Sunday, October 19, 2014

His Little Treasures - Royston George Duncan







You may have read recently that I have been entrusted with digitizing some family heirlooms.  This is my next contribution to the "finds" therein. Coincidentally and most fortuitously it fits in with this week's Sepia Saturday theme. Marilyn aka Little Nell says:


You can let your imagination run free with your responses to this one. Street traders, roadside artisans, menders, cobblers, tools-of-the-trade, hand-colouring and lantern slides







This postcard has, I think, Dorothy Grace DAW (nee HINDE's writing on the back of the postcard) on the right hand side.  On the left, very faintly, you can see some other writing.  It says from Cousin Roy to Hinde family. So I imagine that is Roy's writing.  How precious.

Roy enlisted in the AIF 25 August 1915 at the age of 21 years and 5 months. Less than a year later he was killed in action.  

Roy was the sixth child of Alexander DUNCAN and Julia O'SULLIVAN.  He was born 1894 and was their fourth son.  Older siblings included William, Catherine, John, Rose, Maurice Alexander and younger brother Robert.

Roy's father Alexander was part of the big family of William Doig DUNCAN and Rose GORRIAN.  He was the third eldest and his younger sister Alice Cecilia DUNCAN was my husband's great-grandmother.  Roy and my husband's grandmother Dorothy (Dolly) DAW (nee HINDE) were cousins.  Roy was about 7 years older than Dolly.

Roy embarked from Brisbane 30 December 1915 on the HMAT Itonus A50.  He was single, Roman Catholic and earning 5 shillings a day.





BRISBANE, QUEENSLAND. C. 1915. TROOPSHIP ITONUS (A50) DEPARTING FROM PINKENBA WHARF AS RELATIVES AND FRIENDS FAREWELL SERVICEMEN LEAVING FOR OVERSEAS SERVICE.


It looks like a bit of a party doesn't it?  Close to New Year's Eve I expect there was some excitement in the air.  

At first Roy was assigned to the 7th Reinforcement of the 26th Battalion.  He was taken on strength at Tel-el-Theba on 3 March but then, on 9 March 1916 he was assigned to the 48th Battalion.  According to a letter from his father on page 12 of his file, Roy was a Signaller with C Company of the 12th Infantry Brigade of the 48th.  Shortly after his transfer to the 48th he went to Hospital with the Mumps, then rejoined the Battalion at Serapeum on 28th March.  It's a bit tricky reading the record but what I can make of it it indicates that he then went back to hospital with influenza.  He finally joined the BEF at Alexandria on 2 June and made his way to Marseilles by 9 June.






I have been reading Scott Bennett's Pozières – The ANZAC story, CEW Bean's The AIF in France and the Unit Diaries on the AWM site to get some sense of what was going on at the time.

The potted history of the 48th on the AWM site here gives the best summary:


The 48th Battalion was raised in Egypt on 16 March 1916 as part of the “doubling” of the AIF. Roughly half of its new recruits were Gallipoli veterans from the 16th Battalion, and the other half, fresh reinforcements from Australia. Reflecting the composition of the 16th, the men of the new battalion hailed mainly from regional South Australia and Western Australia. The new battalion formed part of the 12th Brigade of the 4th Australian Division. It became known as the “Joan of Arc” (the Maid of Orleans) battalion because it was “made of all Leanes” - it was commanded by Lieutenant Colonel Ray Leane, his brother was the adjutant, and several other relatives were scattered throughout the battalion.
The 48th’s first major battle on the Western Front was Pozières. Here, it was tasked with defending ground captured in earlier attacks by the 2nd Division and entered the firing line on two separate occasions - 5 to 7 and 12 to 15 August. During the former period the battalion endured what was said to be heaviest artillery barrage ever experienced by Australian troops and suffered 598 casualties. 

The unit diary which you can read online here says the following about the day Roy died and this is the closest I can find to a possible account of his death.

