-grandfather</div><div>1923 Catherine Smyth - wife of James</div></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfIycLsv0NzpeIPtBuUL8_7DavIpFKNeYJUoGD4hlon2iXdkTlLYY02wXqYaZ7h-SyIlsi0WimzBBmDbPdqFDnyGbff3YBwpdSZVUYr5Ph95_cgsZ0cTZxkEGKKYjC9zmTyvXB8YwsQzJ/s709/edward.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="709" data-original-width="466" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWfIycLsv0NzpeIPtBuUL8_7DavIpFKNeYJUoGD4hlon2iXdkTlLYY02wXqYaZ7h-SyIlsi0WimzBBmDbPdqFDnyGbff3YBwpdSZVUYr5Ph95_cgsZ0cTZxkEGKKYjC9zmTyvXB8YwsQzJ/w263-h400/edward.png" width="263" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tombstone of Gt-grandparents Edward and Margaret Smyth <br />and daughter Mary Christina<br />Pinkerton Plains Cemetery</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><br /><div><i>The Trove recorded O'Dea family burials at Pinkerton Plains no headstones or markers</i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div>1922 John O'Dea - gt grandfather (maternal)</div><div>1929 Mrs Maria O'Dea - gt grandmother</div><div>1930 John O'Dea</div></div><div><br /></div><div><i>A few of the Trove recorded related Kain family burials.</i> </div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><div>1897 Martin Kain - father of Colman</div><div>1928 Miss Maria (Queenie) Kain - daughter of Colman and Bridget </div><div>1932 Colman Kain - married to Bridget O'Dea (daughter of John and Maria)</div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Lists</h4></div><div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><a href="https://trove.nla.gov.au/list/157744">Pinkerton Plains funeral notices and obituaries in Trove 1869 -1954</a> compiled by CGalvin</li><li><a href="http://www.australiancemeteries.com.au/sa/light/pinkertonplnsdata.htm">Pinkerton Plains R/C Cemetery</a> Photos by Peter Applebee 2004 Data compiled by Julie N 2006</li><li><a href="http://www.ozburials.com/CemsSA/pinkertonplains.htm">Pinkerton Plains Cemetery</a> Transcribed by Lorraine Larment from photographs taken by Marylin and Steve Jones</li></ul></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">1. 1865 'PORT ADELAIDE: WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 27.', Adelaide Observer (SA : 1843 - 1904), 30 September, p. 5. , <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article159498126">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article159498126</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">2. 1869 'Latest News.', Evening Journal (Adelaide, SA : 1869 - 1912), 8 February, p. 2. (LATE EDITION), <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196724715">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article196724715</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: x-small;">3. 1877 'HAMLEY BRIDGE, AUGUST 7.', The South Australian Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1858 - 1889), 11 August, p. 7. <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article33752018">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article33752018</a></span></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-17221746749214708922022-02-20T09:03:00.000+10:002022-02-20T09:03:50.937+10:00Seven days away<h3 style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Agnes and beyond</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT__zeMWx9egK-RQNJLzFlspYnA6cPZYq58fjT5VCBJoquAqFwEJtzbfsycg8u0N4fdYK79Y2ln-CvYgaPohl1dwE_64d1bOP7u5XHkn1sFHVYLr39lFQjQ6QKlNNkbk797dKQFhfmDrWOeX2ho_MhxRaATylx-6mBLP0UWEfvorkjlFEHtIrsIZO9hw=s341" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="341" data-original-width="332" height="320" id="id_c3a8_365f_4792_3147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiT__zeMWx9egK-RQNJLzFlspYnA6cPZYq58fjT5VCBJoquAqFwEJtzbfsycg8u0N4fdYK79Y2ln-CvYgaPohl1dwE_64d1bOP7u5XHkn1sFHVYLr39lFQjQ6QKlNNkbk797dKQFhfmDrWOeX2ho_MhxRaATylx-6mBLP0UWEfvorkjlFEHtIrsIZO9hw=s320" style="height: auto; width: 312px;" width="312" /></a></div><br /><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>"To market to market to buy a fat pig</b></i><span style="text-align: left;"> </span></div></div></blockquote><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b>Home again, home again, jiggity jig"</b></i></div></div></blockquote><div><div><br /></div><div>Such is the nursery rhyme I remember from childhood but no pigs were bought on this trip. A round road trip of seven days earlier in February reminded me of how much one appreciates returning to one's own home wherever that may be.