Many of my TAYLOR ancestors took up settlement blocks at Bundalong. This article gives me a great insight into their farming and community life. I hadn’t realised that children from the area went to Esmond School, as stated in the article. So, I now have my next research focus – to look up the Esmond School records.
Ovens and Murray Advertiser, Saturday 2 July 1898.
On Thursday of last week Mr. Thomas, the head of the Village Settlement Branch, accompanied by Mr. Bowser, M.L.A., and Mr. Williams, steward, visited the village settlement at Bundalong for the purpose of allotting additional land to the settlers there.
When the Minister, Mr. Foster, visited the place two years since, he promised to increase the blocks, and this was done, the married men getting fifteen and the single ten acres. These have been so well improved that the member urged for an extension by five acres more each, where possible, and also that when any settlers abandoned their holdings these lands should be divided between the most improving settlers and those likely to become permanent residents. These claims were conceded.
The visitors drove round the settlement and found the families fairly comfortable in their little homesteads, and almost every available acre was under wheat. The land is good and 1000 bags of wheat were taken off 200 acres last year, no settler having more than 15 acres. There are now 60 of these settlements in Victoria and Mr. Thomas remarked that nowhere has he seen a more promising village.
Full inquiry was made into the claims of the settlers, who were found busy on their holdings, some clearing, others ploughing, although over most of the land a fine braid is already above ground. The children — and many of them very young — have to travel three miles to the Esmond school, and as there is a neat church on the settlement, and the children numerous enough to entitle them to a school, there is no doubt, but that a teacher will be provided for them.
Other matters having been attended to, the party returned to Yarrawonga, and in the evening the blocks were allotted in such a way as to do justice to those settlers who had less than 20 acres of land. This is the maximum area allowed under the act as it at present stands.
The success of this settlement is due to the excellence of the land and a good system of farm management introduced by one of the settlers, (Mr. Lee, ) who is progressive and prosperous. Another factor is that the settlers and their sons can get work on the farms round about, where they see (at Messrs. Hogan Bros, especially) how a good farm should be managed.
Then many of the farmers —like the Messrs. M’Kenzie — have large areas of wheat land across the river, and they send the men over to work there. In these ways, work is provided, so that the settlers are able to pull through the season between ploughing and harvest. So far little effort has been made to provide for social improvements and entertainment, but these will come. The Rev. A. Rivett, assisted by Mr. Morey, some years since, built a church there, which is used for service of the Congregational Church, and for the Band of Hope. This should form a good building in which to place a book case for a library
Here’s my Trove Tuesday post. It has nothing at all to do with my family history. But it did give me a bit of a laugh to think how times have changed. And thankfully so. I would hate to have to put so much thought to what I would wear to do my housework.
from: Truth Sunday 4 November 1928, page 11
How to Look Neat while Doing Housework
There are so many aids to better and easier house-keeping, thanks to the energetic manufacturers of carpet sweepers and their ilk, that cleaning at its worst is not a very arduous affair, not a very dirty one. But ever with all these aids, a good amount of energy is required, and to give the full benefit of these the, clothes you wear must be made comfortable and loose. Last summer’s, but not last winter’s, frocks are a solution of the problem. The much laundered silks of last season, provided they be big enough in the arm-holes, and plainly cut, are simply ideal for working round the house, accompanied by a sweater for the very cold winter mornings. But winter clothes salvaged from last year will not be suitable, as they collect dirt and grease, and become unpleasant to work in after a few week’s association with the sink and stove. Light frocks can be bundled in with the rest of the wash.
It is necessary to have the clothes used for working loose about the arms and waist, so that no constriction is put upon movements of the body. Scrubbing is an unfortunate part of housework, but it become a much less painful matter when there is adequate freedom for the arms.
And just so we can have two for the price of one, I can’t resist sharing this gem with you. This one is in regard to a good housewife’s aprons.
A large choice of cheap materials is the lot of the clever woman, who can cut herself becoming frocks, aprons and caps from a small amount of cloth and make them up with a minimum amount of trouble and time. The vogue for bright colours travels into the country, where the housewife rules, and thus checked cotton crepes, winseys, crettonnes and prints make their appearance. Satin is another intruder, with a tendency to combine with chintz and turn up as aprons and overalls.
