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    Travels With my Ancestors #31: The Roberts Family Chapter Two, part 2.

    The continuing story of the lives of the Roberts family. Chapter One began here. The first part of Chapter Two is here.

    In my last post, I introduced Thomas Roberts, who with his wife Hannah farmed on land at South Creek (today’s Bringelly/St Marys district). After Hannah’s untimely death, Thomas was left with five young children, a farm and a household to manage. It was here that my 3 x great-Grandmother, Elizabeth Greenwood, entered the Roberts family.

    Part Two: A family between worlds

    Harsh beginnings

    Elizabethโ€™s remarkable life began about 1820, in the English county of Surrey. Her family were poor and probably lived in the slums of Southwark, the northernmost part of Surrey on the south bank of the River Thames.

    Her mother, Mary Ann Preveaux, was a laundress who was born in Paris, around 1787.[i] She married William Greenwood and they had six children. He may have been among the British troops who occupied parts of France, including Paris, in the immediate aftermath of the wars against Napoleonic France. If so, itโ€™s possible he met Mary Ann there and brought her to England with him.

    After the wars, times were hard for ex-soldiers back in England. Numbers in the army were drastically cut. With no veteranโ€™s pensions, they were competing for jobs with thousands of others looking for work, as machines replaced human labour in agricultural, textile and other industries. To make matters worse, in 1815 the volcanic Mount Tambora, near Java, erupted. Though on the other side of the world, it caused a global climate catastrophe known as the โ€˜year without a summer.โ€™ Crop failures pushed up food prices in Britain, adding to the distress of families already on the borderline of disaster.[ii]

    If the Greenwoods moved to London in search of work, they struggled along with their neighbours in the dirty, crowded tenements and alleys of Southwark. Anyone crossing the Thames by London Bridge to Southwark found a very different environment from the more prosperous City of London on the opposite bank. Walking the rough cobbled streets, theyโ€™d have dodged carts rattling past, vendors selling fish, pies, or vegetables, animal entrails draining from slaughter yards. The odour of rotting food and the metallic smell of blood polluted the air. Rats and cockroaches scurried between the feet of prostitutes or pickpockets waiting for their next mark.

    Poor families occupied whatever lodgings they could afford, often a single room with a small fire for heating and cookingโ€”if they could buy coalโ€”with an outside privy and pump shared with many other families. The inhabitants of these slum districts, referred to sneeringly by the better-off as criminal โ€˜rookeriesโ€™โ€” breeding groundsโ€” breathed in foul air from the industries that crowded the riverside and laneways: tanneries, laundries, breweries, glue factoriesโ€ฆall of which dumped their waste into the street or directly into the river.

    Thornbury, Walter. Old and New London: A Narrative of its History, its People, and its Places. London: Cassell, Petter & Galpin, 1873โ€“1878. Illustration: Folly Ditch, near Mill Street, Jacob’s Island, c. 1840. Public Domain. Wellcome Collection.

    Mary, the eldest Greenwood daughter, had a position as a maid-of-all-work in the household of John Heasman, an โ€˜oilmanโ€™ whose shop was near St Saviours. Heasman sold oils for household use: cooking, medicine, lamps and lighting, candles and soaps; possibly also supplying lubricants to nearby workshops. His shop was redolent with the odours of linseed, whale and castor oils.

    Model of a domestic maid in Lancaster Museum, Lancashire, England. Photo by author, 2018

    Mary worked hard for her living: answering her masterโ€™s call bell at all hours, up at dawn to set the fires in the hearths, heat water for washing, empty chamber pots, help prepare breakfast, serve meals, scrub floors and dust furniture, mend clothesโ€ฆsheโ€™d often be the last person in bed at night. She may also have been called upon to do cleaning or other chores in the shop. At least she had a bed to sleep in and a clean uniform to put on each day.

    Her motherโ€™s working days were also long and physically taxing, either taking in washing or, more likely, working in one of the many laundries near the river. Mary Annโ€™s back would ache after hours bending over washtubs and lifting heavy wet linen and pails of water. Her hands were red and swollen from the hot water and harsh lye soap they were plunged into every day. At the end of ten or twelve hoursโ€™ labour sheโ€™d return home in the gloomy evening, wondering what she could afford to give her children for supper that night.

    The whereabouts of William, Mary Annโ€™s husband, are unclear. Itโ€™s possible heโ€™d been imprisoned for some crime, deserted the family, or died.

    Some of the children would also work while their mother was at her labour. Elizabeth was a teenager: old enough to have found work in a factory, running errands or cleaning; or else she looked after her younger siblings: Sophia, Ellen, Robert and little William. The children might sometimes have joined the โ€˜mudlarksโ€™, people who foraged in the thick, stinking river mud at low tide, looking for lumps of coal or metal, lost items like spoons or ringsโ€” whatever might be of use or could be sold. [iii]

    It was a harsh, desperate existence, but none of those children could have anticipated, in the spring of 1834, how fundamentally their lives were about to change.

    โ€˜An agonising sceneโ€™

    SURREY SESSIONS – TUESDAY
    (Before R. Hedger, Esq, Chairman).
    Mary Greenwood, a fine-looking young woman, aged 17, and her mother, Mary Ann Greenwood, aged 45, with an infant in her arms, were indicted, the former for stealing a large quantity of wearing apparel, and other articles, the property of her employer, Mr John Heasman, oilman, of St Saviour’s, Southwark, and the latter for receiving the same, well knowing them to be stolen.
    The case presented another instance of the flagrant offence of robbery by servants, and being clearly proved, the Jury returned a verdict of Guilty.
    The Court sentenced the younger prisoner to seven years and the mother to fourteen years’ transportation.
    An agonizing scene ensued after the convicts were conveyed from the bar.[iv]

    Mary and her mother had succumbed to desperation or to temptation. In stealing clothes and other items from her employer, Mary had outraged โ€˜respectableโ€™ people whose comfortable lives were disrupted if they could not trust those who served them. By accepting the stolen goods, probably hoping to pawn or sell them for some much-needed coins, her mother was complicit in Maryโ€™s crime and guilty of her own.

    Mother and daughter were tried together on 26th May 1834 and sentenced to transportation to New South Wales. That โ€˜agonising sceneโ€™ in the court may have touched some in the courtroom, but was quickly forgotten, as the Greenwood women were just two of many facing similar sentences. Uneducated women, they knew little about the wider world outside their own corner of it. But living and working near the Thames, theyโ€™d have heard plenty of horror stories of sea voyages that ended in tragedy; may have known other families who had said goodbye to a loved one transported across those seas. As they returned to their gaol cell that day, their hearts were heavy with fear and uncertainty.

    The most urgent question for Mary Ann was: what would happen to her five other children?[v]

    ~

    The two women were held in one of Londonโ€™s gaols such as Horsemonger Lane Prison in Southwark, where inmates were separated, even to the extent of walled seats in chapel.

    Just before embarkation on a transport ship, convicts were often sent to Millbank Prison, built on the opposite side of the Thames from Southwark. Designed in the newest prison style, it had a wheel-like layout with a maze of gloomy passages. Over one thousand to-be-transported prisoners were kept in separate cells and forbidden from talking to each other. No visitors were allowed apart from the prison chaplain. The intent was that prisoners should have time alone to reflect on their misdeeds.[vi]

    Left: Millbank Prison in the 1820s, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=545944
    Right: Plan of Millbank Prison, from G.P. Holford,ย An Account of Millbank Penitentiaryย (1828).

    For Mary Ann, her main preoccupations were the children. Thankfully Elizabeth was with them; at fourteen, old enough to do what needed to keep them fed and, hopefully, safe. Sophia was eleven, Ellen ten, Robert five and William, the child in Mary Annโ€™s arms at her trial, only two. What would become of them all when their mother and eldest sister sailed away, never to return?

    Events happened at a whirlwind pace. Arrested, tried and sentenced in May, they were on board the transport ship George Hibbert in July.[vii] In two months theyโ€™d gone from scraping a living in Southwark, to boarding a transport ship. They joined another 142 women in the convict quarters on board, after being spoken to by the shipโ€™s Master, Captain Livesay and shipโ€™s surgeon John Tarn.[viii]

    Also aboard were the Reverend John Saunders and his wife. Saunders had exchanged free passage to the colony for his service giving religious instruction to the prisoners, and Divine Service each Sunday for all on board. Elizabeth Saunders was to perform the role of Matron, attending to the behaviour and well-being of the womenโ€”although the poor woman suffered so badly from seasickness, that for the first part of the voyage her husband had to do her job along with his own. This was a first: an experiment to see if the presence of a Minister and Matron would improve prisonersโ€™ behaviour and outlook during the voyage.[ix]

    Several free women boarded as well, accommodated separately from the prisoners, of course. And there was a total of sixty-four children, about forty of whom were accompanying their convict mothers. The Greenwood youngsters were among them.[x]

    Convicts had to request permission for their spouse or children to accompany them, and this was not always given. Older children were considered capable of managing on their own, and often left behind. And childhood was no protection against becoming a transported prisoner: on the George Hibbert. There were at least two convicts twelve years of age, one of fourteen, one fifteen and one sixteen. Elizabeth and her siblings were not taken on as convicts, though, but as free children of a convict mother. Mary Ann would feel both relief and anxiety for her children as they all boarded the ship.

    What were Elizabethโ€™s feelings? Did she harbour resentment at her older sister for stealing those goods, or at her mother for taking them to sell or pawn? Whatever her thoughts, there was nothing she could do about the situation. The family now had to face this frightening future, but at least they were together.