HQ was very heavily shelled from 2.30 to  3.15 with systematic searching fire and considerable damage was done.  Two shells burst in the sap close to HQ dug out and destroyed a lot of signal gear and telephones and also I regret to say killed 2 runners of 48th and 2 of this battalion and wounded 7 others either signallers or runners.  A heavy barrage of HE shrapnel and indirect m.f. fire was placed on these HQ and Sunken Road tracks from 11pm to 3.15am.


Group portrait including General J. J. T. Hobbs (left, seated), Senator Pearce (centre, seated), Brigadier General McNicoll and their wives, on board RMS Osterley, during the return voyage to Australia, September 1919-October 1919 coutesy of National Library of Australia

On 17th February, Roy's father wrote to Senator Pearce, then Minister for Defence,  as follows:

Sir,
 I write to ask you if you could assist me in getting my son's belongings that are over somewhere in France and to unable (sic) you in doing so I am sending you full particulars as to his name & date of death & as I am his father I would like to get all his little treasures whether great or small but it's all poor compared to my sad loss.  I beg to state since my son's death there has been letters sent from Captain McKay that my son had written & not posted.  Captain McKay said they were found in the personal affai  effects.  I also wish to state that no other member of my family are to get these things wihout my written consent.  If you cannot get his things for me will you please write & tell me where I would have to write to .  I remain Yours Faithfully Alexander Duncan.  

Eventually the little treasures were returned.  They comprised:

Metal cigarette case. Hair brush. Comb. Letters. Postcards. Notebook.  Photo. Flynet. Cottonbag.


I don't know if these little treasures survive today, but I will treasure this hand coloured photo very dearly now I know its story.

For more treasures go here.

PS -A couple of very important things I forgot to say before....

Roy has no known grave.  If you read the account of the battle I believe that many were just buried in the trenches due to the incredibly heavy bombardment in that battle.  He is commemorated at Villers Brettoneux and I am grateful to Tracey and Doug for this photo on Flickr.  What a powerful place that must be to visit.  





According to Find A Grave here, his name is inscribed on the memorial.  You can read more here.  

If you go to the Australian War Memorial his name is on Panel 145 as per here.  But most importantly, his name will be projected on the war memorial at the following times:

Tue 28 October, 2014 at 4:53 am

Thu 1 January, 2015 at 1:05 am
Wed 4 March, 2015 at 5:06 am
Fri 24 April, 2015 at 4:36 am
Sun 7 June, 2015 at 9:19 pm
Sun 19 July, 2015 at 9:45 pm
Thu 3 September, 2015 at 12:28 am

Tue 27 October, 2015 at 10:23 pm

I don't think I will be in Canberra at any of those times.  I want to go in March but it will be at the end of March.  If you want to see what it will look like, go here.  Pretty impressive huh?  What a great idea.


Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sepia Saturday 249: 11 October 2014

Picture showing a stage coach with suitcases and bundles on top empty of passengers.  Two men stand beside it waiting with four horses - two bay, two white.
The picture comes from the TAHO (Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office) via Flickr Commons, and is simpled titled ‘Old Coaches 1900’.
Little Nell aka Marilyn from Sepia Saturday says:
There are any number of themes that can be taken from this picture: coach rides, old transport, roof-racks, luggage, waiting, animated discussion, clowning, cab drivers, or whatever else pops into your head. Of course you don’t have to theme and can simply post an old picture or two with a link back to Sepia Saturday, on or around 11 October.
Actually it's well worth going to see the original of this image because it explains the headless horses and the bottomless horses.  And you get to see the driver of the coach more clearly - and the other driver of what I think is a sulky on the right, who is a woman.   So in fact, I think, the two men standing down are probably passengers and there is perhaps a one lane bridge and people are waiting their turn to cross or some such.  Or a chance meeting of neighbours or perhaps the lady has come to collect one of the gentlemen or is dropping him off to the coach.  Who knows.  

Now this week I am going to interpret this very widely to suit my own purposes.  Sorry.  Them's the breaks.  Links to the theme will be bolded in case you don't get the connections.



