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Hustler’s Mine Tragedy Centenary

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Burke and Wills Monument

I’m just a little bit besotted with the story of  the Burke and Wills expedition Over the years I’ve read everything that I can get my hands on. Lately the explorers have taken my attention once again, as I am thinking about participating in the  Burke and Wills Trek  in 2015.  This trek is a 330k, 12 day team challenge, walking  from The Dig Tree, near Innamincka to Birdsville.

As they have been on my mind, I was surprised to discover this monument to Burke and Wills, only about 25 ks from my house.

004This monument to Burke and Wills can be found on the Axedale-Goornong Road, just outside Bendigo.

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Old Bendigo Gaol Tunnel

“Workers building the new theatre in the old Bendigo gaol have uncovered a historic staircase and tunnel under the main wing”.

The first sentence of this article in the Bendigo Weekly really took my attention….history…gaols….tunnels underground. Just about everything that gets me excited is right there in that sentence.  It seems the tunnel was used to transport food and prisoners in the 1860s

The gaol is currently undergoing a 25million dollar redevelopment which will turn the gaol into a theatre. Workers came across the tunnel during these works. According to the weekly there have been rumours for years that there was an underground passage, so workers went in search of it. I can just imagine what a lovely surprise it would have been for them, when they found it.

I was very pleased to read that on completion of the upgrade, it will be possible to view the tunnel from a glass platform at the top of the staircase.

 

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Newspaper Report – Three Lost Children of Daylesford

Newspapers from around Australia and overseas reported on the tragedy of the Three Lost Boys. The report below is from the Perth Gazette & WA Times, August 16 1867, Page 4

This report appeared 6 weeks after the children went missing and as yet hadn’t been found.

Late on Sunday night, the 30th of last June, the Daylesford police were told a sad story of missing children. At 10 o’clock that morning three boys, William Graham, aged 7; Thomas Graham, aged 4; and Arthur (sic) Burman, aged 5 years, the sons of respectable persons, started from their homes, in Connell’s Gully, to search for wild goats. They did not come back to dinner, and the fathers, somewhat alarmed, started with some neighbours to look for them.

By some means or other it was ascertained that they had gone towards the junction of two creeks, but all traces were lost on the ranges between Sailor’s Creek and Blanket-flat. Night set in, and the anxious fathers spoke to the police, three of whom turned out at once and joined the parents and Blanket-flat police in a search which lasted till one o’clock in the morning. The night was cold and dark, and as no good could be done by looking, further operations were suspended till the morning.

Then further inquiries elicited that a storekeeper named Mutch had seen the children four miles on the Ballan-road, and had directed them to follow the telegraph wires back to Daylesford. They must have been afterwards led astray by the beaten track to Specimen-hill, on which, about dusk, they met a boy named Quinn, who told them that they were going from Connell’s Gully instead of to it. The eldest boy did not seem at all alarmed; but since Quinn left them they have been lost. This information was the result of Monday’s search, in which they were joined by the men on the Corinella mine, the Telegraph saw-mills, and Clarke’s mills, and nearly all the splitters in the terrible forest.

The weather was boisterously wet and cold, but though it obliterated tracks it did not deter the zealous searchers, who at last found impressions of two different-sized children’s shoes, two miles from Specimen-hill, and in the direction of the source of the Werribee River. This is all Bullarook forest, and a nearly impenetrable region, the scrub growing high and abundantly, so that a man might securely hide from his pursuers a very few feet from them. Even the searchers themselves got bewildered, and when night set in the task was abandoned in despair.

The party returned to Daylesford on Tuesday evening; but so violent was the ebullition of public feeling at this want of success, that a public meeting at Bleackley’s Hotel was called that very night. The town crier went round, the fire-bell rung, and at eight p.m. the large room of the inn was filled to suffocation. The mayor presided, and with one voice it was agreed that business should be utterly suspended next day, that the search might be prosecuted by the inhabitants and the police, who had obtained the service of black trackers. The rendezvous was fixed at the specimen-hill works, the manager of which kept the whistle, which could be heard two miles, sounding till nightfall.

The fire-bell was also rung at given hours, and all day long the work continued under the guidance of experienced bushmen, who carried bread and wine for the revival of the lost ones if found. Altogether, 600 or 700 persons joined in the search. Though all was in vain, the labor of love was not suspended. Next day the shops were still kept shut, 500 persons went out, and in the evening £70 was collected and offered as a reward for the recovery of the lost children. The reward was subsequently increased to £200; and the Government offered a reward of £100 more, but this was for the encouragement of bushmen and others, not the people of Daylesford and neighbourhood, who continued their exertions all through the week with such utter selfishness that it was only to remove a great public inconvenience that shops were partially opened on Friday.