    Before the George Hibbert set sail, the women had a visit from members of the Convict Ship Committee, established by the wealthy English Quaker and prison reform activist Elizabeth Fry, of the Fryโ€™s Chocolate company family. Ladies from the Committee boarded each convict ship before departure, to distribute small gifts such as a piece of soap, a comb, and some needlework supplies, in the hope that it would give women motivation to keep clean and productive during their voyage. One of the visiting ladies noted that the ship was very crowded, leading to discomfort and the threat of illness on board, but that the Master and shipโ€™s surgeon appeared peculiarly well qualified for the offices to which they were appointed. [xi]

    The Committee women gave a Bible reading and encouraged the prisoners to use their time at sea to ready themselves for a new life in the colony. For some prisoners, it was the first time they had been given a gift or shown kindness by their โ€˜bettersโ€™. Others rolled their eyes at the well-meaning but patronising earnestness of these comfortably off ladies, probably muttering: what could they possibly know of our lives? They should try living in our world, just for one day, then theyโ€™d see things differently!

    Barrett, Jerry. Mrs Fry Reading to the Prisoners in Newgate, in the Year 1816. 1863. Print (mixed media). ยฉ The Trustees of the British Museum, accession no. 2010,7081.5930. Accessed 11 June 2026. https://www.britishmuseum.org/collection/object/P_2010-7081-5930

    The ship set sail on 22nd July, travelling via the Canary Islands off the Spanish coast, then running on with the trade winds to Australia. The shipโ€™s Surgeon Tarn was kept busy with sick and injured women and children, including both Mary Ann and her daughter Mary at different times. Tarn performed his duties conscientiously and only two people died in the four and a half months it took to reach New South Wales.[xii]

    As the ship finally entered Port Jackson on the first day of December, the Greenwoods saw the spectacular bays and inlets, sandy beaches and sandstone cliffs of the harbour. Just before turning into Sydney Cove, they were probably ordered below decks, so their glimpse of the settlement itself was brief. But they heard the boom of the nine-gun salute for the Governor, ordered by the vesselโ€™s Master.

    ~

    Five days later, they were mustered on deck to be assessed and questioned by officials, before being assigned to work roles. Their age, appearance, marital status, religion, place of origin and trade or employment skills were noted. Experienced seamstresses, domestic servants, nurses and cooks were in demand in the colony and were quickly given positions. Maryโ€™s youth and her previous work as a general maid, led to her immediate assignment to work for a businesswoman, Mary Reynolds, who owned a store in Pitt Street, Sydney.[xiii] If Miss Reynolds was at the docks to collect her assignee, Mary, along with most of the others, would have been taken away to start her new position on December 15th.

    The Sydney Morning Herald reported that:
    The females, per โ€˜George Hibbertโ€™, landed on Monday and were distributed to their respective assignees during the day.
    The article noted approvingly:
    The cleanly and orderly appearance of the women testified the judicious discipline and regularity that had been maintained amongst them.[xiv]

    This would have been of little comfort to Mary Ann as her eldest was led away.

    The second blow was that three of the younger children, Sophia, Ellen and Robert, were not allowed to stay with their mother. The girls were taken to the Female Orphan School at Parramatta, and Robert to the Male Orphan School at Liverpool, where they were admitted on 16th December.[xv]Toddler Will was allowed to remain with Mary Annโ€”for now.

    The Orphan Schools were not just for children whose parents had died. Many youngsters were taken from a convict parent, and kept at the school until they were old enough to be โ€˜apprenticedโ€™ (sent out to work)โ€”usually around aged ten. Others were given up by families who could not support them. There were also some Aboriginal children enrolled: some actual orphans; some taken from their families; others brought there by parents who hoped that learning the white peopleโ€™s ways would help for their children.

    At Sydney Cove, scenes of confusion, shock and anguish were everywhere, as children were separated from their convict mothers and sent to the orphanages.

    The women heading to Parramatta, to assignments there or to the Female Factory, the womenโ€™s prison and workhouse, were put on boats and sent upriver. It was a long trip, even on the steamers that were by now replacing rowboats. They would have been both puzzled and fascinated by the sights and sounds as they made their way past the many inlets and bays of the harbour: the strange shapes and foliage of eucalyptus trees and the noisy, brightly coloured birds in their branches. But they were also exhausted, anxious, and drooping in the unaccustomed heat of a Sydney summer.

    Parramatta River, heading towards Female Orphan School. Photo by author, 2018
    ‘Harrisford’, George St Parramatta, the original site of the Kings School.
    Photo by author, 2018

    Mary Ann was sent to work at the newly established Kingโ€™s School, located in a handsome two-storey building known today as โ€˜Harrisfordโ€™, at 182 George Street, Parramatta.[xvi] There were around 120 boys at the school, the majority boarders with some day pupils from the township. They were all sons of wealthy settlers, officers and the elite of colonial society. Two years later the number of pupils had outgrown the original building and the school moved across the river to Oโ€™Connell Street. [xvii]

    Given her previous work in Southwark, this assignment took her back to the long days of washing, scrubbing, wringing, drying and folding heavy linens and clothes. At the age of forty-seven, such work did not get easier. Her hair was greying and her once youthful complexion now described as โ€˜sallowโ€™. There was nothing for it but to work hard and see out her sentence. Then she could see what kind of life was possible for herself and her family in this strange new world.

    Making her own way

    And Elizabeth? At fourteen, she was considered old enough to make her own way in the colony; authorities took little or no responsibility for those her age arriving free. She must have found work and somewhere to live. Sheโ€™d have wanted to stay close to her mother at Parramatta and to her little sisters at the Orphan School alongside the river. There was little she could do about visiting her brother Robert at the Liverpool institutionโ€”such a trip was beyond her means.

    If she had been allowed to visit the Female Orphan School, sheโ€™d have walked there along the river, past thick groves of trees at the waterโ€™s edge, mangrove roots protruding like fingers from the water. In quiet moments she may have seen or heard the eels, slipping along the muddy shallows. They gave the new town its name, from the traditional people of the area, the Burramatagal clan who were named for the eels.

    Once she reached the school sheโ€™d enter through a grand brick archway and be escorted to the dormitory or classroom where she could find the little girls. The children were kept to a strict routine, with mornings devoted to prayers, schoolroom learning (reading, writing, basic arithmetic) followed by lunch. Afternoons were for chores and work skills such as sewing, knitting, gardening, or laundry. They were closely supervised and allowed little free time and even less contact with the outside world, especially their convict parentsโ€”those in charge fearing criminal behaviour would too easily rub off onto the girls.[xviii]

    If Elizabeth was permitted to visit, these were precious moments, making it hard to leave her sisters each time.

    Left: Lycett, Joseph. View of the Female Orphan School, near Parramatta, New South Wales. Hand-coloured aquatint, plate 28 in Views in Australia, or New South Wales and Van Diemen’s Land Delineated. London: John Souter, 1825. National Library of Australia, NLA 135702032.
    Right: In the stairwell at the Female Orphan School (now Whitlam Institute) in 2018

    Having made her own way for two years, Elizabeth married in 1836. She was sixteen; her groom twenty years older. [xix]

    Anthony Shaw was from Lancashire, in Englandโ€™s industrialising midlands. In 1820 he was convicted of shop burglary and sentenced to fourteen years transportation, sailing into Sydney on the Adamant in February 1821.[xx] Heโ€™d been a sailor, listed as a shipโ€™s carpenter on arrival and sent to work at Parramatta.[xxi]

    Above: List of convicts showing Anthony Shaw, who was sent in 1821 to ‘strengthen the Government gangs’ at Parramatta
    Source: NSW, Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856, Series: NRS 937; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6004-6016

    He was known by the nickname โ€˜Dandyโ€™: was this because of a love for flashy clothes; which might have got him arrested and sent to NSW in the first place? Was it his grey eyes and auburn hair, or a confident manner and big plans that attracted the youthful Elizabeth to this older man? Whatever brought them together, they were married by Reverend Samuel Marsden in Parramattaโ€™s St Johns church. Their son, Henry Francis, was baptised there in October 1839.[xxii]

    St Johns, Parramatta. Photo by author, 2018

    Once Anthony got his Ticket-of-Leave or served his sentence, he could work for himself in carpentry; Elizabeth was earning money from dressmaking.[xxiii] Parramatta was a growing settlement with more free settlers and emancipists moving there. More families needing homes, furniture, clothes and household items, some of which could be supplied by an enterprising couple with the right skills.

    Elizabethโ€™s heart lifted when, in October 1839, Anthony brought her brother Robert, now ten, from the Male Orphan School, to work with him as an apprentice carpenter.[xxiv] In December, her own application to bring her sister Sophia to live with them as apprenticed dressmaker was granted.[xxv] It was wonderful to have two of her siblings with her again.

     For the rest of the Greenwoods, though, it was a different story.

    โ€˜Orderly good conduct & industry, or
     Disorderly, dirty & disrespectfulโ€™

    Her mother continued to work at the Kingโ€™s School. By 1841, Mary Ann realised that she had made an error in declaring herself married on her arrival in Sydney. Knowing that she would never see her husband William again, she now applied for permission to marry John Land, who had arrived free as a soldier.[xxvi] It was refused because of that previous admission.

    So she never remarried, but received her Ticket-of- Leave that yearโ€”perhaps that helped ease the disappointment of her marriage plans, because though confined to living and working in a specific area, she was now able to work for an income.[xxvii]

    Sheโ€™d served just seven of her fourteen-year sentence: sheโ€™d met the demands of authorities for women to demonstrate Orderly good conduct, sobriety, industry, cleanliness and humble deportment.[xxviii]

    ~

    Her daughter Mary had not been so compliant. She struggled at her assigned work with Miss Reynolds, whose Sydney shop sold hats, shoes, clothing, fabrics, lace and gloves.[xxix] Mary ran away in May 1835, six months into her assignment. She was detained and sentenced to two months in the Female Factory.[xxx]

    It was a bad mistake that added extra time to her sentence. And, on arriving at the Factory at Parramatta, Mary was put in the โ€˜Crimeโ€™ (or Third) Classโ€”poorer rations, harder labour, no visitors. She had to wear a badge to demonstrate she had re-offended. She might even have had her hair cut short or shaved, a humiliating punishment loathed by the women. Crime class convicts were not permitted assignment or marriage. They had to earn a place in the โ€˜Meritโ€™ (or First) Class quarters through good behaviour. Being sent to Crime Class meant you had been Disorderly, dirty, or disrespectful.[xxxi]

    Third Class quarters, Parramatta Female Factory. Photo by author, 2018

    ~

    She did not heed this lesson, because two months after being returned to service with Miss Reynolds, she absconded again, with her fellow servant Jane Mack. The sentence this time was six weeks. Both were then sent back to the Reynolds household, but they had not yet done testing the system.

