52 Ancestors – Influencer

The prompt for Week 5 was ‘Influencer’ and for this prompt I’ve decided to write about my Great-Uncle Ted who was a strong influence on my family history journey. As my mother grew up without a Father, Uncles were very important to her and she was very close with her mother’s family. Although Ted lived in Adelaide, South Australia and my mum grew up in Western Sydney the strong connection was still there and he was the person who gave my mum away at her wedding.

The photo of Ted and Jean (my grandmother) that sparked my interest)

I can remember visiting Ted for the first time as a young teenager, and I was fascinated by all his knowledge of the family. I had seen photos of my grandmother as a young child aged around 3 years old in Penrith, New South Wales (which in the 1920s was still a very country area) as well as a photo of my great grandparents wedding day and they had sparked my interest enough to ask my grandmother about them. So you can imagine I was even more fascinated to see the many other photos that Ted had in his possession, including one of himself and my grandmother, when he was a small boy and she a toddler. This visit was to be the start of years of back and forth correspondence about the family history.

Ted (standing) and Jean

Ted had started doing family history research during the 1980s, when Australia experienced a surge of popularity in family history research in line with the Bicentenary of the landing of the First Fleet in 1788. Unlike the rest of his family, who worked in more traditional ‘working class’ professions, Ted had trained as a journalist and ended up working in Sports Journalism. As a boy, Ted had suffered from polio and as a result spent much more time on academic pursuits. Through the charity organisation The House With No Steps Ted was taught typing which was a great help to him eventually getting a cadetship in journalism and eventually working as a sports journalist. During his career, Ted had opportunities to travel overseas and I have not doubt that the research skills he learnt in his journalism career came in handy for tracing his family history. Once retired, Ted continued to travel with his wife Ruth and he visited many of the areas out ancestors came form including Norway.

Many of the family photos that I have copies of came from Ted’s family album which he was happy to share with me. And not only did he have photos of ancestors, they were all meticulously labelled. Ted had also painstakingly typed up on his typewriter everything he knew about the family from what he had been told by his mother and other relatives as well as what he had gleaned form his research. I remember quite well a conversation about our Norwegian ancestor Charles John Thompson who had come from the Norwegian city of Bergen out to Australia. I can remember him telling me about when he visited Norway and attempted to find some information about Charles to no avail. Everyone they spoke to said that there would be no Norwegian with that kind of name! Ted was very interested years later once I had started my family history journey in earnest to hear that I had found Charles in Norway!! Turns out, he had Anglicized his name to Charles John Thompson from Karl Johan Thomassen.

Ted during his time at Canonbury hospital

 

 

52 Ancestors – Witness to History

Continuing the 52 Ancestors challenge with Week 4. The prompt for this week is ‘Witness to History’. This could be interpreted in so many different ways, after all most people have been witness to a variety of events that could be classed as historically significant. But who to write about? I decided on my paternal great grandmother Jean, who lived to the age of 93 and witnessed a lot during her life.

Jean was born 20 March 1917 in Lismore, NSW to parents Thomas William Thompson and Hannah Maria Darch Mallett. At the time, the world was in the midst of World War I but as a baby this isn’t something Jean would have been aware of. Her father did not go away to fight, instead remaining to work on the home front.

Over her life, Jean would have witnessed any number of changes. Lismore itself was quite a small
town at the time of Jean’s birth and throughout her growing up years. I have in my possession a photo of the Lismore house that Jean was born in and grew up in. Looking at the photos below, you can see how the house was originally surrounded by land. The photo on the right is the house as it appears today. Accounting for different camera angels, you can see how the house has changed very little over the decades. Descendants of Jean’s siblings reside next door, but the original house has long passed out of family hands. The area surrounding the house is now the built up suburb of South Lismore.

The house when Jean was a child

The same house today

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jean’s older sister penned an article for The Australian Women’s Weekly in 1972, which provides some insight into how rural the Lismore area was during the time Jean was growing up. Over the time that she lived there, Jean would have witnessed the slow and steady transformation of the Lismore area into the bustling city it is today.

