• History,  Writing

    Travels with my Ancestors #29: The Rags to Riches Tale of the Roberts Family Part Five

    King St looking East’ by Andrew Garling c 1843.
    Source: https://dictionaryofsydney.org/media/3068, accessed 11 April 2026

    This is Part Five of the epic story of my 4 x great-grandparents, William Roberts and Jane Longhurst.
    In Part Four we saw Jane coping with the death of William in 1819, and his care for the family via generous legacies in his will. Jane continued to forge her way through colonial business and society as a widow, independently wealthy and answering to no one.
    Was this about to change?


    Part Five: Introducing William (2)

    Another William was about to enter Janeโ€™s life. William Hutchinson, like Jane and the first William, had been a convict. He had broken into a London home and stolen goods worth over ยฃ168; at his trial at the Old Bailey in 1796 he was sentenced to death, which was later commuted to transportation for life. He either had some influence wielded on his behalf, or he was lucky, because the sentence was then reduced to seven years.[i] He arrived on the Hillsborough in 1799.[ii]

    Once in New South Wales he had a rather chequered career. In Sydney, he was convicted of theft from the Government Storesโ€”a serious crime at a time when the settlement faced food insecurity, verging on starvation levels in its first decade. A few years earlier and William would have been hung for the crime; instead, he was sent to Norfolk Island, a penal settlement which also served as a place of secondary punishment.[iii]

    There he met and married Mary Chapman (or Cooper), herself a transported convict, and they had eight children.[iv] Two of their daughters, Hannah and Martha, would feature in the Roberts family story in years to come.

    William was industrious and well behaved on Norfolk; he was soon appointed overseer of government stock, acting superintendent of convicts in 1803 and then superintendent in 1809.[v] He may have smothered a smile at these appointmentsโ€”overseer of the government stores, after having stolen from them so recently in Sydney!

    When the government gave orders that the Norfolk Island settlement was to close, he oversaw the evacuation of the last inhabitants in 1814โ€”a complex operationโ€”winning himself a recommendation to Governor Macquarie.[vi]

    Back in Sydney, he was made the Principal Superintendent of Convicts and Public Worksโ€”a prestigious and powerful position for a twice-offending convict. He was now responsible for the assignment of convicts, and he had gained the ear of the Governor.[vii] He had control over newly arriving convictsโ€™ possessions and any money they brought with themโ€”which, some suspected, he sometimes invested to his own benefit.[viii]

    Was William just very good at any task he set his mind to? Or a smooth-talking opportunist? Perhaps he was a blend of both. Itโ€™s easy to imagine his grey eyes twinkling as he charmed people with tales of his adventures and successes. However it happened, he certainly won favour with the Governor. His next appointment was the highly sought after Principal Wharfinger (supervisor of the wharf) which gave him influence over the movements of ships in and out of the harbourโ€”and their cargo.[ix]

    In 1819 his wife Mary sailed back to England on the Shipley, along with returning regiment officers and naval surgeons.[x] This may have been an amicable separation; perhaps she was in bad healthโ€” or was Mary escaping from her husband or from life in the colony? She did not take the children with her: in 1822 they were living with their father.[xi] Itโ€™s possible that William held the children back from their mother if the separation was contested. As their father, he had complete custody and control over them. Itโ€™s likely Mary died within a few years of her returnโ€” that is, if her husband did not commit bigamy a few years later.

    Some of his conduct came to the attention of Commissioner John Thomas Bigge, sent by the authorities in England to investigate matters concerning transportation to the colony. It would not have helped Williamโ€™s case that he was an ally of Governor Macquarie who was at odds with Bigge and his commission. Despite this Bigge did not find any evidence to support a claim of wrongdoing on Williamโ€™s part.[xii]

    By the 1820s, William was an important and influential person. He owned pastoral properties south of Sydney, real estate in the main towns of the colony, business concerns such as the Waterloo Flour Mill, and was a founding director of the Bank of New South Wales.[xiii] He built a handsome sandstone house in Sydney on the corner of Pitt and Campbell Streets.[xiv]

    He was active in various campaigns to increase civil rights in the colony.[xv] Williamโ€™s trajectory was very much in line with Governor Macquarieโ€™s belief that once they had served their sentence, convicts should be given every opportunity to become productive citizens on an equal basis with free settlers.

    A happy second marriage?

    William Hutchinson and Jane almost certainly met in Sydney. It could have been his role at the Bank that brought him into contact with the widowed Jane after her first husbandโ€™s death. Jane recognised a dynamic, forward-thinking man when she saw one. Hutchinson had been one of the three witnesses to her first husbandโ€™s will a few years earlier; settler society was small and networks brought people together in the commercial world of Sydney.

    William Hutchinson’s signature as witness to the will of Jane’s first William.
    Photograph by author of original document at NSW State Archives in 2026

    They married in 1825, blending their large families in the process. [xvi]

    A certain amount of blending had already taken place. Janeโ€™s son Thomas, one of her twin boys, had developed a relationship with his new stepfatherโ€™s daughter Hannah. They married in 1828 when Thomas was twenty-one and his bride seventeen.[xvii]

    Ann (โ€˜young Janeโ€™) had died so tragically the year before, and Janeโ€™s older children were mostly independent by then. Four of Hutchinsonโ€™s children were living with him in 1828, though none of Janeโ€™s appeared on the household list in the Census of that year.[xviii]

    ~

    Was Jane happy with her second William? Perhaps not. In the year following their marriage, there is a record of โ€˜Jane Hutchinsonโ€™ being sent to the Female Factory, the womenโ€™s prison at Parramatta, for one month. Her crime? Living in a state of prostitution. [xix]

    According to a newspaper report, Jane had deserted her husband and children and was staying with a Ticket-of-Leave man, William Menzies. This is what led to the charge of โ€˜prostitutionโ€™; a term flung at any woman found living with a man other than her husband. Menzies was convicted of having harboured and concealed the said Jane. He had his Ticket cancelled and was returned to convict labour.[xx]

    The Gaol Entry record showing Jane’s admission in January 1826.
    Source: Ancestry.com, accessed 11 April 2026

    There were at least several other women called Jane Hutchinson who committed various crimes in this period, resulting in time in the Female Factory, Sydney Gaol, and even the โ€˜lunatic asylum.โ€™ Was this newspaper reporting the arrest of the wrong Jane? If not, what could have made Jane seek shelter with Menzies, so soon after her marriage to Hutchinson? She was, after all, a wealthy woman in her own right and capable of supporting herself, should she have regretted her choice of second husband.

    Source: Sydney Gazette & NSW Advertiser 12 Jan 1826 p3 Police Reports. Via Trove, accessed 11 April 2026

    A clue might be found in a court case held ten years later, at the Sydney Quarter Sessions of July 1836. Janeโ€™s son Charles was before the court on a charge of assaulting his stepfather, William Hutchinson.

    Witnesses testified that at tea-time on 5th of May, Charles and his brother Joseph burst into the Hutchinson house in Pitt Street. Jane appeared beside them, described by Joseph as having the appearance of much ill usage. Charles confronted William in the hallway, calling him a damned infernal scoundrel for having hit his mother and hurled a glass at her.

    He threw William to the floor and knelt on his chest, until blood gushed from his mouth. William grabbed a knife and the Roberts men ran off, with Charles crying out My mother has been the making of you! ย It appeared that when William had hit her, Jane had sent a maid to tell her sons what had happened and the brothers rushed to the house to get her out of harmโ€™s way.

    When giving his own testimony, Hutchinson freely admitted that:

    he had hit her {Jane} and would do so again under similar circumstances; I struck her six times with my hand whip; I did not strike her with a tumbler; I threw one at herโ€ฆshe may or may not have been bleeding.

    The brothers would have been enraged at hearing his, but their stepfatherโ€™s lawyer remarked that this behaviour towards his wife was not ill treatment. The lawyer for Charlesโ€™ defence, though, objected:

    โ€ฆif an assault under any circumstances could be justified, it was thisโ€ฆ{Charles}had acted because of the natural feelings of a son who conceived that his mother had been grossly injuredโ€ฆ

    The jury found Charles guilty of assault, but given the mitigating circumstances, he was not sentenced to gaol, but to pay a fine of 40 shillings.[xxi] ย 

    William Hutchinson faced no penalty whatsoever for his behaviour.

    Was this instance of abuse of Jane by her second husband one of many; behaviour that had begun early in their life together? Perhaps that report of Jane leaving her husband a decade before had been her attempt to escape his mistreatment. Menzies, the man sheโ€™d briefly stayed with then, had given her shelter and had paid a steep price for doing so.

    If Jane was sent to the Female Factory for a month in 1826, she was back living with Hutchinson and his children two years later.[xxii] Judging by the ferocious response by Charles to his stepfatherโ€™s behaviour in 1836, the violence she experienced at Hutchinsonโ€™s hands had continued.

    Jane knew that gossip was rife in Sydney Town. Both she and her second husband were well-known in its business and property circles. She would have faced scandal and likely condemnation if she had permanently severed her ties with him, given his prominence in the settler community. She would be punished for desertion, while he would escape any penalty for his abuse. She may have felt she had no option but to endure his behaviour.

    It’s also possible that despite the provisions in her first husband’s will, which left her a legacy for her sole and exclusive useย and benefitย โ€ฆfor the term of her natural life, Free from the Control of any person, the laws of coverture might still have applied unless she and the second William had a property agreement (a sort of colonial-era ‘pre-nup’) between them when they wed. Otherwise, her new husband would have control over all the wealth she brought to the marriage.

    Real choices for women, even independently wealthy ones like Jane, were limited, given the legal and social constraints they faced.

                                                                       ~

    Jane died later that year, after a decade with the second William. [xxiii]

    She had done so much in her fifty-four years of life: convict girl, wife and mother, emancipist, businesswoman, a second marriage and many stepchildren.

    William Hutchinson followed her into the grave ten years later.[xxiv] At his death, the value of his estate was estimated to be ยฃ220,000โ€”equivalent to something like $1.77 billion in todayโ€™s money. His name appears at position 147 of the 200 โ€˜richest Australians of all time.โ€™ [xxv]

    They were both buried in Sydneyโ€™s Devonshire Street Burial Ground, near Janeโ€™s first husband, her daughter Ann, and sons Richard and Thomas.[xxvi] Her surviving children may have felt some bitterness at burying their stepfather next to Jane, given his apparent unkindness towards her. Still, other links had been forged between the two families, with Thomas and his brother Joseph both marrying Hutchinson daughters: Thomas and Hannah in 1828, Joseph and Martha in 1835.

    ~

    Legacies

    William Roberts and Jane Longhurst demonstrated that despite the privations and cruelties of their world, people couldโ€”and didโ€” overcome these obstacles to survive, and then to thrive. Theirs was certainly a โ€˜rags to richesโ€™ tale.

    Jane dealt with the wealthy and famous of colonial Sydney in her business life, despite the label of โ€˜whores and prostitutesโ€™ routinely applied to convict women.  She defied the convict stain and the scorn of her social betters, becoming a wealthy and influential woman after Williamโ€™s death. If her second marriage had been an unhappy one, perhaps the loyalty and support of her children somewhat compensated for that.

    Their children and grandchildren could thank William and Jane for their legacy: the monetary wealth and, importantly, the personal pride bequeathed by their parents.

    This brings us to the end of the amazing story of William and Jane. Thank you for following along!
    Soon I’ll be posting about the next generation of the Roberts in my family tree: the equally intruiging tale of Thomas Roberts and Elizabeth Greenwood, my 3 x great-grandparents.
    This one has it all: convict voyages, orphanages, a teen marriage, theft and gaol in the colony, illicit romance and children.

    Do join me for this next chapter.