    Jane and Mary tried another escape in September 1835.[xxxii] They were again imprisoned at the Female Factory.

    Then, one summer morning in 1837, they stole the key to the back door of the Reynolds house, along with items like boots, stays and silk stockings from the shop, and made another break for it. They did not get far. A constable found them later that morning in the street; they were arrested and dispatched again to the Factoryโ€”this time for a full year.[xxxiii]

    Was the shop-owner Mary Reynolds a harsh and punishing mistress to work for, or were Mary and her friend Jane so rebellious that they didnโ€™t much care about the consequences? They were certainly risk takers, willing to gamble everything on the chance of freedom from a punishing system. But after this fourth stint at the Factory, Mary settled down and did not appear before the Court a fifth time.

    Her quieter behaviour was rewarded. In October 1840 she got her Ticket-of-Leave, well before the 1848 expiry of her sentence.[xxxiv] She was now free to live where she chose within the district of Penrith. Her motherโ€™s Ticket was amended so that she could move close to Mary. The family were determined to stay together from now on.

    Mary met a young man of twenty-one, George Chalker, and their application to marry was approved; they were wed at St Marys church at South Creek in March 1841.[xxxv] George, unusually tall at six foot eight inches, had been born at South Creek, part of a large family that had settled in the region after his parents (both freed convicts) received a grant of sixty acres there, known as โ€˜Elder Park.โ€™[xxxvi] The family grazed cattle, adding to the size of their holding over the years, and George and his siblings maintained strong connections to the family home.

    Sophia Greenwood, now a young woman of eighteen, married another George (Stevens, a plasterer) that same year.[xxxvii] They had one son, William, and settled in Parramatta.[xxxviii]

    Things were at last starting to improve for some of the Greenwoods, though not for all.

    The warrant and the wedding

    Six months before Sophia had left the Orphan School, youngest sister Ellen had been sent to work as a domestic servant for Henry Bond, a tanner at 298 Pitt Street Sydney.[xxxix] She was just thirteen.

    The smells of the tannery were reminders of Southwark: rotting flesh scraped from hides stretched along heavy, curved beams, the sharp stink of lime and stale urine used to treat the skins. With luck her duties were mainly in the house, but the odours of her employerโ€™s workshop followed her throughout her days.

    Sydney Morning Herald, 14 June 1844 p1 Advertising.

    In 1844, she got drunkโ€”very drunkโ€”on wine she stole from Bond, and ran away.[xl] Was she missing her sisters and mother, struggling with the duties of her work, or simply rebelling? A newspaper reporter described her as โ€˜thirteenโ€™โ€” she was actually seventeen, but of such small stature and slight build that she appeared a childlike figure in the courtroom.[xli] An article also incorrectly stated that Ellen fled to her parents at Parramatta, but it was with her sister Elizabeth and brother-in-law Anthony Shaw that Ellen sought refuge. At court she was ordered to return to Bondโ€™s service.

    Life began to improve for Ellen a few years after that. She met a young man, possibly through her sister Maryโ€™s connections at South Creek.[xlii] He was another Georgeโ€”the third by that name to join the family. Mary and her George were witnesses to Ellen’s wedding, held at โ€˜Clydesdaleโ€™, the property where Mary and George Chalker had wed a few years earlier. ย Why did both Greenwood sisters marry there? A connection of some sort: whether through the Chalkers, a long-established family in the district, or through employment at the estate.

    ‘Clydesdale’ c1995. Courtesy Blacktown City Council

    โ€˜Clydesdaleโ€™, off Richmond Road at Marsden Park, was then a thriving community with a large two-storey brick home, stables and coach house, bakehouse, granary and rooms for workersโ€™ accommodationโ€”even its own church. The owner of the property at the time, Charles Tompson, donated funds to build St Philips church on the eastern bank of South Creek. The church was consecrated just two years before Ellenโ€™s ceremony was conducted.[xliii] If either her new husband George Simpson, or her brother-in-law, worked at the estate, that may be why the two weddings were held there.

    In search of quick coin

    1844 was not a happy year for Elizabeth, whose life was about to be turned upside down again, this time due to the recklessness of her husband.

    Big plans Anthony may have had, but he appears to have been a foolish man on the lookout for some quick coin.

    Their son Henry was five years old when she learnt that Anthony had been arrested and faced trial at Berrima Court. Heโ€™d stolen linen and clothes from the local publican, Brian McMahon.[xliv] โ€˜Dandyโ€™ Shaw could never resist the temptation of nice clothes.

    Sydney Morning Herald, News from the Interior, 28 Sept 1844 p4

    At the trial, McMahon described how Anthony had asked for a meal and a bed for the night. During the evening the publican thought he heard a noise, though he didnโ€™t go to investigate. The surprised maid who entered the room in the morning found no Anthony, but a trunk that had been forced and emptied of its contents. The open window showed how heโ€™d escaped undetected. He made it to nearby Bargo where a local constable testified how heโ€™d seen Anthony there with a large bundle, though didnโ€™t think it suspicious. Eventually, โ€˜Dandyโ€™sโ€™ luck ran out; he was stopped and arrested for the theft.

    Elizabethโ€™s brother-in-law George Chalker acted as a character witness for Anthonyโ€”as a favour to his wifeโ€™s family? It did little good, though. The verdict was โ€˜guilty.โ€™

    At the news that her husband was sentenced to six months in Parramatta Gaol, Elizabeth must have despaired. Anthony had held his Certificate of Freedom for six yearsโ€”how could he have put that at risk? She was facing long months supporting herself and their son, on whatever money she could earn herself. She could not even afford to stay in their cottage in Phillip Street.

    No, it would not do. She had to find other work and a place to live until Anthony had served his prison time.

    With a heavy heart and gritted teeth, she began to search for employment.

    ~

    WANTED: A steady and respectable woman as Cook and Housekeeper for single gentleman.
    WANTED: A respectable person to assist in the management of a family with five young children. She will be required to work at her needle.
    WANTED: Housekeeper to look after man, four children.
    One child no objection.[xlv]

    There were plenty of people needing domestic help, especially widowed fathers struggling to work or run their business while dealing with the unfamiliar world of domesticity and children. She would choose one that offered a live-in situation where young Henry could be with her.

    She arrived at the home where the widowed Thomas Roberts and his five youngsters, still grieving their wife and mother, were waiting for a woman like her.

    Widower and wife

    At this time Thomas kept a house in Elizabeth Street in Sydney, as well as the farm and home at South Creek. Elizabeth might have started work in Sydney, but eventually they were living at South Creek, initially at โ€˜Exeter Farmโ€™; later they spent time on a neighbouring two-hundred-acre property, on the eastern bank of South Creek. It was known locally as โ€˜Grayโ€™s Grantโ€™ after the original grantee of 1817. [xlvi]

    Thomas took over the farm from James Badgery in February 1844, in lieu of the sum of ยฃ526 owed by James jointly to his brother Andrew and to Thomas.[xlvii] The Roberts called the six-roomed house โ€˜Woodbine Cottageโ€™ (it was previously โ€˜The Spotted Dogโ€™ public house). [xlviii]  It had a detached kitchen, stables for five horses, a barn, garden and extensive orchards. The farm also produced wheat and hay and cattle grazed in its fields.[xlix]

    Her work for the family kept Elizabeth busy. There may have been a cook, maid or gardener to assist in the operation of the household and farm, but she was responsible for keeping everything running smoothly. There were also five young Roberts children needing her care, and her own little boy to look after. Busy but satisfying, and pleasing to be closer to her mother and sisters who lived at South Creek, after those challenging years apart.

    ~

    Eventually, romance sparked between her and Thomas, moving their relationship from employer and employee to a de facto marriage. Both were lonely, wanting the comfort and companionship of a partner.

    But Elizabeth was still officially married to Anthony. Where was he?

    Given his chequered past, he might simply have decided to disappear. Perhaps the responsibilities of a family were not what he wanted from life. He could have met with illness, misadventure, or died. Itโ€™s also possible that he did come to find his wife; to be told she wouldnโ€™t return to him. Sheโ€™d found happiness in her new situation and wasnโ€™t willing to leave it.

    Whatever the reason, it was the end of their marriage, but she could not legally remarry without a death certificate for him.

    Old and new families

    Late in 1845 Elizabeth knew she was pregnant and in July the next year she gave birth to a daughter, Harrietta Amelia, known as Amelia. At the childโ€™s baptism at St Mary Magdalene Church (at South Creek, todayโ€™s St Marys), Anthony was named as the father.[l] This was a way of saving face: being unable to marry Thomas because of her existing marriage, she needed a fatherโ€™s name to put on the certificate. While de facto or common law relationships were common among convict and poorer settlers, the Robertsโ€™ world was a more โ€˜respectableโ€™ one in which the legalities of relationships were important. It would have shamed both Thomas and Elizabeth to be seen as flouting those conventions. Amelia herself regarded Thomas as her father; he was named as such on her death certificate in 1926.[li]

    Another daughter, Louisa Agnes, arrived in 1848, and a son, Albert, in 1850. This time, both were acknowledged officially as Thomasโ€™ children.[lii]

    It was a busy and crowded family, with five of Thomasโ€™ children from his first marriage still living with them, and her son Henry, not quite seven when his first half-sister was born.

