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MEMORlES - Shared by Harry Thornley at the Memorial Service for Mrs Elsie Bolton on September 3rd, 1996. Elsie Reid was born in the Kiewa Valley in 1897. She was born into a pioneering family and this is probably where she gained her very strong constitution with which she was blessed right through her life. At the age of 14 she moved to Geelong to complete her schooling and she lived at the manse with Rev. and Mrs H. K. Mack. It was during this time that she met her future husband Sloan Bolton - a young Irish immigrant. She became a qualified school teacher, teaching at various secondary schools throughout Victoria while completing her Bachelor of Arts degree at the Melbourne University. Talking to her about these times she described how, when teaching at Yackandandah, she would ride her bike home to Tawonga on a Friday after school - a distance of 57 kms. Also at one time when needing dental treatment, she rode a horse from Tawonga over the pass into Bright, had teeth extracted and rode home again - a round trip of 90 kilometres. In 1920 at the age of 23, she married Sloan Bolton who had returned from the war after serving at Gallipoli and Palestine. He had lost both his legs in action and spent two years in the Caulfield Repatriation Hospital. Sloan's strong determination showed out when he was the only one in a ward of 40 amputees who succeeded in mastering the then, cumbersome artificial legs. In 1922 she and Sloan moved to take up the farm at Mannerim - much against the advice of friends and the Repatriation Authority. This was to be her home for the next 51 years. These were very difficult years. The 1920's were the start of the depression years. As well as raising six children she had to be the 'farmer's apprentice' due to Sloan's severe disabilities. The days could start as early as 3 am because their Queenscliff milk contract required delivery by 5 am. Don't forget that these were hand milking days - and delivery was by horse and cart. At one stage she had to take her baby who was suffering with whooping cough down to the dairy while she was milking. Life also had its risks. Her diary records her terror as she had to get up in the middle of the night to separate two valuable jersey bulls savagely fighting for supremacy. It wasn't practical to awaken Sloan due to his disability. It has been stated times were hard and on one occasion when funds were desperately low, Sloan had purchased a well bred but emaciated bull, counting on qualifying for a Government subsidy, available at that time. In spite of Mum's earnest prayers, the inspectors when they came were quite definite that the bull would not qualify for the subsidy. She broke down and cried when they left, but shortly afterwards the men returned saying they had changed their minds. What an answer to prayer! In 1942, during the 2nd World War, at the age of 45, she answered an urgent appeal from the Education Dept. for married women to return to teaching. She faced the challenge and returned as the Head Teacher at the one teacher rural school at Mannerim. She taught there for the next 25 years retiring in 1967 at the age of almost 71 years. She and her children helped with the milking in these war years. Her eldest son Bob had joined the Air Force and become a spitfire pilot. The children she taught were given a sound grounding in the 3 R's. The quality books she read them established sound moral values. Her pupils have nostalgic memories of nature walks, warm fires and hot cocoa. Each child, regardless of academic achievement was made to feel special which resulted in so many who have kept in touch during the years. Those were the days of surprise visits by the school inspectors. One inspector, on such a visit was shocked to hear an impudent student addressing the grey-haired teacher as Grandma. His intended rebuke was cut short when he realised that the teacher was indeed the young Bolton's grandma. Her son Bob gave her a present of a small motor bike on her 57th birthday and she became a familiar figure as she rode it to school each day. Her great grandsons were most impressed when they were shown her motor bike licence recently, no doubt having visions of her astride a Harley Davidson! Through all these busy years she somehow found time to attend to her children's spiritual training and no matter how tired she was, they never missed out on their bedtime stories or Sunday school memory work. Part of this training was being responsible with their pocket money - threepence and later sixpence. They had four boxes - 1. Missions and tithing 2. Others-presents. 