    [i] England & Wales, Criminal Registers, 1791-1892, Class: HO 26; Piece: 6; Page: 43.
    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [ii] Australian Convict Transportation Registers โ€“ Other Fleets & Ships, 1791-1868, Class: HO 11; Piece: 1.
    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [iii] Biography – William Hutchinson – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au), accessed 19 Jan 2026

    [iv] State Archives NSW; Ships musters; Series: 1289; Items: 4/4771; Reel: 561; Page: 147. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 18 Jan 2026; William Hutchinson 1776โ€“1846 โ€“ Australian Royalty: Genealogy of the colony of New South Wales, accessed 18 Jan 2026

    [v] William Hutchinson 1776โ€“1846 โ€“ Australian Royalty: Genealogy of the colony of New South Wales
    Accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [vi] Colonial Secretary Index 1788-1825, Reel 6004; 4/3493 p.147. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 16 Dec 2025

    [vii] Biography – William Hutchinson – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au) accessed 16 Dec 2025

    [viii] Biography – William Hutchinson – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au) accessed 16 Dec 2025

    [ix] Sydney Gazette and NSW Advertiser 8 November 1817 p1 Via Trove, accessed 16 Dec 2025

    [x] State Archives NSW; Ships musters; Series: 1289; Items: 4/4771; Reel: 561; Page: 147.
    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 Jan 2026

    [xi] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Population musters, Dependent settlements; Series: NRS 1261; Reel: 1254. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [xii] Biography – William Hutchinson – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au) Accessed 16 Dec 2025

    [xiii] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Copies of Deeds to Land Grants and Leases; Series: NRS 13836; Item: 7/484; Reel: 2704. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 18 Dec 2025

    [xiv] Casey & Lowe Pty Ltd Archaeology & Heritage, Report on Archaeological Investigation for Meriton of 420-426 Pitt St & 36-38 Campbell St, Sydney, p4

    [xv] Biography – William Hutchinson – Australian Dictionary of Biography (anu.edu.au)

    [xvi] New South Wales, Australia, Butts of Marriage Licenses, 1813โ€“1835, 1894, Series Title: Licenses for Marriages, 1813-1827; NRS Number: NRS 1037; Reel Number: 2281; Volume Number: 4/1710
    Via Ancestry.com, accessed 18 Dec 2025

    [xvii] Series Title: Licenses for Marriages, 1828-1831; NRS Number: NRS 1037; Reel Number: 2281; Volume Number: 4/6030. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 24 Jan 2026

    [xviii] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; 1828 Census: Alphabetical Return; Series Number: NRS 1272; Reel: 2554. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [xix] State Records Authority of NSW online, NSW Musters of Convicts in the Colony 1808-1849, Jane Hutchinson, HO10, Piece 19 NRS-2514-3-[4/6430] Page 137 Reel 851. https://search.records.nsw.gov.au/

     accessed 18 Jan 2026

    [xx] 1826 ‘The Police’, The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW: 1803 – 1842), 12 January, p. 3.  Via Trove http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2185036, accessed 18 Jan 2026

    [xxi] 1836 ‘Quarter Sessions’ The Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW: 1803 – 1842),14 July, p3, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article2205436, accessed 19 Jan 2026

    [xxii] State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; 1828 Census: Alphabetical Return; Series Number: NRS 1272; Reel: 2554. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 Jan 2026

    [xxiii] Australia Death Index, 1787-1985, Jane Hutchinson, V1836267 20. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [xxiv] Sydney Morning Herald 26 July 1846, p3. Via Trove, accessed 17 Dec 2025

    [xxv] Rubinstein, William (2004). The All-Time Australian 200 Rich List, quoted at https://findingmerriman.com.au/merriman/william-hutchinson-1776-1846-william-bowmans-father-in-law/, accessed 7 March 2026

    [xxvi] Sydney Devonshire Street Cemetery headstone inscriptions photographed and transcribed by Arthur and Josephine Ethel Foster, 1900. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Dec 2025

  • History,  Travel

    Travels with my Ancestors #24: The German Connection

    This is one of a series of posts in which I explore stories of people from the past: individuals in my family tree. Up until recently I was researching and writing about my father’s side of the tree; now I am digging deep into the heritage of my mother’s ancestors. Mostly, these were people whose family beginnings were from England and Ireland, with one known exception.
    You can read the first post about my mother’s German great-grandfather here.

    Above: Scenes from Kirn, Rhineland-Palatinate, Germany, in September 2025.


    My sister and I have just returned from a trip to Europe during which we spent a week in the Rhineland region of Germany. We travelled here hoping to learn something of our German ancestor’s homeland, before he emigrated to Australia in 1861. For me this kind of travel is less about family history research (think hours spent poring over old documents in archives) and more about stepping on the land on which my forebears had lived.

    What did I know about Christian รœbel* before travelling to his place of birth? Very little.

    I knew he’d been baptised in 1838 in the Evangelische (Protestant) church in the small town of Kirn, west of Mainz in the Rhineland-Palatinate. Today, the town is medium-sized (about 8,500 residents). It lies in a valley between two rivers: the Nahe and the Hahnenbach, on the edge of the Hunsrรผck hills.

    His father was a clothmaker in the town and the family lived in Haus 139 am Hahnenbach. His paternal grandfather had been a farmer. Christian was number four in a family of nine children; though two older brothers had died within six months of their birth, leaving Christian as the oldest surviving son.

    I wondered what effect this loss of children, so common at the time, might have had on parents and siblings? Did Christian grow up in the shadow of his dead brothers? Or were they never discussed – did his parents believe it best to put those losses behind them and move on? There would be few families who had not endured the death of infants or children, in an era where accident or illness could suddenly and indiscriminately strike down a young life.

    A Google map search showed that there is a neighbourhood, or municipal area called Hahnenbach, about 10 km to the northwest of Kirn itself. Was this where the family lived?

    When he arrived in Sydney by steamer in 1861, Christian was a baker, but I don’t know when and where he obtained that trade and if he worked in a bakery or even had his own business, before leaving Germany.

    I didn’t necessarily expect to find answers to these questions during the visit to Kirn, but I did hope to get a feeling for the town and its surroundings. This was certainly achieved during my brief time there.

    To begin with, we paid a visit to the municipal History Library, to meet a man with whom I had previously exchanged emails about archival records that might be available. He had very kindly prepared a copy of Christian’s birth certificate and presented it to us. I was thrilled, as I had not seen a copy of this proof of Christian’s birth anywhere in the online databases I’d searched from Australia.

    Another helpful person was an employee in the information booth in the main part of town, who provided a map and – crucially – the suggestion that the รœbel family home was likely to have been located on one of the two streets that align the Hahnenbach river that runs through the centre of town. There is a ‘right’ and a ‘left’ HahnenbachstraรŸe, or Hahnenbach street, one of which would probably have been the location of ‘House 139’ where Christian was born, back in the 1830s.

    What a gem of information! It provided my sister and I with a starting point, as we wandered up and down the two streets on either side of the narrow river. Nearly two hundred years ago, it was probably a quietly flowing stream; today it has been straightened and its sides built up with concrete, presumably to conrol the flow of water and as protection from flooding.

    Above: The Hahnenbach river and its adjacent streets in Kirn.

    It’s left and right streets appeared peaceful; a mix of old and newer housing. Not an especially affluent neighbourhood, but close to the old town, the town square, the Catholic and Protestant churches and Jewish synagogue. In the 1800s it may have played host to an array of tradespeople such as Christian’s father, the clothmaker.

    From here, we found the Protestant church where Christian had been baptised in 1838. A solid, cream and red brick building with a tower that dates to the eleventh or twelfth century, it was cool and peaceful inside. We photographed the font where Christian’s small head had been wet with baptismal water; the high pulpit where the minister would have delivered his sermons each Sunday, and the decorative arched ceiling.

    Above: the historic Protestant church in Kirn, where Christian รœbel was baptised in 1838.

    I love nothing more than ambling through a street and buildings where, many years in the past, people from my own past had walked. In that respect, my trip to Kirn was very satisfying. I came away with some sense of the place, and a feeling that I could now write a little more confidently about my great-great-great grandfather Christian and his place of origin.

    Oh, and before we left Kirn, we went to an excellent local bakery and, in honour of our ancestor, purchased a very beautiful loaf of fresh, crusty German bread.

    *In Australian records, Christian’s family name is spelled Uebel.
    All photos by the author, September 2025.


    Christian’s story will be continued in future Travels with My Ancestors posts.
    If you are connected to the Australian Uebel family, I would love to hear from you!

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  • History,  Writing

    Travels with my Ancestors #23: ‘Dear Christian’

    After several years of Travels with my Ancestors posts and a book, all about my father’s side of the family tree, at last I come to my mother’s side. Mum was, if anything, even keener than Dad about all things family history, so if she were still with us she might very well be saying About time, too!

    My sister and I are looking forward to a trip later this year to explore the place where our mother’s great-great grandfather originated. He’s the outlier in the family tree: the only person I know of whose roots did not lie in England or Ireland (with the exception of one other as yet unconfirmed possibility who may have been born in France.)

    Our 3 x great-grandfather arrived in Australia in the mid-19th century but I know so little about his life before then. When I sat down to write about him, I felt a bit stumped. How do you tell a story when you don’t know its beginning?

    Rather than make things up, I decided to write a letter, of sorts, expressing my dilemma. Here it is.


    Dear Christian,
    (or perhaps I should call you great-great-great-Grandfather,
    but thatโ€™s a little wordy)

    There is so much about you that I donโ€™t know. Iโ€™m doing my best now to rectify that, but it is difficult to dig about in records from another country when I am so far away, here in Australia. I know plenty about you since you arrived in Sydney in 1861 โ€“ where you lived, what you did for a living, who you married, your children, when you died and where you were buried. But before that? Not so much.

    For example, there is the business of you being Prussianยญโ€”or not. On your New South Wales Naturalisation document of 1880 your original citizenship was described as Prussian. When I found Kirn, the town where you were born, on Google maps and saw that itโ€™s located in the Rhineland-Palatinate region (on the other side of the country from Prussia)โ€”well, that was confusing.

    I revisited my history books and learned that several of the many little states and kingdoms that later became Germany were controlled by Prussia at various periods, including the Rhineland at the time you lived there.  One mystery solved.

    Source: By Adam Carr at English Wikipedia – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=34552576

    Other questions have not been so easily answered.

    Such as, why did you leave your homeland?

    Your father had been born and lived near Kirn, and was a skilled tradesman: a tuchmacher or clothmaker. You likely grew up within a comfortable home, along with your six siblings. Your family was of the Protestant faith and you were baptised at the Kirn Evangelisch church in September 1838.

    You did not take up your fatherโ€™s trade in the cloth industry. Instead, you became a baker. Another skilled trade, but one involving flour, yeast, salt and sugar rather than wool or linen.

    Your working day would begin early, well before dawn, as you loaded the ovens with wood and filled the heavy mixing bowls with flour. There must have been satisfaction as you brought out the dark rye loaves or sweet apfelkuchen, arranging them on the wooden shelves each morning, ready for customers. Your bakery would be redolent with the savoury scent of caraway seeds and the warming aromas of nutmeg and cinnamon.  As you wiped your floury hands on your apron, did you give a nod of approval at another dayโ€™s good baking?

    Source: https://germanculture.com.ua/german-bread/german-bread-the-heart-of-germanys-baking-culture/

    Or were you wanting something different? Was Kirn, its small-town sights and familiar faces, too confining or commonplace? Did you dream of bigger horizons, new people and customs, adventures across the seas?

    Orโ€”and here historical events may have played a partโ€”there were very different motivations for you to leave. Your homeland was experiencing seemingly never-ending turmoil, political and economic. In your fatherโ€™s time it was the devastation of the wars wreaked by Napoleon Bonaparte. Then confusion as the Rhineland came under French control for a time.

    You were just ten when the first of several uprisings began across Europe, led by people demanding more freedoms in how they were governed, andโ€”amongst the German-speaking statesโ€”national unity. This was long before a German nation was planned and at a time when most Europeans were governed by autocratic, conservative rulers and officials.

    Barricades at Alexander Platz, Berlin,
    Source: By JoJan – Own work; photo made at an exhibition at the Brandenburger Tor, Berlin, Germany, CC BY 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=17630682

    I wonder how your parents felt about this push for more freedoms for ordinary people, or if they even knew about the demonstrators and the movementsโ€™ leaders and their demands? Did they agree or did they just want to get on with their lives and be left in peace?

    The revolutions largely failed but the effects lingered as new political ideas took root and grew. Economically, life was difficult for many. The spectre of famine hung over villages and towns with crop failures in the countryside.

    Was Kirn affected? Perhaps you struggled to get flour for your bakery. Customers may have fallen away as money for a daily loaf of bread became harder to find. You could no longer see a prosperous future there.

    The pickelhaube, symbol of Prusso-German militarism from the mid- nineteenth century.
    Source: By G.Garitan – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=25768801

    Even worse, you may have dreaded the call of conscription into the Prussian militaryโ€”then a requirement for all able-bodied young men. Given the number and ferocity of wars and internal conflicts in your lifetime, it would be understandable if youโ€™d longed to be somewhere where these were not constant threats.

    Maybe your family were among those who harboured a dislike of the militaristic nature of Prussian rule. If you had inherited such feelings, you may have decided that leaving was preferable to submitting to such authoritarianism.


    Whatever your reasons, you embarked on a ship to New South Wales. As far as I know, you had no contacts or family already in the colony. You might have come as part of a government-sponsored immigration scheme, though so far, I have found no record of that. I donโ€™t even know the ship you arrived on!