    Despite her new-found happiness with Thomas, heartache lay ahead. Henry only lived another few years before he died in 1852, at the age of thirteen. The family still lived at South Creek, but Elizabeth buried her son at St Johns burial ground in Parramatta, perhaps because it was the church where heโ€™d been baptised.[liii]

    Her family would have provided comfort during those dark days after the death of her firstborn; it was a blessing that her sisters Mary and Ellen both lived nearby, as did her mother.

    ~

    A few years after young Henryโ€™s death, Thomas took over management of โ€˜The Red Cow Innโ€™, a popular hotel in Parramatta. He advertised an inaugural supper to celebrate the Innโ€™s reopening, mentioning the establishment would be conducted in the old sporting styleโ€”a reference to horses and racing, always so close to his heart.[liv] Notice of his new venture also appeared in Bellโ€™s Life in Sydney & Sporting Chronicleโ€”the premier sporting and racing paper, targeting his turf connections.[lv]

    Image of the Red Cow Inn, Parramatta. City of Parramatta History and Heritage.
    https://historyandheritage.cityofparramatta.nsw.gov.au/blog/2013/08/21/the-red-cow-inn-parramatta
    Licensed under Creative Commons CC-BY-SA. ยฉ City of Parramatta.

    Built in the early 1800s on George Street near Church Street, the inn was set back from the road, behind a garden. On modern-day maps, the location is called Erby Place. One of Parramattaโ€™s best-known pubs, the Red Cow was visited by many prominent people in business, government and society circles.

    On the evening of the supper, I picture Elizabeth and Thomas, full of anticipation as the crowd of notables began arriving. The candlelight cast a soft glow along the crowded tables as meals were served and wine poured. Conversation flowed: the latest society gossip, business news, andโ€”of courseโ€”which horse had won the last big race.

    A long, low building with the public bar was fronted by a beautiful garden with pink and red roses, oleander and other fragrant flowers, and an enormous prickly pear. Another building hosted community events and meetings in its large upstairs room, where that celebratory supper was held. [lvi] There were accommodation apartments, a large billiard room and dining room.

    Then there were the stables, described as perhaps the most splendid in the country, capable of accommodating fifty horses.[lvii]

    Even before taking over management of the Inn, Thomas had a business interest in these stables. His son-in-law George Levien (who married Hannah, Thomasโ€™ daughter with his first wife) had been managing the Innโ€™s stables from 1857, and advertised accordingly:


    Mr G Levien begs leave to inform the public visiting Parramatta, that he has taken over the Livery Stables of the Red Cow Hotel, and trustsโ€ฆto obtain the patronage of gentlemen from the interior, as there are good paddocks connected with the establishment {with} carriages, gigs, dog-carts, horses &c, always on hire. NB. As the horses are selected from the stud of Thomas Roberts Esq, they need no comment. [lviii]

    As always, the extended Roberts family was sticking together, in both personal and business matters. Their activities in the equine world were well known and so highly regarded that the mere mention of Thomasโ€™ name implied excellence.

    But Thomas had only about seven months to enjoy his new venture. He was at the Red Cow when, in April 1858, he died after a long illness, noted on the death certificate as โ€˜visceral diseaseโ€™, which could have referred to liver or intestinal disease, kidney failure or other abdominal complaint. He was fifty-one.[lix]

    His son Charles gave the particulars of Thomasโ€™ life and death for the official certificate. While Charles noted his own dead mother, Hannah, and her children with Thomas, he did not include Elizabeth and the three children she had with Thomas. Charles knew the name of his grandfather, the celebrated road-builder William Roberts, but not Williamโ€™s wife, Jane.

    These are the ways in which people disappear from their world and from the records.

    But an obituary, published in Bell’s Life in Sydney on 17 April 1858, reflected the esteem in which Thomas had been held:


    It is this week our painful province to record the demise of Thomas Roberts Snr, Esq. of Exeter Farm, South Creek, who expired at his residence, Parramatta, on Wednesday morning last in his 48th year, {sic} after a protracted illness. The deceased gentleman was during many years a zealous promoter of turf pursuits, with the legitimate view of improving colonial stock, and his premature removal from amongst us in the prime of life, is much to be deplored.

    A month after his death, the executors of his will advertised the Inn for auction.[lx] Sadly for his daughter and son-in-law, George Levienโ€™s management of the Innโ€™s stables came to an end soon after; George was declared bankrupt a year later.[lxi]

    ~

    Thomasโ€™ death could also have spelt personal disaster as well as heartache for Elizabeth and her three surviving children. After Anthonyโ€™s imprisonment, she had built a new life with the Roberts family. Had he left his estate only to his children with Hannah, Elizabeth would have found herself with no home and no means of support. But Thomasโ€™ will, written in December 1856, demonstrated the depth of his attachment to her and to their children, who were aged twelve, ten and eight when he died.*

    This is the last and only Will of me, Thomas Roberts of South Creek in the County of Cumberland in the Colony of NSW, Gentleman. I appoint George Edward Levien of Sydney, Master Mariner, and Richard Driver Jnr of Sydney, Gentleman, Executors and Trustees of this my Will.

    I give and bequeath to Mrs Elizabeth Shaw, my housekeeper, the amount of one hundred pounds clear of all deductions, to be paid to her as soon as possible after my death, for her own absolute use and benefit. And also, if living with me at the time of my death, the whole of my household furniture, excepting my small family writing desk and my Chiffonier, both of which I bequeath absolutely to Charles Hutchinson Roberts, of South Creek, Gentleman.

    As to my farm called Exeter Farm now in the occupation of said Charles Hutchinson Roberts and Thomas Stanton, to the use of Charles Roberts for the term of his natural life without impeachmentโ€ฆand after his decease to divideโ€ฆ into the same into as many equal portions as there shall be then living childrenโ€ฆ

    The one-time cabinet maker left his writing desk and chiffonier to his eldest son: a memorable and treasured legacy.

    The document went on to bequeath to his daughter Mary Jane (now Mrs Smith) and her children, the rents from his house and adjoining cottages in Castlereagh St, Sydney. Two houses in Elizabeth St were left to his second daughter Hannah (now Mrs Levien) and her children.

    Then:

    And as to my property called โ€˜Woodbine Cottageโ€™, known as โ€˜Grayโ€™s Grantโ€™, in trust for the said Elizabeth Shaw during the term of her natural life and from and after her decease equally share and share alike to the use of Louisa Roberts, and {Harrietta} Amelia Roberts, my reputed children by the said Elizabeth Shaw, as tenants-in-common.

    I also give and bequeath to Albert Roberts, son of the said Elizabeth Shaw, and to the said Louisa and Amelia Roberts, the clear sum of five hundred pounds upon their respectively attaining the age of twenty-one years or, in the case of Louisa and Amelia being sooner married, and I direct that the said Legacies each shall take effect immediately upon my death and โ€ฆbe invested by my trustees โ€ฆand the interest or dividends thereof shall, until they attain such age (or if the said Louisa and Amelia be married) be paid to their mother Elizabeth Shaw, towards their support, maintenance and education.

    I direct my trustees to sell and dispose of the rest of my estate to pay all encumbrances and debts and to divide any surplus equally amongst said Charles Hutchinson Roberts, Mary Jane Smith and Hannah Levien.

    I declare that the shares of all females under my Will shall be secured to their sole and separate use, free from the control, debts or engagements of any husbandโ€ฆ

    โ€ฆdated 23 December 1856

    Thomas’ signature on his will. Photo of original at NSW State Archives by author, 2026

    This document, written sixteen months before his death, demonstrates Thomasโ€™ view of his family and his role as father to his children, those born to his first wife Hannah, and his later children with Elizabeth. He left a legacy for each, providing for sons and daughters alike. His direction about his daughtersโ€™ legacies was progressive for this time. He was explicitly protecting Mary Jane, Hannah, Louisa, and Amelia from the common law rule by which a husband automatically controlled his wife’s property upon marriage. That he included this clause for his illegitimate daughters alongside his legitimate ones, speaks of his acknowledgment of them and his desire to provide for their futures.

    His provision for Elizabeth confirms that theirs was a genuine and committed relationship. โ€˜Housekeeperโ€™ was an accepted euphemism for a de facto wife, and his recognition of all three of their โ€˜reputedโ€™ children (another common euphemism, meaning illegitimate) makes it clear that by the time Amelia and Albert were born, the relationship was no longer hidden. They were a couple, even if Elizabethโ€™s still-married status meant they could not formalise their union.

    In an attempt to resolve the legal constraint on their marrying, in 1857 (nearly a year after Thomas had made his will) she had advertised in The Sydney Morning Herald, asking for contact from her estranged husband Anthony Shaw (who had added โ€˜Henryโ€™ to his names) It read:

    HENRY ANTHONY SHAW, carpenter, formerly of Parramatta, supposed to be at Wollongong, if living, your wife ELIZABETH, wishes to communicate by letter. Address to me, at Mr Rileyโ€™s, Park-Street, Sydney.[lxii]

    Missing

    There was a notable absence from the will:

    And I further declare that for reasons which will be fully understood by my son Thomas Roberts, I advisedly and intentionally abstain from giving his any benefit whatsoever under my Will.

    Thomas junior was deliberately denied any legacy, in careful legal language which his father hoped would avoid any challenge to the will after his death, but perhaps also to save the family or the younger Thomas embarrassment that could arise from airing the reasons publicly. Why?

    Two months before signing his will, Thomas senior had placed a notice in The Sydney Morning Herald, warning that he would not be responsible for any debts his son incurred, he being a minor, and allowed sufficient income to defray all his personal expenses.[lxiii]
    Had his son fallen into dissolute ways, gambling, drinking or otherwise spending more than his income allowed?