3. Savings 4. Spends. How do you split threepence into four boxes? There were halfpennies in those days. It is on good report that one of the sisters, who shall remain anonymous, was looked on with great suspicion when her spends box seemed to gain more money than the others! Her husband Sloan did in 1947 when she was 50, and less than a year later their home was burned down. Diaries which had been kept from childhood and many other valued personal possessions were lost. She stopped teaching in 1967 at the age of almost 71, when most people are at least winding down, Mum at last had time to pursue some of her own activities. She enrolled in a writing course and completed many correspondence Bible study courses. She perhaps had one indulgence - books. Books ranging from classical poetry to in depth Bible commentaries. In 1973 when she was 76 it became time to leave the farm at Mannerim. The family purchased a home in Henry Street in East Geelong and then began to worry about how Mum would cope with the move after fifty-one years of country life. She took to it very well indeed, She loved her home in Henry Street and quietly helped out some of her elderly neighbours who needed visiting, encouraging, their grocery shopping done or their paper purchased and delivered. She became much respected and loved by her neighbours. Most of these elderly neighbours were up to ten years younger than she was! She had a special friend in Mrs Dulcie Drayton, who lived opposite and who died this year at the age of 95. Mum was a valued member of a Bible study that Mrs Drayton held in her home for over 20 years. They continued right up to last year when there were only three left. Now they have all gone. Henry Street was her base for many outreach activities. It was quite daunting for her to take on some of these activities. She was a shy person, but was never afraid to overcome this shyness and take up a challenge. One amazing project she took on in her late 70's and 80's was selling recipe books, for church funds, from door to door. She travelled on foot and by bus far and wide, even as far as Bell Park and sold over 5,000 copies. In her eighties she would walk into town to visit Karin at the manse. She had quality fellowship time with Karin - sometimes going to Grace McKellar and the Geelong Hospital visiting people who were lonely. On some of those visits to the manse she would tie up newspapers the church was collecting for funds, clean the toilets and the Church hall. One story about her time in Henry Street involved a holiday visit by two of her grand daughters, Vikki and Kellie. They organised a club with a joining fee of two cents which would buy a present for Nanna. Invitations were made and cupboards raided for food and drink. Activities included Bible study (very brief) a Bible verse to be learned and games. Art and craft were also on the agenda. Vikki and Kellie had to leave after the second meeting, but the children kept coming each day and the numbers kept growing. After two weeks Mum managed to reduce it to just Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons, but kept it up right through the Christmas holidays. She provided the food and activities and I'm sure the Bible stories etc. If anyone wants to read Mum's delightful version of this story, she wrote it up in the Church magazine 'Panorama' which she compiled and edited until she was 93. When she was 95 she had a bad fall and broke her pelvis in several places. Her independence had come to an end and she had to leave Henry Street after 19 years. After two months in hospital, she went to live with her daughters spending two or three months at a time with each of them. She never wanted to be a burden and her spirit of independence still shone through. She complained that her memory was failing. I recall after a trip up the Newell Hwy in 1994, telling how I had driven through the Moonbi ranges in New Wales. Banjo Patterson's poem "Over the Range' was about these Moonbi ranges and was included 4th Grade Reader. I got out the book to read it to her and I read the first few words when she then recited the whole poem of 32 lines without fault. This at the age of 97! Just 12 months ago she had a stroke and had to go into hospital. She spent her last 9 months in Maryville Nursing Home. There she received wonderful care from the staff; for which the family is very grateful. People took to her - her special smile and genuine interest in others, drew people to her. Even up to the last day of her life people commented on that special smile. People were enriched by her. Her love for her family was a major priority in her life. It shone through everything. She rejoiced in their successes and felt for them in all their troubles. Her continual prayer to the end was that each one would come to know the Lord. Her grand children and great grand children have memories like Tom Piper steak and vegies, chocolate custard and home made lemon cordial. Fare later became more