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#A-ZChallenge – Letter U

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

U is for…..??

I’ve been procrastinating for a couple of days about this post. As a result I am a couple of days behind now so need to catch up. The reason for the procrastination is the letter U. I don’t have a single ancestor with a surname starting with the letter U. I don’t even have an ancestor with a christian name starting with the letter U. With almost 2000 people in my family tree, I was such I would be able to find someone to post about.  But no, there is not a letter U to be seen.

So, as much as I hate to do this, I’ve decided to wave the white flag on this one, and say no can do.

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April A-Z Challenge – T for Fanny Taylor

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

FANNY (FAYE) TAYLOR,  was born in 1882 in Bundalong, Victoria. She trained as a nurse at the Royal Melbourne Hospital, and served in India and Egypt in World War 1. The following is a report of a letter that she wrote home to her sister when she was on service in India.

Gundagai Times and Tumut, Adelong and Murrumbidgee District Advertiser, Friday 12 January 1917, page 4

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NURSING IN INDIA.
Nurse Taylor, who is with the military nurses in India, writing to her sister (Mrs. J. Fox) under date 1/12/16, says:— We had five weeks work in a war hospital at Bombay and loved every minute of it. The monsoon was on all the time we were there and it seemed so strange to see rain again, and such rain . The clouds just open and it simply pours out, and sometimes 100 points tn three minutes. The soldiers there were fresh from Mesoptamia, and some of the stories they told would make a stone weep. When they first arrived they just slept as though they would never waken again, and when disturbed to take their meals would apologise thus, ‘ You see sister we never get any sleep there, as the minute we go to bed the filthy Arabs start shooting, and it keeps one awake and gets on a fellow’s nerves.’ They were most apathetic, and if getting well meant going back to Mesoptamia, they didn’t want to get well. Some of them bad been at Mons and on the Peninsula, but thought that nothing equalled the Gulf of Mesoptamia. One Irishman said, ‘The garden of Eden indeed! Well sister I wish you could see the mosquitos, the size of them. Shure, I don’t wonder Adam and Eve left it, especially when one remembers that their only covering was a figleaf.’
The Tommie takes longer to forget the horror of what he has been through than the Australian does, but he is a fine brave ‘kid ‘ for all that, and most grateful. The Australian, newly-arrived from the Peninsula, never spoke a word about what he had been through, and one would find him keenly interested in a new game, and wondering how many matches he could win at this game or the other. They are born gamblers, and if no cards were available they would drive a nail into the wall and try and throw a ring off a mosquito net on to it, and bet on that. They were always intensely interested in getting well and back again to the trenches. One boy said he was Turk sick and longing to see one again. We received orders to arrive at Jullundar on September 1st, and I said a most reluctant good-bye to the hospital and Bombay. We were three days and three nights in the train, leaving at 5.30 a.m. on Wednesday morning and arriving at 6.30 on Saturday morning.
The accommodation is very comfortable and up to date on these Indian trains. The other sister and I had a carriage to ourselves, 10 x 8, and it was fitted up with electric fans, reading and night lights, and on each seat was a couch on which we slept at night. Then opening out of the carriage was a fully-equipped bathroom, with a real bath in it and hot water laid on, and here I may say that it is the last real bath I have seen. Here we have to bathe in small tubs and the water is tipped out on the floor and runs through a hole in the wall. Some sanitation, eh ? There are no corridors on the trains here, as they wouldn’t be safe in this country, so at various stations we were told to go to the dining car and there one has to stay until the next stopping place, sometimes two or three hours, but the car is nicely appointed and there one meets one’s fellow-passengers, so we rather enjoyed it. The other Australian Sister and I were the only white women on the train, the male passengers being, officers returning to their stations or going on sick leave. Some were fresh out from England, and looked very fresh indeed with their blue eyes, straw-colored hair and nice complexions. All the officers are very much alike, so much so that one sometimes wonders whether at some stage of their existence they were not in fluid form and poured into moulds of set military fashion. The scenery during the first part of our journey was gorgeous, all the country being rain-washed aud so clean. Sometimes we were on the shelf of a mountain side, with sheer rocky cliffs on one side and on the other wooded slopes, with a roaring river at the bottom, sometimes hundreds of feet down. All the rivers were bankers owing to the monsoon. We kept rising higher and higher, and were quite sorry when it got dark and we could no longer see.
On the evening of the next day we entered the plains, and we could tell this by the increased speed, as it was too late to see. In the morning, as soon as I wakened, I stuck my head out of the window about half-a-mile. Such a difference! All the prettiness was gone, and and one could see for miles. The country was as flat as Bundalong, with herds of buffaloes grazing. There were also a great number of goats, and really in this country they were only made to be laughed at, they are so extraordinary. That night (our last) I had rather a fright. I wakened up to find the train stopped, and when I opened my eyes found we were at a station and there were quite a number of ugly black faces poked in the window. My couch was on the platform side, therefore the faces were much nearer than I cared to have them. I shouted ‘ Henashi,’ but not being linguists they did not understand Arabic. I switched on a brighter light but they liked that, they could see the Miss Sahibs better and were much amused with our boudier caps. The. train then glided out, the heat being so unbearable that we could not have the shutters down. We arrived at 6.30 a.m., met by an orderly and driven in a turn turn to our bungalow and started a quiet but interesting time in a plain station. The only excitement is the club, which is really nil, and an invitation to dinner by the various ladies of the station. You have no idea of the lateness of the hours kept here. We dine at 8.45, and most people dine at 9.45. We keep a tremendous lot of servants. For instance, for we two army sisters we have a sweeper, a personal servant each, a head servant, and.then the blestie, pronounced beastie who carry’s the water and washes up. ‘
*Thanks to third cousin, and fellow researcher, Peter Toohey for sending me this newspaper article.