    Recently, at lunch with a Uebel cousin, another of your descendants, my sister and I were stunned when our cousin mentioned a version of your arrival story which had you jumping ship here during the gold rush days. We looked at each other, amazed. How had we never heard this family legend? And my mind immediately went to the question: how can I find out whether that story is true? If so, you would have been amongst many hundreds of others, literally gambling on finding a fortune on the messy chaos of the goldfields.

    I still hope to find those details, and to learn more about your travels here. However you came, what must you, born and raised near the river Rhine but otherwise nowhere near a body of water like the vast oceans you voyaged across, have made of that long journey to this southern continent?

    I think you came aloneโ€”a young man of twenty-three. Within five years, youโ€™d married an English girl from Plymouth, and with Sarah you had eleven children. You continued your trade, opening a bakery and shop in Sydneyโ€™s St Peters.

    You had some tragedies in your life hereโ€”losing two children before theyโ€™d had a chance to fully growโ€”and you never saw your native Kirn again.

    But I am grateful that you took that ship from Germany and gambled on a better life here, because otherwise I would not have existed. I hope you did not regret your decision to come.

    I will continue my search about your life before you left Germany.  I want you to be more than just a name on my family tree. Yours is a good nameโ€”Christian Uebelโ€”and both names have been handed down through subsequent generations. Still, I want to be able to see your name and feel a connection, to feel that I know something of you, not simply your name.

    With thanks, from your great-great-great-granddaughter,

    Denise

    Sources:


    NSW Certificate of Naturalization No 866 1880 for Christian Uebel
    Death Registration 10554/1906 for Christian Uebel
    Einwohnerbuch Stadt Kirn 1544-1900 Teil 4 Familiennamen Schr – Z

  • History

    Travels with my Ancestors #22: Troubled Waters

    This is the continuing story of my Newton family history. The first instalment can be found here.
    Travels with my Ancestors is an ongoing series of posts in which I explore my family heritage, sometimes involving travels to their places of origin, sometimes travel through archives, online sources and history books.
    All photos are by author unless otherwise indicated. Names in bold indicate those people from whom I am directly descended.


    Troubled Waters

    BEADON NEWTON (1836 – 1919) and
    ELIZABETH TOPPS ROBINSON (1849/1850 – 1902)

    Locked up

    Greta, Hunter Valley NSW, 1876

    Things began to go badly for Elizabeth Newton (nรฉe Robinson) when Constable Powell entered the Newtonโ€™s cottage, one step behind her husband Beadon. They were followed by Mr Leaver, one of Beadonโ€™s employers from the Greta store where he worked. What was going on? Why were they here?
    When the constable began looking through the rooms of the house, under beds and in cupboards, it was apparent that something was very wrong. Powell drew out assorted objects from various hiding places around the cottage: a manโ€™s new shirt, sweets and tobacco, a bucket and garden spade, canned goods, crockery, calicoโ€ฆThey were hidden under their bed, beneath the old couch in the living room, and in the lean-to shed outside.

    Mr Leaver looked on with dismay. At one point, he exclaimed: โ€˜Beadon, what made you rob us in this way? Have we not given you everything you required?โ€™

    The goods recovered by Constable Powell and identified by Mr Leaver by his storeโ€™s mark, amounted to ยฃ20 in value, the equivalent of six monthโ€™s wages.2

    Why had Beadon stolen? His employment at Chapman and Leaverโ€™s store in Greta paid him a wage of 15 shillings a week, and the family had lodgings in a cottage provided by his employers. His duties werenโ€™t overly demandingโ€”he delivered goods to customers, helped keep the stock tidy and swept out the store at the end of each day. He was sometimes alone then, and now he admitted to taking things he found on the floor, protesting that he thought there was no harm in that.

    Had he became trapped in a cycle of petty theft, neither being able to own up and return the items, sell them, or use them? Elizabeth must have noticed the things appearing in their cottage. Perhaps he lied and told her heโ€™d bought them. Or, if she suspected them to be stolen, she was bound to silence as mother of two small children, dependent on him and unwilling to force an issue which could see him go to gaol.

    Constable Powell told her that he had spotted several items partially hidden under a tree in nearby bushland. Suspicious, heโ€™d replaced them under the leaf litter, and returned at dusk, climbed a nearby tree, and waited. A man on horseback approached, stopped at the tree, and began stowing the goods in his saddlebag. The constable nabbed him in the act. It was Beadon, who claimed to have paid for them at the store and left them there to retrieve later.3

    Constable Powell was having none of that story. He returned to the Leaver and Campbell store in town, and asked Mr Leaver to accompany them both to Beadonโ€™s home, where the other stolen goods were then found.

    NSW Police Gazette 9 February 1876, from Trove

    Beadon was taken to Branxton police lock-up, about fifteen kilometres away, there to await trial.4 As he left the cottage with the constable, Elizabeth probably looked with despair at their sons: three-year-old Albert and baby William. What was she to do now that Beadon was arrested and she would no longer have a house to live in? She would have to take up domestic service work again, as sheโ€™d been doing before the boys were born. But who would care for them while she worked? The future looked bleak.

    Above: Branxton police station in 2021
    Above: The tiny window in the police lock up at Branxton. What went through Beadon’s mind as he peered out from the cell?

    To date, sheโ€™d not had much luck in marriage. Sheโ€™d wed her first husband, James Pendall Morley, in 1870 when she was twenty. They married at her father William Robinsonโ€™s home at Down Park, the estate where he worked near Hinton, on Wonnarua land near the Hunter and Paterson rivers. The young couple didnโ€™t have much between them: she was a servant and he a labourer. The ceremony was conducted by a minister from the Primitive Methodist/ Wesleyan church, the faith that her family had brought with them from Lincolnshire.5

    They had a child, named after the babyโ€™s father and his maternal grandfather: James Hardy Morley, born around the year of their marriage. If Elizabeth had been pregnant with this child before the marriage, it was likely a rushed wedding. Itโ€™s possible that he was several years younger than her. These circumstances could have made for a difficult start to married life for both.

    Within two years, James was gone. He may have deserted her or died. Either way, heโ€™d disappeared from her life. A โ€˜James Morleyโ€™ was in and out of Sydneyโ€™s Darlinghurst Gaol around this time, usually on charges of drunkenness.6 Was this the man who had so briefly been her husband?

    What happened to the baby after Elizabeth and James parted ways? He lived to adulthood, married, and eventually died in his fifties at Lithgow, NSW.7 Itโ€™s unclear whether he stayed with his mother during his childhood years.

    In 1872 she tried marriage for a second time. This ceremony was held in the Trinity Church of England in Lochinvar. Her new husband was Beadon Newton, twenty-six, a labourer.8

    Lochinvar Trinity Church, 2021

    On the marriage record, Elizabeth declared herself a widow – was this a convenient lie to erase the mistake of her first marriage?

    On the day, she juggled baby Albert Harvey (Bertie) in her arms. Heโ€™d been born almost eight months earlier, in February.9 Itโ€™s possible that the delay in the marriage of his parents was due to the need for authorities to confirm that Elizabeth was, as she claimed, a widow.

    They settled into life at Greta, just up the Old North Road from Lochinvar. Beadon worked in Chapman & Leaverโ€™s store; in his free time, he probably enjoyed a drink at one of the four pubs in town. He also served as church verger for the Reverend Walsh.

    The railway had arrived along with exploratory mines to dig for coal; Greta was an up and coming place, though still quiet enough for a young family. The village was surrounded by expansive paddocks of pasture with scrubby patches of eucalypts and pockets of more densely forested woodlands.

    Their next baby, William, arrived in 1875; Elizabethโ€™s days were busy.

    Something the couple shared were their experiences as young immigrants from England: Beadon from Somerset when he was thirteen; Elizabeth from Lincolnshire at three years of age. Both transplanted, but young enough to make New South Wales their home.

    Perhaps he told her the story of attempted mutiny by some of the crew on the immigrant ship Una. She may have spoken sadly of her mother whom she barely remembered, because Mary had perished on board the Irene before reaching Australia. Elizabethโ€™s baby sister Hannah had died too, not long after their arrival.

    And now, for the second time in a few short years, she faced life alone without a husband by her side.

    Back to Hinton

    Fortunately she had family still in Hinton. Her father Hardy lived there with his third wife Anne and their children, so Elizabeth took the two little boys and moved back to await Beadonโ€™s trial.

    In March, Beadon came before the Maitland Sessions court. He was found guilty after a ten minute deliberation by the jury, although they recommended mercy on account of the nine testimonials in his favour, including one from the Reverend Walsh, which stated that Beadon had assisted him at the church for the previous four years.

    The magistrate was less impressed. He said sternly that heโ€™d liked to have passed a severe penalty, but given the character references, he sentenced Beadon to imprisonment with hard labour in Maitland gaol. Elizabeth’s husband would be gone for eighteen months and she would need to get on with her life for the duration.10

    Two months after the heavy door slammed shut on Beadonโ€™s cell, little William took ill with a cold or infection. A fever set in and he began crying irritably and shivering, even though his little body was hot to touch. The crying stoppedโ€”but Elizabethโ€™s relief must have turned to alarm when he became listless and refused to take any fluid. Soon after he began convulsing and he died in her arms.11

    She had to deal with the grief of burying their baby without her husband. Her father and stepmother were doubtless some comfort. She occupied herself with Bertie, now three, and may also have needed to find work until Beadon returned.

    Troubled Waters

    Once Beadon was released in 1877, it seemed their life together had at last settled. He found work in carpentry and they moved into Plaistowe Street, West Maitland. All their remaining six children were born in Maitland: Robert (born 1878), Mary (1880), Frances (1882), John (1885), Ernest Beden (1888) and George (1891).12

    Their street ran straight to the banks of the Hunter, so they had to cope with numerous river floods over the years, including a devastating one in 1893.

    After sudden torrential rains, warnings came from upstream about rapidly rising levels and a bell rang through Maitland sounding the alarm. The fast current and a huge load of debris in the river swept houses and farm structures away, inundating shops and homes in the central areas of town. People had to be rescued off roofs and out of trees; despite heroic efforts, at least fifteen people died.13

    Maitland Flood Scenes by Elijah Hart, Photographer, West Maitland. Dated as 1857, but according to researcher Peter F. Smith probably circa 1867 or 1870.
    Courtesy of State Library of Victoria.
    Retrieved from
    https://hunterlivinghistories.com/2019/02/26/maitland-floods-elijah-hart-1857/
    24 April 2025

    Added to the heartache, the terrible economic effect compounded the pain of the 1890โ€™s depression.

    Elizabeth endured the death of another child in 1879; this time it was Robert, still a baby.14 There was more sadness when Beadonโ€™s father died in 1881 and Elizabethโ€™s father in 1900.

    However, their surviving children were growing, some were marrying and establishing families. Like the rest of their community they had to try to move on.

    Elizabeth was only fifty-four when she died in August 1902.15 Sheโ€™d developed septicaemia, or blood poisoning. This meant high temperature, headache, chills, nausea, and pain. She was admitted to hospital but there was nothing more that could be done for her; all they could do was hope and pray.

    They buried her at Campbellโ€™s Hill cemetery in West Maitland on a wintery day six weeks after she became ill.16

    Elizabeth’s gravesite in West Maitland, 2021

    Beadon was left alone; now in his sixties, he was doing general labouring work where he could find it. Heโ€™d moved from Plaistow Street to a house he built at 16 Cross Street.

    The house at Cross Street Maitland, where Beadon Newton lived after Elizabeth’s death.
    Image taken during 1930 flood of Hunter River. Photo courtesy of Kerry Newton.

    In 1912 he suffered the shock of hearing the news that his youngest son, George, had been arrested and imprisoned for indecent assault.17 At twenty-one years of age, George was getting off to a very bad start. He spent three months in gaol and was released on a hefty bond. Beadonโ€™s own time in front of court and in gaol must have come rushing back to him. George appeared to have learnt from this experience and did not come before a court again.

    Beadon died a few years later in August 1915, when the nation was in the throes of the Great War.18 Perhaps he was glad to close his eyes on a world convulsing in violence and suffering. He was laid to rest alongside his wife at Campbellโ€™s Hill.19

    Beadon and Elizabeth merged the Newtons and the Robinsons, people from either side of England: the west country of Somerset and the Lincolnshire fens in the east. As children, they didnโ€™t choose to come, but by making the journey with their families they planted successive generations here, in Australian soil.


