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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 26 Jul 1844 15 Nov 1934 Hugh Reid 90 90 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.

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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.

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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. 4 Oct 1852 23 Aug 1933 Anna Bella Welsh 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 Generated by GenoPro®. Click here for details.