</div><div><br /></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Home to Agnes Water 370 km</h4><div>After many months at home we headed north on a very hot day with frozen water bottles, a cold chicken, thermos and coffee plunger, along with quantities of food in eskies and a variety of utensils packed by my very organised husband.</div><div>At Childers Historical Village very keen volunteers showed us around. It was their first day open after a Christmas break and covid restrictions. My earlier <a href="https://earlieryears.blogspot.com/2022/02/reading-and-school-days.html">school days post</a> mentions this visit.</div><div>It was a relief to return to the air-conditioned car as we ventured further north. The country was looking splendid after recent rains.</div><div><br /></div><div>On arrival at <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Agnes_Water,_Queensland">Agnes Water</a>, Sandcastles resort, we faced 3 flights of stairs with suitcases, eskies, beach gear and more, but were rewarded with a comfortable fully equipped apartment set back just a short walk through to the beach.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_a70e_6641_590f_167a" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1A12u9ABKr9rKpzb7bVQ3gYzKNtqq9HisDuCAnQMuqXAA21HBXparh5qurTAua1tcDIDUZC0qj9ImHf3j7BM6RXb9FsMUzzgpJ8Pb67Y67_XuIwArHGfnDYrqVbvhKyafXO_8XNXzDgXt-ejkYAnzbF4HtlrAHw_y59dS6ZBj02JpzcS8gUt6ORmBVw=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" id="id_a2bb_dde8_dfa0_59e1" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg1A12u9ABKr9rKpzb7bVQ3gYzKNtqq9HisDuCAnQMuqXAA21HBXparh5qurTAua1tcDIDUZC0qj9ImHf3j7BM6RXb9FsMUzzgpJ8Pb67Y67_XuIwArHGfnDYrqVbvhKyafXO_8XNXzDgXt-ejkYAnzbF4HtlrAHw_y59dS6ZBj02JpzcS8gUt6ORmBVw=w300-h400" style="height: auto; width: 300px;" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of 2 small creeks between Sandcastles and the beach<br /> Quiet before rain from the bridge - Agnes Water</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>For the next three days, we enjoyed the beach and swimming in a sea that was pleasantly warm. None of that icy water feeling when plunging in. </div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_6209_b8db_1fb1_4a69" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOhurwJ3_8BPwixKSP5E8xeWtsRfTsuHbApbD6_DRtdoQQkvQvddXy8vzVYLFVgpUyFNFdVS38F2R3BiixTwME27M3hOqsc9x0Lssa9HR_ogJ09YYowEtvfTtxZ-VLNgwRPi1ff2Yzs7JcTw3b2on4OiixVcclrdHaqk78SiyPSPAGkG-0sYZgKkf63Q=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" id="id_78c2_49e3_204e_314c" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOhurwJ3_8BPwixKSP5E8xeWtsRfTsuHbApbD6_DRtdoQQkvQvddXy8vzVYLFVgpUyFNFdVS38F2R3BiixTwME27M3hOqsc9x0Lssa9HR_ogJ09YYowEtvfTtxZ-VLNgwRPi1ff2Yzs7JcTw3b2on4OiixVcclrdHaqk78SiyPSPAGkG-0sYZgKkf63Q=w400-h300" style="height: auto; width: 400px;" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Agnes Water beach Feb. 2022</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>We also drove through new estates of houses and apartments, had a drink in the bar overlooking the water at <a href="https://www.discoverqueensland.com.au/travel-blog/guide/your-guide-to-agnes-waters-and-the-town-of-1770.htm">Seventeen Seventy</a> while watching a rain squall approaching. People were few and far between and in this case we were the only patrons in the bar when we left at 6.30 pm.</div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Rockhampton and surrounds</h4><div>On day 5 our drive to Rockhampton took us back out to the A1 through Miriam Vale bypassing Gladstone to Rockhampton. Evidence of floods just a few weeks prior could be seen on the roadside where debris was gathered in creeks and near bridges. Cattle up to their haunches in huge paddocks of grass certainly required no hand feeding at this time of year.</div><div><br /></div><div>After settling into our comfortable accommodation overlooking the river, we took a walk along the Quay, viewing some stately buildings from earlier years.</div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Landmark hotels</h4><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_b9f0_b990_a2c0_e4eb" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYaSMBpjzjsBhMQi2mctB8J0k2mRFIw89ePPYgWt3tZ_7VflW6zcN7shXWfhO0UNTtqEkkYKOWsgHMs5BsX6gTe4xkbele1F35kYt5ptEP0LtrCMHoToZSJSo3v0XzTvXCfSLIRfZ5uMR1k2obsE8M6AVZ9kVxD9p8rRl5XSNh_gVd6imc1TdXRVR--g=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2352" data-original-width="4032" height="234" id="id_26ec_1981_b67e_5b31" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiYaSMBpjzjsBhMQi2mctB8J0k2mRFIw89ePPYgWt3tZ_7VflW6zcN7shXWfhO0UNTtqEkkYKOWsgHMs5BsX6gTe4xkbele1F35kYt5ptEP0LtrCMHoToZSJSo3v0XzTvXCfSLIRfZ5uMR1k2obsE8M6AVZ9kVxD9p8rRl5XSNh_gVd6imc1TdXRVR--g=w400-h234" style="height: auto; width: 400px;" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Heritage Hotel, Rockhampton</td></tr></tbody></table>Unfortunately, this magnificent building was not open during our short stay.