    Travels with my Ancestors will be continued in future posts…


    1. Maitland Mercury & Hunter River Advertiser, 16 March 1876 p3, Maitland Quarter Sessions. Via Trove, accessed 11 June 2024
    2. NSW Police Gazette & Weekly Record of Crime, 9 Feb 1876 p209. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 March 2024
    3. Maitland Mercury & Hunter River Advertiser 29 January 1876 p10 Via Trove, accessed 11 June 2024\
    4. New South Wales, Australia, Police Gazettes, 1854-1930, 9 Feb 1876 p42. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024
    5. Marriage of James Pendall Morley & Elizabeth Robinson, Transcript of reg no 2703/1870.
      State Archives NSW; Kingswood, New South Wales;
    6. Gaol Description and Entrance Books, 1818-1930; Series: 2134; Item: 1921; Roll: 276. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 22 June 2024
    7. Death of James Hardey Morley https://centralcoastfhs.org.au/Unrelated%20Death%20Certificates_Mar%202014.pdf p11; State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Indexes to deceased estate files; Archive Series: NRS 13341; Series: “Pre A” Series (1923-1939); Reel Number: 3231 Accessed 22 June 2024
    8. Marriage of Elizabeth Morley & Beadon Newton reg no 2864/1872 NSW Births Deaths & Marriages, Marriage. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024
    9. Birth of Albert Harvey Newton reg no 12927/1873, Via Ancestry.com, accessed 22 June 2024
    10. State Records Authority of New South Wales; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Clerk of the Peace: NRS850 Returns of Criminal cases heard at Country Quarter Sessions, 1875-1877; Series Number: 850; Reel: 3638. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024; Maitland Daily Mercury 16 March 1876 p3, accessed 22 June 2024
    11. Australia Death Index, 1787-1985, William R Newton, Reg no 7761/1876. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024.
    12. NSW Birth Reg noโ€™s 15531/1878; 17562/1880, 20854/1882, 24921/1885, 27288/1888, 20815/1891. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024.
    13. Chas Kays, โ€˜The Great Flood of 1893โ€™ 2022, in Maitland Stories at: The great flood of 1893 โ€” Maitland: Our Place, Our Stories (maitlandstories.com.au)
    14. Death of Robert Newton 1879, reg no 6502/1879 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 22 June 2024
    15. Death reg for Elizabeth Tops Newton 1902, Cemetery, Military, and Church Record Transcripts, 1816-1982″, FamilySearch https://www.familysearch.org/ark:/61903/1:1:QVB6-B2BV: Sun Mar 10 14:35:15 UTC 2024 Accessed 13 June 2024
    16. Burial of Elizabeth Newton at https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/80623438/elizabeth-newton Section A1 Plot 3, accessed 22 June 2024
    17. State Archives NSW; Kingswood, New South Wales; Gaol Description and Entrance Books, 1818-1930; Series: 2232; Item: 3/5978; Roll: 5122 NB: the estimated birth year on this record is incorrectly given as 1893 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 22 June 2024
    18. NSW Death Reg no 9561/1915. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 March 2024
    19. Burial of Beadon Newton 4 Aug 1915 in Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current, accessed 22 June 2024
  • History

    Travels with my Ancestors #19: In the Shadows of War (Part Two)

    This is the continuing story of the family and descendants of convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee in Australia. You can find the very first post in this series here. That one deals with my journey to discover Elizabethโ€™s beginnings in Lancaster; following posts explore the Eather roots in Kent, then the journeys of both on convict ships to NSW, where they met and created a family and life together.

    This chapter in the Eather family story is about my grandparents: Florence May Creek (1896 – 1973) and Ernest Beden Newton (1888 – 1955). You can find part one of their story (Travels with my Ancestors #18) here.


    In Part One of In the Shadows of War we saw Florence struggling with the devastation of the loss of her beloved eldest son ‘Snow’ during the 1942 fall of Singapore to the Japanese. At home, she had to deal with a volatile and violent husband. In this part of the story we learn a little more about that man: where his people came from and the life he made with Florence.

    Son of English Immigrants

    Ernestโ€™s parents (Beadon Newton and Elizabeth Robinson) had both emigrated from England with their parents as children. Their families had settled in the Hunter district and thatโ€™s where Ernie was born, the second youngest of eight children, in 1888.1

    As a youngster he was involved in a scrape which brought him before West Maitland Police Court in early 1905. He was seventeen and with his brother George (aged fourteen) and two other boys, had stolen 40 pounds of lead from the roof of a local school. The little gang had crept out in the dark of night to purloin the material which they then sold to a second-hand dealer. Lead was a popular roofing material because of its flexibility, malleability, resistance to corrosion and wear, and it could be endlessly recycledโ€”very alluring for a dealer.

    While they initially succeeded in their plan, they were found, arrested, and charged with theft. They were fined ยฃ2 10s which was paid on their behalf by unnamed โ€˜friends.โ€™ 2 The boys could have fallen foul of an unscrupulous dealer offering money for stolen lead; otherwise it was youthful foolishness and hoping for a quick quid that led them astray.

    Ernie learnt from this experience because he never came before a court againโ€”despite his later behaviour at home. As Florence knew, a manโ€™s violence towards his family was rarely punished, no matter how much damage he inflicted.

    His father had been a carpenter but Ernie worked as a fettler for one of the private railway lines that operated around the Hunter then. With the expansion of coal mining in the district, rail transport was in demand to move coal and mine workers, and private lines ran to and from places like South Maitland, Kurri Kurri and Cessnock.3

    He had a shed in the yard where he did work on saddles, bridles, fences and anything else that needed doing. Like most working men of his time, he could turn his hands to many practical tasks. The cows and chickens they kept provided milk, butter and eggs. He shot rabbits for the dinner table. He brought home coal for the fire, from mines near his work on the rail lines. They were poor, but his many flaws did not include a failure to provide for his family as best he could.

    To the Mountains

    After the war ended, Florence and Ernie made the move to Bilpin, to live on the property Snow had taken up there before his enlistment. Snow had named her as administrator of his will and his interest in the Bilpin land formed part of his estate.29

    Despite the official Army notification of Snowโ€™s death, she continued to hope that he would return to her. Living in Bilpin meant that if he did come home, she would be there to meet him. She could feel close to him, in the mountain village heโ€™d chosen as his future home.

    Ernie agreed with the move; Snow had been the apple of his fatherโ€™s eye, too.

    The journey from Maitland to the Blue Mountains took over two weeks, travelling by horse-drawn wagon. Ernie had converted an old cart for the purpose; it was piled with their modest household items and possessions. Ernie took the reins and the horse plodded its slow way south.

    It nearly ended in tragedy. When the horse reared up, startled by something on the road, Florence was tumbled from the cart which then ran over her prone body. A stint in hospital was needed for her injuries to heal before she could settle in Bilpin.

    It was a difficult start for the family, especially for youngest daughter Isabel, who at thirteen had to cook and clean house for her father while her mother was in hospital. Making matters worse was the discomfort of the old house they rented from a local man, Mr Heyde; it was a dark and cold place where winter winds sent cold fingers into the many cracks in the floor and walls.5

    From 1950 Florence leased Snowโ€™s land while a cottage was built for them by Oswald Johnson, whose son Bill was later to marry Isabel. In 1953 Florence successfully applied to the Lands Department to convert her lease to a Conditional Purchase.6 Son Bob built his house on the other half of the property.

    The Bilpin cottage c 1951

    She had returned to settle in the mountains that edged the Hawkesbury valley, where sheโ€™d been born and where her parents, grandparents and great-grandparents had lived. It was the valley where her convict ancestors had farmed alongside the Hawkesbury river, the ancient winding waterway that ran from the mountains to the sea. New generations of Eather and Lee descendants would now regard the valley and its surrounding mountains as home.


    Moving from Maitland to the tiny hamlet of Bilpin took some adjustment. First sparsely settled by Europeans in the early years of the colony, Bilpin was still small, with few services. There was a weatherboard School of Arts hall, a tiny school, post office and telephone exchange, a petrol bowser with hardware and produce store. Electricity was not available until 1953; before that everyone lit their homes with kerosine or pressure lamps, or had their own generators.7

    Transport was often a problem, as the road from Richmond to Bilpin and out the other side to Lithgow always needed maintenance and upgrading. Many locals used horse and buggy or cart into the 1950s. Groceries, meat, bread and milk deliveries were made by stores at Kurrajong or Richmond; there were no doctors or other medical services in Bilpin.

    Her new home was surrounded by hills thickly forested with eucalypts, tree-ferns and climbing vines, punctuated on the lower slopes by neat orchards.

    The cool climate and productive soil suited fruit growing. Bilpin was known as the โ€˜Land of the mountain apple,โ€™ with many flourishing orchards producing a variety of apples along with pears, plums, peaches and nectarines. From early times, the beautiful stands of tall native trees attracted timber getters; there were still sawmills near the village.

    Their cottage in Bilpin was a simple one, with a vegetable garden and chicken coop in the back near the outhouse. Life was as busy as ever with many chores that needed doing.

    She had left behind the ever-present risk of river floods, and exchanged that for a new worryโ€”bushfires which could take hold on the thickly forested hills and threaten homes and lives.

    Still, many of her children and grandchildren lived nearby, visiting often. Christmas afternoons were for the grandkids, who came to show their Christmas gifts to Nanna.8 She loved those times with the young ones all around her. And she was at home on the land chosen by Snow.

    The Newton home at Bilpin c1960s

    She cared for her aunt Isabella until Isabellaโ€™s death in 1955, and Aquilla, Florenceโ€™s eldest brother, during his illness a few years later. 9 Florence was known and loved for her generosity and kindness.

    She lived there with Ernie until his death after a stroke in 1955.10

    On the January day he was buried, as Florence stood at the graveside at St Peters, Richmond, she was finally free.11

    She had eighteen years without him, peaceful years to enjoy her family. But she never forgot her first born child, keeping his memory alive, especially at Christmas.

    A Quiet Courage

    Florence died from pancreatic cancer in 1973 at Kurrajong hospital, at the age of seventy-seven.12 She was buried alongside Ernie at St Peters, Richmond. She could rest at last, even lying so close to the man who had bullied and abused her for so many years. He could no longer hurt her.

    The gravestone of Ernest and Florence at St Peters churchyard in Richmond, NSW. A plaque commemorating their son, Doug, sits beneath. Nearby are graves of other Eather family members and descendants.

    She was a gentle and generous woman, a simple wife and mother who did not draw attention to herself, preferring to keep in the background. Her life with Ernie blunted much of her sense of self-worth. She did her very best for her family with the meagre resources she had, coped with a volatile and bullying husband, and raised her children in trying circumstances.

    A photo of her as a young woman, taken before her marriage and all that came with it, shows a pretty girl with dark hair and a full mouth. She is not smiling: her thoughtful gaze is to the side of the camera. Was she dreaming of what her future might hold?

    She deserved a better life than the one she went on to have. The undying affection of her children and grandchildren may have been some compensation for that. She made sure that her family knew they were loved; not by demonstrative hugs or declarations but by her hard work and kindness. All who knew her loved her; she was affectionately called โ€˜Aunty Mayโ€™ (her middle name) by many.

    Footnotes:

    1 Birth registration of Ernest Beden Newton 1888/27288 Certified copy 31 Oct 1988
    2 Newcastle Morning Herald & Minerโ€™s Advocate 28 January 1905 Via Trove, accessed 12 Jan 2023
    3 Stephen Miller Smith, The History of Rail Services in the Hunter Valley, University of Newcastle, at https://hunterlivinghistories.com/ Accessed 15 Jan 2023
    4 Ernest Harvey Newton in Indexes to deceased estate files; Archive Series: NRS 13341; Series: A Series (1939-1948); Reel Number: 3277State Records Authority of New South Wales, Australia; Via Ancestry.com, accessed 26 Jan 2024
    5 Isabel Johnson to Denise Newton, telephone discussion, 2024
    6 Certificate of Granting an Application for Conversion of a Special Lease Tenure 54/5900, in family collection of Doug Newton
    7 Meredyth Hungerford, Bilpin, The Apple Country: A Local History, p307
    8 Kris Newton to Denise Newton, conversations 2023
    9 Isabelle Johnson to Denise Newton, telephone discussion 2024
    10 NSW Births, Deaths & Marriages, Death Reg 1955/427
    11 Windsor & Richmond Gazette 25 Jan 1955 p12 Via Trove, accessed 21 January 2023
    12 NSW Death Registration Florence May Newton No 1973/64407


  • History

    Travels with my Ancestors #18: In the Shadows of War (part one)

    Ernest Beden Newton & Florence May Creek

    This is the continuing story of the family and descendants of convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee in Australia. You can find the very first post in this seriesย here. That one deals with my journey to discover Elizabethโ€™s beginnings in Lancaster; following posts explore the Eather roots in Kent, then the journeys of both on convict ships to NSW, where they met and created a family and life together.