up market with choc chip home made biscuits. The lolly jar was always well stocked for the young ones and some of the older ones! Her grand children had a healthy respect for her capabilities. One time, out at Mannerim, she fed her grandsons grilled chops and one of them asked what the brown lines on the meat were. "Marks from the griller," Grandma replied. "Are these chops really from a gorilla?" asked her round eyed grandson. She also kept a large tin labelled, 'Barrets Satin Boiled,' which had once contained boiled lollies. Another grandson, Cameron, rather nervously inquired if Marga really had boiled Satan in that big tin! I have known Mum for 46 years and she has been Mum to me for 43 years. I knew she had been a great influence on my life. but it wasn't until I started to remember her life, that I realised how much. I can remember clearly that first day I met her. Anna and I had not long met when Anna invited me to the farm at Mannerim for the week-end. I remember clearly on this summer evening Mum came in, we had tea and then Mum took up her Bible and announced family worship, reading and prayer. We were kneeling in prayer and I thought had come into a home of religious fanatics! I am now so grateful for the quiet encouragement I received without really knowing it. Not many people would he aware of her outreach and the numerous mission activities she supported so generously with prayer. finance and encouraging letters, so that they became personal friends. One may get the impression that she was very serious, and she was - over serious matters, but she had a wonderful sense of humour. Some may even say a bit twisted at times - which I think she has passed on to her daughters! I recall when Anna and I were living with her, I was working in Geelong and I had to ride a bike two and a half miles to the Queenscliff Rd. to catch the bus. It had been raining and the road was like a quagmire. My foot suddenly slipped off the pedal and I measured my length in the mud. I staggered up trying to choke down whatever words were building up, when I looked around to see my wife and mother-in-law holding each other laughing hysterically! I want to read to you a letter she wrote on my 59th birthday, when she was 89, which illustrates to me the wonderful humour she possessed. 5th April 1986 Dear Harry, I want to wish you a really happy birthday tomorrow, but I feel I'm labouring under heavy disadvantages. I can't scribble off reams of poetry at the drop of a hat like you and Terry do. I haven't any suitable cards, and I no longer have the energy to walk into Keswick and buy one. They never seem to have any worth buying anyway, and those they have are far too dear. So what can I do? (a) Pretend I forgot and just ring up tomorrow evening with apologies for my bad memory, or (b) be to your virtues very kind, and to your faults a little blind, and write you a nice improving (or reproving) mother-in-lawish letter. Seeing that the letter is half written already, I'll settle for (b). These faults that I'm to he kind to? Well, I don't seem to notice as many as twenty or so years ago. Probably the good company you kept during those years did eventually take effect. So what about the virtues? Much later - I don't know how long I've sat here just trying to think up your virtues, and I've finally decided that it would be most unwise to give you such a bombastic opinion of yourself by listing them all. So hoping you are not too disappointed, Your very sympathetic Ma-in-law. P. S. I hope that birthday comes up to your very highest expectations. Finally. I want to read to you four verses from the 13th chapter of 1st Corinthians, which give the characteristics when love is displayed in a human being. If this was a questionnaire of Mum's life she would get a tick in all the right boxes. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always
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Suppied by Tracey Hall PIONEERS OF THE KIEWA VALLEY Hugh Reid, of Newtownards, County Down, Ireland, was a teacher in the county school, but tiring of that he later worked for some time in a draper's shop. In 1880 he married Anna Bella Welsh. He had one son by a previous marriage, but little Alexander's mother died when he was born, and he was brought up by his mother's sisters, the Misses McCutcheon. He was gassed while serving in France during World War 1, and died from the effects soon after the war ended. In 1883, Mr. & Mrs. Reid decided to emigrate to Australia, as Mr. Reid's doctor had advised him that he must move to a warmer climate because of lung weakness. His three older brothers, James, Robert and George, were already in Australia, so he and his wife and his elderly father - Robert Reid, sailed for Melbourne. The voyage was long and slow - about three months - and