    Thomas Junior was twenty-two when his father died. Seven months after, he married Elizabeth Ann Woodd, daughter of Reverend George Woodd, at St Mary the Virgin, a private chapel built at Denham Court (another large pastoral estate that expanded to become a small community; now a suburb in the Campbelltown area).[lxiv]

    By the 1870s he was working as the Sub-Inspector of Police in the Young and Hay districts. He died in Melbourne in 1876: his body returned by steamer and buried at Rookwood Cemetery; organised by his brother Charles.[lxv] Obituaries described him as a gentleman in every sense {who} always treated his inferiors as he did his superiors, and his demise is deeply regretted by all who had the pleasure of knowing him.[lxvi]

     Itโ€™s hard to imagine him as someone guilty of some great moral or legal misdeedโ€”though families often hide unpalatable secrets, so itโ€™s not impossible that Thomas had offended his father enough to be cut out of inheritance. But his brotherโ€™s effort to have the body returned from Victoria to be buried close to home, shows that the close family ties were not cut.

    Elizabeth’s story will be continued in the next post…


    [i] NSW Death Certificate Transcription, Mary Ann Greenwood Reg no 1858/5056

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    [iii] Catherine Arnold, Underworld London: Crime & Punishment in the Capital, Simon & Schuster 2012 p153

    [iv] Globe, Wednesday 04 June 1834 p. 4, via https://australianroyalty.net.au/, accessed 8 March 2026

    [v] William was born in May 1832 and baptised in Parramatta the year after their arrival: Reference Number: REG/COMP/3; Description: Vol 03, Baptisms, 1834-1838; Parish: St. John’s Anglican Church Parramatta.
     Via Ancestry.com, accessed 8 March 2026

    [vi] https://www.prisonhistory.org/, accessed 8 March 2026

    [vii] Australian Joint Copying Project. Microfilm Roll 90, Class and Piece Number HO11/9, Page Number 405 (204)
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    [viii] Ian Nicholson, Log of Logs vol 1, Published by the author jointly with The Association for Maritime History, p202

    [ix] https://freesettlerorfelon.com/convict_ship_george_hibbert_1834.htm, accessed 8 March 2026

    [x] There is no accurate shipboard record of the number and names of the children accompanying Mary Ann. One record incorrectly states that she had five sons and two daughters with her โ€“ almost certainly an error in the original or its later transcription. The names of the younger children appear when they are admitted to the Orphan Schools after disembarkation.

    [xi] https://freesettlerorfelon.com/convict_ship_george_hibbert_1834.htm, accessed 24 March 2026

    [xii] Bateson, Charles: Convict Ships 1787-1868, Library of Australian History, 1983, pp 352-353, 389

    [xiii] New South Wales and Tasmania, Australia Convict Musters, 1806-1849, Class: HO 10; Piece: 33. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 8 March 2026

    [xiv] Sydney Morning Herald 18 Dec 1834 p2, Via Trove, accessed 24 March 2026

    [xv] State Archives NSW, Series 4/2246.4, Male orphan School 1834, Letter 34/9179 16 Dec 1834

    [xvi] NSW, Australia, Registers of Convicts’ Applications to Marry, 1826-1851, State Archives NSW; Series: 12212; Item: 4/4513; Page: 7. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 25 March 2026

    [xvii] Jenny Pearce, Kings School Archivist, personal correspondence 26 & 27 March 2018

    [xviii] https://www.whitlam.org/history-of-the-female-orphan-school, accessed 25 March 2026

    [xix] NSW, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Marriages, 1790-1966, Reference Number: REG/COMP/3; Description: Vol 03, Baptisms, 1834-1838; Marriages, 1834-1838; Burials, 1834-1838; Parish: St. John’s Anglican Church Parramatta. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xx] The National Archives; London, England, UK; Home Office: Settlers and Convicts, New South Wales and Tasmania; Class: HO 10; Piece: 16. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xxi] NSW Australia, Colonial Secretary’s Papers, 1788-1856, Series: NRS 898; Reel or Fiche Numbers: Reels 6020-6040, 6070; Fiche 3260-3312. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xxii] Australia Births & Baptisms 1792-1981, Henry Francis Shaw, FHL Film Number 993952. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xxiii] State Archives NSW, 4/2413.2, Orphan School Application for apprentices 39/12945

    [xxiv] State Archives NSW 4/2413.2, Orphan School Applications for apprentices 39/11967

    [xxv] State Archives NSW, 4/2413.2, Orphan School Application for apprentices 39/12945

    [xxvi] State Archives NSW; Series: 12212; Item: 4/4513; Page: 7, Register of Convict Applications to Marry. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xxvii] State Archives NSW; Series: NRS 12202; Item: [4/4147], NSW Australia, Tickets of Leave, 1810-1869.
    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 March 2026

    [xxviii] Gov L Macquarie, Rules & Regulations for the management of female convicts at the new Factory at Parramatta, 31 Jan 1821, Via State Library NSW online, accessed 25 March 2026

    [xxix] 1830 ‘Classified Advertising’, The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW  1803 – 1842), 20 Nov p. 4., accessed 28 Mar 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2196551

    [xxx] State Archives NSW; Roll: 856, Gaol Description and Entrance Books, 1818-1930. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 July 2019

    [xxxi] Parramatta Female Factory Friends Newsletter, Autumn 2026 issue, p5.

    [xxxii] NSW Government Gazette Wed 30 Sept 1835. Via Trove, accessed 12 June 2019

    [xxxiii] The Sydney Gazette & NSW Advertiser, 21 Jan 1837, โ€˜Police Incidentsโ€™, p3. Via Trove, accessed 29 July 2019

    [xxxiv] State Archives NSW; Series: NRS 12202; Item: [4/4146],NSW Australia, Tickets of Leave, 1810-1869. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 13 June 2019

    [xxxv] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Mary Greenwood and George Chalker, 3 March 1841. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 27 March 2026

    [xxxvi] https://www.monaropioneers.com/chalkerjh.htm, accessed 28 March 2026

    [xxxvii] Australia, Marriage Index, 1788-1950; Sophia Greenwood & George Stevens 1841, Vol V. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026

    [xxxviii] New South Wales, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Baptisms, 1790-1916, William Stevens baptism 1852. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026

    [xxxix] State Archives NSW 4/2413.2 Orphan School Applications for apprentices, [39/7249]; 1926 ‘Old  Sydney’, Truth (Sydney, NSW: 1894 – 1954), 5 September, p24
    Accessed 9 Jun 2026, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article168725762

    [xl] 1844 ‘Advertising’, The Sydney Morning Herald) 14 June, p1. Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article12423515 accessed 29 Mar 2026

    [xli] 1840 ‘Police Report’, Australasian Chronicle (Sydney, NSW : 1839 – 1843), 28 February, p2. Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31727700 accessed 29 Mar 2026

    [xlii] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Ellen Greenwood & George Simpson 24 Jan 1848. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 March 2026

    [xliii] https://www.riverstonehistoricalsociety.org.au/blog/?page_id=193, accessed 29 March 2026

    [xliv] “Berrima Quarter Sessions.” Morning Chronicle (Sydney, NSW :1843 – 1846) 18 December 1844 p3.
    Via Trove, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article31744242ccessed 30 Mar 2026.

    [xlv] Sydney Morning Herald Mon 8 Jan 1844, Advertising, p3. Via Trove, accessed 30 March 2026

    [xlvi] Carol Liston, Historical biography relating to land ownership along the South Creek corridor, Sydney, Australia (2014), University of Western Sydney. Dataset available at State Archives NSW

    [xlvii] Deed of mortgage, James Badgery to Andrew Badgery and Thomas Roberts, General Register of Deeds, Book 6, Page 146, NSW Land Registry Services, HLRV, NSW LRS, https://hlrv.nswlrs.com.au. Accessed 6 June 2026

    [xlviii] Primary Application 8474, Parishes of Bringelly and Cabramatta NSW State Archives references: AONSW 6/10119 and K260298

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    [l] Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011, Harrietta Amelia Shaw, 30 Aug 1846. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 30 March 2026

    [li] Australia Death Index, 1787-1985, Harrietta Amelia Tucker, 20094 /1926. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 30 March 2026

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    Australia Marriage Index, 1788-1950 Louisa Roberts & Joshua Curby reg 196/1867; Aust Birth Index 1788-1922, Albert Roberts reg V1850568 35. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 31 March 2026

    [liii] New South Wales, Australia, St. John’s Parramatta, Burials, 1790-1986 Henry Frances Shaw 30 March 1852.

    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 31 March 2026

    [liv] The Sydney Morning Herald Tues 15 Sept 1857 p8. Via Trove, accessed 31 March 2026

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    [lix] NSW Births Deaths & Marriages, Thomas Roberts reg 4781/1858

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    *Probate pack for Thomas Roberts at NSW State Archives: Thomas Roberts Date of Death 14 April 1858, Probate Granted 19 May 1858, State Archives NSW NRS-13660-1 [14/3302]-Series 1-4058

  • Books and reading,  History,  Travel

    ‘Notorious strumpets & dangerous girls’: Convict women in Tasmania

    Plaque at Cascades Female Factory historic site; photo by author, 2026

    Recently my husband and I spent a week visiting some of our favourite spots in Tasmania (hello Freycinet, Bicheno, Ross, Richmond, and the beautiful Huon Valley!)

    While in Hobart, I took the opportunity to go to the Cascades Female Factory historic site. Around 7,000 women walked through the entry gate during its nearly thirty years of operation in the first half of the 1800s.

    The term ‘female factory’ puzzled me when I first heard of it. Essentially, the factories were prisons or barracks to house convicts; but they were also places of work where women laboured at various tasks, depending on which institution they were in and their status in the highly regimented convict system.

    For example, they might be set to weaving, unravelling tangled, tarry ships’ ropes for re-use, laundering clothes and sheets from the nearby town, or sewing garments. Hence the term ‘factory’. The women made things or did jobs others didn’t want to do.

    In addition, these sites operated as marriage market (free settlers or emancipated men could apply to marry one of the ‘better behaved’ women), maternity hospital, and nursery of sorts (although the infant mortality rate was often horrendous).

