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MARTIN. - On the 22nd November, at St. Ann's Hospital. Yarrawonga, Irene, the be- loved wife of W. J. Martin, of Wilby, loving mother of Erland and Farndale, aged 68 years.
Erlandson, Irene (I391)

MARY ANN KING, PHOEBE DOUGLAS, ANN NORRIS, theft : simple grand larceny, 19th February, 1829.
The Proceedings of the Old Bailey Ref: t18290219-57
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* Crime(s): theft : simple grand larceny,
* Punishment Type: transportation,
(Punishment details may be provided at the end of the trial.)
* Verdict: Guilty, Guilty, Guilty,
* Other trials on 19 Feb 1829
* Crime Location: Mile-end-road
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583. MARY ANN KING , PHOEBE DOUGLAS , and ANN NORRIS , were indicted for stealing, on the 9th of February, 30 yards of printed cotton, value 19s. , the goods of James Compigne .

MARY COMPIGNE . I am the wife of James Compigne , a linen-draper, of Mile-end-road. About four o'clock on the 9th of February, King came and wished to look at some prints; I shewed her several - she said they were not genteel enough - I shewed her some others, and then she asked for some more; she offered me 1s. 4d. a yard for one which I asked 1s. 10d. for: after she had detained me about eight or ten minutes, the other two prisoners came in together, and wished to look at a print in the window, which was very difficult to get at; I asked them to take a seat, but King detained me so long that I went and gave them the gown-piece out of the window -I was there, perhaps, about three minutes; I then returned to King, and she said I knew her terms - I said I could not take it; she went out rather fast, and I went to the other two; they said the print I had shown them was not dark enough - Douglas said she was a poor servant, and had seven children, and hoped I would take as little as I could for two dresses - I offered to take off half-a-crown; she had a child which was very troublesome -Norris walked towards the door with it, and they went away; I then stood a bit, went into the parlour, and said I had lost something, I was sure I had, but I did not miss them till Brown, the officer, brought these prints the next day - they are the prints which I had shewn them; this is one which King said was not genteel enough - this one she said was only fit for children's frocks; this she did not like, and this was not enough to make a dress: the prisoners did not speak to each other to my knowledge, and none of them made any purchase.(Property produced and sworn to.)

JOHN BROWN . I am an officer. On the 9th of February, I saw Douglas and Norris, about ten minutes before five o'clock, on the opposite side of the street, and King was on the same side as I was, with a bundle: I and Waters stopped her at the corner of Church-street, Bethnal-green, and took her into the Adam and Eve public-house - we found all these articles on her, which she said she had bought of a tallyman, who came to her house; I asked if she could tell where he lived, and she said No; we then searched her, and she had no money - we brought her out again, crossed over, and took the other prisoners, and took them all into another public-house; King then said,

"Phoebe, have you been with me to-day?" Douglas said, "No, Nance, have you been with me to-day?" Norris said No; we took King, but let the other two go: but from further information we went again, and took them: last Saturday, as I was going up stairs at the office, I heard Douglas, whose voice I knew, call to a man in the lock-up place, and say, "George, it's all up," for the fatements were on them; he said, "Why did you not go in somewhere, and take them off?" she said, "We had not a bl-y farthing among us:" we took the prisoners about three-quarters of a mile from the prosecutor's.

THOMAS WATERS . I was with Brown, and saw Douglas and Norris on the opposite side of the way; I called Brown's attention to them, and at that moment we saw King with the bundle; we took her into the house, and found these things; I then went out, and overtook the other two about one hundred yards off - we found nothing on them, and let them go; but on the Thursday morning we went and took them again - we asked them if they had been in any shop with King: they said No.

KING'S Defence. I never was in the prosecutor's shop- I know nothing of these other women; the things were given me by a tallyman.

DUGLAS'S Defence. I never saw this lady before I was at Worship-street: what the officers have stated is false- they knew me for some time.

NORRIS' Defence. I was not on the same side of the way with King; the time I was first taken I had half a crown in my hand - I had been no higher than Bethnal-green school that day; I had not been in the road at all; on the Tuesday Waters met a lad in the Bethnal-green-road, he asked where I lived, and gave him brandy, and said if he told me of it he would police him.

KING - GUILTY . Aged 22.


NORRIS - GUILTY . Aged 26.

Transported for Seven Years  
Douglas, Phoebe Elizabeth (I20500)

Mary Loiterton was born in Muttama and lived and went to school there. Her parents farmed the property called "Hillside", just a few miles from the township. The original house at "Hillside" had walls made of wooden slabs which had been lined on the inside with newspaper, glued on to stop the wind from coming through the cracks. Hessian hung on the walls and formed the ceiling of the house. There was a large dining room which contained a table that could seat fourteen people. Most of the old house was demolished when the new one was built by Dudley Loiterton in the mid-thirties. One story Mary told her grandchildren was of the time when she was alone in the house and felt a bit hungry. She had seen others cook potatoes in the ashes from the fire and decided to do likewise. Failing to find any potatoes, she decided to use an egg instead. The egg wasn't in the fire for more than a minute or so before it exploded and sent pieces of shell and partly cooked egg everywhere!