    This chapter in the Eather family story is about my grandparents: Florence May Creek (1896 – 1973) and Ernest Beden Newton (1888 – 1955)


    A Missing Son


    On Christmas Day 1942, Florence Newton (nรฉe Creek) set the table as usual for the family lunch. Eight plates, knives and forks: a set positioned in front of a chair for each of her children and her husband, Ernest Beden Newton. She omitted a setting for herselfโ€”she would eat later, once everyone had been served and were enjoying their meal. Until then, she would hover, in case Ernie wanted something. Sheโ€™d bring extra potatoes or peas, dashing back to stir the gravy pan over the fuel stove in the hot kitchen. Sweat trickled between her shoulder blades and ran into her eyes as she worked.
    Once she could finally sit on the back step, a plate on her lap with a jumble of crispy potato skins and salty crackling from the roast, sheโ€™d fan her hot face with a corner of her apron and long for a cooling breeze.

    One chair around the table would remain empty: the one facing the setting sheโ€™d laid out carefully for her eldest child. Lovable, kind, smiling Ernest Harveyโ€”nicknamed โ€˜Snowโ€™ because of his fair hair in a family of dark-haired and hazel-eyed childrenโ€”would never again join them for Christmas dinner. But she refused to believe that he was gone forever.1

    Private Ernest Harvey (‘Snow’) Newton

    In June 1940, after the German invasion of France, Snow had told her he was off to Paddington to enlist, where he joined the 2/18 Australian Infantry Battalion.2

    At the time, he was living in Bilpin in the Blue Mountains, on a property heโ€™d leased in 1939 and named Snowโ€™s Carinya.3 Heโ€™d chosen Bilpin because a cousin, David Horsefield, lived there; the two lads were good friends.4 Most of the family were still at Homeville, the suburb of West Maitland where Snow had been born. Younger brother, fifteen year old Doug, had accompanied him to Bilpin, but returned to Maitland when Snow enlisted.

    Like most mothers sheโ€™d have experienced a mix of pride and dread when her eldest signed up for war. She naturally assumed heโ€™d be sent to the Middle East, where much of the action involving Australians had been to that point. It was hard to imagine her boy fighting in the desert against the Germans or Italians.

    First, though, came training. Basic training began at the Army Camp at Wallgroveโ€”not so far away, so that was reassuring. Then to Bathurst, for open field training to prepare for that desert war. The new year arrived, and in February 1941 he was on a troop ship, sailing out of Sydney to an unknown destination.
    The surprising news came that heโ€™d landed in Malaya. Far from desert warfare, his letters home described the tropical jungle environment, the sights, sounds and smells in the local villages, rest and recreation days in Singapore with its crowded streets and shops:
    I rode {along} the waterfront where it is barricaded like a fortress with barb wire and pill boxes and the harbour is simply one mass of boats all shapes and sizes and coloures (sic).5


    That was reassuring. Like most Australians, she assumed that the island of Singapore, controlled and fortified by the British, was protection against Japanese expansion into southeast Asia and Australiaโ€™s north.6 There were unsettling cartoons in the papers, depicting bayonet-wielding Japanese using the islands of Singapore and Indonesia as stepping stones on their way to Darwin7, but Singapore was safe. If Snow was in Malaya or Singapore, he really was defending his country.


    His letters were full of stories of movie nights at base camp, the torrential rain of the wet season, shopping excursions to buy gifts for people back home, and messages of thanks for letters and parcels received.
    The worst injuries heโ€™d suffered so far had been fractured ribs in a footy match with his unit, and a head laceration from a fall, but nothing to worry about. Heโ€™d enjoyed dancing with Chinese women at the โ€˜New Worldโ€™ dance pavilion in Singapore, set up for the entertainment and relaxation of the troops.

    Snow had always loved motor bikes and had his riderโ€™s license, so it was no surprise that he was tasked with the role of rider. He sent a photo of himself proudly astride his motorcycle. In one letter, he corrected his motherโ€™s use of the abbreviation โ€˜DRโ€™ (dispatch rider):

    I see you are putting D.R. before my name. Well, Iโ€™m not a D.R. in the eyes of this Battalion as they pay an extra 1/- (one shilling) a day for D.R.s. They may want some later on they say, as a new organisation is being developed. Hereโ€™s hoping as 1/- would mount up each fortnight.8

    In November he wrote to say that he was starting a month-long course to become a driver/ mechanic, and heโ€™d be working on vehicles affected by the humid and muddy environment.9


    In every letter, he asked after family and his girlfriend, Doris:

    Has Doug been called up yet? And has Ralph heard anything about coming over since last you wrote? I will enclose a lot of {photo} negatives and match box tops for Dorisโ€ฆ
    Donโ€™t leave yourself short by putting money in the Bank and donโ€™t forget to help yourself if necessary.
    Tell Ralph not to knock the bike around as it will have to do a long trip when I get backโ€ฆ
    Bob seems to be doing alright for himself โ€ฆ I hope he does well, tell him to watch himself. Doug is also getting a good wage, damn near as we get in our pay. Ron is also doing well. You can tell them to keep it up and look after themselfs (sic) and wish them a merry Christmas and a prosperous new year for me please.
    Will send a piece of poetry next letter and the boys all join in sending a merry Xmas and a happy new year.

    Always her ally, he hadnโ€™t forgotten how difficult his father could be:
    Glad to hear Dad has gone back to work, I suppose it is a load off your mind to have him away.10

    And every letter he signed off as: your loving son, Snow.

    Now it was Christmas and she must have longed for another letter. His last had been dated a year earlier: 18 November 1941. While she waited, she couldnโ€™t know that Japanese troops had received orders to begin an assault on Malaya.

    As the new year dawned, they overcame key British targets along the Malay peninsula, covering hundreds of kilometres at a frightening pace.11 They were better equipped, better trained and more professional than Australians had been led to believe.12

    Snowโ€™s unit was ordered to move south to defend Singapore Island, the last bulwark against further Japanese expansion. During the night of 8 February, they faced an all-out assault on the island, while Japanese planes rained bombs on Allied airbases. Waves of Japanese soldiers streamed through gaps in defences, seemingly unstoppable.
    Fighting throughout that night and into the early hours of the next morning was hand-to-hand, much of it in thick mud and mangrove swamps. As men fell, they sank into warm, sucking mud.13 It was a chaotic frenzy of fear, violence and adrenalin, with little time to think. All the Australian boys could do was react, fend off the ferocity of the Japanese, try to survive the night.

    Snow was last seen at a rubber plantation near the Tengah airfield, in the islandโ€™s northwest, probably killed during that first night of intense fighting, rather than the retreat that followed.


    โ€˜Missing Presumed Deadโ€™ declared the Army casualty list, several days before Singapore surrendered to the Japanese.14 Another two hundred and twenty two families received similar news, while four hundred more heard their boys had been wounded.15

    Survivors were marched to prison camps in Japanese occupied countries. Many died from their wounds or the terrible conditions in the camps.

    Florence could never accept Snowโ€™s disappearance on that dreadful night. Even when the official Army Certificate of Death arrived in May 1946, she did not want to believe the stark words on the page. A more hurtful notice arrived a few months later, in the form of a flimsy paper on which an Army clerk had typed a list of โ€˜war gratuity entitlementsโ€™ payable on her sonโ€™s behalf: his service and his life apparently valued at ยฃ 270.16

    She continued setting a place for him at the Christmas table for many years.



    Snowโ€™s disappearance echoed down the years for the whole family, including his siblings. Decades after the end of the war, his younger brother Doug began researching the events of February 1942 in Singapore and Malaya. He contacted Lynette Silver, historian and Honorary Member of the 2/18th Battalion and 2/19th Battalion AIF, who provided information on what was known about the fighting there, and the likely date and place of Snowโ€™s death. This helped Doug and others in the family come to terms with the loss of their beloved brother.

    A Mighty War

    The frightening news of Singaporeโ€™s surrender meant that those back home had to consider the possibility of a Japanese invasion of Australia: something that before had seemed unthinkable. This was a new worry, added to the sorrow of the gaping hole left by Snowโ€™s disappearance.

    More anxiety was in store. In 1942, son Bob enlisted.17 At least he would serve in the Citizen Military Forces (CMF) within Australia, as a motorcycle dispatch rider at Wagga Wagga and Bathurst army camps. Members of the regular Army often derided the CMF as โ€˜chokkosโ€™ or โ€˜chocolate soldiersโ€™ who would melt in the heat of battle, but for a time there were many more CMF than AIF soldiers, and CMF troops fought at Kokoda and other parts of New Guinea alongside the AIF. Bob, however, remained in NSW.
    When she heard the news that heโ€™d been in a serious accident while on duty, she must have feared the worst. He ended up with an amputated leg, but he lived, and was discharged as medically unfit in 1946, much the familyโ€™s relief.18

    In 1943 her fourth son, Doug, decided to sign up.19 He first joined the Citizen Military Forces as his brother Bob had done, and spent time in Australia before transferring as a gunner in the AIF. Departing from Cairns on board the Mexico for New Guinea, he landed at Aitape, in northern New Guinea. He was twice admitted to the Australian camp hospitalโ€”for malaria and then bronchitisโ€”but no telegram arrived at Maitland to inform Florence that he had been killed or was missing, like Snow.

    He was finally demobbed in 1946 and arrived home, safe and soundโ€”although as for many war veterans, there were injuries, illnesses and mental scars that would appear later. For Florence, the main thing was that he was alive and home again. The fear that she might lose another son to this war was very real.

    Through all this she also dealt with wartime rationing, trying to keep house and home together through restrictions on some foods. As during the Great War thirty years earlier, mothers and housewives worked hard to make sure their families had food and clothing. In the back yard at Station Street, Homeville, Florence grew vegetables and kept poultry and a few cows, so they had fresh food, though she needed to save her coupons to buy sugar, tea, meat and clothing.

    She cooked over a wood stove; lighting was from kerosine lamps and heating by a coal fire. She was handy with a needle to darn and mend; Prime Minister John Curtin himself had declared that the darning needle is a weapon of war.20

    Sheโ€™d always dressed plainly, as had her mother. No fancy frocks or expensive shoes: just a homemade cotton dress with an apron or pinny to keep it clean. She never went to a beauty salonโ€”they were for women with money to spend on professional haircuts or a weekly set in rollers. She wore her hair bobbed or scraped back into a simple bunโ€”again, exactly as her mother had done. No makeup either. Her needs were few, apart from Sunlight soap and a warm wash with the flannel.

    Her widowed mother, Jo, lived a few houses away on Station Street and was a great support. The children would often visit their grandmother and be treated to biscuits from an old tin on her kitchen bench.21Jo’s death in 1942 added another grief to the burdens piling up during those hard years.

    Ernieโ€™s wage did not bring in much, but at least now it was just the youngest children still living at home. They were all used to wearing hand-me-downs, so not much changed there.

    Florence had given birth to six sons and two daughters, all of whom lived to adulthood.22 She had avoided the anguish of burying a childโ€”the fate of her mother, grandmother and great-grandmothers. The children all attended school, but without government financial support, there was an urgent need to start earning, so most left after primary school. Higher education was not possible, even if they had dreamt of something different.

    The children all had chores depending on their ages: milking the cows each morning, separating the milk, making butter, cleaning out the dairy shed, weeding the vegetable garden, feeding the stock.

    On top of the constraints and worries of wartime, a different kind of threat hung over her every day.


    When sheโ€™d married in 1916, like most brides she hadnโ€™t expected to live in fear.23 Ernie could be charmingโ€”indeed, people sometimes commented on what a pleasant fellow her husband was. But at home, it was a different matter.

    Sheโ€™d quickly learned to keep her mouth shut and her eyes downcast when he was in a โ€˜mood.โ€™ The wrong look or word could result in a beating. At meal times, he kept a leather strap handy near his seat, so that if any of the children spoke out of turn, theyโ€™d get a beating, too. The whole family ate in silence, eyes on their plates, never speaking unless spoken to by him. She tried to make sure the kids had everything on their plates before they sat down, so they wouldnโ€™t need to ask for the salt or butter. If Ernie exploded at someone and she tried to intervene, it made things worse for them all.24

    There were many small cruelties: if he cut one of the childrenโ€™s hair, the scissors sometimes took a little piece of their neck along with hair. A hinged lolly tin sat by his armchair and sometimes the children were allowed to have two each. They learnt to be quick in grabbing the sweetsโ€”too slow and fingers would be caught in the tin as he slammed the lid down.25

    There was no possibility of leaving him. One by one the older children found jobs and lives of their own. Snowโ€™s move to Bilpin had been in part because it was a comfortable distance from his father. That was a source of grief, but she understood. She stayed, making the best of things with the few resources available to her, enduring his outbursts and attacks. Where could she go? Sheโ€™d had only a basic education and few skills for a job to support herself and the younger children were still in school.

