Tuesday 30 April 2019

Z is for ...





Z is for…

I thought X was a hard one to write about!  

As far as I can see I have absolutely nothing Family History related to do with “Z”! 

So as far as I can see Z is going to have to be for… Z at the end of the A to Z Challenge! 

I started this challenge with high hopes of completing it and I am happy to be at the end with this Z, even though I have nothing to write about. 

I looked up genealogy words starting with Z and did’t have much luck. I found the following: 

zincographer
A designer who etched in relief a pattern on zinc plates used for printing.

zitherist
A player of a simple, flat many-stringed instrument; rare: a bard or minstrel.

Well as you have probably guessed by now I haven’t found a Zincographer or a Zitherist in my Family Tree. 

I guess I could always take up the playing of the Zither! Then again maybe not, I have enough hobbies! 

So thank you for reading and I look forward to seeing other’s “Z” posts.

Monday 29 April 2019

Y is for ...



Y is for … 

I haven’t as yet found any Y christian names in my Family Tree.  

So what am I going to write about for a Y.

Years”, of course. 

We as Family Historians have many numbers running around in our heads, which often turn into “years”. We deal in years with monotonous regularity.  

Our ancestor’s lives are made up in years. Our research depends on us finding years of birth, death,marriage, schooling, voting, traveling, immigrating….to once again name just a few. 

The more years we can find the more we can tell about our ancestors. The years give us background for putting flesh on the bones of our ancestors by way of stories.  Year dates can give you a place to search for social history to add interest to your family's story if you don’t have a lot of facts.  

When I see building facades with year numbers on them, my thoughts immediately start trying to connect ancestors to that time frame. It is amazing how many times I have caught myself thinking “so and so” was born or living at this time. I find that since starting my Family History journey, I can recall many years, without to much trouble.  Although I do tend to sometimes to mix them up!  

Family Historians I feel, view years in a far different way than the normal population. I know I do!!

Sunday 28 April 2019

X is for ...




X is for... 

This is a joke, right? 

X is for...? Well this is supposed to be a challenge and X certainly meets this criteria!

The only thing I can think of to write about for this challenge without cheating and checking what other Family Historians have written about is...
X

This was often the mark made by our ancestors who were not blessed with the luxury of a formal education. Many an “X” appears instead of a signature on shipping lists, muster forms, census forms, marriage, birth, death applications to name just a few.  

But as my research is still in it’s early days( I have only been researching for about ten years after all) I have not found an “X”.  

Yet!  

I look forward to reading some other's "X" posts.

W is for ...




W is for... William, Wilson, Wedding, Wills, Wells.


As I am writing this in the car after attending a beautiful wedding on the weekend, I guess the most suitable subject for this challenge is Wedding

I have spent the last three months sewing a Double Wedding Ring Quilt for this couple. It gave me great pleasure creating this quilt but believe me it was a challenge! I spent many an hour sewing and thinking. 

Thinking of other weddings, my own included. My husband and I were married on a bright stifling hot summer day over 43 years ago. I think it was about 40degrees in “the water bag” so the saying goes. 

I had 3 bridesmaids and all my nieces and nephews involved in the wedding party. This consisted of 3 flower girls, 3 accompanying page boys, 2 pageboy ring carriers and one just sitting page boy(he couldn't walk yet) and 2 nephews who were ushers! It truely was a family affair! 

Weddings are such a great occasion. To me it is a joining of more than just two people, it can be the joining of whole families. This special  wedding on the weekend was a combination of two cultures, Australian and Vietnamese, and it was done so well.

I am sure there have been many special and different weddings in my Family Tree, I wish more had been documented over the years though!



V is for ...







V is for ...Valma, Vera, Vanessa, Victoria. 

I am going to write about another favourite Aunt. I really only have memories of two aunts and I have already written about one for the L challenge. I had other aunts but I don’t remember them.  

Aunty Vera was my mother’s eldest sister. She was born in 1911, married in 1942 and died in 1980. 

What do I remember about Aunty Vera? I remember her smell, I am not sure what scent she wore but I remember she always smelled the same and I loved it. 