 Last Friday my sister-in-law Julie (sister-in-law number 2 by birth) dropped off a suitcase to me.  She is a busy woman like me and this was no doubt one of many jobs on her list that day.  She was very surprised to find me at home.  "What are you doing here?" she said.  I reminded her of the procedure on my nose I had to have the day before - the penalty of being a white sheila in Australia - the wide brown land - and of a mis-spent youth, lathering myself in coconut oil, lying on a tin roof and reading Dolly magazine with friend Judith in Canberra and not wearing a hat.  A Basal Cell Carcinoma had to be cut out and I was waiting for son Caspar to drive me to work as I had an anaesthetic and was forbidden to drive for 24 hours.  I am now sporting a very attractive (not) scar on my nose, which all my friends and colleagues assure me will fade in time.  But enough of me.  Back to the suitcase.  

"Pat (sister-in-law number 1 by birth) gave this to me to give to you" said Julie.  "It's all those certificates and family history stuff you gave to Alice and Fay - it needs to be digitized."  "Oh right" I said and left it sitting there - as you do - thinking to self "I'll get to that eventually."

So I opened it on Monday - a Public Holiday in most of Australia for Labour Day.  What was in the bag?



Yes, I could see copies of certificates I had sent to Alice and Fay but there were enticing parcels too.  Parcels like this.



And this.


And this



And so, dear reader, you are about to be assaulted with more photos.  Photos that I don't know very much about but which will take me into new and interesting places, I'm sure.  Let's start with this one.



This is the obverse of the postcard.



So who is this?  I think that is Aunt Alice's writing on the bottom left of the photo.  The writing says "Guinea".  Let me put this in some context for you.  Alice is my husband's aunt - his father's sister.  She was born a Daw originally but is descended from the Hindes and Duncans who were connected by marriage to the Guineas.  The other writing on the card is a bit more difficult to read and I welcome any feedback you may have on what you think it says.  The first word is what is stumping me (I thought it said Deu - others at work think Ken) but the rest I think says sails on 4 of June 1918.  So this is someone who was a bit late to the party, as it were.  Someone who was perhaps too young to enlist early in the war.  

I was drawn to this photo particularly because I am embedded in research for WW1 at the moment with a project at work.  I knew I had to search National Archives records to see if I could find a service record.  I found 8 results for the surname Guinea in WW1.  Of those, I decided this was John Gerard Guinea because of a number of factors - namely age and location.

The Duncans were based on the Gold Coast so I was looking for someone in or near Queensland.  I discounted John Guinea of Dalby because he was 44 years old and this photo is of someone much younger.  John Gerard Guinea's file was actually empty but the item title told me it had been amalgamated with a WW2 file.  When I searched under Guinea for WW2 records I got far more results (5904 to be precise) than the WW1 search.  This is of course because a lot of the action in WW2 was happening in PNG.


Thankfully there is a Refine this search result button.  This is where you get the opportunity to put in a Service Number - NXF41955. And this is what I found.

So now I'm thinking that first word is Den - short for Denis.  What do you think?  There are 54 pages in this record.  Quite a big one.  The WW1 stuff starts properly on Page 9.  

Now of course there are a whole lot of questions to be answered.  Why did he change his middle name from Gerard to Denis?  I don't know if we'll ever find out all the answers. John was living in Northern NSW when he enlisted in WW1 and I decided he was "our" Guinea because his mother was recorded on his Attestation Papers as living in Gilston, which is definitely Hinde/Duncan country. 





At this point in proceedings I am usually searching several sites at once - being a frog, I do jump around, trying to get all the pieces to join up.  I had Qld BDM open, NSW BDM open, Trove, NAA, Ancestry, Find My Past etc.  My husband gets quite cross when he sees my desktop.  I searched Trove for John G Guinea and look what came up!  Another version of the postcard!  Who'd a thunk?

And more sobering this photo - which is also in his file.  

So this is the story I have been able to cobble together about John G Guinea.

At first I looked for his birth in Queensland which I found very confusing. On his medical papers, it says he was born in Warwick.  There is a John Guinea listed as being born in 1894 born to a Dennis and Mary Jane Duncan.  But why would he lie about his age (24 in 1918) and make himself younger than he needed to?  