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_b08_663a_3095_18b1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHOcLD1WdDyTMCcOpUzNfJwEwkQ83I772xUOEl0m3n6-zylspatrdlHODjTVUHuAFV4OJ3xUtn-O8sfY6cgQYxHS2TTioB1e0A598UH7WGpOQK43T6rtXIFRImjru5uHpXlB0NyM8titHEE2RfRmCsstGq_6Y8t7n1CrMCgBLEOqLWtZW12l6FSPaWqQ=s3263" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3263" data-original-width="3023" height="400" id="id_4b13_d912_3dec_760a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjHOcLD1WdDyTMCcOpUzNfJwEwkQ83I772xUOEl0m3n6-zylspatrdlHODjTVUHuAFV4OJ3xUtn-O8sfY6cgQYxHS2TTioB1e0A598UH7WGpOQK43T6rtXIFRImjru5uHpXlB0NyM8titHEE2RfRmCsstGq_6Y8t7n1CrMCgBLEOqLWtZW12l6FSPaWqQ=w370-h400" style="height: auto; width: 370px;" width="370" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Criterion, Rockhampton</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>The Bush Inn was built on this site in 1856 and the plaque outside this building tells more of its history.<div>Inside there are wonderful historic photos of owners and events throughout the years. </div><div><br /></div><div>In the context of current political times and the Covid pandemic, we enjoyed reading about the two irate State politicians, who were locked up in the hotel for several weeks when a waiter was diagnosed with bubonic plague in 1900. The authorities had placed a quarantine order on the premises. Oh dear, poor pollies!</div><div><br /></div><div>The Criterion served as the headquarters of General Eichelberger during the Second World War. He commanded over 70 000 American troops stationed in the region. Scroll down on the Criterion's site to read more of <a href="https://thecriterion.com.au/">Criterion Hotel History</a></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Emu Park, Yeppoon, Mt Archer, and the Botanic Gardens</h4><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_87c0_213e_28ae_37e3" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXa9r6EhLmRB9dgtFSlQjcUgHyuT6KWLqRkHCa6vPmXephFryYbTshUe44q_6UMgD9wkoI4mheqYdYdSgbAoXenUHT3xxqBFU-2dD1l7cx8q6N8ABTs-3ASwWnphHapoabMhFbJCgEgV2rerTGQS3oDpp8W5AXe6ah-nr1OhrwYeoE-WlFNBesp50zbw=s399" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="334" data-original-width="399" height="335" id="id_258f_86a4_6205_1d02" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiXa9r6EhLmRB9dgtFSlQjcUgHyuT6KWLqRkHCa6vPmXephFryYbTshUe44q_6UMgD9wkoI4mheqYdYdSgbAoXenUHT3xxqBFU-2dD1l7cx8q6N8ABTs-3ASwWnphHapoabMhFbJCgEgV2rerTGQS3oDpp8W5AXe6ah-nr1OhrwYeoE-WlFNBesp50zbw=w400-h335" style="height: auto; width: 400px;" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emu Park, War Memorial</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div><div>Our drive the next day was full of surprises. A short distance out to Emu Park on the coast revealed a small community-minded, very well-kept beach town. . An impressive display in the War Memorial pavilion near the memorial, has large posters commemorating those from central Queensland who served in various wars. Large photos and biographies cover the walls. The Centenary of ANZAC Memorial Walk along the cliff edge has posts detailing individual battles. If you visit central Queensland this is well worth a visit.</div><div><br /></div><div>We travelled on to Yeppoon via the coastal road and popped in to look at the Keppel Bay Marina along the way. The Yeppoon foreshore built with post-cyclone money boasts a wide range of family-friendly facilities including a water park, multiple shaded picnic and play areas.</div><div>Many may remember the 1970s debacle of the Iwasaki proposal to establish a private beach. We drove out the 4 lane highway leading to what was once a premier resort, now in a sad state of neglect. Still owned by the family, there are now plans afoot for its refurbishment but we were shepherded away from the boom gate.</div><div><br /></div><div>Back to Rockhampton and a visit to <a href="https://www.explorerockhampton.com.au/Explore/National-Parks/Mount-Archer-National-Park">Mt Archer</a> awaited. After the twists and turns of Pilbeam Drive that took us to the top, 604m above sea level, we were rewarded with magnificent 360-degree views of Rockhampton and its surrounding areas. Phone photos do little justice to the excellent work atop the mountain in Fraser Park and the establishment of this walkway. The Fitzroy River far below shows as a small brown ribbon of water. The walkway took us on a circular path past multiple grass trees and other native fauna and flora in this peaceful setting.