April A-Z Challenge – S for Susan Waters

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

 SUSAN CATHERINE WATERS was my great great aunt. She was born on 5 August 1866 at Kyneton, to parents THOMAS WATERS and ELIZABETH ANN COCK.

In September 1884, Susan married ALBERT EDWARD MANCER, Rochester, Victoria. where they lived out their lives.

Sadly, two of Susan’s sons were killed in WW1.  ALBERT WILLIAM died in the Battle of Bullecourt in France at age 25  and ERNEST CHARLES died in Flanders, Belgium at age 19. Albert died in May 1917 and Ernest in December 1917.

Susan Catherine died in August 1946 at Rochester and is buried in the Rochester cemetery.

 

 

 

 

 

April A-Z Challenge – R for Richard Cox

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

RICHARD COX was my great great Grandfather. He was born in 1817 in  Ashton, Wiltshire, England.

In 1838 Richard married Mary Davis in Bath, Somersetshire, England. They had 4 children:
MARY ANN COX born 1837
EDWIN COX born 1839
DAVID COX born 1842
ANN DAVIS COX born 1843

In 1845, when the youngest child was two years old, Mary passed away at Bath and was buried in the Bath cemetery.

In 1847, Richard married Mary Jane Edgecombe Sully at Bath. Their first two children, were born in Bath:

EMILY JANE born 1847
SARAH JANE born 1851

On 12 March 1852, Richard and his family sailed from Plymouth, England on the ship Chowringhee, to start a new life in Australia. After 114 days at sea, they arrived at Hobson’s Bay on 5 July 1852.

They settled into life on the land just outside Heathcote, Victoria, Australia. Richard became a very successful farmer who was very well respected in the area.

Five more children were born after their arrival in Australia:
ALFRED born 1855
ELLEN ADA born 1855
RICHARD born 1856
GEORGIANA MARIA ANNETTA born 1857
LOUISA FRANCES born 1860

Richard passed away at Heathcote in 1892 and is buried in the Heathcote cemetery.

from: McIvor Times, 01 August, 1892

DEATH OF MR. RICHARD COX; A very old resident of McIvor, Mr. Richard Cox, died at his residence She Oak, on Thursday last after a serious illness of a little over a week previous to his decease, seriously affecting use of his kidneys. He had, however, been ailing for some years and at times suffered greatly from the internal complaint. The deceased, who carried his years well, was aged 78. He was one of the very old residents of McIvor, having come here with his family in 1853, and resided for many years on his property opposite the turn off at the Kyneton road. He afterwards took up land at She Oak and followed farming pursuits, combining sheep farming and agriculture. Being a good farmer and careful manager, he got on well. Of late years, however , he confined his attention principally to sheep farming, and in addition to his own property, rented a portion of what was the old Moorabbee run from the Government for that purpose. He was noted for his kindly nature, and was a great favourite with the children about him. He leaves a wife and grown up family. Being one of the oldest residents here, his familiar face will be missed from amongst us. The funeral took place on Saturday, and notwithstanding the inclement state of the weather, was largely attended, there being about 26 buggies in the procession, besides horsemen and people on foot as the procession came into the town, relatives from a distance being present. The remains were interred in the Heathcote Cemetery, the burial service being read by Rev. Mr. Dredge, who also gave an excellent and earnest address.