    She was needed most at home, making doโ€”and worrying. This was the lot of wives and mothers, especially in wartime.

    She was fighting a mighty war of her own.



    Florence and Ernest’s story will be continued in the next Travels with My Ancestors (#19) post


    Footnotes:

    1 Personal communication of recollections by Doug, Doreen and Kris Newton, multiple dates
    2 Ernest Harvey Newton NX27296 in National Archives of Australia; Canberra, Australia; Second Australian Imperial Force Personnel Dossiers, 1939-1947; Series: B883, Accessed 12 Sept 2023
    3 Historic Land Records Viewer, Historical Parish Maps, County Cook, Parish Bilpin, Sheet ref 1, Edition 6, 1933 EH Newton Special Lease 39-9; Via Museums of History NSW, State Records Collection, accessed 1 Feb 2024
    4 Isabel Johnson to Denise Newton, telephone discussion, 2024
    5 Letter from Pte EH Newton to Florence Newton 13 May 1941 (copy in collection of family of Doug Newton)
    6 Commemorations Branch, Department of Veterans Affairs, A Bitter Fate: Australians in Malaya and Singapore Dec 1941 โ€“ Feb 1942, 2002, p2
    7 Commemorations Branch, Department of Veterans Affairs, p13
    8 Letter from Pte EH Newton to Florence Newton, 27 Oct 1941 (family collection)
    9 Letter from Pte EH Newton to Florence Newton, 18 Nov 1941 (family collection)
    10 Letters from Pte EH Newton to Florence Newton, 13 May, 27 Oct, 6 Nov 1941 (family collection)
    11 James Burfitt, Against All Odds: the history of the 2/18th Battalion AIF, Monograph published by the 2/18th Battalion Assoc, c. 1991
    12 Email from Lynette Silver, Historian and Honorary Member of the 2/18th Battalion and 2/19th Battalion AIF, to Doug Newton, 11 Sept 2001, Copy in collection of family of Doug Newton
    13 Email from Lynette Silver 11 Sept 2001
    14 Commonwealth War Graves Commission Casualty details for Private EH Newton. Singapore Memorial, Kanji War Cemetery, memorial reference Column 120; Aust War Memorial Roll of Honour Canberra Panel 41; Certificate of Death on War Service dated 30 May 1946
    15 James Burfitt, Against All Odds, p1
    16 State Records of NSW; EH Newton Will Packet NRS-13660-28-8526-Series 4_338224
    17 Arnold Robert Newton in National Archives of Australia; Canberra, Australia; Citizen Military Forces Personnel Dossiers, 1939-1947; Series: B884, Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 June 2024
    18 Arnold Robert Newton in N156695Australia, World War II Military Service Records, 1939-1945, Series B884: Army Citizen Military Forces Accessed 20 Sept 2023
    19 Douglas Frank Newton NX174633 in National Archives of Australia; Canberra, Australia; Second Australian Imperial Force Personnel Dossiers, 1939-1947,. Accessed 15 Sept 2023
    20 National Archives of Australia, Empty shelves: rationing in Australia | naa.gov.au Accessed 15 Sept 2023
    21 Isabel Johnson to Denise Newton, telephone discussion, 2024
    22 NSW Birth registrations Ernest Harvey Newton 1917/45938/; Edward Ralph 1920/16849; Arnold Robert Newton 1922/36722; Douglas Frank Newton 1925 from Australia, World War II Military Service Records, 1939-1945; Family records for Ronald George Newton 1927; Alma Newton 1928; Albert Newton 1933; Isabel Newton 1935
    23 Marriage of Ernest B Newton & Florence M Creek, Aust Marriage Index 1788- 1950, 1916/15549 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 6 Jan 2023
    24 Recollections of Doug Newton
    25 Isabelle Johnson to Denise Newton, telephone discussion 2024





  • History,  Travel

    Discovering family: summer ‘travels’ with my ancestors (and living relatives)

    Fellow descendents of Thomas Eather & Elizabeth Lee, in the Narrabri district of NSW, at our meeting in January 2025.

    One of my summer highlights this year was meeting up for the first time with Eather relatives who – until recently – I did not know existed.

    I was contacted last year by Brian (pictured above with his lovely wife Em and their two little boys, and his mum Pam). Brian had read some of my online writings on the Eather family story. We ended up chatting by phone for ages and as my husband and I were going to be travelling home from Queensland in early January, we later arranged for us to meet up at their property near the Namoi River.

    On the day, we were joined by another Eather descendant, Steve, in the centre of the photo above.

    I am not good at the whole ‘second-cousin-three-times-removed’ thing. What I do know is that all of us in that photo owe our existence to Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee. We are descended from three of their eight children.

    If you have read my Travels with My Ancestors posts over the past couple of years to do with the Eather family history, you may recall that several branches of the original convict couple took up land on Kamilaroi country on the Liverpool Plains of NSW, around Narrabri and Boggabri. The particular post relevant to this part of the story is here.

    For me, it was a double thrill. Connecting with family I had until recently not known existed, of course, and on top of that, meeting such warm, genuine, lovely people.

    And secondly, walking on country near to where the second generation of Eather sons and their families worked and lived. I had pinpointed locations as best I could on maps, and pored over historic records, but until then I had not actually been to these places.

    I have Brian and Steve to thank for the information relating to the specific locations of what were the properties ‘Henriendi’ and ‘Baan Baa’. I love going to places and feeling that yes, they are real locations, not just names on a map or in a historic record.

    Going to this part of NSW gave me some insight into its lure for the early colonial-settlers. It is beautiful country and must have held great promise for men like Robert Eather and his brothers seeking more open land on which to graze herds of cattle and sheep.

    Thanks to Steve, Brian and his family for a lovely and informative afternoon.

  • History,  Uncategorized,  Writing

    Travels with my…unknown cousins?

    One of the delightful and unexpected side effects of writing and publishing Travels with My Ancestors, a series about my research and travels through all things family history, has been the out-of-the-blue contacts I’ve had from relatives I’ve neither known nor heard of. These people have (in the words of one) stumbled upon my blog articles and reached out via this website, or on Facebook messenger, to introduce themselves. They are all related to me, albeit distantly, and part of the fun is figuring out who our common ancestor might be.

    It’s wonderful to know that many others like me, are delving into our ancestors’ past worlds. And I am always thrilled to hear when something in my articles, a photo or a snippet of information, sparks interest in others to know more.

    The flip side is that I am open to being corrected – I’m not a professional historian or genealogist and no doubt there are mistakes or misinterpretations in my work.

    Imagine my absolute delight in being told that something I’d included, shed some light for someone researching their own family story. (Thank you, Brian!)

    As I move towards completion of my book (Travels with my Ancestors: Felons, Floods & Family) and get it ready for printing, the knowledge that others have found my research and stories useful or interesting is very reassuring. It’s all been worth it!

    This book will be volume one in Travels with My Ancestors. It traces my father’s line of descent, from convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee, to my grandmother Florence Newton. The narrative also encompasses the stories of the Newton and Robinson families, who came here as assisted immigrants in mid-19th century.

    It has been an absorbing three years, researching, writing, re-writing, re-writing, re-writing…and of course, travelling. As I get closer to the time when I send it to the printers, I feel both excited and (if I am honest) a teensy bit nervous. Once printed, that’s it: potential mistakes and all.

    Well, there is always volume two to work on: my mother’s side of the family tree.

    Stay tuned!

  • History

    Travels with My Ancestors #17: Josephine Eather and John Creek

    This is the continuing story of the family and descendants of convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee in Australia. You can find the very first post in this seriesย here. That one deals with my journey to discover Elizabethโ€™s beginnings in Lancaster; following posts explore the Eather roots in Kent, then the journeys of both on convict ships to NSW, where they met and created a family and life together.

    This chapter in the Eather family story is about my great-grandparents, Josephine Eather (1862 -1942) and John Lamrock Creek (1857 – 1924).


    The Bush Nurse

    West Maitland, NSW

    In 1919, Josephine Creek (nรฉe Eather) received an official-looking envelope. It didnโ€™t look like a billโ€”the kind of mail she was used to receiving. Inside were two thank you letters and a certificate, the second signed by the NSW Governor, the Premier and the Minister of Public Health.[1] When sheโ€™d read them, she carefully packed them away to keep.

    Why had a fifty-seven year old mother of eleven, unaccustomed to public attention or recognition, received these messages from such prominent people?

    ~

    When the Great War (1914-1918) ended, men and women who had served in the military or as nurses began the long trek home. With them came rumours of a deadly illness that was striking people down with frightening ferocity across Europe. Across Australia, some veterans returned with more than their injuries, kitbags and uniforms: they unwittingly also carried the virus that people began calling the Spanish Flu.

    In the Maitland papers, Josephine (often known as โ€˜Joโ€™) no doubt read about the ratification of the longed-for peace treaty with Germany; but also the unwelcome news of rising influenza cases. There were long queues for the inoculation clinic at the Town Hall. Locals exchanged worried remarks about this invisible enemy. Wearied by four long years of war, worry, and loss, here was a new threat to contend with.

    The government brought in travel restrictions, cancelled public events, closed schools and other institutions. Mask wearing in public became compulsory. [2] An Influenza Administrative Committee in the Hunter region managed and organised the local responses. They even ordered the railway station be fumigated. But four Maitland cases were diagnosed in March, the sufferers quarantined in their homes.

    With more cases likely, an infectious ward was needed, and the Maitland Benevolent Home (known as Benhome) was repurposed, with existing residents of the home relocated to the Technical College building.[3]

    Maitland Daily Mercury 28 Jan 1919 Via Trove

    What could she do to help? She was a woman of action, someone whoโ€™d not easily watch from the sidelines. When she heard the callout for people to care for those diagnosed with this troubling virus, she responded.

    She joined a team of hospital and community nurses, those willing to work with the sick. She had worked as a bush nurse for several years, visiting homes, caring for people discharged from hospital, assisting with births and patient care in their homes. [4] She had the skills and experience to assist in this crisis.

    With such a highly infectious disease, the work carried the risk of getting influenza herself. The hours were long and the work physically tiring: washing bedpans, scrubbing floors, cleaning medical equipment, feeding and bathing patients, changing bed linen, and many other tasks to keep a sick person clean and comfortable. Sheโ€™d done it all before and could do it again now.

    The death of young Maitland trainee nurse Molly Carr, struck down by flu in mid-June, brought other local women forward to help. At Maitland hospital, Matron Skullthorpe conducted education sessions on home nursing to more than fifty women who volunteered to assist when a shortage of nurses meant extra hands were needed.[5]

    The Maitland Mercury gave daily reports of the donations that came in from the community for the influenza ward: eggs, butter, meals for the nursing staff, household goods, cloth to make masks and gowns.[6]

    For several months it was all people could talk about. The energy that had kept everyone going during the war years was channelled into influenza relief. Of course, fear of the virus meant some people believed the silly โ€˜curesโ€™ advertised in local papers, such as gargles or eucalyptus oil. Jo and her fellow nurses knew better.

    By September the pandemic was contained. Maitland had weathered the worst of it; Benhome ceased its function as isolation ward and its long-term residents returned to the home. Jo and her community could breathe a collective sigh of relief.

    ‘Benhome’ around 1900. Source: University of Newcastle

    ~

    The certificate she received, signed by the Governor, stated:

    Nurse Creek volunteered and worked in the District supervised by the Newcastle Influenza Committee in connection with the stamping out of the pandemic of Pneumonic Influenza (1919) and for caring for sufferers, and thereby rendered eminent service in the cause of humanity [7].

    The letters from the Committee applauded the work done by volunteers and nurses:


    The Committee desires to sincerely thank you for your splendid work in assisting those unable to help themselves during the recent serious Epidemic. This work was carried out under conditions which were always trying and often dangerousโ€ฆThe whole community is indebted to you for your noble efforts which undoubtedly saved many livesโ€ฆ Without your spontaneous and continued help the work could not have been carried onโ€ฆIt will gratify you to know that your assistance brought comfort and relief to many cases of deep and genuine distressโ€ฆ
    [8]

    One of the official thanks received by Josephine for her work during the 1919 Flu Epidemic
    Copy in family collection

    This was quite a moment for a woman who had previously served both family and community with little recognition for her work. She had stepped up to help in the crisis and could be proud of what she and others had collectively achieved. She kept that certificate, and the two thank-you letters signed by Mayoress Edith Cracknell, until she died; after which they were carefully preserved by her family.

