My Morgan and Kelly Families.

My paternal great-great-grandfather, JOHN MORGAN was born in 1829 at Derrynoose, Armagh, Ireland.

His parents were Alexander MORGAN and Ann LENNON.

John was baptised on the 30 June 1829 at Derrynoose.
Sponsors were James LENNON and Mary MORGAN.
John died on the 24 Feb 1880 at the Cross Keys Hotel, Essendon, Victoria, Australia
Cause of death – Chronic alcoholism
Buried Melbourne General Cemetery
Denomination – Roman Catholic
There was a Cross Keys road not far from John’s home town of Derrynoose in Armagh.Cross Keys:  A common sign in Christian heraldry, referring to St. Peter, to whom Jesus said: “I will give unto thee the keys of the kingdom of heaven”.  The papal arms show crossed keys.
Click here for more information on Cross Keys coat of arms of the Holy See.
John married Margaret Alice Kelly on the 30th of June 1858 at St. Francis Church, Melbourne, Victoria.
St, Francis Church, Melbourne [picture] / printed from stone by Thos Ham.
Thomas Ham 1821-1870, lithographer.
MARGARET “ALICE” KELLY was born in 1834 Tipperary, Ireland
Cornelius KELLY was a farmer who leased house, land, and office from Matthew Penefather at Fussough, Tipperary until about 1851.
Mary KELLY nee MOLOUGHNEY mother of Margaret “Alice” KELLY
Alice died on the 30 Sept 1904 at the
Photo courtesy of Coburg Historical Society.
Margaret “Alice” MORGAN nee KELLY
Photo courtesy of her 3rd great-granddaughter,
the late Brigid SIMPSON, nee LAVIN and family, of New Zealand
Margaret “Alice” Kelly
Baptised 10 Dec 1834, Dualla, Sponsors were Laurence Mockler and Judith Dwyer (vicc Judith Mulloughney) which I am told means “standing in for”   So it seems that Judith Dwyer was standing in for Judith Mulloughney. (or was it a maiden name?)


Alice’s father’s death may have been the reason for her migrating to Australia some time in the early 1850s.  I have not yet found any information on her mother, Mary nee Moloughney, so I don’t know where the younger boys lived between their father’s death and their migration to Australia in 1858.

Michael Kelly
Baptised 18 Sep 1836, Dualla, Sponsors were Patrick Molloughney, Mary Mahony
He arrived in Australia in about 1897 only six months before his death of TB.
Did he go to South Africa directly from Ireland or, like his brothers, did he come to Australia first and then head to South Africa?

Edmond Kelly
Baptised 16 Sep 1838, Dualla, Sponsors were Thomas Ryan, Julia Kelly.
No further information found as yet on Edmond Kelly.

John Kelly 
Baptised 20 Jun 1840, Newpark, Sponsors were William Mahony, Mary Ryan.   He married Mary ANN FRANCIS.  John died in 1905 at Yackandandah, Victoria

Thomas Kelly
Baptised 1 Jan 1843, Dualla, Sponsors were Thomas Quinlan, Catherine Mulloughny. Thomas emigrated to New Zealand in 1861. He married Juliana BASSETT. Thomas’s New Zealand death certificate was the only way I found out the name of the townland in Tipperary that the KELLY’S came from.

William Kelly
6 Jan 1846, Dualla, Sponsors were Michael Kelly, Mary Ryan.  William died at Longreach, Queensland in 1899, a miner and a bachelor.

The three younger brothers arrived in Australia on the 15th June 1858 onboard the ship Rising Sun.
They had arrived just in time for their older sister’s wedding on the 30th of June that same year.

John’s age was given as 15 or 16
Thomas was age 13
William age 12

Alice and some of her other family members are buried Melbourne General Cemetery
Photo courtesy of Chel Indikt (member of a Facebook genealogy group)
The Morgan family grave is at the Melbourne General Cemetery.
Roman Catholic, Section F, Grave C53 C54
Erected by
in memory of her beloved husband
died at Essendon
24 Feb 1880
age 48 yrs
also their second daughter
died 5 Nov 1872
age 6 yrs
Michael KELLY
died at Essendon
19 Apr 1898
age 59 yrs
also their dearly beloved youngest daughter
Agnes Mary Magdelen MORGAN
died at Essendon
30 Apr 1900
age 24 yrs
also their son
died at Essendon
11 Jun 1900 age 40 yrs
also the beloved mother of above
died at Essendon
30 Sep 1904
age 69 yrs.
J Hanson (stonemason)

John and Alice’s 2nd son, Alexander MORGAN, was found to be in New Zealand along with his Uncle, Thomas KELLY, one of Alice’s brothers.