As a young mother, Jean was a witness to everyday life at home in Australia during World War II. I can remember interviewing her for a school assignment about Australia during that period, and I recall how she spoke of the struggles under rationing to feed her small family. She also spoke of the fear she had as a mother of the war coming to Australian shores and the relief she felt at the end of the war.

 

Jean (seated with bow) and some of her siblings

  Jean as a young mother in the early 1940s

Jean later in life

52 Ancestors – Favourite Photo

And just like that, it’s time for Week 3 of the 52 Ancestors challenge. The prompt for this week is ‘Favourite Photo’. I am very fortunate to have quite a few photos of various ancestors, so it was hard to nail down just one to blog about for this week.

After much thought and examining of my photo files, I came across this photo and knew it was the one. It’s one I haven’t done a blog pot on before, but it’s also a really great photo that shows a moment in time. It also shows three generations of the one family.

Jean, Edith and Baby John

The photo depicts the proud, smiling faces of my grandmother Jean Levy (nee Thompson) with her mother Edith Thompson who is holding Jean’s first child John. Baby John was also the first grandchild for Edith, which I can imagine was a very happy moment for her. Given that John is still a very young baby in the photo I believe it was taken in 1945, perhaps to commemorate this happy moment for the family. It is obviously a studio photo, given the formal poses of the women, but my copy of the photo bears no clues to who the photographer was.

For me, it’s interesting to see my grandmother as a young 22 year old mother. Unfortunately, the happiness was not to last. After a few years of marriage, Jean’s husband fell into alcoholism. After the birth of her second son in 1951, Jean left her husband and filed for divorce. The divorce was successful, and I was able to obtain a copy of the records a several years ago. They tell a sad story of a mother being left with no means to buy food or clothing for her children.

Some years after her divorce, Jean remarried and had three more children (including my mother) with her second husband. Unfortunately, Jean ended up separating from her second husband after she discovered that he too was an alcoholic.

52 Ancestors – Origins

Week 2 of 52 Ancestors comes with the prompt of ‘Origins’. I thought long and hard about what I would focus on for this prompt, as it encompasses such a broad topic. Ultimately, I decided to focus on something I haven’t examined before: the English origins of the Starr surname.

The Parish Church, Whatlington, East Sussex

The most ancient Starr ancestor that has been verified is one Comfort Starr, born circa 1550-1560 in East Sussex. Researchers have been unable to narrow down when he might have been born, as his first appearance is at the baptism of his son James in 1580 at Whatlington, East Sussex. We don’t know how old Comfort was at the time of his son’s birth, or whether James was his first and only child. So Comfort may well have been born earlier than the 1550-1560 timeframe. Perhaps one day through the answers to these questions can be verified.

Easier to answer are questions about the County of East Sussex. East Sussex is located in the south east of England, and it’s souther border faces the English Channel. Unsurprisingly, East Sussex has historically been an important entry point for those wishing to invade the English continent. Indeed, it was through this area of England that William the Conqueror commenced his invasion. Looking at maps of the ares, you can see how close France and the European Continent is to Sussex and you can see why it would have been a favoured entry point. East Sussex also features the historically significant town of Hastings, where the famous 1066 Battle of Hastings took place.

Location of East Sussex

Given these facts about Sussex, it would be interesting to know the origin of the Starr family in Sussex. They could have been in the area prior to the arrival of William the Conqueror or they could just as easily have come with William’s armies from the European continent. Perhaps one day we will know more about the origins of the Starr family in England.

 

NB: I would like to acknowledge

Min Tamsitt who dedicated many years to researching the Starr family and made her information available to fellow researchers of the family. She also published the first volume of “A Galaxy of Starrs: A Starr Family History”.

52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Family Lore

Over the last few years, my blog has been dormant because sometimes life just happens. But this year, I am going to get back into my blogging and have decided to join this years 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks. The prompt for Week 1 is “Family Lore”.