    Before the Pandemic

    Like many others in the large Eather clan, she had strong links to two major rivers and their valleys: the Hunter and the Hawkesbury. Born in 1862 when her parents Robert and Ann were living in Newcastle, she was the middle child of thirteen.[9]

    Her older sisters might have sometimes spoken sadly of their tiny brother Robert, who had been born and died before her arrival. When she was ten, her sister Lucretia was buried, dead before her third birthday. Jo had helped care for her other little brother and sisters, just as her older siblings had done for her. She knew all about the risks and dangers for babies and young children, being born and getting through childhood.

    When Lucretia died, Robert and Ann were living at Sally Bottoms (Tennyson) in the Hawkesbury Valley, with nearby Howesโ€™ Creek meandering past paddocks and bushland. Here they farmed their thirty acres; the children working too, while never missing an opportunity to roam and explore the neighbouring creek and bush when their chores were done.

    There were plenty of jobs to keep them busy: chopping wood, fetching water, looking after the littlies, peeling potatoes or kneading bread dough in the kitchen with their mother. There were animals to care for: cows to milk, chickens to feed and eggs to collect.

    At least some of the children went to school for a few years, learning to read, write and do basic sums, likely at the provisional school established in the 1870s.[10]

    In between they went rabbiting, fishing for yabbies in the creek, swimming to cool off on a hot day. They shared the creeks and paddocks with eels, snakes, tortoises, goannas and many kinds of birds.

    They may have come across cave paintings or axe grinding grooves in sandstone ledges across waterways, mysterious signs of the Dharug people who lived on this country before white settlers had arrived to put up fences.

    It was a busy, crowded childhood with few comforts; but they learnt everyday skills they carried into adulthood.

    ~

    St Stephens at Kurrajong. Photo by author, 2023

    When Jo was seventeen, she married John Creek in St Stephenโ€™s Church, then ten years old, perched on its hill at Kurrajong.[11] Pausing a moment on the pathway to the little church, sheโ€™d have seen beautiful undulating fields laid out around her, cradled by blue-tinged mountains in the distance.

    ย Her new husband was a saddler, twenty-two years old, whose parents George Creek and Sarah Webb had emigrated twenty-five years earlier, as assisted immigrants from rural Cambridgeshire in England. Theyโ€™d arrived in December 1854 on the ship General Hewitt, having packed their hopes for a better life into their trunks, stowed securely in the shipโ€™s hold. [12]


    Married life

    John was George and Sarahโ€™s only son. After their wedding Jo lived with her new husband on the north side of the river, where their first baby was born in 1880.[13]

    John worked as a saddler at North Richmond. Saddlery was a skilled and respected trade, as almost everyone needed his wares: saddles and bridles for horses, harnesses for bullock teams, other leather items such as belts. In his day to day work John used an array of specialised tools, saddle frames, and hides, surrounded by the rich smell of leather and the oils used to soften and nourish it. It was honest, satisfying work.

    Saddler and barber businesses at Australian Pioneer Village, Wilberforce NSW.
    Photo by author, 2022

    The next three children were baptised at St Marys.[14] John had either found work at a saddlery business there, or opened his own.

    A township with a strong industrial base, St Marys had tanneries, sawmills, brick makers, blacksmiths and wheelwrights, all making use of local resources. The railway arrived in the 1860โ€™s and encouraged further development in industries such as sawmilling and tanning. The well-known Bennettโ€™s wagon building business incorporated a number of these trades and their wagons were used by timber getters, farmers, and builders.[15] A saddlery business was guaranteed to do well there. The Creeks could look forward to their future with optimism.

    But by the late 1880s they were back in the Hawkesbury at Kurrajong, where seven more babies were born over a fifteen-year period.[16]

    ~

    Young Josephine Eather,
    date unknown.
    Photo in family collection

    Just like her mother and grandmother before her, Joโ€™s adult life was dominated by childbirth and the care of children. All the practice sheโ€™d had as a young girl looking after her siblings came into its own.

    Many of those babies were likely delivered by Sarah Howard, who lived at Little Wheeney Creek at Kurrajong. She was the district midwife, travelling on rough roads across the surrounding district, often late at night and in all weathers. Her arrival was always welcomed in homes where a labouring woman needed her expertise.[17]

     Mrs Howardโ€™s heroic commitment to local women and their families may have planted a seed in Joโ€™s imagination that was to bear fruit in her later life. How wonderful, to be a nurse bringing care to patients suffering in homes too far from a doctor or unable to travel! Perhaps she longed to be able to make this kind of difference in peopleโ€™s lives.

    ~

    In an awful echo of her motherโ€™s experience, she found herself beside a tiny grave dug for her third baby, Robert, who died in 1884, after just one year of life.[18] He was buried in the cemetery of St Stephenโ€™s at Kurrajong, the same church where four years earlier, sheโ€™d stood at the altar to marry John. At least her little boy would lie in a beautiful place, with the peaceful surrounds of the churchyard, and clear piping calls of bellbirds floating down from nearby trees.

    St Stephens churchyard, 2023. Photo by author

    Eighteen years later, she returned to St Stephenโ€™s for the funeral of another child, baby John (Jack) who died at three months, from convulsions brought on by whooping cough.[19] Sheโ€™d had to endure the appalling sight of her baby struggling for each breath and the hooting sounds of his cough. Young life was so fragile. Despite her practiced hand with infants, there was nothing she could do to ease or prevent his death.

    Who could have blamed her if, when registering the birth of her last baby Francis (Frank) a year later in 1903, sheโ€™d silently hoped that thereโ€™d be no more babies to fret and worry over.[20]

    At least, back in the Hawkesbury again, she was nearby to comfort her mother when her father died in 1879.


    In 1901, Australia made the momentous move to Federationโ€”no longer a collection of separate states, now under one national constitution. Of course, women were not allowed to vote in Federal elections (and in most state elections, for that matter) until 1902.  December 1903 was the first occasion on which Jo had the right to cast her vote. Finally, this was a franchise extended to mostโ€”but not allโ€”women across the new nation. Indigenous women and men and people of โ€˜non-Europeanโ€™ backgrounds had to wait.

    As she slipped her ballot paper into the box the first time, sheโ€™d have had a great deal to think about, including her childrenโ€™s futuresโ€”especially her daughters. Perhaps their lives could be easier than her own.

    Return to the Hunter

    Around 1910, the family returned to Maitland. Australia had suffered an economic depression in the โ€˜jobless 90sโ€™, and many were on the move, desperate to find work. If Johnโ€™s saddlery business had slowed because of the downturn, heโ€™d have struggled to make ends meet.

    ย An opportunity arose back in Maitland, to work at the prestigious Barden & Ribee Saddlery business in High Street.[21]ย  Jo could leave behind sad memories now associated with the Hawkesbury.

    Barden & Ribee Saddlers in Maitland. Photo from Athel D’Ombrain collection, courtesy of Univeristy of Newcastle

    They moved to Station Street Homeville, in West Maitland (now known as Brooks Street, Telarah.)

    It was during these years that she began her nursing career.

    ~

    In 1914 the cataclysm of the Great War erupted. Andrew Fisher, who was elected Prime Minister that year, voiced the opinion of many Australians that they should support Great Britain, when he declared that:

    Australians [would] stand beside the mother country to help and defend her to our last man and our last shilling. [22]

    Australians responded enthusiastically, with 416,809 enlisting for service, representing nearly 40% of the male population aged 18 to 44.[23]

    None of the Creek boys signed up, though it was always a possibility. Would Jo have felt proud of her sons, if they had come home in uniform? Pride mixed with fear, perhapsโ€”though to begin with, most people thought the war would be a short-lived affair. Cyril was a grocer, an important occupation during wartimeโ€”people always needed to buy food. Still, there was pressure to join up by some who believed all young men should โ€˜do their bit,โ€™ even workers in key jobs.

    The difficulties of wartime life included higher prices for essentials such as fuel and food. While there wasnโ€™t formal rationing, trade embargoes and the governmentโ€™s decision to send essential commodities to Britain resulted in shortages at home. Already a thrifty homemaker with a large family to feed, she had to further reduce the familyโ€™s consumption of items such as butter and meat. Newspapers and magazines were full of โ€˜austerity recipesโ€™ with ideas on how to make food stretch further.

    Many local women volunteered with the Red Cross, raising money, knitting socks, making cakes and jams, all of which were bundled up as โ€˜comfort packsโ€™ to send to the boys at the front.

    Through all this, she continued her nursing work.


    John and Josephine Creek, date unknown. Photo in family collection

    Once the war had ended and the flu pandemic brought under control in 1919, life settled down to a calmer pace. But in January 1924, John died of kidney disease and a heart condition which had been troubling him for over a year.[24] He was buried at Campbellโ€™s Hill Cemetery, West Maitland.[25]

    More sadness was in store for Jo: her sister Elvina died two years later in 1926; and in 1929 daughter Priscilla, aged forty-four.[26] In that same year another sister, Cecilia, known as Mother Mary de-Sales of the Sisters of the Good Samaritan, passed away at the age of eighty.[27] And in 1933, she was given the news of the death of her forty-two year old daughter Alma, who had moved to Victoria after her marriage.[28]

    Australia was now in the throes of the Great Depression. Maitland, once a thriving, prosperous town built on an abundance of natural resources, suffered like the rest of the country, with high unemployment and hardship.

    To make matters worse, in 1930 the Hunter River broke its banks in another flood, the worst since the previous century.[29] After the water receded, people spent long exhausting days sweeping mud from homes and shops, throwing out items onto huge rubbish piles, sorting through donations of clothing for flood victims. Just like the Hawkesbury of her youth, this river was both a giver of gifts and a deadly enemy.

    West Maitland in 1930 flood.
    Photo courtesy Newcastle & Hunter District Historical Society & University of Newcastle

    Another War

    By 1939, Australia was once again embroiled in a world war. During her final years, she had to relive the anxieties of wartime. This time the government did introduce rationing, with the war raging in the Pacific as well as in Europe, the Middle East and Asia.

    As war broke out, Joโ€™s youngest son Frank was living in England, where he worked as a porter at Londonโ€™s Australia House. He joined the Civil Defence Service as an air raid warden and had special training in dealing with any gas attacks.[30] Jo must have worried about him, especially when news of German bombing raids on London filled the papers and radio broadcasts.

    In 1942 came the devastating news that grandson Harvey (โ€˜Snowโ€™) Newton, her daughter Florenceโ€™s eldest, was missing in action after the fall of Singapore to the Japanese. How on earth could she comfort her daughter, faced with such loss? They continued to hope for better news, but the anguish at not knowing Snowโ€™s fate never left.

    There was a price to be paid for a long life. By the time she died at the end of December that year, aged eighty, Jo had outlived seven of her siblings, her husband, and four of her children. She was at least spared the eventual understanding that her grandson Snow would never return.[31] She did not live to see the end of the war and the safe return of other grandsons whoโ€™d enlisted.

    John and Josephine’s headstones at Campbell’s Hill Cemetery, West Maitland. Photo by author, 2022

    She was laid to rest near John at Campbellโ€™s Hill cemetery.[32]

    Witnesses to change

    John and Josephine lived through tumultuous decades which ushered Australia into the modern era. Between them, they endured two major depressions, a world pandemic, two devastating world wars and numerous river floods. They witnessed the development of railways, motor vehicles, powered flight, telephone services, and saw Australia become a federated nation instead of a collection of British colonies.

    Jo was among the first women in the British Empire with the right to cast her vote in federal and state elections.

    They were ordinary people, living through extraordinary times. The legacy they left was not monetary wealth. Their names and photos did not appear in newspapers or history books. Still, their contributions to family and community were real and irreplaceable. Josephineโ€™s certificate of thanks from the Governor and were testimony to that.