The one thing Mary loved was meeting people and having a yarn. She was never lost for words and was a fascinating person to listen to. She had a fantastic sense of humour and on numerous occasions had her relatives in fits of laughter at the tales she would tell. There was one such instance when she was relating her attempt to retrieve some fruit that was growing on a tree overhanging the back shed. She must have been well into her late seventies at the time. She climbed up a ladder resting against the shed to collect the fruit, but when she reached the top of the ladder it slipped and left her hanging by both hands from the guttering of the shed until she managed to call a neighbour to help. She thought the incident hilariously funny rather than seeing the potentially serious side of it. The block of land on which the house at Batehaven was built was quite steep but Mary used to negotiate it with comparative ease, even though she required a walking stick in later years. On one occasion she had walked to the front of the house and noticed a dog that had been making a mess on her front lawn for some time. She lifted her walking stick and threw it at the dog. Having thrown away her main means of support she ended up falling over in the middle of the lawn. Most of us would probably not want anyone to know of such an incident but Mary laughed and laughed as she delivered the punch line of this tale.

Following Steve's death in 1974 Mary continued to live alone at Batehaven until a year or so before her death. She was a very determined and independent person and quite happy to continue to look after herself. Ian Loiterton recalls visiting her when she must have been rapidly approaching ninety and taking her some mushrooms. She was more than pleased with the mushrooms and said that she wished that she had someone to take her out mushrooming.

Mary had an excellent memory and she could recall people and events right back to her childhood days and her early time in Cootamundra. She loved her family, grandchildren and great-grand-children and was always a keen gardener. Even into her nineties she had an interest in current affairs and was never afraid to express her quite strong views on many matters.

She remained sound of mind until she suffered a massive stroke a few weeks before her death at the age of ninety two.
Douglas, Mary Estelle (I1561)


At this point of time the 20th of August 1980, my name is Audrey Mavis Mote, born on Thursday, 28th December 1922, ( I believe around 11pm.) to my parents Phyllis Nellie (Mutch) and Leslie James Aspland . I was born in the family home at 5 Whiteman Avenue, Young, but previously called Boorowa Rd., Young. I believe the Doctor who attended was Dr. Cook, and a Nurse Poplin.

I guess I was a disappointment to my parents as they already had a daughter, Clarice Gwendoline, and they were probably hoping for a son. My Mother later told me that I weighed at birth 10 3/4 lbs, so I had a good start. Approx. 6 years later another sister arrived for me, Phyllis Mona, and then 3 years later on a brother at last arrived for us, Raymond Robert William (Mick).

My first recollections are of playing with my friends who lived over the road from us , 2 sisters , Gladys (Dimpy) and her sister Una Freeman. They used to come across to my place to play and one of our favourite things was shops. We would make our mud pies and then raid the garden for flowers to decorate our cakes. Small things used to amuse us then when we had to make our own fun, but things have changed and television has taken over. I really believe though that we had the better time.

Dimpy and I went off to school together when we were 5 years old, there were no pre schools then and 5 was the starting age for all children. School was the Public School at Young, and later the High School, where I went until about my second year. I had all the usual subjects, English, Maths, which I liked ,and then History, Geography, Geometry, Algebra which I hated, and French and Latin. I repeated 6th class as the day of the exams my parents took me to the Cootamundra Show, (I don't remember if they knew the exams were on) so therefore I had to stay behind for another year. Some of my teacher's names were; Mrs. Ross, Mr. Mobbs, Miss Perks, Mrs. Reynolds, Mr. Eisler.

My goodness it seems a long time ago. Back to school again and to my friends. As there mostly is at school, there was a group of us who seemed to stay together, and we made our own fun. My closest friend was Margaret Chellew who lived 2 doors up from us and at weekends we were often seen exploring the gullies that were not far away, or walking along the side of the railway lines looking for wild flowers. I don't think the trains used to run at weekends or I can't imagine my Mother allowing me to be on the lines otherwise. My most terrifying experience was crossing a railway bridge one day, I was half way across when I looked down and saw the water flowing in the creek below, which was certainly a very long way down. I panicked and was frozen to the bridge for some time until I got myself together, goodness knows how, but I guess I got to the other side. Some of the other girls were; Helen Western, Heather Hannigan, Joy Sackett, and Marie Porter. One Saturday morning I was invited to Marie's place to play, and her Mother needed some butter so sent us to the shops. The trouble was that we had to pass the swings in the Railway Park, and on the way home we stopped (was it for a few minutes ?) for a swing. Mrs. Porter wasn't very pleased with the butter we took home to her, and I found an excuse to make a hasty retreat. I believe Marie didn't fare so well. At other times when the cherries were ripe we were all invited to Joy Sackett's home, where we were allowed into their orchard to pick and eat as many cherries as we wanted. They were good days and long gone.