Mary Ann during her time as a Salvation Army member

Many of us family historians start out journey with family stories that have been passed on by family members. In my own family, I had a Great Uncle who had traced his family tree (which is my maternal line) during the 1980s and handed me a lot of his research when I became interested in doing family history. One ancestor which intrigued me was a woman called Mary Ann Green who was  my 3x great grandmother. She was also one of the few ancestors that I had seen a picture of when I first started family history.

The family lore was that she had been born on the Hawkesbury River in 1830 to unknown parents who had ‘come free’ from England. The story was that her parents were unknown as when Mary Ann was 3 years old, both her parents had drowned in the Hawkesbury River Floods of 1833. Perhaps the thought of Mary Ann losing her parents at such a young age also piqued my interest, so I did some digging to find out more about Mary Ann.

Firstly, I searched for information about the 1833 flood of the Hawkesbury River. If people had drowned, surely there would have been a mention somewhere? Lo and behold, after many hours of internet searching and consulting with the Hawkesbury Library Service I found that there was no flood of the Hawkesbury recorded that year. I puzzled over this, but thought perhaps the date had been remembered wrong. However, when looking at Mary Ann’s marriage and death records I found no clues as to who her parents were.

Looking on NSW births, deaths and marriages I found a number of Mary Ann Green’s born either in 1830 or the few years before and after. I diligently ordered transcripts of likely looking records, only to find none of the Mary Ann’s were born anywhere near the right area. I was confident that she had indeed been born in the Hawkesbury area as every other certificate I had that related to Mary Ann confirmed that she had been born in the Hawkesbury area.

After many years of on and off research, I connected with a distant family member on Ancestry who was related to Mary Ann via her second marriage. I had noticed that this person had a birth date and parents for Mary Ann, so I reached out to them to see where they had got their information from. Well, that proved to be an excellent decision as it turned out she had got this information from a mix of family lore and a very well researched family history book.

Mary Ann’s Baptism Record

It turns out the elusive father of Mary Ann that I had been searching for any evidence of was not in fact her father and her surname was not Green. Rather, Mary Ann had been born to Dorothy Pickett and William Parsons. Not much is know about William Parson but Dorothy was the daughter of two convicts, with her father arriving on the First Fleet and her mother on the Second Fleet. After that, finding a record of her Baptism was a piece of cake. So, in that case the family lore was proved incorrect. Perhaps it started as a way of covering up the ‘convict stain’ as I have found in other areas of my family.

However, all was not lost with Mary Ann. Another piece of lore passed on about Mary Ann’s funeral was proved correct. Mary Ann died in 1914, and my Great Uncle wrote that Mary Ann’s funeral cortege proceeded down the main street of Penrith, NSW (where she had been living with her daughter) and was accompanied by the local Salvation Army band on its journey to the cemetery. This was proved to be accurate through Mary Ann’s obituary, which was published in the local  newspaper. A notice about the funeral was also published in the Salvation Army publication The War Cry, which described how her funeral cortege was accompanied up the main street of Penrith by the band and a contingent of the local Corps Soldiers (church members).

 

Account of Mary Ann’s funeral in The War Cry

Z is for Zibiah

At last, I have reached the finish line and this is my final post in the A to Z challenge for 2020. Now, I only had one Z name in my family tree so it was always going to be Zibiah.  The name Zibiah is of Hebrew origin and has the meaning gazelle, or beautiful lady. Personally, I think this is such a beautiful meaning and for me it conjures up in my mind a girl aged around 11 or 12 who is beautiful and graceful and full of life. Being a Hebrew name, it is perhaps unsurprising that the name appears in the Old Testament of the Holy Bible. Zibiah of Beersheba appears in 2 Kings 12:1 and 2 Chronicles 24:1 as the mother of King Jehoash or Joash of Judah.