All was still in vain, however, and a month has elapsed without furnishing the faintest clue to the fate of these poor children. The two fathers, Graham and Burman, have written to a local paper to express their sincere and heart-felt thanks to the inhabitants of Daylesford, and their satisfaction that all that human aid could do has been done. The children cannot possibly have survived, although they were accustomed to travel about the ranges, were familiar with their father’s stories of camping in the bush when he was a trader, and the eldest one had often talked of what he would do if benighted in the bush. The pecuniary sacrifice made by the people of Daylesford, beside their offer of reward, cannot be less than £2,500.

Melancholy as this story is, it has a bright side in its exhibition of an unselfish public spirit, which we are convinced is not confined to Daylesford, and of which we as Victorians have good reason to be proud.

An Empty Bench

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I saw this photo on Facebook and it really made me stop and think. My first thought went to my  Great Great Grandfather, John Taylor,  who came to Australia from Haverfordwest in Pembrokeshire, Wales in 1841.

John Taylor is my favourite ancestor. I’m not sure why really. Maybe it’s because there is a quite a bit of mystery and many unresolved facts surrounding him. Because of this, I’ve spent many, many hours researching him and his family, and feel I know him well. Perhaps it could be because John Taylor and his wife Martha Lloyd are from Wales, which is a country that I love. Or could it be that I have been to the city where he was born? Whatever the reason, there are a quite a few questions I would like to ask John Taylor if he was sitting on that bench next to me. In fact I know all of these questions couldn’t be answered in the one hour time frame. I would just be hoping that he would be interested enough in talking to me, to allow me a little extra time. I would even beg him for more time!

*  When and where  was your father, also John Taylor, born and when & where did he die?

*  What was your life like as a child?

*  Why did you and your wife, Martha decide to emigrate to Australia?

*  Before you left Wales, what had you heard about Australia?

*  Describe the voyage. How did Martha , carrying her second child, and with a toddler, cope with the journey?

*  What was the name of the ship that brought you to Australia?

*  How did you & Martha feel at the time of leaving, knowing that you would probably never see your family or friends again?

*  On arrival, why did you decide to settle at Diamond Creek & what was life like as a Shepherd there?

*  Did you miss the rolling green hills & damp country side of Wales

*  Did you ever regret your decision to settle in this country?

*  What are you thinking now, as you sit on that park bench and look out to sea?

There are many, many more questions I would ask my great great grandfather, but I would also like to thank him for making that decision to pack up his young family, leaving his family and friends behind, and travel to a far unknown country to start a new life.  He couldn’t have known what life would be like for them here. I find it unimaginable today, when we know everything that happens,anywhere in the world immediately, to even contemplate making that journey. I can’t help thinking that life as they were living it, must have been very bad, to take that risk.

John Taylor’s huge family of descendants, including me,  have him to thank for giving us the opportunity to live in this beautiful country and have a life that many others could only dream about.

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Goldfields Historic Chinese Cemetary

Two weeks ago I moved to a new area in Bendigo. I’m now living in White Hills, on the opposite side from where I was previously, at Kangaroo Flat.
A very short walk from my house, is the White Hills Public Cemtary which includes the Goldfields Historic Chinese Cemetary. I really can’t wait to get in there and spend some serious time investigating, but this week I dropped in for a quick look. What struck me as I entered the large, beautiful wrought iron gates shadowed by two huge Moreton Bay figs, was the strong sense of history that was very obvious.
Many, many small stone heafstones inscribed with Chinese calligraphy were quite haunting to see. I couldn’t help thinking of these brave Chinese who dared to try for a better life in a new country, either as goldminers or providing services to the miners.
Situated close to the front gates is the Prayer Oven, where paper money for spirits of the dead was burned.
This is one of the oldest cemetaries in Australia, and was being used at the time of the Goldrush,when Bendigo was a very wealthy city due to the rush for gold. The wealth showed itself in the huge number of very large memorial stones.
Can’t wait to find a few spare hours to dig deeper into history in this beautiful cemetary.

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Threee Gorgeous Grandsons

On Wednesday I went with my daughter in law to the photographer to get family portraits of her three boys. They were a handful as they’re typical boys, full of energy but very very cute.  Here’s a sample of the photos. I could be biased but I do believe both the photos and the boys are perfect

Lucas & Jake

Lucas & Jake

Hudson

Hudson

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