During my time in Primary School, my Mother found it necessary to have an operation, so I was sent to my Mother's sister Aunty Ethel Long, at Cootamundra and I attended school there for 2 or 3 months. Aunty Ethel was Mrs. Claude Long, and they had a daughter Joyce who was older than me but we got on very well together, and as they had a court we played a lot of tennis. Uncle Claude was great too, but a terrible tease, and never let up on me. Their life style was different to ours, and I enjoyed my stay with them. There was no shortage of money, my Uncle owning a radio shop, also doing repairs etc. and Joyce always had the best of everything, her own car, and beautiful clothes. She was a very attractive person and very popular. They seemed to enjoy having me stay with them. For one special occasion Aunt Ethel had a special frock made for me and I really felt important. This function was held at night time and I was to make the presentation of flowers to the guest of honour. I was rather nervous. Uncle Claude was always playing tricks on me and trying to scare me. Sometimes he did a very good job of it.

I remember being put on the train and I travelled home to Young by myself. My Mother I think was always envious of the money her sister had as Mum always had to struggle to make ends meet. However she did a very good job of it , and always kept the family well dressed and fed , and she was spotless in the home. She did a lot of sewing and made clothes for herself and her family to save money. Aunt Ethel was never snobbish for all her money, and was a very happy type of person who helped anyone and often did.

My sister Gwen was married when I was about 12 years old and it was an exciting time for us. A large marquee was erected in our back garden and the reception was held there. She married Edmund Brown who in those days used to work for his Father who owned a dairy. I remember when they were courting, Ted and Gwen were interested in playing records, and they had a phonograph in Mum's lounge room, and they had a lot of Hawaiian music ( hula dances etc.) and also some yodelling ones. A great favourite was " The Little Grass Shack. "

Soon after this I had a trip to hospital with a cyst on my appendix, or perhaps it was an abscess. However I was told to sit up night and day to drain it. I was in the Sacred Heart Hospital at Young for some time and made a friend of another patient in the same ward , her name was Mary Elliot and she came to our home to stay when she left hospital as her home was out in the country. After I came home I was still in bed for some time and after all this my legs became quite useless. My brother Ray had a pedal motor car and when I started to move around and the loo (which was always outside in those days and way up the back yard) was too far away for me to walk to, so he used to push me up in his pedal car.

One day when walking back to school I was passing O'Gilpin's store, a shop much the same as Woolies but on a much smaller scale. I noticed a sign in the window advertising for an assistant, so on the spur of the moment I walked in and inquired about it. I was successful in getting the job and went home and told my parents I was leaving school and going to work for 10 shillings and sixpence a week. My parents didn't seem to mind and I even paid board out of the money. I enjoyed working there, as I hadn't liked school very much. I was 14 when I left. However it wasn't long , and I went home one night to be told my friend's father, Mr. Chellew had been down to see Mum, and he wanted to see me that night , so I went up after work , feeling a bit scared as he was a severe type of person. He offered me a position in his shop, which at that time was one of the main shops in the town, and I suppose it was a step up for me with a certain amount of prestige. I told him I would go to work for him and I started in the showroom selling women's clothes and hats etc.

In those days we had Wednesday afternoon a holiday, and late night shopping was on Saturday night till 9-30 pm. The staff all got on very well together, I remember some of the names ; Mavis Hopwood, now (Mrs. Harry Wright) , Betty Barry, (Mrs. Bernie Gibson) Floss Prowse, (Mrs. Geoff Clarke) , Cecilia Doolan, (Mrs. Billy Kearney) , Pat Nuthall, Claude Wales, Keith Bowles, Mick Lister, Watson Loftus. Mick and Watson enlisted in the second World War and didn't return home. I worked at this shop until I left to be married.

I used to attend the Methodist Church as I was growing up. We had a "girl's club", and one night a week we had our tea together at the church hall. There was also a boy's club, and sometimes we would combine and hold concerts, and at other times a special night would be held at one of the parent's homes. Sometimes these were held in the country and it was quite exciting as most of the games etc. were held outside and I guess a lot of courting went on. We always had a good crowd ,and I remember one occasion was held at the home of Charlie Robinson's parents quite a few miles out of Young. We used to hire a bus for the trip, but some had boy friends with a car.

One day while walking home from my work for lunch, a Fargo Furniture truck with Gordon Mote & Co. printed on the side, drove along beside me and the driver was beckoning me to come over, but I didn't know him and it was enough to frighten me off and I got home as soon as I could. However I had noticed that the driver had quite a handsome face and nice curly hair. I mentioned what had happened to my Mother and she knew who he was as she had been in the furniture store. (he was managing the store for his Uncle, Alfred I'Anson). It wasn't long till I was walking home with my Father another lunch time and the truck pulled up again, my Dad accepted the lift so we got in. Eventually we saw more of one another, I learned his name was Gordon Mote , but called Bob by his family. Bob was given by his sister Joyce, when she was small she couldn't say "Baby", it sounded like "Bobby", and it stuck. He tried to tell me he had a twin brother but I didn't fall for that. Bob told me later that when he first went to Young from Yass where he had lived with his parents, Albert and Mabel Mote, that he took a room at the Royal Hotel Young until he found somewhere to board. This morning he was standing on the balcony of the hotel looking over when he saw me walk across the road going to work which was opposite, to the hotel. He said my very blond hair attracted him, and there and then he said to himself that he was going to marry me. We started dating until he found out how young I was, (just 15) and after that he didn't come around for a while , but from what I heard he wasn't lonely. However we started going out again and after some time we became engaged on 9th July 1940. Bob had been to Sydney on a buying trip for the shop and just landed home with the ring and gave it to me. It wasn't very romantic, in fact he didn't ask me would I marry him, he just took it for granted. It was a surprise to me and my parents, but of course he had to pluck up courage and go and see Dad which he did. (Bob told me many years later that he had had 2 of my teenage boy friends go to see him at the shop and complain that he had no right to butt in on their girl.) I didn't know they were so serious.