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_d9f3_fad3_5c92_3dae" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFfoMycJL993ld5rFTTCy6AXwI83WAUa1uvPyvcNWm06gojS4QJINFaSS7iA9EPQzxx_jAGBXKc2K3us7d6zu8DP6nqVomPxN0rDfN-Whj6yo9ccqAUm4UEBWa9Lmdb-iLsfrlfJBYXcraSbxlFyi49G3R7C0M9T-zRW5Us5APrNITsFlU3yC4gqiJ8Q=s4032" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" id="id_317c_41e_c51b_2e64" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgFfoMycJL993ld5rFTTCy6AXwI83WAUa1uvPyvcNWm06gojS4QJINFaSS7iA9EPQzxx_jAGBXKc2K3us7d6zu8DP6nqVomPxN0rDfN-Whj6yo9ccqAUm4UEBWa9Lmdb-iLsfrlfJBYXcraSbxlFyi49G3R7C0M9T-zRW5Us5APrNITsFlU3yC4gqiJ8Q=w300-h400" style="height: auto; width: 300px;" width="300" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Walkway, Mt Archer, Rockhampton<br /><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" id="id_7f46_6c57_4846_fe97" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizhJMedRq8SBnPCqMsjNWgGB6tIQUTAtFMxbm2DJCx5TBApwV2A482G4AsMC58A7RiPDkN8lh0wV4jZAwB-7PD1MRFPbkqwIY9l-viRyx9jqMjsq7aKxFhou4RNoDP5SiHGe5idA4BDc6c_pfEHZhTdvmvenfskGXSKIlQlGltTnKjLNcm2t6dOV7yTA=s3024" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2211" data-original-width="3024" height="293" id="id_ff3f_3f4f_a724_fce2" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEizhJMedRq8SBnPCqMsjNWgGB6tIQUTAtFMxbm2DJCx5TBApwV2A482G4AsMC58A7RiPDkN8lh0wV4jZAwB-7PD1MRFPbkqwIY9l-viRyx9jqMjsq7aKxFhou4RNoDP5SiHGe5idA4BDc6c_pfEHZhTdvmvenfskGXSKIlQlGltTnKjLNcm2t6dOV7yTA=w400-h293" style="height: auto; width: 400px;" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Grasstrees on Mt Archer, Fitzroy River far below - Rockhampton</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Across town, to the <a href="https://www.rockhamptonregion.qld.gov.au/FacilitiesRecreation/Parks-Gardens-and-Recreation/Rockhampton-Botanic-Gardens">Botanic Gardens</a>, we passed the large private boarding schools and their accommodation which have catered to many country families throughout the years. Huge trees planted by early curators can be seen throughout the Botanic gardens, but we took care not to sit under those inhabited by the fruit bats.</div><div><h4 style="text-align: left;">Mt Morgan - Munduberra</h4><div><div>On leaving Rockhampton the next day we travelled out to <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Morgan,_Queensland">Mt Morgan</a> the former gold mining capital. I was glad once more that my husband chose to drive that stretch up the winding mountain road. An excellent history of the town can be found on each of <a href="https://www.mountmorgan.org.au/History">these pages</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>We turned down the Burnett Highway and as neither of us had been to <a href="https://www.outbackqueensland.com.au/town/biloela/">Biloela </a>previously we were pleasantly surprised to see the centre of the modern prosperous town which accommodates a variety of very substantial businesses. Huge paddocks and crops of sorghum and mung beans were evident through this region of the Banana Shire.</div><div><br /></div><div>A detour to <a href="https://parks.des.qld.gov.au/parks/cania-gorge/about">Cania Gorge</a> southeast of Biloela revealed spectacular cliffs on either side of the road with some very contented cattle foraging wherever they pleased in spite of the cattle grids along the road.</div><div> </div><div><div><div>After lunch and refreshments in <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monto,_Queensland">Monto</a> cafe, we arrived in Munduberra in the late afternoon, about 347 km from Rockhampton. This scenic drive through the fertile farmlands of the Upper Burnett had us puzzled as to some of the crops grown. The area is renowned for its variety of fruits with the area around Munduberra producing citrus fruits, table grapes, avocados, lychees, pecans and some of the largest mango trees I have ever seen. <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mundubbera">Munduberra</a> is also the home of the Big Mandarin. </div><div><br /></div><div>Day 8 Munduberra to home 250 km through Ban Ban Springs, Tansey, Kilkivan and Gympie.</div><div>Some one-lane bitumen reminded us of country Queensland roads when we lived here in the 1970s. These are always a challenge when traffic approaches from other direction, and one needs to scoot over halfway onto the gravel.