Mrs. Reid was very ill the whole time. On arriving in Melbourne they proceeded to Yackandandah, where Mr. Reid obtained employment in a store owned by his brother George and Mr Robb. Here, their son, Robert George, was born, and two or three years later the grand-father died. Feeling that they might do better on the land, Mr. and Mrs. Reid selected some heavily timbered bush country in the Kiewa Valley, at Tawonga. Some land was cleared and four- roomed dwelling built, with the assistance of Mr. Jack Platt, a local "Bush Carpenter". George Reid bought a few cattle for them at the market, but unfortunately some had pleuro, so all had to be destroyed. Mr. Reid then obtained work as a farm hand with Mr. Roper, a landowner, three or four miles further up the Kiewa, the wages were one pound a week, and he rode to work each day on horseback along a narrow footpath beside the river. A daughter, Ellie, had been added to the family, a local "midwife" assisting at the birth, and Mr. Roper lent three dairy cows to keep the family in milk and butter. He also made the offer of a small farm to be purchased on easy terms, though how it was ever paid off, on even the easiest of terms, with a family of four to be kept on one pound a week is a mystery. When Robert was eight and Ellie two, relatives in New Zealand paid Mrs. Reid's fare, with the two children, to New Zealand, hoping that the family might leave Australia and settle there. (one of the relatives was her youngest brother, Rev. Robert Welsh. The other was a sister, Mrs. Watson. One of Mrs. Watson's sons was in the New Zealand Expeditionary Force, was killed in World War 1. A grandson of Rev. Welsh - Peter Welsh - took part in the 1968 Olympic Games.) However the climate did not suit Mrs. Reid and she returned to Australia after six months. Eventually Mr. Reid obtained pick and shovel work on the road which had been commenced over the mountains between Tawonga and Bright. For this he was paid 2 pounds a week, but had to camp on the job, getting home only on the weekends. Meantime, they had purchased a reliable heavy delivery type mare, and this was Mrs. Reid's mode of transport. Robert was able to sit behind the saddle and Ellie was held in front of her mother. In those days, a lady never rode astride a horse, but used what was called a side-saddle, with a padded leather horn on one side, one foot in the stirrup and the other draped over the horn on the same side. On one occasion, Robert unfortunately pressed the mare's flanks with his feet, and as Old Jess strongly objected to being tickled she promptly bucked him off. He landed on his feet, but his mother and his little sister kept their seats, and none of the eggs in the basket his mother carried were broken. Robert was not the only one to incur swift punishment for touching old Jess on the flanks. Some crockery having been ordered from the store in Yackandandah, Mr. Reid and his nearest neighbour , Mr. Tom Briggs, went over to the road across the river to collect it form the delivery man. Jes was the mode of transport, for there was no bridge over the river, nor any road for a vehicle. Having collected the crockery balanced carefully in front of them. But Mr. Bigg's feet must have touched Jess's ticklish spot as they came up the bank, and in an instant the riders were seated on the ground, with the package of crockery. As a testimony to their packing only one cup was broken. Dingoes were one of Mrs. Reid's main worries in those lonely days. When one of the cows had calved in the bush some distance from the house, Mrs. Reid heard dingoes howling and went out to investigate. She found the calf had taken refuge in a hollow log, and the dingoes were trying to drag it out by its tail. Their usual method was to attack in packs, and while some of their number drew the cow's attack and led her away from her calf , others pulled the calf down. A turkey which was sitting on eggs under the house was also a great attraction to the dingoes who would howl around the house at night. Mrs. Reid would occasionally open the door to scare them away. In 1896, it was decided to move the dwelling to a site on the farm which was being purchased from Mr. Roper. A large timber sleigh was constructed and on this the house was taken in sections to the new site. Jess, assisted by a horse belonging to a neighbour, Tom Stewart, supplied the necessary 'horse power.' The going was rough, for there was not a road. When going down hill, a tree tied behind was used as a brake. Mr. Platt again acted as carpenter, and meantime the family used a log hut about half a mile away as their temporary home. By this time, the road over the mountains to Bright had been completed. From the Kiewa Valley it wound five miles up hill, then over the Gap and four miles down hill towards Bright on the other side. It was not wide, and when a traveller had the misfortune to meet a conveyance coming from the opposite direction, there were anxious moments while the two edged past each other slowly and carefully, those on the outer side glancing fearfully down the steep slopes to the gully far below, and hoping desperately that the horses would not become excited. 