Bob and I had lots of car trips while we were courting, sometimes to other towns for football matches, even to Sydney to spend the afternoon at Bondi beach. Another time was to the Blue Mountains with Ron and Al Boardman and Betty Barry who I used to work with. Bob was very interested in photography so we made another trip to Bathurst to see the car racing and has all that on film still. We attended the last Sydney Agricultural Show before it was closed down for the duration of World War 2. One Christmas on our way from Young, we left work about 9 o'clock heading for Yass to pick up Bob's mother and father and a friend of theirs, Miss Griffith, to go to Kiama and a trip around the coast, and our car caught alight at Murringo. We were lucky enough to put the fire out, but we had to spend a night outside the garage at Burrowa where we had been towed to get the necessary parts to fix it. We arrived at Yass at daybreak where the family were relieved to see us.

On another occasion we drove to Wyangla Dam for a picnic and took Betty Barry and her friend Duncan. I had not been there before so it was all exciting to me, and as usual Bob took photos of us all that we still have as a record of our teenage years. We have also some movies of the friends we used to play tennis with at the Methodist Church courts on Wednesday afternoons. They were good old days.

Bob and I always went to the pictures regularly, in fact every change of program as he made an agreement with the chap running the theatre, Mr. Toby Bartle. Mr. Bartle asked Bob if he could put a billboard advertising the pictures in the furniture shop window, and for this he could go to the pictures free of charge. Bob also used to advertise on the screen with Charles Blanks so it was a happy arrangement for us all. In those days a visit to the pictures was quite an event as we saw 2 pictures, and always a cartoon, and the adds were on at interval when Alf Godbeer would be heard singing out, Peanuts, Lollies, and Chocolates. On our way home it was always our custom to go to the caf? and either have a milk shake or pie and peas. It was great.

Back to the engagement. I remember my Mother came into the shop where I was working, and I said, "Look what I've got", and held my hand up to show her the ring. The first thing she said was ,"have you asked your Father?" I'm sure she got across to his shop very smartly, so of course Bob had to go and see him. I believe Dad told him he was getting a very good girl.

Soon after this Bob was called up for service in the Army and sent away to Greta, near Newcastle, with a group of young men his age for training. After he had been there several months, I received a letter from him asking me could we set the wedding date as 26th February 1941,when he would be home then. So the date was set and we were married in the Methodist Church, Young at 8-30 a.m. by Rev. Norman Lickiss, and my sister Gwen was my matron of honour, and her husband Ted Brown was best man for Bob. I wore a powder blue street length frock of voile and silk broderie anglais, my Mother's crystals for something borrowed, and white accessories. My bouquet was of tuber roses. Bob wore a dark suit that his friend Ernie Leathart who was a tailor , made especially for him. For going away I wore a pretty pink crepe frock, with white accessories. We had a reception at the "Blue Tea Rooms " at Young and afterwards we left on our honeymoon, which was spent in Sydney at " Adam's Hotel ". On the way we stopped at Bob's Mother's home at 43 Pritchett St. Yass and emptied out our suit cases of confetti. I do hope we didn't leave a mess for them as they were still at Young, where they had come for the wedding. Bob's Grandfather, Albert Wales (his Mother's Father ) lived at Young also. Other guests at our wedding that I can remember were, Aunts and Uncles, Mr. & Mrs. Alfred I'anson ( Aunty Hilda &Uncle Alf ) Mr. & Mrs. Delaney, ( Aunty Clara & Uncle Frank ) Bob's sister, Joyce and her future husband Ken McLean. We only invited close relatives , and on my side there was Grandma Mutch, Mr. & Mrs. Aspland & Barbara, ( Aunty Minnie & Uncle Bert,) & Mr. & Mrs. Major who were close family friends. I'm afraid after all these years I can't remember all the guests.

We arrived at Adam's Hotel in Pitt Street, Sydney, just after dark, and to me not having been in the city at night time it seemed like a fairy land with all the neon signs and lights. In those days one could walk the streets at night without fear , and we used to often do this and look in all the shop windows and imagine buying all the goodies that we saw.

The next morning we went and had our photos taken , and had a look around the city. We only had a weeks honeymoon as money was not plentiful.