</div><div><br /></div><div><i style="text-align: center;"><b>Home again, home again, jiggity jig</b></i></div><div><i style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></i></div><div><span style="text-align: center;">The easy stretch from Gympie to home was mine to drive. Unpack, wash and relax. A pleasant journey of around 1350 km with the best of company. </span></div><div><br /></div></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin</div></div></div></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-89705094249960184492022-02-02T21:41:00.001+10:002022-02-02T21:42:00.958+10:00Reading and school daysThe new school year in Australia generally starts in late January or early February and this week two grandchildren have started at a new school due to a house move. Thinking back on school days my husband and I were today reminded of days gone by when we visited the <a href="https://www.isisdistricthistoricalsociety.com.au/historical-complex/" id="id_fa44_3562_37f8_b6ab">Childers Historical Complex</a>.<div><br></div><div>Here’s some gems from their old school room. Its quite a different scene to today’s classroom even with some of the things here from mixed periods.</div><div>This building was the former Isis Central Mill State School and it contains a wealth of memorabilia.</div><div>The long desks with a slot for a slate have an open shelf underneath. My husband remembers these desks and I certainly sat on something similarly hard and uncomfortable in the small 2 teacher school I attended.</div><div><br></div><div><img id="id_cf9c_4d1f_b7aa_71ef" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/mYxmk8wH6R0Tw8jwS483HliKwQ9pST0RNxEFrNfr1hHa-YddazeTlY1sfZVxw2FK40A" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">When learning to read, Dick and Dora appeared in early learners’ classrooms.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">I remember these books.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);">Thank goodness our grandchildren now have access to a wonderful wide range of books and Dora and her friends are just memories for their grandparents.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span></div><div><br></div><div><br><br><img id="id_30dd_c681_5519_50c1" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/Quamu5Mr6LWu4SrV5var0YxJnP11hfjrBXO-iwEBdwJ26lzVYGuuwuV3eaK6OXVOAkE" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><br><br><img id="id_9248_6a9a_2354_b331" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/rcBiPSUPA3ZSI4xvPjAn1n33-VGzTIqVNZm0nUrMQvqzyEb3pW_mUGzBNxc5YlvEIg8" alt="" title="" tooltip="" style="width: 746px; height: auto;"><br><br><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0);"><br></span>Did you read Dick and Dora books at school?<br><br></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-110731158981044492022-01-10T22:21:00.010+10:002022-01-11T09:54:21.255+10:00Family update 2022<h2 style="text-align: left;">My Parents' 76 Descendants</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioHRre4I3fWAe8ou6Kzpvyw5zYDMmhiP8_QFlR_wbFWRcQmXhKc43-K3VgFoa9OYmRBLjdCVnjMIKIz9IA94Heb-0uXBYBd9NdGeZ73OVdmDrPlZ2TErNywBSi0v8-MoJdtxVvSx8Oed6bP4-k3SUe1H6d4tNJsyd5w7cU0C4MAMUYu3_YVXy9We2cBg=s900" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="900" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEioHRre4I3fWAe8ou6Kzpvyw5zYDMmhiP8_QFlR_wbFWRcQmXhKc43-K3VgFoa9OYmRBLjdCVnjMIKIz9IA94Heb-0uXBYBd9NdGeZ73OVdmDrPlZ2TErNywBSi0v8-MoJdtxVvSx8Oed6bP4-k3SUe1H6d4tNJsyd5w7cU0C4MAMUYu3_YVXy9We2cBg=w619-h207" width="619" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div><div>The birth of a great-nephew (son of a nephew) Finn James C. last week has prompted me to do a recount of my parents' descendants.</div><div><br /></div><div>Edward John Horgan and Hannah Olive O'Dea married on 6 April 1937. </div><div><ul style="text-align: left;"><li>1st generation - 7 children, 6 females and 1 male all of whom married and had children. Current age range 71 - 83 , a twelve year spread</li><li>2nd generation - 27 grandchildren, 15 females and 12 males, current age range 36 -55, a nineteen-year spread, 20 of these grandchildren have had children</li><li>3rd generation - 42 gt-grandchildren, 20 females and 22 males, current age range 5 days to 26 yrs., a twenty-six year spread.</li></ul><h4 style="text-align: left;">Geographical distribution</h4></div><div>South Australia<span> 62</span></div><div>Queensland<span> 6</span></div><div>Northern Territory<span> 5</span></div><div>New South Wales<span> 1</span></div><div>England<span> 2</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Interesting to note the second-eldest grandchild, the first male grandchild, was born on January 5th and the newest gt-grandchild, a male, number 76 in the descendants' list was born last week on January 5th. </div><div>Those born since my February 2016 update, Lena 2016, Jacob 2017, Hannah 2017, Hugo 2018, Ned 2019, Finn 2022.