In John G Guinea's service record, he said his mother was Mary Ada Isabel rather than Mary Jane.  Boys can be pretty hopeless when it comes to remembering details of family members in my experience but surely they remember their mother's names???  So I searched NSW BDM and found a record in 1900 for a John P (Gs and Ps can often look the same in copperplate I find to the untrained eye) to a John M and a Mary A I.  Bingo!  This makes more sense.  It makes much more sense because yes, he was fudging his birthday, saying he was 21 years old when he was probably only just 18 or maybe even 17 when he enlisted given that he said his birthday was the 29th September.

If you search NSW BDM Index for Guineas born to John and Mary from 1880 - 1914 this is what you get.  



John Guinea Snr. and Mary Ada Isabel (nee De Chave) had five children  - Mary born 1898, then John G, then Ellen, then Olive and then Mary in 1908.

So John G Guinea was the only son.  In his service record there is mention on Page 47 of his mother writing a letter on 6 November requesting that her son be kept out of the firing line.  I wonder how many mothers wrote those sort of letters.  

John embarked from Sydney on the RMS "Orontes" as part of the 1 to 8 (QLD) Reinforcements on 5 June 1918 according to the AWM.  He was part of the 4th Reinforcement and joined the 25th Battalion.  In September/October he was ill with the mumps, followed swiftly by influenza.  Then he joined the 9th Battalion.  He was discharged 12 June 1919 but then seems to have joined the Russian Relief Forces.  I'd like to know more about that and welcome any advice you may have about research in this area.  I found this particular article useful and found this record on the National Archives website which I think I will order just for fun.

His service record indicates that he had an address care of the GPO Bundaberg in 1922.  The Qld BDM index shows that his mother died in 1927.  According to the electoral rolls he and his father were working as labourers at Gilston in 1925.  They then seemed to move to Iluka in 1936.  

John married Mary E BUSBRIDGE in 1939.  They had two children Robin Denis and Francis John but according to the NSW BDM Index they died respectively in 1940 and 1941.  Here is a notice for Francis John (4th paragraph on the left)
.  

John enlisted for home defence service with the 11th Battalion at Paddington, NSW on 14 June 1940.  On 7 April 1942 he was reported missing in Malaya. 29 March the following year he is listed as a Prisoner of War in Borneo.  On 9 April 1945 he was listed as deceased whilst POW - cause not stated - Place of Casualty - Sandakan.  

I found this online memorial to him.  It says he died at Sandakan Number 1 camp on 9 April 1945 and that the Japanese records said he died of Malaria. He was POW Number 758.  

You can read more about Sandakan here and here.  It's grim reading.  There was no coach or horses to carry parcels for John or the other POWs. Instead...


Approximately 455 POWs left Sandakan on the first march to
Ranau. They were issued with enough rations—rice, some
dried fish and salt—for just four days, and the men found that
they were also to be burdened with extra sacks of rice,
ammunition and other pieces of Japanese equipment.
Additional supplies supposedly were to be made available at
various Japanese food dumps along the way but the marchers
were often reduced to scrounging whatever the jungle could
provide or by trading their few possessions with the local
people. Most were forced to march in bare feet and the track
west soon became a barely passable pathway of mud, tree
roots and stones. Virtually every night it rained. Over sections
of low-lying swamp a bamboo walkway had been erected.
With the mud and rain, this proved impossible to walk on, so
the POWs were forced to wade through the swamp itself. 
   From  Laden, Fevered and Starved The POWS of Sandakan North Borneo 1945 by Dr Richard Reid (p.27) published 1999

Lest we forget.

Sunday, October 5, 2014

Inmates, asylums, prisons and hospitals


Postmaster's daughter speaking with an inmate from the institution, Dunwich, North Stradbroke Island, ca. 1920
Postmaster's daughter speaking with an inmate from the institution, Dunwich, North Stradbroke Island, ca. 1920 courtesy of Picture Queensland, State Library of Queensland


Yesterday I had the pleasure of attending yet another fantastic seminar held by QFHS at the Queensland Baptist Centre at Gaythorne.