The Zibiah in my family tree is Zibiah Wilson, who was my 5th great aunt, born 1808 in Duxford, Cambridgeshire, England. Zibiah was baptised on 13 November 1808 at St John’s Church in Duxford. This means she was probably born sometime in mid to late October as baptisms were usually done fairly soon after a child’s birth. However, as no date of birth is recorded in the parish records, we dint know for sure when Zibiah was born. Zibiah was the eldest child born to her parents Simeon Wilson and Rebecca Wisby, who went on to have a further seven children. Duxford is a rural village in Cambridgeshire, and Zibiah’s father worked as an agricultural labourer so she definitely grew up in a rural setting. No doubt Zibiah’s life would have mirrored that of her parents, and she would have married a local lad and raised a family in the area. Sadly, she never got to marry as she died in 1827 at the tender age of 18 years old and was buried in the St. John’s church yard.

 

Y is for Yankee

As I’m getting close to the end of the A to Z challenge, I’ve had to be creative with the letters X and Y. Yesterday, I had X for ‘X mark’ and today my topic os Y for Yankee. When I originally sat down and planned what to write about for each letter of the alphabet, I couldn’t for the life of me think of anything for the letter Y. So, I did something I haven’t done in a very long time. I pulled out the dictionary in an attempt to think outside the box. Now, I was at my day job as a library assistant at the time so I had a nice fat dictionary in which to hunt for inspiration.  Now, even in a nice fat dictionary Y isn’t exactly the largest section in the dictionary. Finally, I lit on the word Yankee and I suddenly had my inspiration.

Outside the USA, the Yankee nickname is often used to apply to any American but within America the term is generally used by Southerners to refer to people from the Northern states. Originally, the term was specifically used to refer to those from the New England states. My 3rd great grandfather William Henry Thompson was one such Yankee; born in Boston, Massachusetts, the heart of New England.

William Henry was born c.1836 to parents William Thompson and Elizabeth Laycock. As far as I’ve been able to work out, William was the first child born to the couple or at least the first to survive to adulthood. Census records have shown that William had a minimum of four younger siblings, all of whom lived to adulthood. There may have been more children who didn’t survive childhood, but as I’m not very familiar with US records I have yet to find any evidence of this. William Henry appears on the 1850 US Census living with his parents and siblings in Ward 8, Boston, Despite much googling, I have yet to find out exactly where in Boston Ward 8 would have been. I also haven’t found much general information on the whole ward system that was obviously in place.

By 1857 William Henry had left Boston and the US behind, arriving in Sydney, Australia on 3 April.  He arrived as an unassisted immigrant, having worked as sort of the ship’s crew on his passage over. William Henry then disappears from the records until December 1872, when he marries Sarah White in Inverell, NSW. Where William Henry was between the time he arrive din Australia and when he married, I don’t know. But it is likely that he became an itinerant worker, travelling from place to place before ending up in the Inverell area. This fits with his movements after his marriage, as the family travelled vast distances from place to place. This can be tracked through the births and deaths of his children, who were born quite close together with a number of them dying in early childhood. This adds up to a move every 12-24 months, and not just to the next town either. Sometimes the places were hundreds of kilometres apart. On all official documents, William Henry is described as a Labourer and whenever a signature was needed he signed with an ‘X’ mark, indicating his illiteracy.

It seems that the longest place William Henry lived after his marriage was in Bingara, NSW where he and his family lived for at least three years. Bingara was also to be William Henry’s final resting place, as he died there on 4 December 1896 at the age of 60. His cause of death was Heart Disease, which he had suffered from for the past 6 months. He was buried in the Bingara Cemetery just one day later. He left behind a wife and seven children, one of whom was born four days after William’s death.

 

 

X is for ‘X mark’

Getting on the home stretch with this challenge now. But had to get creative with the letter ‘X’, as I don’t have anyone with an X anywhere in their name or a location with X in it. So the topic for my X post is ‘X mark’.