8:37 The horses going up hill were not usually in a flighty mood. When they reached the top they were allowed to rest, the sweat pouring off their bodies in streams. Often they would be given a nosebag, while their passengers ate sandwiches. On resuming the trip, a sapling would be tied behind the conveyance to keep it from running up on the horses. The brakes alone were not strong enouth. Soon after the move to the new home site, another daughter Elsie, was born. This time, Mrs. Reid was a patient in the Bright Hospital. At monthly intervals, a grocery van from Yackandandah would make a trip up the Valley along the very rough road on the other side of the river from the Reid's home. If the river was not in flood, Robert, at the age of twelve, could ride Jess across the river and bring home the required groceries in a sack. The twice weekly mail was also collected in this way. Bread of course was home made, while meat was usually purchased in quantity from Mr. Roper when he killed a sheep or bullock. It was salted down, dried and kept for weeks. IT was indeed a red-letter day when Father made a trip to Bright or Yackandandah on business and brought home a few sausages or maybe even some chops. But Bright was twenty five miles away and Yackandandah thirty, so those occasions were very rare. By this time, a number of cows were being milked on the farm, and the cream had to be taken across the river to be collected by the factory transport. As the children grew older, they usually attended to this, balancing the can of cream in front of them on the horse. They were 10-gallon cans and were set on a sugar bag stuffed with chaff to keep them from damaging the saddle or hurting the horse. The safest place for crossing the river was just above where two branches of the river met. Below the point of meeting there was a hole of unknown depth in the river bed. A tea traveller once mistook this for the crossing place. Days later his gig and the bodies of himself and his horse were recovered. A strong black draught horse, Tom, had been purchased, he was a strong swimmer. There was also a spirited young mare, Polly, strong and sturdy and very active - she was described as a 3/4 thorough bred. Two foals were bred from her - Bonnie, a draught horse, very useful in the plough team, and Pet, Bob's own special hack - but not of the type for carrying 10-gallon cans of cream. On one occasion when the river was flooded, Robert took the cream on Polly, accompanied by Ellie on Tom. It had to be left at Red Bank, a couple of miles down stream from the farm, and Ellie was to ride Tom beside Polly, on the up-stream side, to make the going easier for Polly. However, about half way across, Polly stumbled over a large stone that the flood waters had washed down, and Bob and the cream both came off. With Ellie's - and Tom's - help, Bob and Polly got safely out, but the cream can was never seen again, though weeks later the lid was found about five miles down-stream. 8:51 38 The melting snows from Mt. Bogong were the source of very heavy floods in the Kiewa, especially in October, when higher temperatures melted the snow quickly. For this reason, the river would often rise swiftly and unexpectedly, and be running a banker after only a little rain. Occasionally the paddocks on both sides of the river would be under deep water, and the cream would not be taken out by the usual track, but had to be taken through several paddocks; and as Ellie remarked reminiscently, "It wasn't easy opening and shutting gates on horse-back while balancing a 10-gallon can of cream. The water came up to the saddle-flaps, but that didn't worry Tom. However, the mailman was two hours late, and meantime a heavy thunderstorm in the mountains brought more snow-water down-stream. But the nearest bridge was five miles further down the Valley so Ellie decided to risk swimming Tom across. Before long she found he was being swept on to the upturned roots of a large tree that the flood waters had carried down, so she decided that the only way to save her life would be to try to turn him back, though she had been warned never to try to turn a horse when it was swimming. However, Tom managed to keep his balance, and they struggled out again to where they had entered the river. She rode round by the bridge and finally reached home, much to the relief of her very worried parents. Another time, it was a large parcel containing an old fashioned