There were two speakers - Shauna Hicks and Pauleen Cass.  From the promo material we were advised that:

Shauna Hicks is an archivist, librarian, and family historian with over thirty-five years’ experience. She is the author of a number of research books published by Unlock the Past. Shauna is a Fellow of the Queensland Family History Society.
and that:


Pauleen is a dedicated family historian with nearly thirty years’ experience in tracing her families and their lives through the records, both online and offline. She writes a number of blogs including Family History across the seas and East Clare emigrants.

Pauleen's blog has long been an inspiration so I was very excited to meet her in person, at last.  Shauna has spoken on a regular basis at the library service where I work and never fails to disappoints. (Shauna - will you ever forgive me??? - what a goose - I meant to say never disappoints - I blame the anaesthetic from Thursday - thank you Pauleen for giving me the big nudge) Everybody - Shauna never ever disappoints.

Both were enthusiastically introduced to the audience as Genealogy Rockstars as per John D Reid's recent poll.  Both have also recently been announced as official bloggers for AFFHO Congress next year in Canberra, as has the lovely Jill Ball.

courtesy of  State Library of Queensland, Benevolent Institution at Toowoomba ca. 1902
Shauna spoke about family skeletons and looking in asylum records. Of course you could end up in an asylum if you were just old or sick and had no living family.  Tragic really.  You didn't just have to be mentally ill.  Shauna looked at the availability of asylum records in Australia and outlined the type of information you might find. 


Shauna reminded us of the value of the Colonial Secretary's Correspondence

and also to look for an inquest if your ancestor died in an asylum.


She also referred to the value of portals such as Coraweb which I keep forgetting to use. Others recommended were the SA Genealogy Directory and Malcolm Ward's site for Tasmania.

Shauna also highlighted the limitation of access restrictions with regard to certain records - for example with many, you can only access the register if the whole of register is within 100 years, so do look at the whole date range. Thankfully Dunwich is only restricted to 30 years.

Not everything is indexed of course so you will have to be patient (no pun intended) but some things can produce gold e.g. the Penrith District Dispensary Register.

Sometimes the name of a ship will be recorded in your ancestor's asylum records - if that doesn't tempt you, I don't know what will.




Cell Block B at the female division of Boggo Road Gaol, Brisbane, 1903, courtesy of State Library of Queensland

Shauna then spoke about missing ancestors and suggested looking behind bars. Shauna used examples, relating to her families, to highlight some of the details you might find in these records.  

She reminded us to think of the context of the crime and that some crimes then would not be considered crimes now and vice versa.  Embarrassment is not necessary if you discover your ancestors behind bars - after all, as Shauna says, those ancestors are never boring!  

Of course those of us with convicts for ancestors are familiar with the crime of poverty and the crime of poverty adopts many forms, e.g. lack of maintenance payments often resulting in jail sentences for men, as in my husband's family.

Police gazettes were referred to often in this case, accessible through QFHS resources at their library or on Find My Past.  Shauna also recommended Judy Webster's index of watch house records.
Of course if your ancestor was in trouble with the law, they may have used an alias, so don't forget to check all the records again for that alias.  Other recommended sites included Braidwood gaol and the blog Old Prisons of the Deep North for some historical context.

Nurses at Diamantina Hospital ca. 1925, courtesy of  State Library of Queensland

Then it was Pauleen's turn.  She spoke about how hospital records can reveal new and interesting information about your ancestors.  She showed us where we might find the records, what is in them, and how they might help solve research problems, especially for those with mining ancestors.


Pauleen reminded us to step outside our comfort zone and to look in University and reference libraries as well as state libraries and archives and to not forget specialist organisations such as Wellcome Trust, the latter of which I confess I was ignorant.  Academic journals are often a great source of information e.g. the history of hospitals.  She also commended Text Queensland to us - an often forgotten resource.



Pauleen also commended the signpost town guides at Queensland State Archives. And she gave handy tips on searching microfilm where two patients can be on one page - look down as well as across!