Aunty Vera was always well made up. She never went anywhere without putting on her “face” and “lippy”!  

As a teenager I remember when she visited us and stayed over she would always give me access to her makeup bag. 

The treasures I would find there. My Mum wasn’t into makeup other than face powder and her signature red lippy.

But Aunty Vera had the works...the cleanser, toner, blushing sticks, multitude of lipsticks, foundation and much more that I can’t remember. 

I remember her staying with us when I was a teenager and being allowed to use her makeup. She had this roll up stick of “something” I am not sure what it was exactly, but it was applied to the face. I used it every day she was there and I thought I was the “bees knees”! 

Aunty Vera was also tall and elegant. She epitomised the word lady!

U is for ...



U is for....

Well U is for a lot of things, but unfortunately not much relating to Family History. I have one Ursula in my Family Tree, but once again as she is a living relative, I will not write about her.

So my “U” word will be University.
What does University have to do with Family History I hear you ask? For me a lot. 

University was the biggest influence in the creation of my Family History Blog.

To be more precise The University of Tasmania. Tasmania is a state of Australia and is a little island on the southern most tip of Australia. 

I started this journey of learning in July 2015. I saw a post on Facebook advertising a Diploma of Family History. As I was retired and dabbled in Family History research it sparked my interest. So of course I had to read more and I clicked on the link. 

The initial unit of the course was of short duration and the last assignment was due at the end of September. As my husband and I were going overseas in the October of that year, this looked good. 

The course was free. I have never turned down a bargain. So this also looked good! 

The course was fully online. I am Mobility Challenged so I do like online things. So this definitely looked good ! 

The course was on Family History. How could I not do this, I asked myself?  

So I signed up and I began a wonderful learning journey. I had only gone to school to the age of 16 in 1971. I was apprehensive and nervous. How was an old duck like me(60years young) going to cope with University?  

Once I started I soon found many of my fellow students were of the same vintage or older than me. As it was fully on line we came from all around Australia. 

Two and a half years and a total of 8 units later found my husband and I and a cheer squad of my eldest sister and a dear friend travelling to Tasmania for my Graduation Ceremony to receive my Diploma in Family History. 

University taught me many things, not only helpful in my Family History journey. It taught me that I am never too old to undertake a challenge. It awakened a thirst for knowledge that I really never knew I had.  

University for me was an outlet for my “little grey matter” to come out and play.

Tuesday 23 April 2019

T is for...





T is for…Taylssa, Terencce, Thedore, Thomas, Timothy, Tobias, Toli. 

As most of the above “T” ancestors are either still living or have already had posts written about them, I will diverge to another of my favourite “T” words. 

T is for … Trove! 

In Australia we are very fortunate to have access to an incredibly large free online search engine. It was created by the National Library of Australia. 

It has many categories that can be searched leading you directly to the source and not just a list of websites. The most fascinating and largely used category ( especially by the Family Historian) is the Digitised Newspapers from the years 1803 to 1954. But there are many other categories worth checking out. While writing this post, I logged into my Trove account and in the last hour there had been 19,039 searches. 

The only problem with Trove is that it can be a great time waster. Many a time I have logged into Trove to look up just one thing, and found myself hours later happily saving  many things that I have found but hadn’t planned on. 

If you haven’t discovered Trove yet, do yourself a favour and check it out.

https://trove.nla.gov.au




Monday 22 April 2019

S is for...





S is for … Samuel, Stanley, Stanville, Samantha, Sarah, Sandra, Saxon, Susanne, Steven, Stephen, Stella, Sharlyse, Sonja, Ship, Surname to throw out just a few! 

My maternal grandfather was a Samuel Stanley Briggs. He named his house Stanville and had a courier business called SS Briggs Carriers. So he contributed quite a lot to the “S” theme. I have written a couple of short creative non fiction stories featuring Samuel Stanley. These can be found under Weekly Writing Activity, so I won’t elaborate further here. I do have a fair bit of research yet to do for this line of my family. For those who have kept up with my writings you will notice a familiar theme …. I have much research yet to do! 