    ~

    Josephine Creek, date unknown. Photo in family collection

    [1] Copies in family collection[2] Janice Wilson, โ€˜Spanish Fluโ€™, 2022, Maitland Stories atย  https://maitlandstories.com.au/stories/spanish-flu, accessed 7 June 2024[3] Janice Wilson, โ€˜Spanish Fluโ€™[4] Josephine Creek 1913 in Australian Electoral Commission; Canberra, Australia; Electoral Rolls 1903-1980, Homeville, Maitland NSW. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 10 December 2022; Maitland Mercury 12 July 1919 Via Trove, accessed 11 Dec 2022; Janice Wilson,โ€˜Spanish Fluโ€™ https://maitlandstories.com.au/stories/spanish-flu, accessed 11 Dec 2022[5] Maitland Weekly Mercury (NSW 1894-1931), 5 April 1919 p7. Via Trove https://trove.nla.gov.au/newspaper/article/128058576#, accessed Sept 17, 2023[6] Maitland Daily Mercury, (NSW 1894-1939), 12 July 1919 p5 Via Trove, accessed 28 Sept 2023[7] Department of Public Health Certificate for Influenza Workers (copy in family collection)[8] Alderman Edith B Cracknell and Influenza Relief Committee to Josephine Creek, Maitland, July 1919 (copy in family collection )[9] Birth of Josephine Eather, reg 1862/ 10963, Aust Birth Index 1788-1922, via Ancestry.com accessed 28 Sept 2023[10] Michelle Nichols, Pictorial History of Hawkesbury, Kingsclear Books, 2004, p35[11] Marriage of Josephine Eather and John Creek, 1879/4267, Australia Marriage Index 1788-1950. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 17 Sept 2023 June 2024 [12] State Records NSW, Persons on bounty ships to Sydney, Newcastle and Moreton bay (Board’s Immigrant Lists) Series 5317 Reel 2466, Item [4/4937] Via Ancestry.com, accessed 15 Dec 2022 [13] NSW Birth Certificate for John Creek, 1857/11943 Certified copy issued 12 Sept 1988 [14] Australian Birth Index John Lamrock Creek 1857/11943; Hannah Creek 1860/11726; Sarah Ann Creek 1866/14287 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 Sept 2023[15] Lorraine Stacker, Penrith & St Marys: A Pictorial History Kingsclear Books 2013, pp110-117 [16] NSW Birth Reg Cyril John Creek 1887/24289; Alma Creek 1891/30840; Isabella Creek 1893/31587; Florence May Creek 1896/16077; Ina Myrtle Creek 1899/15510; John Creek 1902/6579; Francis John Creek 1903/6619/
    ย Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 Sept 2023[17] Nola Oโ€™Connor โ€˜Sarah Alexander (Howard) 1860-1948โ€™ in The Millstone, Journal of Kurrajong-Comleroy Historical Society Inc, Vol 10 Issue 3, May-June 2012, p8 https://www.findagrave.com/memorial/114298699/augustus-john-creek: accessed 21 September 2023; Maintained by Frances France (contributor 47744340). [18] Robert George Creek in Australian Death Index 1787-1985, reg 1884/10080. Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 Sept 2023 [19] John Cleave Creek in Australian Death Index 1787-1985, reg 1902/2879 [20] Frank Creek in Australian Birth Index 1788-1922, reg 1903/6619 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 June 2024 [21] The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW: 1894 – 1939) 15 Dec 1915 p2 Via Trove, 20 accessed Sept 2023 [22] Department of Veterans Affairs, ANZAC Portal, at Australia’s responses to World War I – Anzac Portal (dva.gov.au) Accessed 20 June 2024 [23] Australian War Memorial Enlistment statistics, First World War | Australian War Memorial (awm.gov.au) [24] Death of John Creek 1924 in State Records Collection; Kingswood, New South Wales, Australia; Indexes to deceased estate files; Archive Series: NRS 13341; Series: “Pre A” Series (1923-1939); Reel Number: 3216 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 Sept 2023; Death certificate 1924/2319, transcription of 5 March 2024 [25] John Creek 1924 in Australia and New Zealand, Find A Grave Index, 1800s-Current: Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 Sept 2023; Death Certificate 2319/1924 transcription of 12 March 2024 [26] Death of Elvina E Scott (nee Eather) 3 Jun. 1926 in Aust Cemetery Index 1808-2007, Compiler: Central Coast Family History Society; Collection Title: Index to the Charles Kinsela Funeral Directors Registers; Reference: Rookwood Church of England; Via Ancestry.com, accessed 29 Nov 2023; Death Priscilla Hayes (nee Creek) reg 1929/23773 Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 Sept 2023 [27] Death of Cecilia Eather 1929/23773 in Aust Death Index, Via Ancestry.com, accessed 19 Sept 2023; Obituary Sr Mary de Sales, The Catholic Press, Sydney NSW 1895-1942, 28 Nov 1929. Via Trove, accessed 2 Sept 2023 [28] Death of Alma Millership (nee Creek) 1933/8918 in The Victorian Registry of Births, Deaths, and Marriages; Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 June 2024 [29] Maitland Stories: Timeline โ€” Maitland: Our Place, Our Stories (maitlandstories.com.au), Accessed 20 June 2024 [30] 1939 England & Wales register, The National Archives; Kew, London, England; 1939 Register; Reference: Rg 101/530c Via Ancestry.com, accessed 20 Sept 2023 [31] Death Josephine Creek (nee Eather) Maitland NSW reg 1942/30857 Transcription of 31 Jan 2023 [32] Find A Grave Index, Josephine Creek 8 Dec 1942, Campbellโ€™s Hill Cemetery Via Ancestry.com, accessed 5 Sept 2023

  • History

    Travels with my Ancestors #16: Robert Vincent Eather and Ann Cornwell

    This is the continuing story of the family and descendants of convicts Thomas Eather and Elizabeth Lee in Australia. You can find the very first post in this series here. That one deals with my journey to discover Elizabeth’s beginnings in Lancaster; following posts explore the Eather roots in Kent, then the journeys of both on convict ships to NSW, where they met and created a family and life together.

    This post tells the story of their grandson, Robert Vincent (1824-1879) and his wife Ann Cornwell (1831-1889.) They are my great-great grandparents.

    NB: For ease of reading online, I have omitted my references and footnotes. If you are interested in seeing the sources I have relied on for this story, please let me know via the contact form on this website and Iโ€™ll be happy to share them with you.


    Legacies and continuity

    Like his father before him, Robert Vincent Eather arrived into the world surrounded by the fertile river land of the Hawkesbury valley. The family lived at their farm at Cornwallis, on low lying land near Windsor. When Robert junior was born in May, 1824, the leaves of the deciduous trees planted by his father and grandfather were burnished with autumn reds and golds, and a chill was in the air.

    His childhood was crowded: nine surviving siblings, and later, the three orphaned Griffiths boys his parents had fosteredโ€”the farmhouse brimming with young bodies. At least there was plenty of space outside, though chores always wanted doing.

    His fatherโ€™s butchery in Richmond was a flourishing business, and the farms produced good yields. Once he was old enough, Robert followed in his fatherโ€™s footsteps, becoming a farmer and butcher, setting up a shop in Richmond, on the corner of Paget and Lennox streets.

    Richmond Church and Rectory c.1854 Frederick Casemero Terry.
    Source: Hawkesbury City Library

    The township had been established back in Governor Macquarieโ€™s time, and his family had seen it grow. There were now many businesses lining its main street, fringed on one side by open land that had been meant for a market square but had instead been used for games and foot races by the townsfolk, and a Guy Fawkes bonfire each November. There was a grocery store, blacksmith, chemist, bakery, drapery, the Royal and Commercial hotels, several churches and schools, saddler and shoemaker, and tannery. There were frequent grumbles about the poor repair of the streets, which in wet weather were flooded, with large potholes big enough to bathe a baby. The stink of the tannery was barely covered by piles of bark thrown down to mop up the bloody refuse that seeped out onto the road.

    Still, Richmond was a good town to live in. His grandparents told many stories about the old days in the district, when Windsor was called โ€˜Green Hillsโ€™ and the people who lived alongside the upper reaches ran a bit wild, just like the river.

    In 1847 he married Ann Cornwell, also from the Hawkesbury. Annโ€™s parents, John Cornwell and Ann Eaton, had been โ€˜native bornโ€™. And like him, Annโ€™s grandparents had come to the colony in fettersโ€”in her case, all four grandparents. In the small Hawkesbury settler community, there were few families without at least one elder with a murky past. Each successive generation tried its best to shrug off the convict legacy of their forebears.

    Restless lives

    Given the tumult and drama of their grandparentsโ€™ convict pasts, Robert and Annโ€™s life together got off to a tamer start in Richmond. One year after their marriage, their first child was born. Young Jane was followed by another girl, Cecilia; then ten other children, each born within two or three years of the last. Ann had no respite between babies; feeding and housing the growing family preoccupied her husband. And Robert had become increasingly restless, looking for opportunities outside the Hawkesbury district.

    Maitland Mercury & General Advertiser Sat 7 June 1856 p3

    In 1856, with their first five youngsters in tow, they moved to The Glebe, a suburb of Newcastle, on Awabakal land in the Hunter Valley. Here Robert took up an auctioneerโ€™s license; and opened a butchery business.

    Newcastle in 1874. Source: Hunter Living Histories University of Newcastle https://images.app.goo.gl/mhmUPbrCaGRGUGnt7

    There were many similarities between this valley and the one theyโ€™d been born in. Both Hunter and Hawkesbury were mighty rivers, with the fertile soils of all floodplains. European occupation had begun with penal settlements, followed by bloody battles with the First peoples, who fought to defend their traditional homelands. Now, the white settlements were growing: the lure of land ownership and the natural resources of the valleys proving irresistible.

    Three more children were born at Newcastle, though Robertโ€™s little namesake Robert Vincent junior, only lived one year.  In 1867 the family moved again, this time to Black Creek, near Singleton, on Wonnarua country. Two years on, they returned to Newcastle.

    He put an optimistic notice of a new business venture in the local paper:

    Robert V Eather begs most respectfully to inform the inhabitants of Lake Macquarie Road, Glebe, and Racecourse, that he will conduct the BUTCHERING BUSINESS heretofore carried on by Mr Davis Jonesโ€ฆ where he hopes, by strict attention to business combined with cleanliness and civility to all who will favour him with a call, to merit a share of patronage so liberally bestowed on Mr Jones.

    The Newcastle Chronicle, Wednesday 18 Jan 1868

    Problems with credit had him placing a peevish notice in the newspaper, warning that he would take legal action to recover money owed him by customers who were late paying their bills. If the business was not going as well as heโ€™d hoped, money was tight with eleven children to provide for.

    Alcohol is an easy salve for problems, but can bring more trouble. In 1870 he was charged with public drunkenness, though let off without penalty. A few months before that, heโ€™d been fined 10 shillings for riding his horse carelessly on a public thoroughfare. Was he liquored up then, too?

    In the early 1850โ€™s the gold rushes had begun, luring people from all over the world to the diggings in NSW and Victoria. Perhaps heโ€™d been caught up in the spirit of the time, always on the lookout to make a fortune, rather than a living. The decade before had brought drought, depression, and bank crashes, all of which contributed to a sense of the precariousness of life.

    In 1856, he came before the court in Maitland, over a dispute between himself and a man called Richardson who heโ€™d employed for a while as auctioneerโ€™s clerk. When he told the man that he no longer needed his services because he was โ€˜off to the diggings,โ€™ the man took him to court for unpaid wages and breach of promise. The court found in Richardsonโ€™s favour; Robert was ordered to pay a hefty ยฃ10.

    Ann would not have thanked him if he had gone off to the diggings, leaving her with the children to keep on her own. While some on the goldfields struck it rich, many more returned with nothingโ€” or worse, in debt. If heโ€™d used the idea as a ruse for not continuing with Richardsonโ€™s employment, she must have wondered what was going on. Either way, it was an expensive mistake.


    Ever restless, he moved Ann and the children again, but this time for good. By 1872 they were back in the Hawkesbury, on forty acres near Howeโ€™s Creek, at Tennyson, where heโ€™d been raised.

    Their three youngest children were born here.

    In those years between their marriage and finally settling back on home ground, Ann had given birth to thirteen babies, moved four times, buried one son aged one year, another aged eleven, and a daughter aged two. She worried about her husbandโ€™s businesses, money, and his drinking. At long last they were settled, within reach of their extended family members for support and help.

    She could breathe a sigh of reliefโ€”for now.

    The next generation

    Five years after their move back to the Hawkesbury, Robert was dead. The alcohol heโ€™d turned to when things were tough may have finally claimed its toll: the death certificate recorded the cause of his death as cirrhosis of the liver and fluid in the lungs. He was fifty four.

    At least she had a home where she could continue to live: her husband had left all his estate, valued at ยฃ715, to her. Son John managed the property on her behalf. Her three youngest children, Walter, Isabella and Florence, aged twelve, seven and five, stayed with her there until she died ten years later, in 1889.

    Annโ€™s will expressed her wish that her property be divided: one half to go to son John, the other half to be shared equally by Walter, Isabella and Florence.

    She was buried near her husband at St Peters churchyard in Richmond.

    They had come full circle, from their birth beside the Hawkesbury River, to their burial in its soil.