Another year has rolled around and here it is – Our 5th Blogiversary!
My first blog post was on July 5, 2011. When I posted that very first blog entry, I had no expectation at all, that the blog would still be motoring along, five years later. Also it didn’t occur to me that I would come to love blogging, and feel very proud of what the blog has become.
The 4th Blogiversary post from 2015, explains the reasons why the blog started so there is no need to go over that again. In recent days, as I have glanced over previous posts, it has occurred to me, that much has happened in my life, genealogically, in the past 5 years.
I have met up with many, many cousins who contacted me through the blog. This has given me more joy than I can ever say, but I do wish for more spare time, to be able to make face to face contact more often.This is on the list for my retirement years – when and if they arrive.
A huge highlight, was blogging about Rootstech2016, held in Salt Lake City USA, and attending that conference as a geneablogger. I wore my blogger beads very proudly and met numerous genies and fellow bloggers from around the world.
After taking a short time away from blogging, due to work pressures, the AFFHO Congress 2015 held in Canberra, revived my enthusiasm for genealogy and made me realise how much I had missed both the research and community involvement during my hiatus of about a year.
The first Unlock The Past Cruise was another highlight, combining genealogy conferences aboard ship while cruising around New Zealand with daily stopovers in major cities. There have been many of these genealogy cruises since this first one, and I hope very much to be able to once again attend.
My favourite post? That is difficult, as there are a few. But below are a couple that I am proud of:
The story of family member Ellenor Calnan and the Bangka Island Massacre
The short life and murder of Ellen Boyle is a project that I have spent quite a bit of time over. There is still more research to be done and will be further reports on this dreadful event in our family history.
Report of the Three Lost Children of Daylesford has had the most views. This event does not belong in my family history at all. When I came across it, I was captivated and have done quite a bit of research into the events surrounding this story.
In 2015 and 2016, I participated in the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge posting on a subject every day in April, except Sunday. My subject in 2015 was the names in my family history and in 2016 I chose to blog about towns in Victoria.
Finishing up on a couple of stats. In the past five years there have been 241 posts which have been viewed 32,114 times by 11,488 visitors.
Huge thanks go to all of these visitors and readers, many who have become regular readers and friends. I feel quite gob smacked and a little embarassed that this tiny blog receives such great support.
Thomas Lloyd Jones 25.01.1926 – 04.07.2014
Today is the second anniversary of the death of my dad THOMAS LLOYD JONES. I posted last year of my devastation of finding out on Facebook that my father had died. So all that I will say about that is it still upsets me. But time to move on.
I have blogged previously about the Three Lost Children of Daylesford. Last week, June 30 was the 149th anniversary of the death of the children.
Here is the newspaper report of the funeral which brought the town of Daylesford, to a halt, as trade came to a stop for the funeral, as requested by the city mayor.
from: The Age, Thursday, 19 September 1867, page 7.
THE FUNERAL OF THE LOST CHILDREN.
DAYLESFORD MERCURY,18TH SEPT
The closing scene was in keeping with the self-sacrificing spirit, which has distinguished the people of Daylesford, in connection with the melancholy fate of the three lost children.
The suggestion of the mayor that the inhabitants should show their sympathy with
the bereaved parents, by shutting all places of business from an hour, before the lifting of the bodies, was complied with by all classes.
By one o’clock, all business was suspended, and the invitation by his Worship to the inhabitants to attend the funeral, was responded to by the largest assemblage that ever attended a funeral in Daylesford.
At two o’clock, the hour named, the bodies were removed from the Farmer’s Arms Hotel, where the inquest was held, to the hearse, which then, followed by the parents and a large number of people, proceeded along Raglan street, turning up Camp-street, down Victoria street and into Vincent street, halting in front of the Borough Council Chambers, where the great bulk of the inhabitants fell in, the mayor and councillors taking their place in the procession, in a coach drawn by four horses.
At this time, both sides of the street were lined with on-lookers, and while the procession halted here an enterprising photographist — Mr Boldner — took one or two views of the street and its crowds, and the funeral cortege.
The Council, having taken their seats, the procession started, proceeding along Vincent street, Howe Street and Raglan Street, to the cemetery, the parents of the children following the hearse in a conveyance; then came a long line of persons on foot, followed by a large body of horsemen, the conveyances bringing up the rear, the whole extending about three quarters of a mile in length.
It was calculated that from 500 to 600 persons followed the remains, and that not fewer than 1000 were assembled in the cemetery. Arrived at the grave, for appropriately there was but one, the coffins containing the remains of the children were lowered into it, the two youngest lying side by side, and the other being laid above them. This done, the Rev. Mr Main, of the Scotch Church, engaged in the religious service, common to that church.