Your ancestor's occupation or ethnic origin could determine which hospital they ended up in e.g. Cooktown is good for itinerant workers such as pearl divers or railway workers.  Croydon hospital is good for mining people. Ingham Hospital is good for Italian ancestors but she warned us that the records are difficult to read.  Maryborough is good for Pacific Islander records and has name of employer, ship etc

Don't forget that your ancestors may have worked in hospitals, asylums and gaols.  Or that the names of institutions change. 

I have not done the speakers justice in terms of the wealth of information they were able to impart in just one morning - but then, I don't want to give it all away do I?  You need to come along to get the full benefit.  The seminars have finished for this year at QFHS but there are still events on Fridays at QFHS here.

Next weekend I'm looking forward to checking out a few historic buildings such as the Diamantina Health Care Museum at Brisbane's Open House weekend. You can find out more and draw up your itinerary here.

Last but not least, QFHS Vice-President Sue Reid issued a date claimer for 18 April next year for a seminar on Forensic Genealogy with Colleen Fitzpatrick


Sounds just my cup of tea.

Sepia Saturday 248: 4 October 2014


Marilyn aka Little Nell from Sepia Saturday says:


The 4th October is the date in 1941 that Norman Rockwell launched a series of Saturday Evening Post covers depicting Willie Gillis. Rockwell described Gillis as “an inoffensive ordinary little guy thrown into the chaos of war”. Willie made his debut carrying a food parcel and suddenly everyone wanted to be his friend.
No chaos here this week; Alan is on holiday and I’m reasonably organised. All you have to do is choose a theme suggested by the prompt picture: the little guy, parcel from home, food package, followers, magazine covers or whatever else you see. Post your own old images, sometime around Saturday 4th October, with a link back to Sepia Saturday.

I seem to be finding it increasingly difficult to match the Sepia Saturday prompts of late, so I do apologise for my absence.  


Group of people in ship's cabin bearing gifts
Gladys and Cecil Maloney with small girl carrying basket of flowers on board ship c. 1960s

Okay, so this is a picture of Gladys and Cecil Maloney with an unknown little girl carrying a basket of flowers.  I think this is a gift to my grandmother who is going on a trip overseas.  At least I think it is.  Maybe the Maloneys are going overseas.  I know my grandmother used to go overseas with Gladys from time to time.  It may have been the trip my grandmother took in 1964 to come and see us when we were in Scotland.  At any rate, it used to be the "done thing" to give people baskets of fruit and flowers when they were going on long trips abroad.  See the big basket of fruit on top of the bunk on the right?

According to my father, my grandmother's older sister Millie married a station master Frank Andrews who was posted to Lue near Mudgee.  





The Conners met the Maloneys through Millie and Frank and they all played tennis together. 


A group of tennis players having tea on the court
Tennis with the Maloneys - L to R Cecil, Joyce Muir, Gladys, Ethel, Millie and Frank


Cecil Maloney would sell his wool in Sydney at the Show and every year he would come and see the Conners.  The story went that he wasn't too keen on driving in Sydney and that Ted Conner would do the driving from the Blue Mountains down to Sydney.


Two men sitting on top of bales of wool
Ossie, my grandmother's brother and Ted my grandfather on bales of wool

My father was evacuated to the Maloneys during WW2 after the Japanese sub got into Sydney Harbour.  The Maloneys were Catholics and the Conners were Anglicans.  The joke was that by the time my father came home he was very much a Catholic.  


A farm with a Holden in the driveway
Maloneys place with Holden in Driveway

Cecil's full name was Cecil Stanislaus Maloney.  Stanislaus seems to be a name used as a middle name for a couple of the Maloney clan e.g. his brother James.  Maybe it is a surname of an ancestor.  Maybe it's after Saint Stanislaus.  I wonder if this is him with my grandfather.  This photo just has the caption Stan and Laurel (an oblique reference I think to Stan Laurel and Oliver Hardy).