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Mary died in 1845, and Richard married MARY JANE EDGECOMBE SULLY in 1847, in Bath. They had four children in quick succession and emigrated to Australia in 1852, where they settled on the land outside Heathcote on a property they named She Oak.

Richard became a successful farmer and was a wealthy man at the time of his death. He is buried at Heathcote cemetary in a family plot with his wife, Mary Jane and son-in-law and grandaughter

April A-Z Challenge – Q for Jane Quinn

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

JANE QUINN is a very small twig on my family tree, and I know very little about her, but the lack of Q christian names or surnames leaves me no choice but to mention her very briefly.

Jane was born in Ireland in 1837, to parents JAMES QUIN and MARY McCLUSKEY.  and is a younger sister to Ellen Quin, the mother of bushranger Ned Kelly.

In 1857, Ellen married Thomas Lloyd in Wallan, Victoria. . This is where our very slightly tenuous connection to Ned Kelly comes in. Thomas Lloyd belongs to the paternal side of my family tree. The connection is very vague and really we just hang by the fingernails to Ned’s family tree. But Thomas Lloyd does rate a mention in the Kelly family tree.  This tiny connection really is enough to keep me interested in the the Ned Kelly story.

Jane Lloyd died in 1904 in Benalla.

from: The North Eastern Ensign, 02 Dec 1904, page 2
DEATH
LLOYD – On the 28th November, from paralysis, suddenly, at Benalla West, Jane, relict
of the late Thomas Lloyd, of Greta
Aged 67. R.I.P

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April A-Z Challenge – P

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

EMILY LOUISA PIERCE was married to my great great uncle JAMES LLOYD TAYLOR. Emily was born in 1857 at Yan Yean, Victoria, Australia to parents SHADRACH PEARCE and EMILY BERNE. Emily was known as Louie.

Emily and James married in 1873 at Whittlesea, Victoria and went on to have a large family of 12 children:

CHARLES JOHN,
JAMES PEARCE,
HENRY LLOYD,
ELLEN ROSMUND,
FANNY LOUISA,
FREDERICK WILLIAM MURRAY,
ERNEST ARTHUR,
WINIFRED,
DOROTHY JANE
GEORGE ALFRED,
ALLEN FERGUS,
EDITH EMILY

Emily passed away in 1950 at Kew, Victoria, age 92 years. She was buried in the Pioneer Cemetery with her husband who had pre-deceased her in 1910

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April A-Z Challenge – O for Olivia Tranter

The Blogging from A to Z April Challenge is a challenge put out to bloggers to publish a post from A-Z every day in April, except for Sundays. April 1 is A, and so on throughout the month. Bloggers can post randomly or on a theme. The theme I have chosen is ‘My Ancestors’. I used this same theme for the Blogging from A-Z April Challenge in 2015. This time the ancestors posted about will mostly be more distant members of the family. Hopefully, when combined this will form a full picture of my family history.

OLIVIA TRANTER was born in 1909 in at Heathcote, Victoria, Australia. Her parents are CHARLES EDWIN TRANTER and CATHERINE ANN MANTON.

On a wet wintry day in 1930, Olivia, aged 21, went horse riding at about 4pm.  When she didn’t return by evening, her family went out searching for her. Her horse was found tethered to a tree on the Kyneton Road, and her hat and coat were discovered on the bank of the Wild Duck Creek, near a deep pool.  Her two brother’s went into the water and found her body. Family members told the inquest that Olivia had been depressed of late.

The Coroner gave his finding of death by drowning. He said there was insufficient evidence to show how Olivia came to be in the water.

from The Argus Thursday 17 April 1930

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HEATHCOTE, Wednesday. – Olivia Tranter, aged 20 years, daughter of Mr. Charles Tranter, of Heathcote, was drowned in a waterhole in the Wild Duck Creek last night. She went riding at 4 o’clock, and when she did not return by evening, search was made. Her pony was found tethered to a tree on the Kyneton road, and her hat and coat were discovered on the bank of the creek near a deep pool. Two brothers of the girl waded into the water and recovered the body. Measures taken to restore animation were unsuccessful.

The deputy coroner (Mr. J. J. Farley) held an inquiry this afternoon, when Dr.Spencer gave evidence that abrasions on the face and body indicated that the girl had struck some hard object in her fall. It was surmised that she slipped down the bank on to some rocks and fell unconscious into the water.

A finding of death from drowning was recorded, but the evidence was insufficient to show how Miss Tranter entered the water.

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