He commenced by reading in a clear and distinctly audible voice, and with great solemnity,the 90th Psalm, then the 15th chapter of 1. Corinthians, followed by the concluding part of the 7th chapter of Revelations. After which he offered up a very impressive prayer, in which the peculiar circumstances attending the fate of the little ones was very touchingly referred to, and comfort and consolation implored for the bereaved parents.
The service over, the large assemblage filed past the side of the grave, taking a farewell
look in their last resting-place of the little ones whose wanderings had formed so prominent a part in the public mind for the past eleven weeks, and whose fate will be long spoken of, and probably be referred to in after days as the three lost children of Daylesford.
(Punctuation and paragraphs have been added to the above transcription, for ease and speed of reading)
Fellow Genie Blogger Elizabeth O’Neal, from Little Bytes of Life blog, asked the question on twitter. “Which of our ancestors should sit on the golden throne?” June has arrived, and that means it’s time for the June 2016 Genealogy Blog Party, where genealogy bloggers have been asked to blog about their strongest ancestor.
As is the case with most of us, I have several strong ancestors. But there is a stand out, and my thoughts went to him immediately.
I’ve always thought that my great grandfather, on the maternal side of my family, ERNEST WELFARE WATERS must have been made of steel, with all that was thrown at him.
Ernest Waters was born in 1878, at Rochester, Victoria, Australia. He was the second youngest of twelve children. Just one of his siblings died soon after birth. Being one of many, in tough times, was possibly the reason he developed his steely toughness and determination.
I knew my great grandfather, as a child, as he lived until I was 17 years old. We called him Grandpa. I remember as a child, thinking of him as hard and just a bit scary, but I’m not really sure why. I did think he was very, very old. He passed away when he was 93, so I suppose any child would have thought he was ancient. I remember being a little fearful of him, but not because of anything he ever did. Again I think it was a small child’s fear of someone of such a great age.
It wasn’t until I began family history/genealogy research, that I realised just what a man of steel my great grandfather was. Most of the information below, was unknown to me, when I was a beginner researcher, including his first marriage.
He married BESSIE MACROW at Rochester, in 1899 when he was 21. Unfortunately Bessie became ill and died a little less that two years later in January 1901. Her cause of death was tuberculosis, and on reading her obituary, it would seem that she had a very long period of illness prior to her death.
In 1902, Ernest married Hilda Mary Beatrice Gilmour at Fitzroy. They were members of the Salvation Army when they met, and this continued for their entire lives. I can well remember my grandparents wearing their Salvation Army uniforms at all times.
They went on to have eight children. It definiteley was not easy raising a large family in the early 20th century, particularly during WW1 and WW2 and the depression.
Ernest had a number of occupations. It appears that when work may have become scarce, he could always turn his hand to something else that was needed in the community. He worked in carpentry for many years and then went on to be a butcher, owning his own butchery, for most of his working life. Some of his other jobs were – Coffin making, working in a co-op and in a pottery.
WW1 brought sorrow that couldn’t possibly be endured without mental toughness, as the sad news from the front, continued to arrived. Three nephews of Ernest passed away during World War 1 – David Waters of Rochester in 1917, age 18, and his cousins, brothers, Albert William Mancer in 1917,age 25 and Ernest Charles Mancer in 1917, age 19.
My great grandmother, Ernest’s wife, passed away four years prior to his death. For many years before her death, she had needed constant care, due to health issues caused by a severe stroke.
We all have our trials in life, and in my opinion Ernest Welfare Waters had more than his fair share. Through it all, he was a committed family man, who it seemed, just powered on with his life without focusing too much on his problems. He certainly didn’t burden his family with the problems that he had faced in life.
Ernest Welfare Waters definitely deserves his seat on the ‘Golden Throne of Steel’.
**Please note: Birth certificate shows spelling as ‘Earnest’. I’m sure this was an error of the person making the registration or the registrar, as during his life time he spelt his name as ‘Ernest’.
Janet YOUNG was my great great grandmother. She was born in Glasgow, Scotland in 1824 and married my great great grandfather THOMAS JAMES JONATHAN McQUEEN in Launceston in 1844.
William and Janet had a large family of children. The first two were born in Launceston, before the moved to Victoria and settled in Collingwood, where Janet gave birth to a further eight children.
I lost track of Janet after the death of her husband in 1863. At the time of his death, their youngest child was just four years old and they were living in Fitzroy. A younger child, a daughter, also died in 1863. Over the years, I have tried to find her and had almost given up hope. Until recently!
I found her second marriage in the marriages index, which I had checked many times. Janet Young/McQueen married for a second time in 1873. She was listed on the index as Janet McEwan, and previously I hadn’t noticed this entry.