Alice’s brother, John KELLY, was found to be in Gippsland at around the time of John Morgan’s death in 1880.

John Morgan had arrived in Australia on the ship Calliance on the 31st of December 1855 along with his 2 sisters, Margaret and Bridget.

John’s occupation was listed as Agricultural Labourer and he was sponsored by a Mr Dodd of Campbellfield.

Bridget (21 yrs) and Margaret  (19 yrs) both Farm Servants were sponsored by a Mrs Morgan of Flinders Lane who was named as their sister in law.   This sister in law may well have been Mary Ellen Morgan, nee Hayes, who was married to a Felix Morgan.

The name Felix was used as a middle name for John Morgan’s youngest son so it most likely was a family name along with Francis.
According to another family researcher, Phil Morgan, Felix may have been known as Patrick as this nicknaming went on in future generations.  We can find no baptism record for Felix but there is one for a Patrick in 1827 which, within reason, fits with Felix documented age in Australia and his immigration record.

Felix (25 yrs) Agricultural Labourer and Mary (24 yrs) possibly arrived on the ship Truro in January 1854 – they were sponsored by a Mrs Vivian of Hawthorn. Felix and Patrick may have been either the same person or if brothers, Patrick may have remained in Ireland.


Bridget Morgan was baptised at Derrynoose, Armagh on the 1st of February 1833.
Sponsors were Bernard and Ann  BARKA (sic) – (Church baptism record)
Bridget married a Bernard Clark in Victoria in 1859.
They had 2 children at Inglewood, Victoria.
Margaret born 1861
Peter born 1863.
Bridget died in 1863, perhaps from complications of childbirth.

I’m hopeful of a DNA match one day with a descendant one day if Margaret and/or Peter went on to have families of their own.


Margaret Morgan married a Thomas Gaffney at Inglewood on the 24th of September 1863.
They had 7 children, of which the last 3 were known to be born at Euroa in Victoria.  Margaret died on the 31st of March 1912 at Collingwood in Victoria.
The Gaffneys are also buried at Melbourne General Cemetery.
I found no baptism record for Margaret.
Recently a couple of DNA matches have confirmed Margaret’s connection.


In both John and Margaret’s Victorian certificates Alexander Morgan’s occupation is Farmer.

There is also a baptism record for Patrick Morgan at Derrynoose on the 1st of February 1827.  Parents Alexander Morgan and Nancy Lennon.
Sponsors were Bernard Morgan and Rose McGeough.

DNA tests have given us matches with a Hennessey family in America who are all descendants of a Patrick Morgan born around the same year in Ireland but they don’t have a lot of detail about his ancestry.

On the 8th of December 1846 an Ann Morgan was baptised, daughter of Alick Morgan and Nancy Lennon. Sponsors were Ann and Francis Morgan.

Imagine my excitement after doing an autosomal DNA test with FamilyTreeDNA and finding Dad and I matched at the right amount of shared centimorgans to be 3rd cousins and 3rd cousins once removed with Kathleen and her cousin Marcella who were descendants of Ann Morgan from Armagh.  Ann emigrated to the United States of America in 1865.
We all also share a DNA match with Shirley and her daughter Shaun who are descendants of a Margaret Morgan also of Keady Parish, Armagh. Margaret may well be a first cousin of John Morgan.

Photo of Ann is courtesy of her 3xgreat grandson, David Kurtz.
On the 27th of September 1869, Ann married John Courtney in Pennsylvania.  They went on to have six children and lived their lives at Bethlehem, Pennsylvania.
Death notice from the Mellon family history collection.
John and Alice’s children Francis Edward Morgan and Agnes Margaret Morgan who both died in 1900. Photos from LAVIN family collection.
John and Alice’s eldest son Francis was born 1860 at Hawstead.
He had two daughters with the char-woman of the Cross Keys Hotel in 1879 and 1881.
He married Emily BENNETTO in 1886 and they had a son and a daughter.
DNA matches with descendants of Francis Edward Morgan confirm our relationships and paper trail.
Alexander Morgan, second eldest son of John and Alice.
Photo from LAVIN family collection.
Alexander was born in 1862 at Moonee Ponds.  He joined his maternal Uncle, Thomas KELLY in New Zealand where he married Lavinia STUART.
He worked for many years as an accountant for the New Zealand Treasury Department.Alexander’s daughter, Mary Agnes MORGAN became a very much loved sister with the Roman Catholic Order of the Society of the Sacred Heart.