Two men being silly with an axe
Stan and Laurel

Cecil was the youngest of a big Catholic family - 13 children that I have been able to find.  His parents Michael and Maria/Mary Eves/son married in 1866 and then had Patrick, Robert, John, Mary (Polly), Florence Margaret, Ellen Beatrice, Alice Maude, Daisy, James, Richard, Clarence (who died as an infant) and lastly Cecil.

Cecil applied to enlist 17 January 1916 and then completed his Attestation papers at the Royal Agricultural Showground 20 March 1916.  He was described as an unmarried farmer aged 22 years and 2 months born Bara near Lue, New South Wales.  He joined the 9th Machine Gun Battalion as a Driver and was later transferred to the 3rd Machine Gun Battalion.  He was described as 5 foot 8 inches with blue eyes and brown hair weighing 138 pounds.  He embarked 1 May 1916 on the HMAT Benalla A24.

He is mentioned in an article entitled South African Impressions in the Mudgee Guardian 31 August 1916.  Lieut. Dunn said:

Our journey has taken ten weeks, and it was hot and unpleasant in the tropics all the time.  Measles were very prevalent on board, but luckily we had no fatal cases....The following Mudgee district boys with us are now all well: Ken Pyne (Eurunderee), Cecil Maloney (Bara), J. Ward (Mullamuddy), Sgt. Young (Mudgee), Jack Cox (Mudgee), C. Cozier (Cudgegong).  

According to the Rylstone District Historical Society Wiki, Cecil met Gladys while he was in England during the war.  

There is an intriguing entry on Page 16 of his army record which you can view here.  He was granted leave from 9 July to 9 September 1919 Reason Stock ID2 (whatever that means) Attending Drage A Farmer Chapel Brampton Northampton.  I can only guess that he was looking for horse stock or selling horse stock back to the farmer.  I found an article online - reminiscences of Bert Drage from the area who talks about selling his horses to the war effort.  Maybe that is where Cecil met Gladys.  I can't be sure of Gladys' birth but I have found a Gladys Eliza in Northampton at about the right time c. 1902.

Cecil's father, Michael, died while he was overseas in July 1918 and his magnificent obituary gave me much insight into Cecil's family. You can read it here.

Cecil embarked for Australia after the war finished on 18 December 1919 on the Konigen Luise and arrived 7 February 1920.  There is a newspaper article describing his welcome home.

Courtesy of National Library of Australia Mudgee Guardian, 26 February 1920, page 17

Cecil and Gladys married that same year.  To my knowledge they didn't have any children.  Cecil was also successful in winning a block of land in the Returned Soldiers Settlement Ballot - part of the Havilah Estate.

Courtesy of the National Library of Australia, Mudgee Guardian, 1 April 1920, page 20



Cecil and Gladys seem to have been popular residents in the District.  Gladys won Belle of the Ball one year:

Courtesy of the National Library of Australia,  Mudgee Guardian, 5 November 1931, page 13


One year Cecil was runner-up in the Popular Man contest:

Courtesy of the National Library of Australia, Catholic Press, 14 February 1935, page 33


Cecil died 1974 aged 80 - you can see his gravestone here.  Gladys followed him six years later in 1980.  My grandmother outlived them both.

The Maloneys weren't family but they may as well have been.  They took my father in during the war.  Gladys was my grandmother's best friend.  Cecil and my grandfather helped each other.  I still find it amusing that Cecil wasn't confident driving in Sydney traffic and yet he drove around the battlefields of WW1 for four years.  That gives you an idea of what Sydney traffic is like!

Friday, October 3, 2014

Book Of Me, Written By You - Prompt 29 - What's in Your Bag/Pocket?


I'm more than a bit behind in catching up with the prompts from Julie Goucher of Angler's Rest.

Week 29 is - What's in your bag/pocket?

Do you routinely carry a bag or holdall?
What do you carry?
Why do you carry it?
What do you carry it in?

Do you carry differently things on specific days or to specific places?



 

Ah well - you see - I am your worst nightmare when it comes to bags.  I really need Mary Poppins' carpet bag - truly I do.    