Janet McQueen or McEwan, as it was now written, married JAMES TAYLOR in 1873 at Broken Creek. To add to the confusion, her new husband had the same surname as her daughter’s husband. This sent me into a bit of a spin at first, until after checking, I found that he doesn’t belong to the same Taylor family. His family came from Suffolk, England and our Taylor’s were from Wales.
The area, Broken Creek, the place of their marriage, was where Thomas and Janet McEwan’s daughter, Janet had lived in earlier years, with her husband William Lloyd Taylor. I had noticed, many years ago, that there was a witness to their marriage named James Taylor. I had assumed that he must belong to the family of William, but couldn’t place him. I was sure it wasn’t William’s brother, James Taylor.
from: North Eastern Ensign, Benalla, Friday 03 October 1873, page 2
TAYLOR — McEWAN – On the 1st inst, at Broken Creek, by the Rev. W. Gould, Mr. James Taylor, of Broken Creek, farmer , to Mrs. Janet McEwan, relict of Thomas McEwanm late of Fitzroy.
SANGER – TAYLOR On the 1st inst, at Broken Creek, by the Rev. W. Gould, Mr. John Sanger, of Broken Creek to Miss Zillah Taylor, daughter of James Taylor, of Broken Creek.
CROUCHER—TAYLOR .— On the 1st inst, at Broken Creek, by the Rev. W. Gould, Mr. James Croucher, of Glenrowan, to Miss Elizabeth Taylor, daughter of James Taylor of Broken Creek.
I can remember clearly, as a child, borrowing “The Happiness Box” from the library. I loved this book, and can remember that I borrowed it many times, and almost read the print off the page.
What I cannot remember, is knowing the back-story to this book and how it came to be written and published. Perhaps, as a child, that story didn’t interest me, so I didn’t think too much about it. Or perhaps, I never even knew that the book was written in
Today, I heard the book and it’s origins being discussed and it brought many memories for me. So off I went to Trove, to see what I could find.
As always, Trove did not disappoint. The origins of the book are in the article below.
from: The Age, Melbourne, Thursday 06 November 1947, Junior Age Supplement, Page 2.
Author & Artists
WINSTON THE CHI-CHIK
The “Happiness Box” by David Griffin. Drawings by Leslie Greener. (Australasian Publishing Company; 4/6.)
Dedicated to children whose fathers “went to Singapore and never came back”, this book has a history which should appeal to all young children, and is a worthwhile record of what prisoners of war did during their internment.
In Changi gaol there were several English boys and girls, prisoners of the Japanese, and at Christmas, this book was written for them as a present. Because the Japanese were going to confiscate it, the story was buried in a tin for several years. After the war, it was dug up and has now been attractively published.
Heroes of the story are Winston, a Chi-Chak (wise little Malayan Lizard); Martin, a monkey, and Wobbley, a frog.
One day when Wobbley was digging, for food he found a wooden Box of Happiness.
Together the three sought advice from the wisest people in the Jungle— Dreamy Bill the oldest tortoise In the world, Flappy King of the Birds, and Bumble the Bee who knew every thing.
When the box was opened they found the recipe to happiness, which the three gave to all people they met.
Excellent pen sketches, it’s readable style, and its unobvious moral, which is good, make this little book worth inclusion in even adults’ libraries.
AGE GROUP — Up to 11. years.
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I’ve written about my great great grandparents John Taylor and Martha Lloyd but I thought it about time that I started to concentrate on their children. Just for now here are there names and birth dates.
JAMES LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1839 at Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire, Wales
JOHN LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1840 at Haverfordwest, Pembrokeshire, Wales
WILLIAM LLOYD TAYLOR b 1842 at Diamond Creek, Victoria Australia
MARY TAYLOR b. 1844 at Diamond Creek, Victoria, Australia
ANN TAYLOR b. 1846 at Diamond Creek, Victoria, Australia
THOMAS LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1848 at Diamond Creek, Victoria, Australia
CHARLES LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1850 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia
GEORGE LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1851 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia
HENRY LLOYD TAYLOR b. 1853 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia
ALICE TAYLOR b. 1856 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia
ELLEN TAYLOR b. 1857 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia
ARTHUR LLOYD b. 1859 at Whittlesea, Victoria, Australia.
The family of twelve children, eight sons and four daughters, lived in the Diamond Creek and Whittlesea areas until the children were grown and moved away to start their own lives with their families. Most of the children lived long lives with the exception of George, who died shortly after birth, Alice, who died aged 35, and Ellen who died at about one year old. For the times, this was a great child survival rate amongst immigrant families.
Notice all sons have the middle name of ‘Lloyd’. This continued in subsequent generations, to as recently as my father’s family.