This photo was amongst Alexander Morgan’s collection.  It shows a group of men at an unknown location.  The closest man in the photo is the Archbishop of Victoria, Daniel Mannix
A family friend of the Morgan’s was Father Patrick Loughnan of St. Roch’s
My great grandmother,  Mary Agnes Adams nee Morgan,
the eldest daughter of John and Alice Morgan.
Photo from LAVIN family collection.
John Felix Morgan, youngest son of John and Alice.
Photo from LAVIN family collection. John tragically drowned in the Cross Keys Hotel water tank in 1907.  His widow, Margaret nee O’MEARA carried on as the final licensee of the original Cross Keys Hotel.  They had no children.
I found one Alexander Morgan at Rowan, Derrynoose in the Griffiths Valuation for Ireland and a death record for 1870 in the Parish of Keady.
Derrynoose RC church is included in Parish of Keady.
Also in that Parish was the death of an Agness Morgan in 1869.
I cannot confirm if this Alexander and Agness Morgan are my ancestors though.
© Copyright Dean Molyneaux and licensed for reuse under this Creative Commons Licence.
Derrynoose Roman Catholic Church, Armagh, Ireland


Private Robert Forsyth – 1st Gordon Highlanders

Private Robert Forsyth, service number 817, enlisted in the 1st Gordon Highlanders at New Maud, Aberdeenshire, Scotland.

Robert Forsyth was born on the 3rd of February 1895 at Aberdour, Aberdeenshire, Scotland to John Gill Forsyth and Jane nee Birnie.
He was the younger brother of  George Forsyth who also died in WW1.

Photo of Robert’s memorial card courtesy of Gael Thomas in New Zealand from her mother’s collection.

Gael’s mother Inez evelyn Florence Butcher was Robert’s niece.

Printed and published by Wm. Duncan, 19 High St., Kirkcaldy (only address).  No.5. Reg.D (on the back.).

Thankyou Gael x

Both Robert and George are commemorated on the War Memorial at Rathen.

Photo from
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Robert was killed in action on the 20th of November, 1914 at Flanders, most probably the infamous first battle of Ypres where the British were outnumbered by seven to one.
A note from Robert’s cousin Patrick Forsyth who lives in Fraserburgh gives headstone inscription “from the Kirkyard of Aberdour, Fam/Hist/Soc….number 262…..Erected by JANE BIRNIE in loving memory of her husband JOHN FORSYTH Hillfoot,Cortes,Lonmay,22 sept 1927 aged 66.Their family John d.1 July 1889 aged 17 mths……Jessie d.3rd July 1896 aged 13…Isabella d. 6 may 1899 aged 11 mnths……ROBERT d.of wounds France 20 Nov.1914 aged 19…..GEORGE killed in action in France 9 Aug.1916 aged 26……Jean died in New Zealand 24 Oct 1928…….Edward d. Canada 20 Oct.1935…..The above JANE BIRNIE d.8 Sept.1946”
I don’t know if his war service records exist as in 1940 there was a World War Two bombing raid on the War Office in London where the records were held. During this raid, a large portion (approximately 60 per cent) of the 6.5 million records was destroyed by fire. The surviving service records have become known as the ‘Burnt Documents’.

On the 4th August when the Germans struck through Belgium the shock had to be met at the fields of Flanders and France and within a few days the `contemptible little army` as the Kaiser called it had been thrown across the channel and by the 22nd of the month had reached Mons. The 1st Battalion as part of the 8th Brigade in the 3rd Division helped to line the Conde-Mons canal near Nimy Bridge and it was here on the morning of the following day that the brunt of the German onslaught fell and two days later, after the longest march of the retreat, they made their famous stand at Le Cateau. At last after 8 days of retreat and with only one company left they reached a line behind the river Marne and it was from here that General Joffre struck at the German flank and turned the tide of invasion away from Paris.

By late November 1914 the old British army had virtually disappeared.

Robert Forsyth’s medal card

is where Robert Forsyth is buried.

Tribute page for our Servicemen

Edward “King” Hulme, (1818 – 1904) “A settlers 35 Years Experience in Victoria, Australia 1856-1891” 

My 3rd great grand uncle, Edward “King” Hulme, (1818 – 1904) wrote a small book called  “A settlers 35 Years Experience in Victoria, Australia 1856-1891”

I am lucky to have a copy that my Mum found online some years ago.

Below are a couple of excerpts from the book.


In giving this little “Life Sketch,” I am actuated by a desire to assist many, not only hard-handed men in the “Old Country,” but many soft-handed ones also, as I was, and especially those who have large families, as I had, and who are struggling for a living, and see but little hope for the future in the already over-crowded hive in the “Old Land,” and a still poorer prospect for the new swarms; I, therefore, think a little advice and encouragement to those desirous to “cast off,” from one who has been through it all, will be welcomed by many, —— E.H.