Another “S” word that causes me grief is Ship. I have spent so many hours scrolling through ship passenger lists, looking for elusive ancestors arrival in Australia.  Many a time I have thrown my hands up in the air and exclaimed Surely they didn’t swim here!” They are notorious for just listing passengers as Mr or Mrs, without Christian name or even initials. NOT very helpful in trying to find an ancestor.  

So seeing that I am still keeping up with this Blogging Challenge I will sign off now. 



Sunday 21 April 2019

R is for ..





R is for …Ralph, Rebecca, Robert, Robin, Ruth, Ryan, Ruby

Today’s letter is a no-brainer for me. 

Ruby Florence Brandt was my darling mother. 

She was born Ruby Florence Briggs in 1917, married my father in 1941 and died in 1996. 

One of my cherished memories of my mother is her never ending ability to make things, a real homemaker. She was an avid sewer. She sewed clothes, home furnishing, made dolls and dolls clothes and many other things. You name it and my mother could usually make it up for you. 

I remember a childhood of never having to go shopping for clothes, mum took care of that as she made it for me. 

I remember wedding dresses being made for myself and my sisters. I remember her giving me tips about dressmaking and sewing. Not that I really took much notice at the time, but it has stood me in good stead over the years in my journey with the sewing machine. 

They say we turn into our mothers and as I get older I realise that I am more and more like her. 

 I am fine with that!

Q is for ...





Q is for… lots of things but not many relating to Family History. 

I have one name on my husband’s Family Tree beginning with Q.  

This name is Quartermain and funnily enough the Chrisitan name Demaruis was featured in D is for…

As I am only just hanging in there by the skin of my teeth with this blog challenge I still haven’t any relevant information on this particular person, because I still haven’t done any research on her! 

While writing this I have realised that a particular word has been hindering my writing efforts. I have been making a Quilt for a wedding present on the 26th of this month.  

So I guess I could say Q is for ... quilt, as it is interrupting my blogging time!


P is for ...







P is for… Peter, Patrick, Patterson, Paul, Pollyanna, Passenger List, Paternal Line, Pedigree Chart, Primary Source,.

Well were should one begin?  

I have written in other posts on this blog about my paternal ancestor Peter Brandt killed in action in 1917 during WW1. 

I have documented his story in Uni essays and in some short stories. 

Last year my husband and I visited Kings Park in Western Australia. We were moved by the Avenue of Trees, dedicated to Servicemen and Women. There are many trees with plaques attached with the names of men in battalion and units. On enquiry we were told that Peter did not feature amongst any there. 

This sparked my interest and I researched how I could get a plaque for my Peter. After doing my Uni Essay on Peter I found that I had a connection with him. Being single and 42 years old when he enlisted and 43 years old when he died, I was sad that there was no-one to remember him and felt I had been given the opportunity to rectify this situation.  

After corresponding with the Avenue Memoral Committee and filling out the relevant forms I now have a date for the dedication service of Peter’s plaque. It will be placed with others from his battalion. The dedication service will take place on the 18th May.  

Unfortunately we are unable to make the trip back to WA for the service but I do have a nephew that will attend on my behalf.  

I am now happy and content that I was given this opportunity.




Wednesday 17 April 2019

O is for ...




O is for…. Oswald, Owen, Oliver, Obituaries, Occupation, Overwhelming, Offspring, Overload.

Oh, Oooh, what to write for O.

I have not done any research on these names in my Family Tree. So I am at a loss as to what to write.

I have read my share and probablly someone else’s share of obituaries though!

When you find a good obituary they can sometimes lead to very interesting information worth researching. There may be stories about the deceased and often names of offspring that you are unaware of. If the obituary has been written by someone close to the deceased it can lead to a wealth of information for the researcher.

I have many ancestors that chose to name their offspring after themselves. It is when researching these particular ancestors that I run into information overload, finding myself with two Oswalds who are very similar in their search parameters! It is here, usually late at night that I throw up my hands, completely overwhelmed and go to bed!





Tuesday 16 April 2019

N is for ...







N is for … Nellie, Nicholas, Nannie/Nan. 

There aren’t many “N” names in my Family Tree. But my favourite would have to be when I am called Nannie or Nan by my beautiful grandchildren! 