    I was most familiar with the older Female Factory at Parramatta in NSW, so I was keen to visit the Cascades to compare and contrast the experiences of women there.

    I joined an hour-long tour entitled Notorious Strumpets and Difficult Girls. That quote, by the way, comes from the surgeon superintendent’s report on a transport ship about a youngster, Julia Mullins, in 1826.

    This is the kind of language that men in authority felt free to use about the women in their ‘care’ if they were unfortunate enough to end up in the British justice system of the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. As the guide on my tour remarked, the transportation system was ‘cruel, unfair and arbitrary.’ No one questioned why these women and girls ended up in a crowded, filthy gaol, in a court room, or on a transport ship. The thinking of the time held that there was a ‘convict class’, you were usually born into it, and nothing could change your life trajectory.

    As it turned out, for some women, transportation did just that. If they survived the challenges of the system and served their sentence, some were able to make a real go of it in their new home. For most, the idea of returning home was laughable – who had the money for an expensive fare on a sailing ship? So they made the best of it, and some fortunate ones went on to have lives far superior to what they’d have endured had they remained in Britain. Among these were women I have researched and written about in the Travels with my Ancestors series on this blog.

    The Notorious Strumpets tour told the story of seven women, all of whom had some experience of the Cascades Factory. Mostly their stories were pretty grim, with a couple who defied the odds and lived reasonable lives afterwards. Many factory women had left family behind when they boarded the transportation ships; lost babies or toddlers on the voyage or in the unhealthy ‘lying-in hospital’ or nursery; all of them experienced trauma of some sort from the time of their arrest and trial.

    The strumpets were likely to be those women and girls who were not compliant, who did not keep their mouths shut and their eyes downcast. They spoke out, acted up, made trouble, got drunk, had sex with partners (male or female) not approved of by authorities. For these things they were punished, over and over again. The tour brought them to life in a respectful way, not overly dramatising things (because honestly, their lives were already pretty dramatic) and not glossing over their often troubling behaviours.

    Among the saddest stories for me were the women who lived long lives of crime coupled with frequent homelessness. They lived surrounded by violence, both real and threatened. The odds were so stacked against them, yet they continued to defy, choose their own paths, exercise an agency of sorts. But they lived on the edge, among the most vulnerable in a harsh and unfair world. We were shown photos of some women, usually ‘mug shots’ taken when they entered other prisons after the Factory. The harshness of their world was etched in the lines on weathered faces, the rage or defeat in their eyes.

    If you are in Hobart I highly recommend a visit to the Cascades Female Factory. While only a small proportion of the built environment of the factory still stands, the interpretive centre, displays and tours are excellent. It is a place to learn, to reflect, to pay respects to the women who lived, worked, suffered and survived.

    Statue honouring convict women at Cascades historic site; photo by author, 2026

    One husband and wife in my family tree arrived in Tasmania not as convicts, but as employees in the Launceston Female Factory in the north of the island. They were free settlers and got work at the factory – he as Gatekeeper and his wife as Assistant Matron. These were positions of some responsibility; they were gained (as was so often the case in this era) not through previous work experience or particular skills, but rather by presenting as ‘respectable’ people who would be willing to operate in a regimented and punishing system.

    An engrossing book, prepared by the excellent Female Convicts Research Centre and published by Convict Women’s Press in Hobart in 2013, tells the history of this establishment, through the stories of the many women who entered its grounds as prisoners. Edited by Lucy Frost & Alice Meredith Hodgson, Convict Lives: The Launceston Female Factory is divided into a number of themes such as ‘Out of Ireland’, ‘The mixed blessings of motherhood’, ‘Resisting reform’, ‘Family sagas’, ‘Difficult ends’.

    Once again, the determination of some women to defy, subvert or game the system is a thread that runs through many of the stories. There is tragedy too – how could there not be? – and a sense of the toughness of these people that British society preferred not to think about.

    It’s a slim volume but a terrific read. I felt the coldness within the Factory walls, the longing for home of those inside, the quest for companionship and love, the squalor and overcrowding, the hungry bellies and the aching bones of the prisoners. I celebrated those who survived, who went on to marry, have healthy children, run businesses, find comfort and security in their lives after the Factory.

    This book is a valuable little resource for my family history research and writing. It’s also a testament to the lives of the women who came here most unwillingly to take part in the absurd, harsh and quixotic experiment that was the convict transportation system.

  • History,  Writing

    Travels with my Ancestors #12: Thomas Eather, Kentish man & Elizabeth Lee, Lancashire lass

    This is the third chapter in the story of Thomas Eather, convict, farmer, husband and father – and my 4 x great-grandfather. You can read chapter one here and chapter two here.

    In this chapter, Thomas meets Elizabeth Lee, a young woman from Lancashire in the west midlands of England, who was also transported to NSW as a convict. You can find the first part of Elizabeth’s story here. She is my 4 x great-grandmother.

    When we left Thomas, he had arrived at Sydney Cove aboard the death ship Neptune, and wondering what lay ahead, now that he had survived that hellish voyage.

    In 1791, Elizabeth arrived on the Third Fleet’s Mary Ann, wondering the same thing.


    By the time the Third Fleet arrived, most new convicts were being sent to the little settlement of Rose Hill, later called Parramatta. It was here that Thomas and Elizabethโ€™s paths first crossed.

    Thomas had been first assigned to work in Sydney Town, on the traditional lands of the Gadigal people of the Eora nation.

    The area around the Cove, known as Warrane to the original inhabitants, had already been changed beyond recognition: the First Fleet arrivals had cut native trees and cleared vegetation, planted gardens and sown crops, erected shelters and trampled the sides of the waterway they dubbed the โ€˜Tank Streamโ€™ to a muddy mess.

    What Thomas and his companions from the Second Fleet saw was a muddle of uneven tracks between tents, a jealously guarded government storehouse, military huts, and rough shelters housing groups of convicts. A larger brick residence, set on a hill overlooking the harbour, was where the Governor lived. There was a burial ground and, of course, gallowsโ€”they were not allowed to forget that further crimes could be fatal. Having escaped the noose once, Thomas was not eager to test the limits of His Majestyโ€™s mercy a second time.

    It was a largely unplanned, chaotic space in which convicts were expected to labour to construct the site of their own imprisonment, shelter, and sustenance.

    Sydney Cove. William Bradley, From โ€˜A Voyage to New South Walesโ€™, 1786โ€“1792.
    Mitchell Library, State Library of New South Wales

    The Gadigal, and other Eora tribes around the new settlement, continued to fish in the harbour and its many coves and inlets; their slender bark canoes, or nowies, dotting the waters. They could often be seen walking around the township. Governor Phillip had issued orders that they were not to be harmed, and for the convicts and their guards, the dark skinned, often naked men and women had become a common sight.

    With his experience of rural labouring work, Thomas was a good candidate for assignment to the government farms. Early attempts at farming around the settlement were only partly successful, and the Governor was keen to find land that could produce the quantities of grain crops needed for the colonyโ€™s survival.

    There was talk in the camp about Rose Hill, later called Parramatta (from Burramattagal, the name of the first inhabitants.) Some said the new settlement promised better soils and more land to spread out.  June 1790 saw Thomas working there on the government farm. He lived with other convicts in a large tent hut, one of several spread out like a barracks. Life was messy: convicts fought amongst themselves, some tried to evade the labour demanded of them. They had to prepare their own food from the paltry rations they were given. There were plenty who, unlike Thomas, had never worked on a farm or milked a cow.

    During each long day they cleared the land, dug the soil, planted wheat and maize. It was exhausting work, all done by hand without aid of horses or bullocks. He was used to hard physical labour, although getting over the weakness and illness caused by six months on the Neptune slowed many of its survivors. Each man was expected to hoe or cultivate a set amount of land per day. There was a military guard to protect the farm from theft by convicts, or attack by the Burramattagal people, who were being squeezed out from their traditional country, sacred places, and livelihoods.

    View of Governor’s House, Rose Hill, ca 1798. Dixson Galleries, State Library of New South Wales

    Once the Government farm began producing, they were allowed to labour for themselves for part of each day, after theyโ€™d completed their assigned workload.ย  Gradually, Parramatta became the planned, secondary settlement which the Governor hoped would become more manageable, more civilised than Sydney.

    The convicts did not care about civilised. There was always the threat that rations would be restricted again if the farms did not produce enough. The โ€˜slopsโ€™ clothing issued on the transports was now threadbare. They cared more about the quantity of meat, flour, tea and sugar they were allowed, and where they were to sleep at night. Any dreams for the future were secondary to the business of survival.


    It was to this fledgling community that Elizabeth was sent. Given her previous work in Manchester, she would be assigned work as a servant to one of the officials or government employees. Sheโ€™d spend her days working at cleaning, cooking, laundry work; whatever tasks she was directed to do by her master or mistress.               

    She met Thomas very soon after her arrival and they began living together. There were plenty of couples joined in โ€˜Botany Bay marriagesโ€™: either common law ones or bigamous ones (after all, the other spouse left behind in Britain could hardly protest.) Neither had been married before, and their union was genuine, even if they didnโ€™t have a formal marriage record. And there were real advantages for both in becoming a couple.

    For one thing, they were allowed to move to a small hut, rather than share the larger communal quarters reserved for single men and women. Being one of a couple gave each an ally, a support during continuing hard times. For Elizabeth, it also helped her move away from the label of โ€˜whoreโ€™ or โ€˜prostituteโ€™ given to all the female convicts by many of the men in the convict hutsโ€”and by some officials, to whom they were either โ€˜marriedโ€™ or โ€˜concubines.โ€™

    Wattle and daub hut (detail from Panoramic views of Port Jackson, c.1821). R. Havell & Son, engravers: after Major James Taylor. Museums of History NSW.