When living in the Old Land,” over 35 years since, I belonged to a class of which there are many thousands ‑ a struggling professor and of the class I have designated as “ soft‑handed.” I was an artist by profession; studied from a child; never did anything else; and in I850 and I85I had so far advanced in my profession to have the honour of having my works hung in a creditable position on the walls of the Royal Academy of Arts, of which I was also a student.

I married rather young (at 25), and soon had little ones running round. I started fairly well in the neighbourhood of London, at Clapham, adding teaching. Just about this time (I8I7) artists were invited by the Government to send in specimens of their works for exhibition in Westminster Hall, for competition for the decoration of the new Houses of Parliament, then just finished. I was rather too young and inexperienced an artist for so great and honoured an undertaking; however, I thought I would venture. I got my large picture finished, but from over‑study, excitement, and anxiety, my health gave way. I contracted nervous typhus fever, and consequently could not finish the other one, which was required by the Commissioners to enable me to Compete. But Sir Chas. Eastlake, the President, whose letter I still have, said my painting ‑ under the section of “Scriptural Allegory,” subject, “The King of Kings and Lord of Lords “‑ though not entitled to compete, could, if I liked, be hung in the vestibule of the hall; which was an honour I gladly consented to.

On getting up from my long and dangerous illness, my medical advisors persuaded me to go to a milder climate for perfect restoration, and to give up my profession for a time, at least to do very little painting. South Devonshire was recommended. We therefore left our home at Clapham, and took up our residence about four miles from that lovely spot, Torquay. To our residence was attached a small farm and splendid orchard. In this beautiful climate I soon regained my strength. I did all sorts of labour on the farm, so that I got a general insight into all sorts of farming work. This I found exceedingly useful since taking to farming in Australia.

I found many kind friends in Devonshire. (I cannot help naming the Savile family. God bless them for their kind patronage and introduction in my profession!) We resided in Devonshire about four years. We then came again to London, but found a difficulty in looking up a connection again, had to fill up my time in decorating in the various courts of the Crystal Palace, at Sydenham, just then being erected. I however, saw but little prospect of advancing in my profession, or even making a living, and less prospect for a large and increasing family, we having by this time seven children, six boys and one baby girl, besides I had contracted a great taste for rural life while in Devonshire. We were determined therefore to depart for Australia, the land of gold.

The goldfields being at that time in full swing. A wide field indeed for enterprise, and anticipated prosperity, with God’s blessing, for, I am happy to say, I had long sought His grace and guidance, and committed my ways unto him, and was sure He would guide our steps.

In the first place, I applied to the Commissioners of Emigration for a situation as schoolmaster for the voyage, on a Government emigration ship, my wife to act as matron. I presented letters of recommendation, one from the Bishop of London (Blomfield). I was well known to him, as Fulham, near London, where he resided, was my native place. The commissioners said my letters were more than enough, but desired to know the number of children I had. On hearing the number they informed me that they regretted to say that, according to their regulations, this would be a bar to my appointment. Three I think was the number allowed.

This was a great blow to us, as we should have saved our passage money, and had a salary besides. I think about I50 pound as schoolmaster, and wife as matron. Parties told me I could have managed it if I had liked, by getting some of the passengers to take the other four children, but this I could not do from principle. To pay our passage in a general passage ship, therefore, exhausted all our little means.


We did intend taking our passage in the new ship “Schomberg” just launched, owned by the “White Star Company”. On enquiring at the London office, they informed me that I could send our goods on at Liverpool, but they would not be put on any ship until our passage money was paid, and that I could find them in the company warehouse at Liverpool, consequently, I sent the goods on. We could not however get ready to go by the “Schomberg”. On arrival at Liverpool, and enquiring for our luggage, I found it had been sent on in that vessel.

Now the fate of that fine new ship, I presume is generally known. The captain had a bet with the captain of the ship “Kent”, a well known clipper, and declared “if he did not beat the “Kent” he would knock the “Schombergs” bows in”. On hearing that the “Kent” had made the passage before him, the “Schomberg” was wilfully run on shore just a little way from Cape Otway. Luckily it was fair weather and the passengers and crew were taken off, but with only the luggage they could carry in their hands, there being only just standing room on board the rescuing steamboat. The “Schomberg” became a total wreck.

This I suppose, is one of the most wicked and shameful incidents that ever happened on the shores of Australia. We took our passage in the next ship, the good ship “SULTANA” from Liverpool, on the 2Ist October, I855.


We were thankful to arrive safely, after a fine passage of 8I days. We arrived off Cape Otway in the night, and stood ‘on and off’ until daylight, when the pilot came on board, and the first thing he told us was the loss of the ‘Schomberg’.

Well of course, we then knew also that all our goods were at the bottom of the sea. We were thankful though, that we did not ship on board that ill fated vessel, but ought we to attribute her loss to fate? No! It was wilful wickedness. I regretted our loss the more as my Westminster Hall picture was among the things lost, as it was the highest class work I ever attempted.