My mother was called the same by my children. I remember before the birth of my first grandchild I researched extensively the different names for a Grandmother. I trolled the internet trying to decide what I would choose. I was thinking that I would like something unique but I couldn’t make up my mind! 

Then during a conversation with my eldest son, the father-to-be I mentioned my dilemma. He looked at me with a confused expression and stated you will be Nannie of course! I was honoured and the decision was made.  

So much for my research!

Monday 15 April 2019

M is for ...






M is for…Magnus,Mabel,Mac, Maria, Mark, Martha, Martin, Mary, Matilda, Matthew, Max, Maxwell, Meg, Micah, Michael, Minette, Muriel, Marcia-Me!


Magnus is a collateral ancestor and I haven’t found a lot of  information on him. I thought it would be a good time to do some research on Magnus Ernest Brandt, with this letter. But it is amazing how soon I realised that there is never any quick searches in Family History so this Magnus will have to wait until another day. I know when he was born and died, but that is about it. Stay tuned, I will get around to him eventually. He does appear in some of my creative non fiction stories about Louisa, though. 

Most of the other “M’s” are living relatives and I will not write about them without permission. 

So the next person of interest and who I have a fair bit of information on, is Marcia-Me!

Marcia Ruby Brandt 
daughter number four was born to Garvice and Ruby,  in 1955. 

I was blessed to marry my husband in 1975 and we have 3 wonderful sons and a gorgeous daughter. Our sons all married and along with 3 beautiful daughters-in-law gave us 6 granddaughters and 1 grandson. 

I am a keen Family Historian and completed a Diploma in Family History in 2017. But I am constantly learning in my journey of Family History and this journey will never end. 

I am very thankful for today’s technologies and the internet. As I am mobility challenged, the internet is a great asset as I find getting to Libraries and research repositories a challenge. It is great to be able to research from the comfort of my own lounge room. I know that the internet has it’s drawbacks and limits but for me it is a godsend. 

When not dabbling in Family History, I can be found in my Sewing Room. I love Patchwork and Quilting and at the moment most days see me playing with some form of sewing. 

I also love painting and along with three friends meet weekly for support, laughter and sometimes we work on our painting projects! I mainly dabble in acrylics and pastels. I love painting gifts for my family and I must admit that I am fast running out of wall space for the projects that I keep instead of giving away. 

My latest hobby is writing. It was during my Diploma that I found I enjoyed the challenge of the written word. Being an avid reader, I soon found that I was able to write without too much effort., although this challenge is testing me! The writing units in the Diploma were my favourite units, so with the tuition and experience gained from these, my Family History Blog was born.

But I have to say that the over-riding passion for me would have to be my family.  







Sunday 14 April 2019

J is for ...






J is for… Jessy, Jesse, Jess, Jessie, Jack, James, Jane, Janet, John, Jonathan, Joseph, Judith, Jemma, Janyce, Jessica.


J names seem to be very prevalent in my Family Tree. 

I have often wondered on the different ways a name can be spelt. When it comes to my Family Tree it would seem that there are a few varieties.

I have a 2 x great aunt who’s birth and baptismal records have her listed as Jessy Kingston Briggs. 

When she was married the newspaper report has her down as Jesse Briggs. (Which is obviously incorrect as this is the male spelling of the name.) 

She appears on her children birth records online, as Jessie Kingston Roberts, Jessy Kingston Roberts and just Jessie Roberts. I am beginning to think that this Jessie wrote on forms whatever took her fancy at the time! Or there is the possibility that her husband filled in the forms and wasn't that crash hot in the spelling department.  But I am tipping that her Birth records are probably on the money. There will need to be a lot of investigative strategies taken to prove the real spelling of her name. But as she is a Collateral ancestor I will save that up for another day.

The next peculiar spelling of a name was by my own parents! My eldest sister was given the name of Janyce. It is an unusual spelling and it does seem strange that our parents chose this variation. 

But for now as I am behind in these posts, I will keep this short and sweet and get onto the next letter.

L is for ...






L is for… Lillie, Lily, Laurice, Laura, Leilani, Lorna, Lucy. 


Most people have a favourite Aunt. I have two one for L and one for V. 