gramophone that had to be carried in front, but of course that was a mere trifle compared to the cans of cream. On the river frontage adjoining the farm, lived a very eccentric old pensioner named Ned Wright. He appeared to be without any relatives or friends, and Mrs. Reid often visited him with eggs, milk, butter etc. He had a hut and a little shed, and had fenced off a small portion of land known as a "miner's right". He kept a couple of horses grazing in his little paddock, and usually kept his gates open so they could graze on the frontage, of which Mr. Reid had the grazing rights. This led to a good deal of friction between the two and "Old Ned" several times threatened to shoot Mr. Reid. One day as Mr. Reid drove past in his spring-cart the old man came out, gun in hand, and watched him drive past. As soon as he was past, the old man made good his threat, and fired the gun, spraying Mr. Reid's back, neck and shoulders with shot, then turned and walked back into his hut. Mr. Reid turned round and drove home, and while Mrs. Reid attended to his wounds and removed some of the shot, Robert rode across the river to Mr. Arthur Spencer for help. Mr. Spencer and another neighbour, Mr Trebilcock, took Mr. Reid to the Bright Hospital and notified the police. (there were no telephones back then,) and when Mr. Spencer got home again he brought his gun and sat all night with the anxious family, in case the old man might attack again. Next day he was removed by police. He was eventually imprisoned for a time, and ended his days in Beechworth Mental Asylum. Mr. Reid was in hospital for a week, but some of the pellets of shot were embedded too deeply to be removed. In fact, the doctor remarked that had one of the pellets gone just a fraction closer to the spine, the result would have been fatal. His hearing also was permanently impaired. As the years went by Mr Reid developed a bad limp due, he thought to sciatica, and Robert did most of the farm work, ably seconded by Ellie. But when Robert went to the First World War, Ellie and her father carried on the farm work to the best of their ability. Crops of potatoes were planted and dug (the hard way, there were not mechanical potato planters or diggers then.) Large crops of pumpkins were grown as pig feed. Neighbours who had a reaper and binder were employed to cut the oat crop, then it had to be stocked and carted in and chaffed for the cattle by hand chaff-cutter. A new cow-yard and dairy had to be built, and Mr. Platt agreed to fell the timber and do the building, but he certainly would not drive that wild, unmanageable team of horses to transport the timber from the bush to the site. Father was much too lame to attempt the task, for the horses, (tom, Polly and Bonnie) certainly were lively. However, Ellie managed that task as well as many others that fell on her during those hard years. The pigs fattened by the pumpkins and other crops grown on the farm, had to be transported to market in Bright. This was usually accomplished by Mr. Tom Briggs, who would arranged with all interested pig owners to bring their pigs to him at a certain time, clearly marked (by clipping a patch of hair, or by paint etc), so as to prevent any confusion when the pigs were put into a large mob. Actually there was plenty of confusion among the pigs, for there were ferocious battles when different mobs met. However, by the time they travelled a few miles there was little energy to spare for fighting or anything else except plodding steadily along the road. All the pig-owners had to supply sufficient food to feed their animals on the two day journey. This was taken ahead in a dray or spring-cart by one of Tom's lads, who at a spot agreed upon, would construct a yard to hold the pigs overnight. Weary with the unaccustomed travelling, and with a good supply of food, they were not inclined to wander, and I believe Mr. Briggs lost only one pig during all his years of pig droving. Next day the journey to market would be completed at a very slow pace so that all the pigs would arrive in very good form. The war ended, and Robert returned home, his health much impaired by recurring bouts of malaria, contracted while in Egypt. When his health improved somewhat, he married Phyllis Egan, a school teacher friend of his sister's and when soon afterwards his sisters were also married, he and his wife took over the farm and his parents retired to Geelong, where the daughters were living. Here Mrs. Reid died in 1933 at the age of 83, and in the following year Mr. Reid passes away as the result of an accident, in his ninety-first year, and was buried with his wife at Point Lonesdale cemetery. Throughout those long, difficult years, Mr. And Mrs. Reid always maintained a faithful Christian witness and never lost their trust in God's goodness.