Short answers to the above questions are:

Yes

Handbag

Just in case

Lots

No

You can stop reading now if you want the Reader's Digest version.





The long answer is as follows.

This fabulous looking handbag is from best friend Deb in Melbourne who has impeccable taste and access to all sorts of stores of which I can only dream.  It is a Catherine Manuell design in case you are interested in that sort of thing.  I confess I hadn't heard of her until I received Deborah's lovely gift at Christmas.

There is so much crap in my bag.  I can never find anything.  I carry everything - just in case.


Going through my bag is a bit like conducting an archaeological dig.

Believe me - I wish it wasn't.

The detritus accumulates to a point where I tip it all out on the bed and start again.  You can guarantee whatever plastic cards I remove from my wallet are the ones I need the very next day.




  My wallet is from the lovely Michelle House Budget Blitz, whose principles I admire but am not very good at sticking to....separate sections for different budget items.  One day.....

There are library cards of course - for the State Library, the National Library, Moreton Bay Regional and Brisbane City Council Libraries. 



 Then there are the frequent flyer cards for both supermarket chains, clothes stores, book stores, cinemas.  Cards for medical stuff including organ donor's card.  Driver's licence.  Go card for public transport.  Membership cards for professional associations and organisations like RACQ, in case Molly, my car, breaks down.  And a card for my parents' unit.  So I can collect the mail and water the plants.  

Oh and if I'm lucky the odd bit of cash. 

What else is in the bag?


Collapsible brolly which I forgot to declare at the airport last time - silly me.


Glasses - several pairs. Too old now to survive without them.


USB stick


Diary - yes, I know, weird in this electronic day and age but I just don't seem to be able to let go of this particular item.  There are blackouts occasionally you know and computer viruses.


Assorted drugs (if you have an allergic reaction to something,you are very grateful for a readily available antihistamine),  nailfile (work as a librarian like me and you can't survive without one), mints, other vanity items and hand cream for the quickest pick me up I know.  Did you notice that it's a Crabtree and Evelyn bag and handcream?  I love love love Crabtree and Evelyn.  Friend Deb of Melbourne introduced me to them too.  Don't think I was really alive before then.


iPod - funnily enough I never get to use this really.  I should take it out.


Keys of course - to the house, to the car, to the library...and with a lovely key tag from Qld State Archives - bless.


Badge for QFHS library duty.


Lint mit for cleaning black uniform at work - it's amazing how lint shows up on black.





My mobile phone - one day this will be laughably old fashioned.  
Actually it probably is right now ;)




A pearl - I knew it was at the bottom of my bag somewhere.  
A 50th birthday present from sister-in-law Pat.  Wouldn't want to lose that.  Popped it back on my necklace.  Thanks Pat.


Tissues - ever been to a toilet and run out of paper?  Never again!


Paperwork from hospital visit yesterday.  

Yes my nose is a bit sore but I'm all right - thanks very much for asking.  Wine and panadol are doing their job.



Ticket to read at State Archives.



Face mask thingy from St John's ambulance in case I have to resuscitate anyone.  I tell you - I'm hopeless.

And right at the very bottom of my bag.....



Mandarin seeds from my mandarin wot I ate on my home from work on Wednesday night.  I cleaned out the car tray that night but forgot to clean out the handbag! 

That last photo was designed to make you snort with laughter and be glad that you are not as hopeless or as disgusting as moi.

There you are boys - all our women's secrets are revealed.  

So there you go - next time you see me burrowing in my bag, you'll understand why I can't find anything.

What's in your bag?  Do you even have a bag or are you one of those people that just stuffs essentials in your bra/pocket?

Actually here's one more photo just for fun.  I stayed home a couple of weeks ago and in the early afternoon I noticed that the light shone through our semi-skylight type window in the lounge room onto the corner of our bar area at just the right angle onto our various religious icons...

and then I noticed someone had popped in an addition....

"Hmmmmmm!"....said in a Marge Simpson type despairing voice.



Peace be with you.  

And whatever his name is on the right.  I suspect it is one of those dreadful characters from Dragon Ball Z.  What do you think?