Because this is a post for L…. I will deal with that one only ! 

Aunty Lorna

She was one of my Dad's two sister and I have fond memories of her. 

I remember staying at her house with my Mum and Dad. I don’t remember my Uncle George very much though.  

Aunty Lorna loved cards. Especially the card game of Canasta. You knew you were good if you ever came close to winning a game though. 

I can remember playing a card game of Newmarket with 1 and 2 cent pieces with her and Mum and Dad. I think it was my first foray into gambling. The stakes were high but no-one ever got to keep their winnings it just went back into kitty for the next time we played. But I do remember the thrill of counting those 1 and 2 cent pieces if I won!

I remember the very strong friendship that Aunty Lorna  had with my Mum. After my Dad died Aunty Lorna and Mum even went on holidays together. 

It reinforces to me that you don’t have to be born to the same mother to be sisters.  

So my L is for Lorna.

K is for ...




K is for… Kingston, Kate, Kylie, Kerry, Kay. 


There is no contest with this letter as to what I will write about…it has to be Kingston.  

My first ancestor on Australian soil was Lieutenant Thomas Rowley in 1792. He was granted a convict housekeeper Elizabeth Selwyn and they had five children, although no records have been found that he married her. 

Thomas acquired quite a few Land Grants over eleven years, the earliest of these he called Kingston Farm in 1793.

There are many references to Kingston in my Family Tree. 

Many generations of my ancestors were either born, lived or died at Kingston

Obviously Thomas and his partner Elizabeth and their children resided at Kingston. Thomas’ death record show him at Kingston in 1806. Elizabeth’s death records show her still there in 1843. 

Their fifth child Eliza married Henry Sparrow Briggs in 1826 and records show them living and dying in Kingston

One of their sons Frederick Henderson Briggs my Great Grandfather married Fanny Sarah Perigo in 1866 and they lived and died in Kingston

One of their sons my Grandfather Samuel Stanley Briggs was born at Kingston

I have so much research to do for all these ancestors, it will keep me out of trouble for quite awhile.

Not only did the original Thomas and Elizabeth name their farm Kingston, many ancestors carried the name as well. 

Henry Sparrow Briggs and Eliza named one of their daughters Jessy Kingston Briggs. 

Frederick Henderson Briggs and Fanny named one of their twin daughters Lillie Kingston Briggs. 

Why was Kingston so important and relative? 

I have a theory that Thomas may have come from a place called Kingston in England. There are records on Ancestry listing a Thomas Rowley living at Kingston upon Thames . The publication date is 1792, but he arrived in Australia in 1792. 

So once again it will need a lot of investigative work done before I can accept that this is indeed my Thomas. But it is a possibility.

Friday 12 April 2019

I is for...







I is for… Isabella, Isabel, Isaac, Information, Immigration.

Isabella/Isabel feature quite often in my Family Tree. I have five ancestors at last count with this name.

My Maternal Grandmother was Isabella Galvin. Born in 1878 at Moore Creek, in the district of Tamworth, she was a farmer’s daughter with eleven brothers and sisters.

She married George Henry Brandt in 1907 at Parramatta. The marriage records show that her residence at the time of the marriage was Parramatta. I will need to research how and why her family found themselves in downtown Parramatta after the farm life of rural Tamworth.

This is the beauty of Family History you never run out of information to look for. 

Information Overload is often an ailment of many a Family Historian, but it is usually not the information that we set out to find!

What can I say about Immigration. Living in Australia I have many ancestors who immigrated. Whether they were transported o’er the seas or looked for a better life from whence they came, immigration played a big part in shaping my Family Tree.  Australia is a place of immigrants from all backgrounds.  A real melting pot of flavour!


H is for




H is for… Henry, Harold, Harriet, Harrison, Happy Birthday, History.

I have a few Henry’s on my Family Tree. But the most interesting would have to be my Henry Sparrow Briggs!

What sort of name is Sparrow? Sparrow is such an interesting name it would be a shame to elaborate here with the H’s! I think I will leave my Henry Sparrow ancestor for the S is for…! 