</div><div><br /></div><div>As yet none of the 42 gt grandchildren have either married or had children.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-16054713840314910772021-12-12T11:17:00.043+10:002021-12-12T11:43:34.833+10:00The lot of the spinster<h2 style="text-align: left;">Great Aunt Kate</h2><div>The term spinster was used from the 14th century to denote a woman who used a handheld spindle to spin linen or wool. By the 17th century, it had become a legal term denoting an unmarried woman and it is this legal use of the term found in property transfers of the 20th century.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKr-xlyIA8UT4jY4KVcMsg5BBdS1qIptUMT9qB21mqS_BBEF3Bs2nL1WtBQRDmfx35E61ws03s-2ywuF4XB5jy71cI0EhttY1iIFI9k8rn15KSI73UN9OkGrdrheykO3kgSc-AhKm0xr2/s468/transfer.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="230" data-original-width="468" height="314" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKr-xlyIA8UT4jY4KVcMsg5BBdS1qIptUMT9qB21mqS_BBEF3Bs2nL1WtBQRDmfx35E61ws03s-2ywuF4XB5jy71cI0EhttY1iIFI9k8rn15KSI73UN9OkGrdrheykO3kgSc-AhKm0xr2/w640-h314/transfer.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Clip from Certificate of Title, SA Land register Vol 1164, folio 75</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Catherine Mary Horgan, a paternal great aunt was named as "spinster of Linwood" when she acquired property in the town of Riverton, South Australia in 1941.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3Y_yFtKBw9Jti10qdKylwWNTputW5CUudxDE5NDwU6aPOkZSZZouA6jk81skvHYL_d8Fr8J_Qx_5f4yAoTweny6nMMeprKlbkUHQr-AfnT1zoW5mixH7Fa2oKQ0Wz6j3KhjeGMU7TILY/s2048/Horgan_Andrew+seated%252C+Kate%252C+Tom+and+Jack_c1940.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="2048" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3Y_yFtKBw9Jti10qdKylwWNTputW5CUudxDE5NDwU6aPOkZSZZouA6jk81skvHYL_d8Fr8J_Qx_5f4yAoTweny6nMMeprKlbkUHQr-AfnT1zoW5mixH7Fa2oKQ0Wz6j3KhjeGMU7TILY/w640-h456/Horgan_Andrew+seated%252C+Kate%252C+Tom+and+Jack_c1940.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Horgan siblings c. 1940 Catherine (Kate) Tom and Jack, Andrew is seated</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Catherine, or Kate as she was known, was the fourth child born to John Horgan and Honora O'Leary in 1872 and the eldest surviving daughter. Older brothers Thomas and Andrew were young lads aged 6 and 3 when Kate arrived. She was followed by John (known as Jack) in 1875, Johanna in 1877, and Honora (known as Nora) in 1878.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kate's early years on the farm would have been busy with household chores allocated to the children as they grew. The shock of her father's death when she was only 11 years old propelled the boys into taking responsibility for the farmwork so any yard work such as looking after the chickens and vegetable gardening would probably have fallen to her. As the eldest daughter, she would also have had responsibility for helping her now widowed mother with the younger ones.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was not until Kate was 34 in 1906 that the first marriage in the family occurred. Her elder brother Andrew wed in February of that year. By then her mother was 65 and with the help of Kate and Johanna was cooking, washing, and cleaning for the men of the house. Youngest sister Nora had taken up a teaching role and by 1909 had married John McInerney.</div><div><br /></div><div>After 1909 the household on the farm at Linwood comprised of Honora the mother, Tom and Jack, Kate and Johanna. In 1918 there is one mention in the newspapers of an accident which we can understand involved Kate. It is probable that she was staying for quite a while with her younger sister Nora (McInerney) who had just given birth to her fifth child.</div><div> Kate was driving a sulky as detailed in this report.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhns0cu2q2Ev7VnNcl3xGvj1toQd58xAuG_0-KMsMoiucMW_7vsLzsxVZgNEsnzK05vAAmXV7RhpRY2NcJscvqsk-KyBFvV8Fv9UO5oMSMMtIXaRjRjD4xC82lycy5A-az38ayGAC6FqXdA/s497/sulky+accident.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="497" data-original-width="344" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhns0cu2q2Ev7VnNcl3xGvj1toQd58xAuG_0-KMsMoiucMW_7vsLzsxVZgNEsnzK05vAAmXV7RhpRY2NcJscvqsk-KyBFvV8Fv9UO5oMSMMtIXaRjRjD4xC82lycy5A-az38ayGAC6FqXdA/w442-h640/sulky+accident.png" width="442" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">1918 'SERIOUS SULKY ACCIDENT.', <br />The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 - 1929), 30 May, p. 6. , viewed 12 Dec 2021, <br /><a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60358398">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article60358398</a></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>It was unlikely to be the younger sister Johanna as her health was poor. She died after a long illness in 1926. Her elderly mother Honora, devasted by her daughter's death lasted only one more year and was also buried at St John's with her husband and daughter.