I started alone with swag, blankets, billy, pannikin, etc., in orthodox style, for a 200 miles’ tramp through the bush. (See frontispiece.) This, however, was not much of an undertaking for me, as I was a great pedestrian, could do my six miles an hour easy, and often over 50 miles per day on my sketching tours in the “Old Country;” being tall (fully six feet), I had a good stride. At that time the Sydney Road was only formed a few miles out of Melbourne, and from the Rockey Waterholes to the foot of the Big Hill (commonly then called Pretty Sally’s Hill) was swamp ground. I found a difficulty in getting over this; I had to tread the thistles down for miles to prevent bogging, and it was raining fast. The contractors were just forming the road, and on the first rise on the other side of the swamp the camp was formed. The men had knocked off on account of the rain. Just as I was level with the camp, I beard my name called out in true Irish accent, and out ran one of our shipmates to greet me. He occupied the next berth to us on board ship, and was ill a great part of the way. He had been a tradesman in Dublin. He was lively enough now, as he grasped my hand and cut a real, Irish caper, with “Hurrah! for Australia and I4s. a day, and wood and water”! He was driving one of the contractor’s drays. He wanted me to stay, as it was far into the afternoon, but no ‑ my alloted mileage was not done, so I marched on.

My first night’s ”bushing” was a strange experience. Rolled up in blankets, at the foot of a gum tree, I had not turned down long (I cannot say turned in) when I was conscious of something being upon my shoulder, and, cautiously turning round saw an animal perched quite innocently there. It was an opossum. I presume he did not recognise me from a log.

He appeared quite content to sit there until I gave him a cant and sent him some distance off.

This ” camping out” is not at all an unpleasant experience, as many might think, and this was a splendid moonlight night. At that time it was far more safe to keep clear of restaurants and shanties as they were the resort of the vilest characters. Neither was it safe to camp out alone with a fire at night, as this was an attraction, and you were pretty sure to get objectionable company. The plan, therefore, generally adopted, was to boil the billy for tea, then, after tea, leave, and go on a little distance in the dark, and turn off the road or track into the silent bush, and roll up in your blankets; thus you avoided unpleasant company. I got through in about seven days. I passed through the famous “Woolshed Diggings,” where the rich claims were, and where the men had to wash the gold off their boots when they left work. There was a “ strike” on just then. The claim‑holders wanted to reduce the wages to £I per day.  I was interviewed, and offered work at that price, but of course, I refused, as I was on my way to join my wife’s brothers. I then went on through Beechworth – Spring Creek diggings. The scenes on the diggings were strange and novel to me. Beechworth was the chief centre of the mining district, and the other diggings around were named by the distance from Beechworth, thus – “ The One Mile,”  “ The Three Mile,” and “The Nine Mile.” This last was my destination. It was also called “Snake Valley,” from the  winding course of the creek. It was late in the evening when I arrived, quite dark and pouring rain, and there had been a long rain before, so that the roads in the township were wretched. At the crossings of the creek it was impassable, and was only indicated by side logs, on which I had to crawl. The worst of it was, I had to wander up and down the creek to find my brothers’ hut. The storekeepers knew them by sight, but could not say where they lived. I was directed to a large restaurant, about a mile down the creek. There were about 40 diggers, just at tea. I walked up and down between the tables, and I think they were the finest, strongest, and roughest set of men I ever saw. I did not see my brothers, though. Came back, enquired at the police camp, also to no purpose. Over the creek again, when at last I found a butcher who pointed out on the bank, on the other side of the creek, the light shining through the calico top of their hut. He lent me a piece of candle to cross the creek with, and I managed to work my way among the holes and sludge, etc., to the other side. And glad I was to get there, and I was as “wet as a rat,” and pretty well tired out. I soon got  “a shift ” however, and such a fire as they had never saw before; enough to roast a bullock; at which also I got a good roasting; and after a good supper of beef, damper and tea, soon felt all right. This for my first tramp in Australia.

I’m happy to know that the book is now available online to read online through the State Library of Victoria.

The link is

Birth record of Anna Dorothea Bartsh “born at sea” found at last!