We arrived home and moved into our first home together, in 98 Thornhill Street Young, a house owned by Billy Bladwell, our next door neighbour. We had furnished the home before our wedding , so it would be ready. It was lovely, everything new, from carpets up. I wish I had some of the lovely furniture now but sadly we had to sell when Bob went into the Army, but that is another story later on.

Anyway we enjoyed living in our first home and it was while we were there that our first child was born, Robert, on 16th February, 1942 ,in the Maternity section of the Young District Hospital.

We were both so happy when we found we were to have our first baby and started planning straight away. I started madly knitting every spare moment and Gran (Bob's Mother) helped me and taught me to sew baby dresses etc. with smocking and fancy work. Everything had to be just perfect and we had a lovely collection by the time baby was due. Bob had ordered a new pram with mud guards, and I don't think there was any better in Young.

My Doctor during my pregnancy in 1941-42 was Dr. Stocks, and I kept him rather busy as I had morning sickness for the whole 9 months. To go anywhere in the car was always a risk , and there were always stops along the way. I remember one day we were going shopping and Bob backed the car out of the yard and we didn't even get to the first corner before I was sick, so we had to go home and clean the car. It was all worth it though. My labour pains started on the Sunday night around tea time (Mum and Dad had called in to see us earlier in the day) and Bob was very busy with his stamps on the lounge room floor. He seemed to be very calm, but who knows, so I waited till 9p.m. and then we walked over to the hospital which was just across the road. Anyway I got into bed, and Bob went home, and I think we both had a bad night. Robert was born on Monday morning approx. 10 a.m. I was hoping for a boy, and I think Bob was too, as my sister had all girls and Robert was the first Grandson. I was so happy taking home a new baby although I was a little apprehensive about staying on my own with him, but that soon settled down. From the time Robert was born he seemed to have feeding problems and we found out soon after I went home what the problem was. Bob had to call the Dr. to me one night and I found I had Mastitis,(in other words milk fever). I had plenty of milk but it wasn't coming through, so Robert and I landed back in hospital again for treatment. Things finally settled down and we were very happy, but that wasn't to continue as Bob's call-up for the Army arrived.

In 1942 Bob tried to get exemption from this as he had a certificate from the Doctor who attended him when he had Rheumatic Fever as a child, Doctor Bob English. He also had a family to look after and the furniture business. However the authorities were not sympathetic and we had to make plans very quickly.

We had to dismantle our lovely home and store our furniture which we later had to sell as we couldn't afford to keep paying storage. Robert who was 10 months old and I went to live with Bob's parents at Yass. We couldn't possibly see why Bob was expected to go into the Army as he had a record for a bad heart, left by the Rheumatic Fever.

I didn't like leaving Young, and my family behind, Mum and Dad, Gwen & Ted & their family, & Mona & Mick, however Bob's parents , later Gran & Pop, made us very welcome. Of course they loved having Robert there as he was their first Grandchild, and he couldn't do anything wrong.

The store had to be closed up, and there was a financial loss as quite a few people owed money, and this or most of it anyway was never collected. I still remember my Mum as we were about to leave Young, she was crying , and I said to her, " don't worry Mum, we'll be back ," and she said ,'' no you wont come back ,'' and we never did , to live.

It was an unforgettable day for me, the day Bob left Yass to go to Bathurst , to go into the Army. Even now it is hard to put into words as I felt so unhappy at the thought of him leaving me and Robert, who was only 10 months old, behind with his parents. We didn't know when we were going to be together again, and that was something we were not used to. Bob drove our car to Bathurst, we had at that time a green 1940 Vauxhall car. By taking the car over it meant that he could get home if he had the chance without any delay. After some weeks it was arranged that Bob could leave the car at the Methodist Manse at Bathurst. This was made possible by Rev. Norman Lickiss who was there at the time, the same Minister who had married us at Young.

I managed to fill in my days somehow by looking after Robert, and sharing the household duties with Bob's Mother, and as she was a very keen gardener, I spent a lot of time helping with this also. My other hobbies were knitting, fancy work, and sewing. Sewing took up a lot of my time as I made practically all of Robert's clothes, and even though I say it myself, he was a very well dressed child. Gran as we called Bob's Mother was certainly a help to me with my sewing, and I am very grateful to Gran & Pop for taking me and Robert into their home on such short notice, and for putting up with us for 4 long years. Without their help and support I don't know how I would have managed.

Dr. English ( Bob's old Dr. from his Rheumatic Fever days ) was always there for us too, and one time in particular I remember very vividly. It was when Robert was getting his teeth, and he was very sick. Dr.English, or Dr. Bob, as he was affectionately known by everyone at Yass, gave Robert medication and stayed with us into the night until he was sure he was O.K. It was a frightening time for me.