    Both were young, unlikely to ever return home once theyโ€™d served their time. They had to establish a new future here. And the Governor and Reverend Johnson were forever encouraging folks to marry and live respectably.

    Theyโ€™d watched St Johnโ€™s Church being built across from the military barracks, and it was here that their first child, Ann, was baptised in April 1793. Elizabeth had given birth in their tiny hut, panting through the pain of labour, with no more than another convict woman to offer words of encouragement and her hand to squeeze. And, like all female convicts, she had to manage pregnancies and childcare around her work duties.

    Church Street and St. Johnโ€™s Church, Parramatta, from a copy of a steel engraving, 1853
    https://stjohnscathedral.org.au/about/history/

    The little girl was followed by a son, in April 1795. He was named Robert after his Heather grandfather back in Kent. (Robert is my 3 x great-grandfather.) Thomas had grown up with the family tradition of naming first-born sons Robert: it had been that way since the first Robert Heather made his home in Kent, long ago in the early seventeenth century.

    They ignored the tales of escapees: convicts who stowed away on departing ships; made a run for the bush; or the Bryant couple who (with others, including a fellow Thomas knew from the Neptune) had escaped on a stolen government boat. Most escapees were recaptured, forced back to the settlement by thirst or starvation, or perished in the alien bushland. The Eathers were having none of it, preferring to keep out of trouble.

    Theyโ€™d remember 1797 for three reasons: Elizabeth completed her sentence and became a free woman; daughter Charlotte was born; and in recognition of good behaviour, Thomas was granted land in the Hawkesbury by Governor Hunter, who had replaced Arthur Phillip.[i] The couple could scarcely believe their good fortune. After their traumatic start in this strange, wild place, they could dare to begin to think about a future here.

    To be continued


    [i] The first of many land grants given to Newton ancestors. Itโ€™s important to remember: this was land that was not the Governorโ€™s to give. It was the land of the original peoples of Australia, and was never ceded.

  • History,  Travel

    Travels with my Ancestors #7: From where the fleets sailed

    This is the seventh in the Travels with my Ancestors series. You may wish to read the first post for context. You can find it here.

    I’m at Portsmouth, in Hampshire on England’s south coast, at the mouth of the Solent River.

    It was from here that the first three fleets of convict transportation ships left England in 1787, 1790 and 1791 respectively. The fleets were made up of ships carrying convicts, male and female; plus officers, marines to guard the prisoners, and ships’ crew; along with one or two supply ships. Surprisingly, there were ‘private’ passengers aboard as well: people chancing it in the unknown of the colony, hoping to make money, to find adventure or sometimes, seeking anonymity after scandal or disgrace at home.

    After those initial three fleets, transport ships set sail independently, at different times and from a variety of ports. It was all systems go for the British authorities, who could not wait to rid their country of their undesirables, the so-called ‘criminal class.’

    Five of my ancestors were on ships of the Second and Third Fleets.

    They were Thomas Eather, William Roberts, Elizabeth Lee, William Eaton and Isaac Cornwell. You can read a little about those underlined by clicking the links on their names.

    Life at sea in the eighteenth century was not for the faint-hearted. There was the ever-present risk of shipwrecks, generally resulting in terrible loss of life because most people could not swim.

    Shipboard diseases and illnesses such as ‘ship fever’ (typhus), measles, influenza, scurvy, constipation or infection could bring death or disability.

    It meant living for months in cramped spaces, sleeping in a hammock or uncomfortable narrow bunk, sharing those spaces with many others – with limited washing or laundering facilities and primitive toilets. Rations were monotonous at best, unless you were ship’s master or among the officers or upper-class passengers. Ship’s biscuit, salted beef or pork, rancid butter, hard cheese, and gruel or porridge, with a ration of ale, or spirits if you behaved yourself – and that was the lot of the crew and soldiers, who usually fared better than the prisoners.

    For those travelling at His Majesty’s Pleasure below decks in the prisoners’ quarters, conditions were usually much worse.

    Especially on the Second Fleet, the convicts’ lot was unspeakably bad. The British government made the mistake of paying the ships’ owners for every prisoner taken on board their ship – not the prisoners taken off at the other end. It’s obvious to see the problem here. Having pocketed the money for each convict shoved into the prisoner hold, the owners and captains had no financial incentive to ensure the wellbeing and safety of these men and women. In fact, there was a strong incentive NOT to do so. By skimping on rations, clothing, blankets, the captains could on-sell saved foods and other items when in port, at inflated prices.

    One ship of the Second Fleet, the Neptune, was the worst of the fleet and later labelled the ‘death ship.’ The ship had been previously used as a slave ship, transporting enslaved people from West Africa to the Caribbean or the Americas. The ship’s master, Donald Traill, had captained the Neptune on those shameful voyages and proceeded to treat the new human cargo in the same way.

    The end result was a shocking death toll, with many bodies jettisoned over the edge into the deep waters below. Those who did survive crawled, or had to be carried off, at Sydney Cove: emaciated, dressed in tattered rags, filthy, and covered in weeping sores.

    Thomas Eather and WIlliam Roberts were among the survivors. One hundred and sixty years later, their descendants met and married: my father and mother. I am always in awe when I consider the odds against the possibility of such an outcome. Whatever their crimes that put them on that ship, those men were tough to have outlasted the months on the Neptune and then go on to prosper in the penal colony that was their new home.

    The outcry about the conditions on the Second Fleet resulted in an improvement for subsequent transport ships, which meant that Elizabeth Lee and Isaac Cornwell had a somewhat better experience on the Third Fleet.

    Having recently travelled back to Australia on an Airbus A380, I remember the feeling of being cramped in the small seats and worn out by the long flight. Then I remind myself to think of my convict ancestors. On the plane I was given a seat, was regularly fed, had clean toilets to use, fresh water to drink and cabin staff to bring me anything I needed. Apart from a few midair bumps and jolts, I did not suffer weeks of debilitating sickness due to the unaccustomed motion of the sea. I had no chores to do on the journey, nor did I have to worry about my fellow passengers’ emotional or violent outbursts or theft of my few, precious belongings from home.

    So yes, I had it easy. Those people on the convict ships did not.

    As I stand at the edge of the historic part of Portsmouth harbour, I look out at the blue-grey sea and sky, and down to the shingle on the beach below. There is a line of old buildings on one side of the harbour; small vessels dot the waters around the fully rigged ship on display. A fresh wind brings the tang of the sea as it blows across my face. How much of this did the convicts see or feel, once they had boarded their ship?

    For those unfortunates on the Second Fleet vessels, the answer is not very much. Prisoners were kept below decks, chained together in twos or threes for most of the voyage, and I imagine that began as soon as they boarded, clanking along the deck in iron fetters.

    For later voyages, prisoners were given regular time above deck, although with the risk of escape always foremost in the minds of authorities, that was often curtailed whilst in port.

    As each ship drew anchor and slowly made its way out of the harbour, some would weep as the expanse of sea widened between them and their loved ones. Others remained dry-eyed as they had nothing to leave behind.

    But for each and every convict, the thought that remained was this: What lay ahead at the end of this voyage?

    I’m happy to know that for three of the four of my convict ancestors, what lay in store for them was a much better, healthier and more prosperous life in the colony.

    Isaac Cornwell’s story did not have such a happy ending. On New Year’s Eve in 1810, he went to a celebration at the home of Patrick Hand at Richmond Hill (now called Agnes Banks.) Another local joined in the drinking until about 9 pm, when a violent argument broke out between the three men. Isaac was known for his hot temper, especially when drunk. One of the others armed himself with a musket. The night ended with Isaac lying dead with a musket ball in his head.

    Which I think only goes to prove that alcohol and weapons are always a dangerous combination, no matter the era or the circumstances.

    I am grateful that the other three survived and lived happier lives than they would have experienced had they remained in England. And very glad to have stood at the spot where those ships departed Portsmouth harbour, two hundred and thirty years ago.

    One last thought: this monument, marking the sailing of the convict fleets from Portsmouth, makes me smile but also feel a wee bit astounded. It’s an ugly sculpture (in my humble opinion) but it is the wording on the plaque that stops me in my tracks.

    It reads:
    This Monument commemorates the Sailing
    from Spithead on the 13 May 1787
    of the First Fleet Conveying Settlers to Australia
    A Great Nation was Born

    Where to begin with this one? Perhaps with the last line ‘A great nation was born.’ This ignores the fact that before English colonisation Australia was already home to several hundred First Nations. It reinforces the destructive legal fallacy of Australia being ‘terra nullius’ – empty land.

    And ‘Settlers’? Yes, as mentioned above, there were some ‘free settlers’, voyaging to the colony of their own choosing. But the vast majority of those on board that First Fleet and all the transport ships that followed, were definitely not there from choice. Most of them did go on to settle in Australia once they had served their sentences, and they may well have been tempted to thumb their noses at the ‘mother country’ because their lives were a great deal better there than in England. Still. The choice of that single word – ‘settler’ – neatly obscures the suffering and trauma the convicts experienced. This is the power of language.

    Thanks for reading. You can follow my Travels with my Ancestors by subscribing to this blog.
    All photos by the author.

  • Books and reading,  History

    Fabulous tale of derring do from Australia’s colonial past: ‘Ten Rogues’ by Peter Grose

    I am a lover of history in all it’s forms, though I have sometimes wondered how my interest in Australian history survived my school years in the 1960’s and 70’s, with the dry recitations that passed for history back then. I learnt about early European explorers and their ‘discoveries’, the names of people – usually men – of note, something about the Depression and the World Wars. But not enough – not nearly enough – of the humans who populated these past eras – their strivings, motivations and follies. Where, oh where, were the dramas, the absurdities, the outrageous injustices and outright comedies, the incredible feats of resilience and courage that peppered our past?