I have found with Family History that I now view history in a whole different way. History can tell us so much about our ancestors. When I have found information and records a little bare on the ground in my research I am able to glean information from reading social history of the time. This can lead to researching a different way, also it can help with writing Family History narratives. By knowing the social history of my ancestors it can help with putting “flesh on the bones” when writing a scene.

I have four children from four different families who share a birth date the 9th of January. The first is a great niece in 2001. Then I have a (H) great nephew in 2014, a granddaughter also in 2014 and lastly another (H) great nephew in 2016. If it wasn’t for my interest in Family History, I doubt that I would ever have noticed this fact. It seems that the 9th January is indeed a Happy Birthday.

How about you? Do you have a particular Happy Birthday date that keeps popping up over the years?

Monday 8 April 2019

G is for...





G is for Garvice, Galvin, George, Geoffrey, Gillian, Gladys, Gregory, Gorman. 

The focus of this post has to be my double “GG” father, my dad, Garvice Galvin Brandt. 

So to follow is a little Creative Non Fiction story that I have been playing around with..... 

With a lusty cry, he entered the world with a rush. The warm Autumn breeze was wafting through the window of the Gunnedah hospital. Garvice Galvin Brandt was born on the 16th April 1914.⁠ [1]  

Isabella was tired after a long labour, but ecstatic that after two girls she was now finally able to present George with a son. Nurse Jackson and Dr Rollo, were fussing over the crib at the other end of the room.⁠ [2]  I wish they would bring him over for a cuddle. 

As if they had heard her thoughts her baby was being placed in her waiting arms. 

Oh my....he has the most adorable, wavy hair and intense light blue eyes. Just like his sisters.

She immediately fell in love all over again. She marvelled at how a heart’s capacity could grow with love with each birth. Her girls Valma and Lorna were loved deeply by her and George, but somehow now she just had more love to share around her children.⁠ [3] 

Suddenly Nurse Jackson was ushering in her husband.

George, we have a son, quick come here and have a look,”: she exclaimed.

George who had been pacing up and down the hallway for what seem like hours, couldn’t hide his smile. But his first action was for his wife, giving her a tender kiss. 

“You look amazing my dear, I love you.”

“Get on with you,” Isabella smiled as she returned the kiss, placing their son in his arms.

“My what a bonny boy, just look at that hair and his eyes,” George whispered, taking in all of his son’s features with wonder. 

Isabella and George were left with the baby boy for a longer time than was normal as there was another baby making an appearance in the next cubicle. Usually the father, was only allowed in for a quick look and then sent home. So it was with a thankful heart that they spent a lovely couple of hours with their new born son together. 

“What should we call him, love?” asked George, not able to take his eyes off the bundle in his arms. 

Isabella, laughed at her besotted husband. “Don’t you have any preferences in mind?” 

“No my dear, I was convinced that we were having another girl and have only ideas for them.” 

“Well, if you really don’t have any ideas, what do you think about keeping the tradition of the GG initials going?” 

“Well you know I love tradition, but I can’t see him as a Gertrude though.”

“No silly, I didn’t mean Gertrude. My name was Isabella Gertrude Galvin. So I was thinking if you like it, we could name him Garvice Galvin Brandt.” Isabella held her breath, thinking that he would think her frivolous. 

“Well my love, I can work out where the Galvin comes into play, but for the life of me I can’t figure out where the Garvice comes from?” 

“Weeeelll, you know how I have liked to read so much in the afternoons while resting? Well Charles Garvice is my favourite author. But if you don’t like it, we could pick another name. I really don’t mind.” 

“Ah, I see. You know what, I think Garvice Galvin, has a real nice sound to it. Let’s go with that, then.” 

Nurse Jackson appeared at the end of the bed and proceeded to usher George out, very concerned that he was still there and holding the baby of all things! What were things coming to, with fathers holding babies. It just wasn’t right!  

But George sneaked another kiss of his beloved wife and Garvice Galvin before he was shooed out the door.  

Looking back for one last wave he was pleased to see Isabella smiling broadly and waving furiously with Garvice in her arms. 

*************
As my parents never spoke of their family or its history this little story is pure supposition!  There are factual elements here taken from the birth certificate, but I have put "flesh on the bones" from my imagination for this narrative.