Altogether I think Robert and I fitted into the lifestyle of Gran & Pop very well, except on occasions when Joyce (Bob's Sister )and her son David came to stay. David was perhaps a year younger than Robert, and I'm afraid Robert tormented him at every opportunity. One story Robert tells now, is how he used to throw pebbles on the roof of Gran's old toilet and tell David the sky was falling down. Well David used to run for his Mother with screams etc.. Instead of Joyce taking these events as childish pranks, she got rather upset with me, and made things very hard for Gran. I'm pretty certain she was rather jealous of me and Robert living there, and perhaps felt that her parents would feel closer to Robert than David. Anyway I'm sorry it happened that way.

Somehow I filled my days in and of course Bob and I wrote to each other every day, so we were always waiting on the postman. I imagine in those days there were many wives waiting on news from their husbands. Bob used to in time get home on leave, but it was usually many months, and when he did get home, Robert was rather shy for a day or so until he got to know his Dad again. Bob usually arrived with chocolate and candy bars, which made him popular too.

Eventually Bob was sent further away from home, and this was up to Queensland where he was at Red Lynch Camp and Cairns. He was asked to work in the Canteens up there, and after this he didn't get home very often. He used to ring me when ever he got a chance, ( I believe a bar of chocolate did wonders if given to a telephonist, as far as getting a call through.)

I didn't see much of my family during this time, although Gwen & Ted called a few times on their way through. I did go to Young on the train with Robert ,and we stayed with Mum for a few days. Another trip was to Forbes to stay with Joyce (Bob's Sister). Joyce & Ken McLean managed a property called " Wynola " at Forbes, and Robert and I both enjoyed our stay on the farm. At that time Ken had some Italian Prisoners of war working on the property, but they kept their distance.

One day I remember Joyce and I drove into the "Baby Health Centre " at Forbes and took David with us for his weekly check up . The difference was that we went in a horse and sulky. My job was to open gates, and to nurse David, who, with no respect for me, wet me through. Things were different then and war time petrol was very scarce.

Another time I recall when Bob was on leave and we were staying at Young, my Uncle Bert (Dad's Brother) offered us his car to go out and see Bob's Aunty Hilda and Uncle Alfred I'Anson. Aunty Hilda was Bob's Mother's Sister. This was a very unusual thing for Uncle Bert to do as he wasn't known for his softer points, but when Bob was sent to Queensland we put our car up on blocks and it was still there. Anyway we appreciated it very much and we accepted his offer and went to Iandra to pay them a visit. It was while we were there that a piece of history was made at Cowra with the Japanese breaking out of their Prison Camp. I can tell you I was a bit scared myself that night as Iandra is not that far away.

Eventually Bob learnt that he was to be sent to New Guinea, and of course we didn't like this at all, but you didn't have any say in the matter in those days. Bob was sent home on leave again before he was to sail. I had been thinking of another baby around this time and I wanted to try for a daughter as Robert was getting older and I didn't want there to be too much difference in their ages. Robert was already over 3 years. Bob wasn't very much in favour of the idea when I first suggested it , as with him being away for so long and not knowing when he would be back, if at all. Anyway I must have been very persuasive and before he went back, I was pregnant again. I was very happy with the prospects of another baby, even though I started vomiting with morning sickness very quickly. Bob went back to Camp and was sent to New Guinea. He was supposed to go on the hospital ship "Centaur" but through circumstances changing, he was sent on the "Charon". It was certainly lucky for us as the "Centaur" was sunk.

I now had plenty of work for the following months, doing sewing, smocking baby dresses, knitting etc., and making clothes for our new baby that was due in February. Gran helped me with the cutting out as she loved making baby clothes, and also used to attend drafting lessons and made a lot of her own frocks. She later opened her own shop at Young selling baby clothes. She could quite easily have opened one at Yass but she was friends with the girl who already had a baby shop there and Gran always said that she wouldn't open a shop against her.

The months dragged on and Bob didn't get home, and I was missing him very much. Robert and I went to Young to stay with Mum for a few days, and then we went out to stay with Gwen and Ted for a short time too, but I always remember staying at Gwen's as it was while I was there that I heard the news that the War had ended. I don't think I had ever heard anything so wonderful, to think that the whole nightmare was nearly over. Of course I was hoping that Bob would be home straight away, but it was to be some months before that happened. Eventually I was given a date in February, it must have been the 1st. February because I remember I sat up most of the night staring out Gran's kitchen window watching for Bob to walk up the hill and home. I didn't know which train he was expecting to come on, so I was there for some time. Morning came and still no Bob. However someone else decided to make me take notice, and I realised that our new baby was on the way. I guess staying up all night was too much for us. Gran started rushing around and making arrangements for me to go to hospital. I had already booked in at "Devonia", the maternity hospital at Yass, and Dr. Bob English was still my doctor. Finally after not being able to get a cab, Gran rang Uncle Jim Weatherby, and he agreed to take me across. However, he must have been a bit nervous as he brought another lady with him who used to be a nurse, and Gran came over too. I think Robert stayed at home with our next door neighbour, Mrs. Bradley.