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwT6OZg-jprSV6NcMF_sCVahZfoHTqbyAd_ics9cBpu8FmeJOE7aENMUGlEaKPDMdJdr3gO3wspESTNpIO-T25fdz5o6iz1UzChBrvUI5It7rAtni1KTAKxEK5DpvuKgh6mXR5w3q4PKZ/s2048/Binder+-+Ben+Arnold.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1203" data-original-width="2048" height="376" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwT6OZg-jprSV6NcMF_sCVahZfoHTqbyAd_ics9cBpu8FmeJOE7aENMUGlEaKPDMdJdr3gO3wspESTNpIO-T25fdz5o6iz1UzChBrvUI5It7rAtni1KTAKxEK5DpvuKgh6mXR5w3q4PKZ/w640-h376/Binder+-+Ben+Arnold.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ben Arnold on the binder at Horgan's Linwood farm c.1940</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>Kate, Tom and Jack remained on the farm until 1941 but the work was too hard for the aging brothers so the Arnold brothers had taken over the farmwork. Tom was approaching 75 when the property transfer to Kate in Riverton occurred in August of 1941. By September he had passed on. Kate and Jack moved to Riverton to Moorhouse Terrace. I do not know if Tom lived there or if he had been moved into the hospital. Kate cared for John but unfortunately, he also died in the following year at the relatively young age of 67.</div><div><br /></div><div>Brother Andrew moved back to the farm at Linwood with his sons Eddie and Joe. Kate's youngest sister Nora, whose husband John McInerney had died in 1948, moved into Moorhouse Tce. with Kate. Kate's McInerney nieces cared for her in later years.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXTuwn_NSjJhlACNr6aZi1GsN9zdNQ9NJ9jgQoiDaRyWzGTYIYFd9EkYwcnYcej80WWz5t14PgFA41COaimPnaaroSdkj1NX0-1Ghi49Jmfw_OKi-szWC6XYGoiF9zF_XKB0rY5CCAg6t/s617/moorhouse.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="446" data-original-width="617" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicXTuwn_NSjJhlACNr6aZi1GsN9zdNQ9NJ9jgQoiDaRyWzGTYIYFd9EkYwcnYcej80WWz5t14PgFA41COaimPnaaroSdkj1NX0-1Ghi49Jmfw_OKi-szWC6XYGoiF9zF_XKB0rY5CCAg6t/w400-h289/moorhouse.png" width="400" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Riverton house</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div>After a lifetime of caring for others, Catherine Mary Horgan died on June 24, 1956. She was laid to rest alongside her parents and brothers in the St John's Cemetery outside Kapunda.</div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvincrgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644791041541902287.post-45254016455942036512021-11-29T17:49:00.006+10:002024-02-01T12:20:39.024+10:00Closing in on the Bennetts<h2 style="text-align: left;">The O'Dea Album</h2><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFEFjuT6Eo8Qy2PPRq4mfky7njRzD1fOXQEyAKkL1k7KZH4hZ4s12ya91JIs4qostgCoomJ7WTq9Os8i8p8vqZ3jwvR30bZbN8pQlXXnJ-8UtEc14Krd4m8TJVPy1f0o1e7bvpfvfwTqY/s2048/Bennetts+1920s+%25281%2529.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1152" data-original-width="2048" height="360" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFEFjuT6Eo8Qy2PPRq4mfky7njRzD1fOXQEyAKkL1k7KZH4hZ4s12ya91JIs4qostgCoomJ7WTq9Os8i8p8vqZ3jwvR30bZbN8pQlXXnJ-8UtEc14Krd4m8TJVPy1f0o1e7bvpfvfwTqY/w640-h360/Bennetts+1920s+%25281%2529.png" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div><br />These photos are from my grandmother's album and have provided a puzzle yet to be solved. My DNA results indicate that I am related to a descendant of this Clement Bennett but I have yet to work out how he was related to my maternal grandmother Georgina Ellen Bennett (O'Dea). Was he her nephew?</div><div><br /></div><div>Monnie and Clem as they were labeled in the album, were the children of <b>John Raymond Bennett</b> and his wife <b>Margaret Bridget Healy</b>. This couple had married in Hamley Bridge in January of 1918 when they were both 23 years old. John Raymond's father is listed as a George Bennett. </div><div><br /></div><div>Could this be gt-grandfather George Bennett, father to Mary Olive, Georgina, James and Ronald.