I remember when I first came across the term his/her ‘X’ mark on a document and still being a novice family history researcher at the time I wasn’t quite sure what it meant. Growing up in the modern world, I have always prided myself on my ability to read and write proficiently but I was also aware that other people didn’t have the same opportunities as me, even as recent as my own parents. As such, I knew that school hadn’t been as important in days gone by as it is now, but I don’t think I every really understood it in a concrete way until I started seeing documents from multiple ancestors containing an ‘X’ mark in place of a signature.

So, what did school look like for my ancestors in early Australia? In the very early days of the colony, it was mainly the middle and upper classes that received a comprehensive education. As the colony grew, the demand for grammar schools such as existed in England arose and these institutions are established. But these were really just for people of a certain class, and those who could afford to pay the tuition fees. By the 1830s, the higher ups in society were coming to the realisation that a lot of crime resulted form ignorance and ignorance resulted from a lack of education. Thus, the government decided to set up schools that would educated children in the three “R’s” and how to be moral citizens in order to create an orderly and functional society.

However, school wasn’t compulsory until the 1870s and even then it was very hard to enforce. This resulted in a large amount of the population, particularly those who lived in rural areas, being completely unschooled and unable to even sign their name.

As most of my ancestors lived in rural area of Australia, and some fo them moved every year or so, this explains why they spent their entire life being functionally illiterate. This left them no choice than to make their ‘X’ mark on official documents such as birth and marriage certificates. A project I’ve been working on lately for my job has also brought this even more to the forefront of my mind lately. The project is transcribing hard copies of local historic death and marriage registers, and in this process I have seen so many ‘X’ marks.

W is for William

W is for William Starr, my fourth great grandfather. William was born 8 December 1807 in Sedlescombe, Sussex, England to Philadelphia Starr and Richard Milham. At the time of William’s birth, his mother was aged only 14 years of age and his parents were not married. As a result, William’s was registered as a ‘baseborn’ child and his father’s name doesn’t appear on his baptism record. However, we know that Richard Milham was his father as parish records exist that detail Richard’s obligations to provide monetary support to Philadelphia for the raising of William.

It’s not known exactly how William was raised, if he was raised believing his grandparents were his parents and his mother his sister or if he always knew that Philadelphia was his mother. However, by the time he was of age William well an truly knew who his biological parents were as there names are provided on the parish record for his marriage. This marriage was to Sophia Gibbs and took place 26 March 1826 in Sedlescombe, Sussex. William and Sophia settled down in Sedlescombe and had four children between 1826 and 1834. Of these four, one child died shortly after birth.

William’s life would have undoubtedly followed a humdrum course in rural England, with William working as an agricultural labourer. But they were soon to have an exciting fresh start when they emigrated to Australia as part of the Assisted Immigrants scheme. This scheme specifically looked for couples and families with skills that would benefit the young colony. William, Sophia and their three children arrived in Sydney on 4 April 1839. William and his family settled close to the harbour at Botany and added four more children to the family. William spent the rest of his life in the suburb of Botany and raise this family. He lived to see his children marry and give him grandchildren, most of whom continued to live in the same area of Sydney.

William died a month short of his 67th birthday on 8 November 1874 in Botany, where he had lived since arriving from England. A funeral notice appeared in the Sydney Morning Herald on 10 November, inviting friends and relatives to his funeral which was to leave his Botany residence (close to the Captain Cook hotel) for a graveside service at the Necropolis. For those unfamiliar with Sydney history, the Necropolis as it was known is now called the Rookwood Cemetery and is a suburb all on its own. It was literally a suburb just for deceased persons. Rookwood is the largest necropolis in the Southern Hemisphere and is the world’s largest, continuously operating Victorian era cemetery. As of 2014, there have been 915,000 burials and cremations at Rookwood.

William Starr was buried in the Church of England portion of the Necropolis on 10 November 1874. When his wife Sophia died three years later, she was interred in the same grave although she doesn’t have an inscription on the headstone, Presumably there was many to be an inscription, as blank space has been left but for whatever reason an inscription for Sophia was never added to the headstone.