In due course, after I was settled in, and the others had gone home, the Dr. arrived and gave me a good dose of castor oil to liven things up. This was around 10a.m. I was wishing Bob had made it home to take me across to the hospital but after 4 years I guess I realised I couldn't have everything my own way. That morning the paper arrived from Young (Mum used to send them sometimes for me to catch up on my home town news.) I remember I read the paper while pacing up and down the verandah, as I had been told to keep walking. Still no word from Bob.

It must have been somewhere around 7p.m. when I went into serious labour and our daughter was born approx 9p.m.on 2nd. February 1946. Of course I was absolutely thrilled at having a daughter as we already had a son and we were hoping for a girl.

Dr. Bob was a very good doctor as well as a good friend, and he was concerned that Bob wasn't there with me, so rang Gran to see if Bob was going to come to the hospital. Bob had not arrived home until near 8p.m. (after having to hitch hike to get to Yass ) and rung the hospital and they said I was in labour and he could see me in the morning. When Dr. Bob heard this he didn't agree, and as soon as our baby had arrived , he rang Bob and told him to come over, which he did. I had seen the baby for a short time in the labour ward and Bob saw her as soon as he arrived at the hospital. She was then brought in to me, our new daughter, and we looked her all over, all her fingers and toes, but we were rather worried about her feet as they seemed to be twisted a bit. We asked the Dr. about this and he assured us they were perfectly normal, much to our relief. It was a wonderful night, I had my husband home again, and a son and a new daughter. Robert came to the hospital the next day with his Dad. It was so good to have Bob home again and he spent a lot of time with me. Robert used to amuse himself around the garden and sometimes I think he used to find his way to the hospital kitchen as he came back with an ice cream once. It was so wonderful to be all together again and a new daughter to complete our family.

Even though the War was over, the troops were not sent home immediately, and Bob only had a limited leave. We went to Young in this period to show off our two children to their Grandparents and Uncles and Aunts, cousins and our friends. My Mum was always very proud of Robert, and when Jan came along, and she saw her, it wasn't long before she was calling her neighbours to the fence. That trip to Young was the only time that Mum saw Jan as Mum died soon after.

We got back to Yass and Bob had to pack up and leave again, this time we hoped for the last time. We were so fed up with being parted but could do nothing but wait. Bob had only been gone a short time when I became ill again with the same problem that I had had with my breast feeding with Robert. I had Mastitus. (milk fever) Gran rang the Dr. and she tried to do what she could for me with hot foments, but it persisted so I was put back into "Devonia" hospital with Jan ( Janice ). We were there for another week or so before I was O.K. to go home. At last the great day when Bob came home, discharged from the Army, it seemed hard to believe that the War was over, and that he didn't have to go away again. It was 4 years out of our lives, and lots of folk would not realise how hard it had really been for us to be parted for so long. Robert had been deprived of a Father for 4 years although Pop Mote had certainly done his best to fill the bill.

In this time Bob's Sister had also had a daughter Margaret, a brother for David ,and they came to spend a holiday with Gran. Margaret was a little older than Jan but had not yet been christened, so it was decided that we would have the two girls christened in the Methodist Church at Yass, on the same day, our daughter Janice, and Joyce's daughter Margaret. I don't know what date it was but I know it was Harvest Festival time. I must say that Robert and David were not very impressed and spent their time exploring the church, and not too quietly at that The old Minister seemed to understand and took it all in his stride.

We had to get some order into our lives again and decide what we were going to do . The car had to be taken down off blocks where it had been stored all these years in a garage owned by a friend of Grans, Miss Esther Thompson. She rented Bob the garage so that too had to come out of our Army pay which at that time was 7 Pounds 14 shillings per fortnight, so you can see we didn't have much chance to save anything, however looking back now, I realise how cheaply we lived with Gran and Pop. I forget just what I used to pay but I'm sure it wasn't enough, and probably didn't cover mine and Robert's expenses. However I didn't waste anything, and out of this money, during the years Bob was in the Army, I paid off by instalments each month, a block of land, 10 acres , at Bowral, that Bob had inspected during some leave that he had. We intended one day to move there to live, which in fact we did.

However, for the moment the most pressing problem was for us to make some money to live. It eventuated that we opened a store in Comur Street Yass, doing upholstery, selling materials, and making loose covers for lounge suites. It was rather frustrating at the beginning as I was to do all the sewing, and I had never tried anything like this in my life before. I'm afraid there were a few tears shed from time to time, but with perseverance from Bob and me, we eventually worked together, Bob cutting out, and me fitting and sewing, and it wasn't long before we were very proud of our work. We were doing very well but had to start thinking about making a home for ourselves and Jan and Robert and to not impose on Gran and Pop any longer.

In the meantime Robert had started school at the Public School at Yass, where his Father had gone before him. Bob took him to school in the morning and said he would call for him at lunch time, (we didn't want him to cross the Yass bridge by himself ) but soon after 11 o'clock that morning, in walked Robert , back home again. He thought play time was lunch time and that Bob had forgotten him, so came home. I guess it was understandable, but so much for us worrying about crossing the bridge. The teacher was relieved to know he was safe at home.