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1 NSW Birth Registration Transcription for Garvice Galvin BRANDT #1914/19533, Ref No 8922143, Printed 23 January 2017

2 NSW Birth Registration Transcription for Garvicie Galvin BRANDT #1914/19533, Ref No 8922143, Printed 23 January 2017

3 NSW Birth Registration Transcription for Garvice Galvin BRANDT #1914/19533, Ref No 8922143, Printed 23 January 2017.

Saturday 6 April 2019

F is for ...







F is for… Fanny, Florence, Francis, Frances, Frederick, fabric, flannel, frugal, family

I have had a very productive day at a Quilting Workshop today. So my thoughts are filled with all things sewing….fabric, flannel, just to name a few. 

My 3 x Great Grandmother Elizabeth Selwyn was sentenced to seven years transportation to Australia for stealing. She stole an article of clothing. 

Was it a flannel petticoat? During the 18th century flannel petticoats provided warmth under garments of the day.

Flannel petticoats were one of the items of clothing given to convicts from the government on arrival in Australia. Along with other articles of clothing … jackets, shifts which they wore over their petticoats.  

I feel that Elizabeth would have “hankered” after a red flannel petticoat. But alas she would have been given the government stores variety of white. 

But whatever colour, it must have been a luxury after the rough tattered rags that convicts were clothed in on the voyage. The soft texture on her skin must have been a comfort after the long ship voyage. 

I like to think of Elizabeth as being frugal with whatever fabric she obtain during the early days in the colony. I am sure that she would have “up cycled” her petticoat when it no longer served the purpose it was designed for. Along with other items of clothing from her partner to provide warmth in the form of quilts for her children.

I picture her saving all scraps of fabric to make items of clothing for her family. I picture her sitting by candlelight sewing the scraps of fabric together. I picture a basket set aside to house all her scraps of fabric for later use. 

I wonder if she referred to these as her “stash” as I do in this century!

I am sure she would be aghast to see me cut up perfectly good fabric into little bits to then sew back together to make quilts. 

I like to think that my love if fabric has its roots in my heritage. I hope my Elizabeth got pleasure from some form of sewing.


Friday 5 April 2019

E is for





E is for “E” christian names in my tree, Electoral Rolls and everything in between. There are plenty of females with “E” names Elizabeth, Eliza, Eliza-Jane, Edith, Eleanor,Ellen, Elsie, Ethel, Ella, Emma, Esther but only one male “E” name Edward.

Elizabeth, Eliza and Eliza-Jane feature a lot on my maternal side. My 3rd maternal great grandmother was a convict transported to Australia for 7 years. Her story is feature elsewhere on this blog with creative non-fiction stories and Uni Essays. 


I feel she was a strong woman, especially for her time and situation. Many of the early woman in the new settlement of New South Wales, Australia were strong women. They had little choice. From her name of Elizabeth there are many descendants who show up with the variation of her name…. Eliza, Eliza-Jane. 

Electoral Rolls have given me lots of information on ancestors over the years. Many places of residence have been found on Electoral Rolls along with occupations, spouses and siblings. 

As for everything in between? Who of us know when we start on the Family History journey, what we will uncover.

It is not just about finding names.

It is not just about building a tree with with lots of branches.

It is not just about filing cupboards filled to overflowing with documents.

It is not just about the DNA connections trying to find unknown relatives.

The everything in between is about connecting with and honouring our ancestors by finding them and telling their stories. 

The people who although unknown, shaped who we are and where we are going. 

The everything in between shows that we are the product of many who have gone before us. They faced many hardships in a new land and they paved the way with courage and tenacity.

Thursday 4 April 2019

D is for...





D is for David, Doreen, DemariusDulce, Descendant, Death Certificates.

I have a few “D” Christian names in my tree. The most interesting is Demarius, though. The origin of this name is from the USA but I am confident that this Demarius came from England. She is on my husband’s side and I have not done a lot of research on this side yet, due to the bountiful ancestors in my own family. But my curiosity encouraged me to look up it’s meaning and I found that it meant “Warlike”. 