    In more recent years there have been some wonderful works of fiction and non-fiction that have brought this human part of history into sharper focus. From the Edge: Australia’s Lost Histories by Mark McKenna springs to mind, as do excellent podcasts such as Forgotten Australia by Michael Adams or The History Listen from ABC’s Radio National. Fled by Meg Keneally is a novel based on the astounding escape from Sydney by convict Mary Bryant; Esther by Jessica North tells the story of the woman who arguably managed and controlled one of NSW’s first large agricultural estates. And there is now, thankfully, plenty of literature to tell us the stories from indigenous Australia – non-fiction such as Archie Roach’s Tell Me Why and Bruce Pascoe’s Dark Emu; and fiction, including this year’s Miles Franklin awarded The Yield by Tara June Winch.

    Ten Rogues is subtitled The unlikely story of convict schemers, a stolen brig and an escape from Van Diemen’s Land to Chile. As the title promises, it is both a rollicking good tale, and a well-researched true- life adventure. The convict at the centre of the tale is Jimmy Porter, a man who must surely have possessed the proverbial ‘nine lives’ to have escaped the multiple death sentences he faced over his career as a criminal and teller of tall tales. The author acknowledges that Jimmy’s penchant for exaggeration and blurring the truth made the research more difficult (the book is based, in part, on judicious selection from Jimmy Porter’s own accounts of his actions, as well as other contemporary narratives, convict records and newspapers, and some additional delving in Chile.)

    The book weaves all of these together with information on the history of convict transportation to Australia, the grim conditions in penal stations such as Tasmania’s Sarah Island, the historic links between the slave trade and transportation, and eighteenth and nineteenth century debates about crime, punishment and prison reform. It does so in a very readable way, because apart from anything else, the story of Jimmy Porter and his band of escapees is one of luck and misfortune, unwise choices, incredible feats of endurance and courage, and moments of humour and bravado, that might be seen as very unlikely, if they appeared in a work of fiction.

    These are the stories from our past – the funny, the ugly, the tragic, the astounding – that for me, make history so irresistible. Read this book for a rollicking good tale and to learn more about Australia’s colonial and convict periods. It delivers both in an entirely absorbing package.

    Ten Rogues was published by Allen & Unwin in 2020.

    Peter Grose is the author of several other books about episodes in Australian history including A Very Rude Awakening (about the raid on Sydney harbour by Japanese mini-submarines during WWII) and An Awkward Truth (about the bombing of Darwin in 1942). These promise to be just as intriguing as Ten Rogues and are now on my Want To Read list.

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    #2020ReadNonFic

  • Books and reading,  History

    Book Review: ‘Fled’ by Meg Keneally

    Published by Echo Publishing 2019

    What a rip-roaring tale this is! Based on the adventurous and tragic life of Mary Bryant, a convict in the First Fleet, this historical novel tells the story of Jenny Trelawney, a Cornish woman transported for ‘highway robbery’ on the First Fleet ship Charlotte.

    Author Meg Keneally says in her author’s note that she chose to fictionalise her protagonist because it felt better to have a fictional character who could fully own her ‘thoughts, emotions and beliefs’. This speaks to how rare it is to find first person accounts by convict women. We have written records (journals, letters and so on) by privileged women, such as Governor Macquarie’s wife Elizabeth amongst others, but very few accounts by the less fortunate women who made the trip from England, Scotland, Wales or Ireland in the hold of a convict ship, rather than as free emigrants. I assume this is, in part, because many convict women could not read or write. Perhaps the expense of paper and ink was another barrier to recording their experiences. And I can also guess that the crowded, often damp convict quarters below decks would not have been kind to paper, had they been able to afford it.

    Meg Keneally has done a sterling job of working with the historical records as they stand, and imagining the rest. She has changed some historical events and timelines to better fit her narrative.

    We meet Jenny in her home town in Cornwall, coping with the death of her father and then of her baby brother, and her mother’s subsequent descent into depression, poverty and self neglect. Jenny begins thieving to support herself and provide food for her mother. And then she is caught, arrested, tried and sentenced. Off to the new colony of New South Wales, the great social and judicial experiment embarked on by England to rid itself of its ‘criminal class.’

    Jenny is a not entirely sympathetic character, but we quickly begin to empathise with her and her situation. She falls pregnant to a man on the hulk she is imprisoned on before her transportation and so bears a daughter on the voyage to Australia, a girl named for the ship on which she is born. Jenny survives the horrors of the voyage and on arrival at Sydney Cove, almost immediately marries a convict. This was a choice made by many convict women – marriage offered some protection in an environment in which there was almost no duty of care shown by guards and officials towards the convicts.

    Jenny and her husband Dan have a son, but little Emanuel is born into a colony facing starvation. Watching her children become thinner and weaker by the day, Jenny makes a decision – she and her husband must take the two little ones and escape. As they are both from Cornwall, skilled at fishing and boats, the logical escape route seems to be by the sea itself.

    And that’s what they do – steal the government cutter and some supplies, and in the dark of night they sail out of Sydney Heads and set their course north. And here their adventures begin…as if they had not already had enough adventures for one lifetime!

    I won’t give away any more of the plot, although if you know the original Mary Bryant’s story you can guess at much of the rest, with a few differences. It’s a tale of heroism, determination, tragedy and love, with some stupidity and cruelty thrown in. Another reminder of the dramas of our history – crammed full as it is with ordinary people facing the sorts of dangers and hardships that most of today’s Australians could only try to imagine.

    Meg Keneally has done a wonderful service to this incredible, larger- than- life story. Her Jenny Trelawney is an Australian literary heroine to be proud of.

  • History

    The intriguing mystery of Margaret Catchpole

    In the kitchen at ‘Durham Bowes’ in Richmond, the historic home built in 1812 where Margaret worked.


    How can someone be raised in a district and know so little about the stories of the people and places in its past?
    I was born and raised in the Hawkesbury, arguably one of the most historically rich regions in Australia in terms of European settlement and early contact with our nationโ€™s First Peoples. I learnt the basics in school of course, about Governor Macquarieโ€™s โ€˜Five Townsโ€™, of which Richmond was one.

    But I certainly didnโ€™t learn much about some of the more colourful personalities of these times. Margaret Catchpole is a case in point.


    Margaret arrived on the Nile in 1801, transported for escaping from gaol, after being imprisoned for stealing a horse (while dressed as a boy). Remarkably, she was one of the relatively rare convicts who could read and write, and exchanged many letters and gifts with her old employer in Sussex โ€“ from whom she had stolen the horse! There must have been a warm relationship between these two women, for the ostensibly wronged one to continue to write to an ex-employee who had stolen from her family. Even more remarkably, she kept Margaretโ€™s letters, so historians have had the opportunity to learn about convict life and experiences at this time.

    On a recent tour organised by the Hawkesbury Historical Society, I had the opportunity to discover Margaret and walk around the spots where she lived and worked.
    You can check out the Historical Societyโ€™s website here: https://www.hawkesbury.net.au/


    Margaret worked for some of the most prominent English settlers around the Hawkesbury, for whom many roads and other features are named: the Dight, Pitt, Faithful, Skinner and Wood families. She delivered babies, cared for small children, cooked, nursed sick family members, and performed many other tasks for her assigned masters and mistresses. She apparently made several trips into Parramatta or Sydney from the Hawkesbury โ€“ on foot. No mean feat considering the distance, the dangers and the isolation at that time.


    She also helped save several members of the Dight family, helping them to the roof of their cottage on the Richmond lowlands during the devastating flood of 1806.


    She eventually received a pardon in 1814. She was 58 years old by then and sadly only lived another five years as a free woman. She is buried in the first cemetery established in Richmond, across from St Peters church. The mystery surrounding her actual burial site is another aspect of her story, one that continues to intrigue today.


    I have a sneaking suspicion that Margaret (or someone very much like her) might become a character in my next fiction project, which will be set in the Hawkesbury district.

  • Books and reading,  History,  Writing

    Book(s) Review: ‘The Monsarrat Series’ by Tom & Meg Keneally

    The ‘Monsarrat series’ comprises three books (at time of this post):
    The Soldier’s Curse, The Unmourned, The Power Game

    No surprise that I was drawn to this seriesย  – they are, to date, three novels of historical fiction, setย  in several different locations in convict era Australia. Another draw card was the fact that they were co-written. I’ve always been a little fascinated by how the co-authoring process works, and this is an intriguing father and daughter team: well loved Australian author Tom Keneally and his daughter Meg. If I had the chance, I’d love to sit down with the authors and find out more. Who writes which bits? Which of them comes up with the initial ideas? Do they meet physically to discuss, plan and plot their stories, or is it an online or Skype process?

    The stories centre around Hugh Monsarrat, who we first meet at Port Macquarie penal colony in NSW, while he is serving out his sentence for fraud, in the early part of nineteenth century NSW. Hugh is an educated man whose intelligence and aspirations outstripped his means, tempting him to pass himself off as a lawyer in England. His deception is discovered andย  he is shipped off to NSW on a convict transport.

    The books take the form of classic “whodunnits”, as for one reason or another, Hugh is tasked with solving murders that occur where he happens to be: Port Macquarie in book one, the Parramatta Female Factory in book two, and Maria Island (off Tasmania’s coast) in book three. There are plenty of opportunities for guesswork by the reader, with red herringsย  planted throughout, and various characters having their own reasons to commit a murder.

    A truly delightful character who appears in each book is Mrs Mulroony, a forthright Irish woman who has already served her sentence and becomes Hugh’s offsider. Mrs Mulroony is a woman of many talents, including skillful tea making and shortbread baking, to which she adds a fierce intelligence and the ability to accurately read people and situations – usually much more astutely than Hugh himself.

    The books have a droll humorous tone, with believable characters and intriguing story lines. What I also enjoyed is their examination of the social, economic and political forces at play in colonial times, and the way in which these impact on the various characters.

    If you are looking for well written historical fiction set in early Australia, peopled by characters you can fall in love with, you won’t be disappointed in these stories.I read that the books have been optioned for a TV series and very much hope that will eventuate.