Rubber is another feature of the housewife’s mode, which has been very much emphasised in the past year or two. Rubber aprons, plain or patterned, and cut in all imaginable shapes are now a large part of the stock of any good soft goods store.
Much excitement here! Looks like one of my genealogy brickwalls has cracked and could be about to fall down! Nothing is proven yet, but so far, a new piece of information is looking as though it could solve my problems.
For years I have been searching for information in Wales regarding my 3rd Great Grandfather JOHN TAYLOR. His son, also JOHN TAYLOR, left Wales with his family, bound for Australia in 1841. I have built a huge tree including many family stories, around this family, excepting for the elusive John Taylor, senior.
On the weekend, I was doing some mindless researching – with no point or goal in mind at all really – as I sometimes do. For years, I have searched many sites, many times looking for John Taylor Snr, with no results. But yesterday, I came across the information below on FamilySearch
Name: John Taylor
Event Type: Burial
Event Date: 17 Oct 1819
Event Place: Slebech, Pembrokeshire, Wales
Birth Year (Estimated): 1784
GS Film Number:
Digital Folder Number: 004210021
Citing this Record:
“Wales, Pembrokeshire, Parish Registers, 1538-1912,” database, FamilySearch (https://familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:KCBG-R5P : accessed 16 November 2015), John Taylor, 17 Oct 1819, Burial; from “Parish Records Collection 1538-2005,” database and images, findmypast (http://www.findmypast.com : 2012); citing Slebech, Pembrokeshire, Wales, Welsh Archive Series.
This entry doesn’t actually confirm it is my John Taylor, but all the information fits. His children were born in Slebech, and I have him placed there up to 1811. But it’s a sliver of information, that with more research, I think will probably prove correct and could lead to further family information.
Today on this Remembrance Day, I am remembering two brothers and their cousin who lost their lives in World War 1.
David Waters was born in 1897 at Rochester, Victoria, Australia. He enlisted in the army on 8. April 1915. He was killed in battle in France on 11 February 1915. Buried at Dernancourt Communal Cemetery in France.
PRIVATE D. WATERS. Rochester, 24th February. News is to hand of the death in France of Private David Waters, nephew of Mrs. A. Mancer, of Rochester East. He was the son of Mr. George Waters, butcher of Echuca, a former resident of Rochester.
Albert William Mancer was born in 1892 at Rochester, Victoria, Australia. He enlisted in the army on 25 August 1916. He died in front line trench at the Battle of Bullecourt on 12 May 1917, age 25. Buried at Wytschaete Military Cemetery in France.
PRIVATE ALBERT MANCER, Rochester 2nd June. Another gallant Rochester lad has made the supreme sacrifice in Private Albert Mancer, son of Mr. and Mrs. Albert Mancer, Rochester East and husband of Mrs. A. Mancer (nee Fl Lamb). Word to this effect was received by the relatives this morning. To the Rev. Salade Mallen (Presbyterian minister) was deputed the sad task of conveying the news to the bereaved. The late soldier was in the employ of Messrs. W.W. Moore, timber merchants, when he enlisted and was a prominent member of the Rochester Brass Band and the Rechabite Order, and an accomplished cinematographic operator, his services being utilised in showing the films at Mr. J. Armstrong’s Lyric pictures. Deceased leaves a widow and one child. Cpl Vic Lamb, a brother in law of the late Private Mancer was killed a few months ago.
Ernest Charles Mancer was born in 1898 at Rochester, Victoria, Australia. He enlisted in the army on 25 January 1916. He was killed on 12 December 1917, in the battle of Flanders in Belgium, age 19. He was part of the 15th Brigade Trench Mortar Battery and was in a trench when a shell in the gun exploded, killing him instantly. Buried at Derry House Cemetery in Belgium.
PRIVATE ERNEST MANCER News was received on Saturday that Private Ernest Mancer, who had just served seven months in the trenches, was killed on the 10th of December, in France. The deceased is the second son of MR. and Mrs. Albert Mancer, of Rochester East, to pay the supreme sacrifice. The late Private Mancer was only 20 years old.
These three young men were my 1st cousins twice removed. Quite a distant connection I know. They were nephews of my Great Grandfather Ernest Waters. I knew my great grandfather well as a child, and do wonder at the pain he must have felt as the bad news continued to arrive during the war years.