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80
80
2 Jun 1881
2 Sep 1973
Ellen
Reid
92
92
24 Mar 1885
6 May 1953
Robert
George
Andrew Reid
68
68
14 Jun 1879
2 Aug 1944
Thomas
Thompson
65
65
Nellie
Thompson
June
Thompson
Jessii
Thompson
Thomas
Hugh
Thompson
Stanly
Wills
Ada
Ellen
Wills
Mary
Ellen
Wills
Jeoffrey
Findby
Melanie
Jane
Wills
John
Nitchie
Jennifer
Anne
Nitchie
Margaret
Ellen
Nitchie
Philip
Andrew
Nitchie
Barbara
Anne
Simpson
Thomas
Hugh
Thompson
Janice
Leanne
Thompson
~1809
3 Apr 1889
Robert
William
Reid
80
80
Mary
More
William
Reid
~1830
George
Reid
13 Jul 1832
20 May 1919
Robert
James
Reid
86
86
More About ROBERT JAMES REID: Fact: Bet. 1870 - 1871, New Zealand Home: 1872, Selected "Homeleigh" Immigration: 1859, Arrived in "Cutty Sark" Medical Information: Senile Decay and Heart Failure and Congestion of the lungs. Occupation: Bet. 1859 - 1864, Mining at Yackandandah (Stanley) Occupation 2: Bet. 1864 - 1870, Mining Meri Mac & Lightening
~1834
1924
James
Reid
90
90
Robert
Reid
Margaret
McDonald
1818
1902
Margaret
Jan
Waterworth
84
84
1838
1865
Agnes
Welsh
27
27
4 May 1840
11 Feb 1916
Thomas
Welsh
75
75
1842
Martha
Welsh
1843
1870
Margaret
Jane
Welsh
27
27
1846
James
Welsh
His name is on the family tombstone in Drumbo, North Ireland.
1848
Ellen
Welsh
1850
Mary
Eliza
Welsh
Anne
Innes
Rebecca
Welsh
John
Henry
Watson
1855
John
Welsh
1857
Letitia
Welsh
1859
Robert
Welsh
20 Nov 1895
20 Jul 1968
Philis
Tregerthen
Egan
72
72
24 Apr 1849
2 Apr 1923
Hannah
Jane
Twist
73
73
Notes for HANNAH JANE TWIST: Born with a white midwife at Little Billabong. More About HANNAH JANE TWIST: Burial/Cremated: 4 April 1923, Kiewa Medical Information: Pneumonia
Hannah
Rothwell
1 Jan 1802
Jesse
Twist
Jesse , Hannah & sons came to Sydney, arriving 10th September 1841 with Hannah's brother, Richard Rothwell. John was sick on the ship, and died a few days after arrival in Sydney and was buried on the 23rd September 1841 at the Parish Church, St Phillip's, Sydney. At the time, this was in the village of Glebe and the church (built 1820) still stands today.
29 Oct 1836
Jesse
Twist
16 Aug 1838
John
Twist
13 Aug 1842
Ann
Twist
D. 26 May 1932
Richard
Twist
30 Apr 1845
Mary
Twist
Richard
Goldsworthy
Bickford
Twist
Harriet
Kate
Cross
Clive
Goldsworthy
Joan
Goldsworthy
School
Friend
Agnes
King
McCulloch
Elizabeth
Agnes
Barber
Agnes
King
John
McCulloch
Joseph
McCulloch
Isabella
Edmondson
Goldsworthy
Jacqueline
Leah
Hooper
Lizzie
Reid
Cis
Reid
James
Reid
William
Reid
Dr.