I have finally found the Marine register birth of my great-great-grandmother Anna Dorothea Bartsh.
I wish I could share this news with her grandson Joe Bradshaw, my 1st cousin twice removed, and his wife Nancy.  Sadly they have both passed away now.  Rest peacefully, Nancy and Joe.
I think Nancy and Joe are helping me along somehow.
Not that long ago I found the Prussian marriage record for Anna Dorothea’s parents Johann Friedrich Heinrich Bartsch and Anna Dorothea Nebel

Digital copy of this photo was given to me by Nancy and Joe Bradshaw.
There was some contention amongst family researchers about Anna Dorothea being born at sea onboard the Danish ship “Acmel”.
Many said she was, others said she wasn’t.
In searching for her birth record I had to use very broad search parameters.
Anna Dorothea Bartsch was born en route to Australia from Prussia to Johann Heinrich Barts(c)h and Anna Dorothea Nebel.
This is the result my search turned up in Victorian birth death and marriage “events at sea”
The transcription of this document is terrible but I do admit it is very hard to read and transcribe.
  • The surname is Bartsh or Bartsch not Bartiht
  • The ship’s name was Acmel not Climel
  • Her mother’s maiden name was Nebel, not Nobels.

So, along with the fact that Anna Dorothea stated on her marriage to Joseph Hulme that she was born at sea, finding this record and having learned of the German naming pattern at  which shows that her elder sister known as Emma was named Anna Dorothea Emma, I am happy that this is all confirmation that my great-great-grandmother Anna Dorothea Bartsh was born at sea on the ship Acmel en route to Australia.

 Anna Dorothea’s cousin Emile Nebel was also born on board the Acmel enroute to Australia.
His birth was recorded on the same page as his cousins.

The transcription of this document wasn’t quite so bad.

  • The ship’s name was Acmel not Climel
  • His mother’s surname was Umlang not Unilang
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Mysterious David Adams Found

I have been trying to find my grandmother’s paternal Uncle for so many years now I can’t remember how long.  See “Whatever happened to David Adams”


David Adams was the only child of George Adams and Catherine Barry whose death and further life movements we hadn’t yet found.

Christine Stafford nee Adams, my 3rd cousin once removed and I had all but given up hope but every few years a small snippet of information would show up in searches just to tease us I’m sure.

After his birth registration details in 1866, the next bit of information on his whereabouts was that he was a witness to the marriage of my great-grandmother, Mary Agnes Morgan, to his older brother, John Adams in  Essendon, Victoria in 1887.
Christine had later found some newspaper articles that mentioned a young David Adams in the Flemington area of Victoria where our Adams ancestors lived.
We still don’t know for sure if this was our David though.
David’s father, George Adams, died in 1921.
David was one of the beneficiaries in his Will.
He was also a beneficiary in the Will of one of his sisters, Margaret Mansfield in 1926, so we knew he must have been still alive.
I hadn’t found any more family Wills.
The last hint was nearly 12 months ago when I came across an obituary for David’s sister, Catherine McFadyen who died in 1946, that mentioned her brother, David Adams in Sydney.
Family Notices (1946, September 7).
The Age (Melbourne, Vic. : 1854 – 1954), p. 9.
Then a new record hint in came up for him!
A marriage was recorded in The Sydney, Australia, Anglican Parish Registers, 1814-2011 which had been added to ancestry. (I’m not sure when)
This record actually showed a marriage certificate for a David Adams to an Evelyn Maude Sutton in 1938.  I thought Nah ……
His age was 71 years and he was a builder who lived in Sydney.
Well, that occupation ran in the family but I had previously found another death for a David Adams, builder so I wasn’t convinced.
Born in North Melbourne, Victoria, tick.
He was a Widower which would explain his age, tick.
The big YES came at his parent’s names, George Adams, builder and Catherine Barry.
It took a while to sink in but you can imagine the happy dance!
After all these years I couldn’t believe he had been found.
I had actually looked at the marriage record previously for these two but due to financial restraints, I can’t spend willy-nilly on BMD certificates.
Chris Goopy, a genealogy blogging friend, once said David would help us find him when he was ready.
He did!
I hooked up with my cousin Christine in messenger and we both began a frantic search for other information.
In the excitement, I can’t remember now who found what but we found his death and funeral notices in April 1951.
“Family Notices” The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954) 27 April 1951: <>.
“Family Notices” The Sydney Morning Herald (NSW : 1842 – 1954) 27 April 1951:  <>.
Further searching of the electoral rolls determined that David’s sons were John Lockyer Adams and David Bernard Adams.
Christine found his death notice in 1987.
John married Eileen Marie Holmes in 1928.
I haven’t found David Bernard Adams death as yet but we are fairly sure he married a Maisie Lilian Belcher.
On looking in ancestry there doesn’t seem to be any of his descendants researching or as obsessed interested in the family history as I am.
Hoping this blog post may attract contact by David’s descendants one day.

Private Ambrose Percival TUCKETT

Private Ambrose Percival TUCKETT

Ambrose Percival Tuckett was born the youngest of 7 children in Nathalia, Victoria in March 1894 to parents Thomas George Tuckett and Alice nee Fleming.

On the 1st of March 1916, he married Violet Maude Gibb at Parkville in Victoria.