</div><div><br /></div><div>If John Raymond Bennett was 23 when he married in 1918 that suggests the birth year of 1895. </div><div>I have been unable to find a birth record for John Raymond Bennett in NSW, Vic or SA just as I have been unable to find a birth record for grandmother Georgina but indeed her father was George Bennett. Her elder sister Mary Olive was born in Broken Hill, NSW in 1888 where grandmother also claimed to have been born in 1890. </div><div><br /></div><div>By 1892 George Bennett and his wife Bridget Kelly were living in South Australia as their son James George David is recorded as born at Goodwood. Could John Raymond have also been born there and his birth unregistered? The Bennetts are next recorded in Edithburgh where another son Albert Ronald Victor (known as Ron) was born in 1902. Another move was made away from Edithburgh possibly before the birth of Mary Olive's son William Rose in 1904.</div><div>Mary Olive and Georgina both married Hamley Bridge men in the following years. That John Raymond was also married in Hamley Bridge, suggests a relationship.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Five children were born to John Raymond Bennett (c 1895 - 1962) and Margaret Healy </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Francis James - b. 9 November 1918 - d. 24 Nov 2012 - I have found no evidence of a marriage record for Francis</div><div>Joseph - b. 13 Jan 1921 - died just 2 days later</div><div>Vincent John - b. 30 Dec 1921 - died in Woomera on 24 Apr 1968 as a single man</div><div>Monica - b. 11 Jan 1924 - 10 November 2023</div><div>Clement Ronald - b. 2 Oct 1925 - d.1997</div><div><br /></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Monica and Clem</h3><div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Oq69xXnylwnlCWTQA-0GgjLurdrgWf6fDBVYjurkUdfpsSXxC0FOPG5HH1c6K_Y0aC8Os-rvRLebL4LRh1BqTetw7Sm7XN_qbIthXCg2rc-yCyCUFccgW7kCydXHBHpOgsENMWqGkbUK/s1692/Bennett_MonnieandClem.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1692" data-original-width="1104" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Oq69xXnylwnlCWTQA-0GgjLurdrgWf6fDBVYjurkUdfpsSXxC0FOPG5HH1c6K_Y0aC8Os-rvRLebL4LRh1BqTetw7Sm7XN_qbIthXCg2rc-yCyCUFccgW7kCydXHBHpOgsENMWqGkbUK/w261-h400/Bennett_MonnieandClem.jpg" width="261" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Monnie and Clem Bennett as titled below the photos</td></tr></tbody></table><br /></div><div>Monica Bennett married Stanley Whittenbury in 1948. </div><div><blockquote>BENNETT—WHITTENBURY. —The marriage of Monica, only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Bennett, Hamley Bridge, and Stanley H. B, youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. J. L. Whittenbury, Short street, Wayville, will be solemnised at St. Mary's Church, Hamley Bridge, at 10.30 a.m. on January 3, 1948. Reception at Dublin Hotel.</blockquote></div><div>Clement Ronald Bennett married Elizabeth Cant in 1949</div><div><blockquote>CANT—BENNETT. — The marriage of Elizabeth D. (Bette), daughter of the late Mr. G. and Mrs. S. G. Cant, to Clement R., youngest son of Mr. and Mrs. J. R. Bennett, both of Hamley Bridge, will be solemnised at St. Marys Church, Hamley Bridge, on Saturday, August 27, at 7 p.m.</blockquote><p>Clement died in 1997 and is buried with his wife in the Bremer Road cemetery in Murray Bridge, South Australia. Their headstone can be viewed <a href="https://images.findagrave.com/photos/2021/58/223591243_55fb04e3-5dc7-4a8b-a5f4-66a057d9f335.jpeg">here at Find a Grave</a>.</p><p> My DNA match at 176 centimorgans on Ancestry is a grandchild of Clement and Elizabeth. If Clement and my mother were first cousins that would certainly explain the presence of those photos in my grandmother's album. I have sent a message to the DNA match. All comments and suggestions are welcome. Perhaps one of my siblings can provide an answer.</p><p>If you are a descendant of either Clement or Monica I am happy to send you copies of these photos at a higher resolution.</p></div><hr /><div>1948 'Family Notices', The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1931 - 1954), 1 January, p. 8. , viewed 29 Nov 2021, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article43750613">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article43750613</a></div><div><br /></div><div>1949 'Family Notices', The Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1931 - 1954), 20 August, p. 20. , viewed 29 Nov 2021, <a href="http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article36682306">http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article36682306</a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>This post first appeared on earlieryears.blogspot.com by CRGalvin<br /><br /></div>crgalvinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01118766224187668713noreply@blogger.com0