One of my favourite Certificates to purchase is a Death Certificate. There is usually so much information on them. 

In Australia we are given the following information, although sometimes it may not be correct, especially if the informant is not a close relative or the deceased was prone to porky pies! 

Decease’s Full Name
Date of Death
Address
Occupation
Sex
Age
Conjugal Status
Place of Birth
Time in Aust. colonies
Father
Father’s Occupation
Mother
Place of Marriage
Age at Marriage
Name of Spouse
Children of Marriage
Informant
Cause of Death
Length of Illness
Medical Attendant and last seen
Date and Place of Burial
Minister and Religion
Undertaker
Witness
Cremation Details
Registered Date
Notes 

You can glean so much information from these certificates and they often give you other areas or names to search, if the informant actually knew the correct details. 

Often the information on a Death Certificate was supplied by one of the children and their interpretation of events could be sketchy at the best of times. Many of our ancestors had little schooling and access to records, they relied on word of mouth and this could lead to interesting variations of spellings. 

I have a couple of Death certificates with unusual spellings.  For example one of my ancestor's Death certificate in 1883 lists his place of birth as Waber, Sweden.  I have yet to find a Waber in Sweden but I have an inkling that this may be Warberg, Sweden.  I also have his wife's Death certificate in 1915 listing her place of birth as Wessen, England.  Once again I have yet to find such a place!

As to ancestors being prone to "porky pies", I think I have the prime example with this same above couple.  On the 1883 Death certificate for the husband it lists the place of marriage as Launceston, Tasmania.  The age at marriage given would put the year as 1870.  

But here is the "porky pie", because the Marriage certificate for this couple clearly lists the year as 1883!  So this couple had been living as Mr and Mrs for thirteen years and had seven children. The wife was the informant, so she would have known precisely the year she had married and I don't think she could have made a mistake of thirteen years!  

What was she thinking, was she trying to save face?

Whatever her reasons, she took the secret to her grave as the informant her eldest son, also gave the same date of 1870 for her marriage on her Death certificate.

But even so, a Death certificate is still my favourite for gleaning tidbits of information. How about you?

Wednesday 3 April 2019

C IS FOR...




C is for Caroline, Charles, Clara, Colin, Cordelia and Cornelius to name a few christian names found in my family tree. All these names belong to Collateral relatives of mine.


When searching for information on a direct ancestor, I have found that Collateral ancestors sometimes give me information that has been very elusive in my search. 

A Collateral ancestor is someone who is not your direct ancestor. Collateral ancestors are siblings, cousins, nieces, nephews etc of your parents, grandparents, great grandparents etc. 

In other words sideways searches. 

In the early days of my research I always thought that it was a waste of time looking at aunts, uncles and distant cousins. I wanted to concentrate on my immediate relatives. 

But I soon learnt that those aunts and uncles had the same parents as my ancestors, and their records could well have information that is not on my ancestor’s records.

I have sometimes found what I was looking for on one of these Collateral ancestor’s records. 

For example parent’s names in full on a death certificate. As I have said before in a previous post, Death Certificates rely on the informant knowing the correct information. So the informant for a great uncle’s death certificate may have known more information than the informant of my great grandparent’s certificate.

It is wise to have a research log and a research plan before you start though. It is very easy to go down “rabbit holes” that have fascinating tidbits of information. 

Without a plan you will find yourself hours later with no relevant information on who you were looking for but a lot of other possible names for your tree. Don’t get me wrong, it can be a very satisfying journey down one of these “Rabbit Holes” but only if you have the time to wander!

But where do we draw the line in who goes on our tree? I feel that is entirely up to each individual Family Historian. 

I save information about relatives as I find them in one of my Collateral “rabbit hole” searches. Then once the information is proven that they belong on my tree, they are added. 

I enjoy finding relatives that I didn’t know and feel all of our past needs acknowledging, it may make my tree a bit cluttered, but I am fine with that.

I am looking forward to the day when I wander down a rabbit hole for my above Cordelia because...


“It's such a perfectly elegant name” ![1]

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[1] Montgomery, L. M. (Lucy Maud), 1874-1942. Anne Of Green Gables. Boston :Godine, 1989.

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