Ambrose enlisted in the A.I.F. on the 3rd of October 1916 at the age of 22 years and 5 months.  He gave his occupation as Storeman and was married to Violet Tuckett first of 6 Lambeth Street, Kensington and later at 23 Southgate Street, Parkville.

On enlistment, Ambrose was still serving with the Citizen Forces.  He was 5 foot 7 and a half inches tall with a medium complexion, brown hair and brown eyes.  Religious denomination Church of England.

He initially served in A company of the 23rd battalion but within a month was transferred to H company of the 2nd Battalion then into K company and finally to the 24th Battalion just a week before embarkation on the ship ‘Hororata’ on the 23rd of November 1916.

Australian War Memorial collection
Copyright expired – public domain
The colour patch of the 24th Australian infantry battalion.

They arrived at Plymouth, England on the 29th of January 1917.
Five months later he was in France with his battalion which 
“took part in its first major offensive around Pozieres and Mouquet Farm in July and August 1917. 
The Battalion got little rest during the bleak winter of 1916-17 alternating between the front and labouring tasks. When patrolling no man’s land the men of the 24th adopted a unique form of snow camouflage – large white nighties bought in Amiens.
In May 1917 the battalion participated in the successful, but a costly second battle of Bullecourt. It was involved for only a single day ‘ 3 May ‘ but suffered almost 80 percent casualties. The AIF’s focus for the rest of the year was the Ypres sector in Belgium, and the 24th’s major engagement there was the seizure of Broodseinde Ridge.

Ambrose was recorded as “Sick” a casualty on the 22nd of September 1917 later being classified as Shell Shocked.
He had pains all over the body, very shaky hands and couldn’t sleep due to the pain.
On the afternoon of the 20th of September, he claimed he was blown over by a shell and felt stunned for a while, very giddy and shaky and was taken to M.O. by Sgt Major.

On the 21st of November, his next of kin were advised he was wounded.

In the next entry, it says he was admitted to 1st Southern General Hospital at Stourbridge with Severe shell shock on the 15th of December 1917.

National Archives Australia
On January 2nd, 1918 his next of kin were advised that he was in the hospital and on January 23rd they were advised that his condition was stationary and by the 25th he was convalescent.
His next of kin were advised on the 27th of February, 1918 that he was returning to Australia.

Returned to Australia from England per “Dunluce Castle” on the 24th of January 1918.
Discharged 30th of April 1918.

Ambrose went on to have 4 children with Violet.
He later married Harriet Jessie Cayzer nee Albon in 1945 and they also had 4 children.

Ambrose Percival Tuckett died of Myocardial infarction at Leongatha on the 14th of June 1958.  He is buried in the Leongatha cemetery.

Remembering our family’s Servicemen

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 11: Lucky – Crusader to New Zealand

 In December 1874, Captain Renaut sailed his ship The Crusader into Lyttleton Harbour,
New Zealand with 374 passengers on board.
The Crusader departed from Plymouth on the 25th of September and made the passage in 97 days with very little illness reported.
The surgeon-superintendent was Dr. John Guthrie who settled in Christchurch.
On the voyage Dr Guthrie found it necessary to appoint two nurses,
Mrs Cleaver and Mrs Lindon.
The Crusader developed a hole and the well was taking in water.
The water was successfully pumped out throughout the voyage but the pump kept breaking down and not too much water continued to come in.  It is said that on arrival at Lyttleton harbour a fish skeleton was found in the well and so it was thought that the fish body had blocked the hole thus stopping the ship taking on more water and sinking!
My great great grandparents, Robert Forsyth and his wife Jessie nee Farquhar were on board the Crusader with their little son Alexander.
They were very LUCKY to arrive safely.
Robert and Jessie Forsyth went on to have a large family in New Zealand
Photo A Large Sailor’s Woolie of the Clipper Ship The Crusader at Anchor in New Zealand
Circa 1875-85courtesy of Paul Vandekar
The Press newspaper reported the Arrival of the Crusader in its edition on the 1st of January 1875.
Everyone spoke most highly of the Captain  “The passengers and Immigrants alike testifying to his unwearying care and devotion during the passage”.
An excerpt from that newspaper article.

Strong Woman

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 10: Strong Woman

There are plenty of strong women in my family tree even though they may not think so.
Some of their stories are heartbreaking, all are inspiring.
Most inspiring to me at the moment is my first cousin Denys in New Zealand.
Denys and I didn’t know each other existed until we did an AncestryDNA test at almost the same time 10 months ago.
We are actually half first cousins, sharing the same paternal grandfather.
Click the link to read about  Our DNA discovery
Despite not having met in person yet we have grown very close.
Denys has been through the heartbreak of losing a younger brother who was only 17 years old, enduring an awful first marriage, losing her second eldest daughter to suicide and now supporting her dearly loved current husband in his battle with terminal cancer.