This is nothing at all to do with my family history. But I came across the following housewifes’s lament while searching for an article for Trove Tuesday. I love the line that says ” anyone would think the marriage vows said love honour and obey – and sew on his buttons“. How times have changed!
SHOULD HUSBANDS SEW THEM ON?
By a Wife.
It is astonishing how easily men have worked the great button bluff on women. No matter how emancipated a wife may be, she is always seized with a feeling of guilt when her husband reproaches her with the fact that a missing button on his garments has not been replaced, although it has been off for ages—so he says. It is ten to one that the thing has only just come off, but men always say the contrary because they know that it puts women at a disadvantage.
There is another funny thing about buttons, too. A husband will put up with all sorts of inconveniences if the circumstances warrant it. In times of illness or emergency he will help with the housework, eat scratch meals and suffer considerable neglect, with out making a murmur. But let a single, wretched button come off his coat and if it is not replaced within an hour or two of it’s disappearance, he is the worst-used man alive.
Every time a wife’s duty is discussed or written about, it seems to me, the matter of sewing on buttons is mentioned. When an approaching marriage is discussed, the odds are that somebody will comment on the bride groom’s happy prospects of leaving his comfortable “digs” for the joys of a home where he will have a wife to look after him —and sew on his buttons. Anyone would think that the marriage vow read ‘‘love, honor and obey, and sew on his buttons.”
No woman minds sewing on buttons, whose absence comes to light during the weekly mending, but why should she be expected to be perpetually on the look-out for a defaulter among the thousand-and-one buttons with which man chooses to cover his attire. Curiously enough, too, a man seems to choose the most inconvenient moments for announcing the fact that he is a button short.
Women have freed themselves from the obligation of knitting socks for their husbands. It is time that they also freed themselves from the tyranny of the odd button. Why cannot, men sew on their own buttons? There is nothing difficult about the operation, as there is in darning and mending, and every work basket contains buttons and threaded needles. It would encourage men to sew on buttons at the right time — when they come off.
As it is, a man generally waits until the button has been lost, especially if it is of an unusual pattern. Men are like that! If men object to this proposition, let them find a substitute for buttons. Women manage very well without them. If it were not for men the button-makers would be in a bad way. A man dressed for the street may easily have as many as three dozen buttons on his outer garments alone. Surely “bachelor buttons” can be further improved to cover every use. It is pretty certain that if the button burden were removed from women’s shoulders, something would soon be done in the matter.
Regular readers will know that the Waters family is one of the main focuses of research on my maternal side. I am working on the Waters book, though as yet the formet is undecided. I have had about a year away from researching the family, to mainly write about them and prepare for the book. But I’m back researching them again. Time now to fill in a few more gaps.
Anyone following me, with an interest in the Waters family, should check in here on Wednesdays . As from today, Wednesday will be known as Waters Wednesday.
The post will be a Waters family post or photo.
Just to kick things off, here is one of my favourite photos.
On the left is my Great Grandfather Ernest Welfare Waters and on the right is his son, Bernard. They are both wearing Salvation Army uniforms. The Waters family, were very involved with the Salvation Army. The family originally lived at Rochester. I have been told that the Salvation Army brass band in Rochester was called “The Band of Many Waters” because there were so many Waters members. Ernest played his beloved cornet in the band. That cornet is still in the family today.
Bernard was a Salvation Army officer. Ernest wasn’t an official officer, but was called an Envoy. An Envoy is a person who is very involved in the Salvation Army but without having officially done the training to become an officer.
I remember my Great Great Grandfather very well, as he lived until I was 17. He always wore his Salvation Army uniform. I feel very privileged to have had great grandparents in my life for so long.
Watch out here for further information on Ernest and Bernard.
DNA testing is becoming very popular in genealogy. Until now, I have resisted, telling myself that this is genealogy overkill.
But lately, as I read blog posts from my genie mates who have taken the test, I have been finding myself feeling slightly envious and wondering if, maybe, I should take the test.
Finally, I decided to give in and give it a go, and ordered a DNA test kit. I was very excited to see the kit in the mail and found myself feeling very excited at the thought of the impact this test could have on my genealogy research.
My DNA kit arrived very quickly, the instructions were very simple and the kit now containing my precious DNA has been mailed back for testing. To say I am excitedly awaiting my results would be an understatement.
Could this be the very thing that knocks down my TAYLOR family brick wall? Now that would have me doing a happy dance!
Will report the results when they arrive.