George
Reid
D. 1880
Anne Maria
Finlay
McCutcheon
6 Dec 1874
17 Oct 1898
William
George
Reid
23
23
24 Apr 1876
2 Jan 1942
Hugh
Ronald
Reid
65
65
19 Jul 1878
27 Dec 1974
Marion
Isabella
Reid
96
96
12 Sep 1894
2 Oct 1950
James
Clifford
Green
56
56
5 Apr 1880
27 May 1950
Robert
James
Reid
70
70
1883
3 Jun 1963
Richard
Henry
Reid
80
80
10 Dec 1895
Oct 1955
Arthur
James
Reid
59
59
Fred
Reid
Isabella
Auld
Cunningham
1870
1941
Robert
Reid
71
71
1880
Mary
Reid
1883
Samuel
George
Reid
1887
William
James
Reid
Regimental number 1348 Religion Methodist Occupation Grazier Address Tangambalanga, Victoria Marital status Single Age at embarkation 28 Next of kin Father, James Reid, Huon P.O., Huon, Victoria Enlistment Date 8 September 1915 Date of Enlistment from Nominal Roll 22 July 1915 Rank on enlistment TPR Unit name 9th Light Horse Regiment, 11th Reinforcement AWM Embarkation Roll number 10/14/3 Embarkation details Unit embarked from Melbourne, Victoria, on board HMAT SS Hawkes Bay on 21 October 1915 Regimental number form Nominal Roll 1348A Rank from Nominal Roll Trooper Unit from Nominal Roll 1st Australian Convalescent Depot Fate Returned to Australia 20 December 1918
Willie
Wallace
Reid
George
Reid
Lucy
Case
George
2 Reid
Joyce
Reid
Reid
1875
1943
Martha
Jane
Evans
68
68
~1907
1960
Muriel
Mary
Reid
53
53
William
McKillop
~1907
1960
Edna
Rothwell
Reid
53
53
Len
Burton
Ron
Reid
Joy
18 Dec 1890
18 Dec 1979
Lillian
Clapham
89
89
1860
1935
Samuel
Clapham
75
75
1858
1944
Fanny
Sunderland
86
86
20 Dec 1915
1971
Kennith
John
Reid
56
56
Mary
Dunlop
Trevor
Reid
Barbara
Elizabeth
Frase
22 Dec 1895
17 Jun 1971
Frances
May
Clapham
75
75
2 Feb 1920
12 Dec 1944
Brian
Clapham
Reid
24
24
22 Jul 1916
2 Feb 1974
Dorithy
May
Reid
57
57
~1916
1973
Leslie
Clive
Pugsley
57
57
9 Oct 1917
24 Jul 1984
Leonard
Arthur
Reid
66
66
30 Mar 1919
30 Mar 2001
Kathleen
Gunnis
82
82
27 Sep 1928
19 Mar 2001
Marjorie
Francis
Reid
72
72
Graeme
Ronald
Alsop
Graeme
Reid
Rosemary
Reid
Geffory
Reid
Caroline
Reid
Leanne
Reid
Rodney
Reid
Tisha
Reid
Allan
Reid
Lan
Reid
James
Reid
Cecil
Eddy
Nell
Loraine
Josie
Hibbersox
Isabella
Allan
Betty
Ian
Sam
Turner
Jewell
William
Egan
1896
Margaret
Sincock
Edward
Hooper
Alexander
Reid
D. 29 Nov 1982
John (Will)
William
Clapham
Henry
Clapham
Charles
Clapham
Born and died in Beechworth at 5 weeks.
Francis
Townsend
John
Sunderland
1822
1906
Margaret
Moore
84
84
1825
1881
William
Clapham
56
56
D. 28 Sep 1994
Mary
Barber
Francis
(Frank)
Clapham
Doreen
Clapham
Beatrice
Price
Brian
Francis
Clapham
Margaret
Clapham
Pamela
Clapham
Lorraine
Clapham
Anne
Elizabeth
Phillips
Bradley
James
Clapham
Sallie
Anne
Clapham
Amanda
Kate
Clapham
Dominique
(Nikki) Megan
Taylor
Samuel
Twist
Mary
Coop
16 Jul 1855
18 Jul 1939
Ann
Ellenor
Peters
84
84
1876
1876
Ann
Elanor
Twist
1879
4 Oct 1926
James Henry
Richard
Twist
47
47
1882
Emily
Jane
Twist
Joseph
E
Irwin
1886
Elizabeth
Hannah
Twist
William
John
Clark
1889
Sidney
Charles
Hilsley Twist
1892
Mary
E P
Gordon
1890
William
Edward
Twist
13 Mar 1893
Aug 1997
Hannah
Rothwell
Twist
104
104
David
McDonald
James
Twist
Nell
Twist
Elizabeth
Ann
Twist
Beverley
Ellen
Twist
Richard
James
Twist
Jeffery
John
Twist
David
John
Twist
1804
1874
John
Welsh
70
70
1809
10 Mar 1811
Ann
2
2
1856
19 Aug 1858
richard
2
2
1877
27 May 1880
joshua
3
3
1868
23 Feb 1871
Joseph
3
3
1878
12 May 1881
william
3
3
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