Your heart is one of the best Denys xx
Strong women in my family tree that I have previously written about:
Mary Agnes Adams nee Morgan   My paternal great-grandmother

Herbert Hulme’s Will

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 9 – Herbert Hulme’s Will

Herbert Joseph Hulme
photo from the album of my
maternal grandmother
Daisy Fleming
nee Morgan.
The theme for week 9 of the 52 Ancestors challenge is
“Where there’s a Will”.

My grandmother’s maternal Uncle Herb was born Herbert Joseph Hulme at Oxley, Victoria in 1892.

Herb never married and died on the 8th of October 1969 at Wangaratta aged 77 years.

He was the second son and second youngest child of the ten children of Joseph Hulme and Anna Dorothea nee Bartsh of Milawa.

Herbert and his sister Pleasance, who I wrote about in week 6 of this challenge, were both unmarried and were left the family farm when their father died in 1920.  Their mother had died in 1908 at the young age of 53.

Pleasance had died in 1965 so Herb may have sold the farm.
I am awaiting the Probate inventory to find out but Herb left quite a sum of money to both the Wangaratta Technical School and St. Paul’s Church at Milawa for scholarships in his name as described below.

The family Bible was left to his niece Jessie Jean Pollack, nee Hulme who was the only daughter of Herb’s older brother, Sydney Frederick Hulme.

I would dearly love to see that Bible one day.

Also one day I will take a trip to Milawa to see the Church.

More information and photos of St. Paul’s Church can be seen at the
website of Australian Christian Heritage

THIS IS THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT of me HERBERT JOSEPH HULME of Milawa in the State of Victoria, Farmer.

1. I REVOKE all former wills and testamentary dispositions made by me and declare this to be my last will and testament.

2.  I APPOINT John Kenneth Gibb and my niece Dulcie Enid Collier, hereinafter called my Trustees, to be the executors of this my will and Trustees of my Estate.

3. I GIVE AND BEQUEATH to my niece Jean Pollack my family bible.

4. I DIRECT my Trustees to divide my household furniture and effects in accordance with any directions I may leave.

5. I DESIRE that my body be cremated and my ashes deposited within the Church yard at St. Paul’s Church of England Milawa and that a suitable memorial Tablet in bronze be placed over my ashes at a cost not exceeding the sum of Forty dollars to be paid out of the residue of my Estate.

6. I GIVE AND BEQUEATH the sum of Six thousand dollars to the Wangaratta Technical School Advisory Council upon trust to invest the same and to apply the Income from time to time therefrom arising, for the provision of Scholarships for students at the said school studying a course in Agricultural Science such Scholarships to be known from time to time as the “Herbert Joseph Hulme Scholarship” and I direct that the receipt of the Treasurer or other proper officer for the time being of the said Council shall be a full and sufficient discharge for my Trustees.

7.  I GIVE AND BEQUEATH the sum of Eight thousand dollars to the Church of England Trusts Corporation of the Diocese of Wangaratta upon trust to invest the same and to apply the Income from time to time therefrom arising for the provision of Scholarships for students at St. Columb’s Hall Theological College Wangaratta or at such other Theological College as the Bishop in Council of the said Diocese may from time to time decide such scholarships to be known from time to time as the “Herbert Joseph Hulme Scholarship” and I direct that the receipt of the Treasurer or other proper officer for the time being of the said Trusts Corporation shall be a full and sufficient discharge for my Trustees.

8. ALL THE REST RESIDUE AND REMAINDER of my real and personal property whatsoever and Wheresoever I give devise and bequeath to my Trustees upon trust to sell call in and convert the same into money with discretionary power to postpone such sale calling in and conversion for such time as they shall think fit and after payment thereout of all my just debts Funeral and testamentary expenses Federal Estate and State Probate duties to hold the same upon trust for the Church of England Trusts Corporation of the Diocese of Wangaratta and I direct that the same and the Income from time to time therefrom arising shall be applied by the said Trusts Corporation for such general purposes fo the Church of England in the said Diocese including the provision of homes for elderly
people or the maintenance education and benefit of children as the Bishop in Council of the said Diocese may from time to time in its absolute and uncontrolled discretion decide and I further direct that the receipt of the treasurer or other proper officer for the time being of the said Trusts Corporation shall be a full and sufficient discharge to my Trustees without their being bound to see to the application thereof.

IN WITNESS whereof I have hereunto set my hand this 15th day of May One thousand nine hundred and sixty-seven.


Click on the link below to read my contribution to Week 8 of Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 weeks challenge.

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 8: Heirloom