Bob decided on a caravan to live in on our block at Bowral until we had money for a home. He went to Sydney and bought a metal frame for a caravan and towed it back to Yass on the car. He had contacted a man to help him build it, which they did, and it had all mod. cons. of the day.

We made the decision to leave Gran's just after Christmas, it must have been in the year 1948. This meant we had to do something about the shop, and eventually we made it very easy for the young chap we had working for us to take over the shop and he built it into quite a large business over the years. His name was Ron Firth and he is still trading under that name.

We thought Gran and Pop would be pleased to see us move out and to have their home to themselves again, but I don't think this was the case. In fact I think they were probably very lonely after having us all there for so long, and they missed their Grandchildren. However Bob and I were young at this time, and I suppose didn't stop to think, as we were excited and looking forward to settling in Bowral.

We arrived safely at Bowral and parked our car and van under a big gum tree (was this the safest spot ?) on the block, and we were not there very long before a man with some trotters came over to Bob and ordered us off the land, as he said it was their trotting track. Well you can imagine how we felt, and told him we owned the land and had no intention of moving. Our next visitor was a fat little freckled faced red haired boy, whose name was Stephen Morgan we discovered. He informed us that his Father had sent him up to find out what we were doing. So we arrived in Bowral and made our presence known. This land was in Park Road, Bowral

We eventually became good friends with the Morgans, and because I had no oven to cook cakes, Mrs. Morgan often cooked a cake and sent it up to me with Stephen. However Stephen must have been very hungry one day and ate the cake instead of bringing it to me. We had a laugh over this when he was found out.

After fencing our 10 acres, Bob bought some cows and a couple of horses. He used to milk the cows, one whose name was Wilma and the other Rose, and then we would separate the milk , and have this lovely thick cream. We would spread it on our bread like butter. Sometimes we would make our own butter, and then at times we would give the Morgans a large bottle of cream and I know they appreciated it. Bob had to take the cows to be serviced by the bull, and we were lucky as the dairy was not far away. We used to keep the poddy calves until they were big enough to sell, then we took them to the Mossvale Markets in the back of our panel van.

We also had an experience, actually more than one experience with horses. Robert was very lucky one day when he ran up behind the pony we had. I think he frightened her and she threw out her back legs and just caught Robert on the forehead and stunned him for a few minutes. We thought he was O.K. but Robert has told us many years later that he had a couple of black-outs at school after that, and he seems to think it was from the kick. I guess we should have had him checked out by a Dr. at the time. He was not very taken with horses after that. The pony was Taffy.

Another time and another horse, only it was my Sister Mona who was the victim this time. Mona was staying with us at the time, and we were to take a horse from our place at Bowral to Jack McGrath's place at Burrawang. We started off in the car and Mona leading the horse through the car window. Somehow she caught her finger between the rope and the car and it tore the skin on her little finger. I can tell you I was glad when that horse arrived at it's destination.

The next experience was with a sick horse. I think it was too far gone when we got it, must have been given away or very cheap. It could hardly stand, and to stop it going down which is very bad for a horse I understand, Bob had to make a type of hessian sling and put it under the horse and tie it to a tree. I had never seen this done before and thought it a bit of a joke, although we all felt sorry for the horse. It never did survive, or make any improvement, so Bob had to pluck up courage one day and shoot it.

Jan was very hard to watch, she was only about 2 years old and every chance she got she was through the fence after the animals. She didn't seem afraid of them at all.

About the time we decided to leave Yass for Bowral, my Mother became ill. I didn't know at the time what the problem was, and I didn't think it was anything serious. However we had been at Bowral about a month and I hadn't had any letters from home, and just around tea time I had an urge to ring and find out if she was better. Having of course no phone, we drove to the P.O. and put the call through. Bob waited in the panel van with the two children while I took the call, and it was my Brother-in-law Ted Brown who answered. He asked me to wait a minute and he put Dr. Stocks, Mum's Dr. on the phone to speak, and he told me that my Mother had just died. I couldn't believe it, it was such a shock. It seems she had a blood clot and everything happened very quickly. I learnt later that she was being treated for varicose veins and I firmly believe that the treatment caused the clot that killed her.

Well Bob and I had to think of preparing to go to Young for her funeral. We went back and locked up the van, and tied up the tent we had acquired to store some of our goods in, and contacted our friends Peter and Eileen McDonnell and told them what had happened. Peter very kindly offered to milk and feed our cows for us, also feed the horses and calves, so we were very grateful. Things have certainly changed as you couldn't just leave your belongings these days as we did in 1948 just standing in the middle of a 10 acre block.

Anyway we set out for Young that night, drove half way and parked under a tree and slept until early the next morning when we drove into Young.

This was the first death I had had to cope with, and it was not easy. Mona and Ray (Mick) were quite young at this time, and as my parents were living apart, and they had been living with Mum it was very hard on them to have to make such big changes in their lives. Mick went to stay with the Majors, friends of the family for many years. He stayed there for a while and then went to live with my Sister Gwen. We brought Mona back to Bowral with us for a few weeks, and as she was keeping company with her future husband, Pat Dwyer she was anxious to get back to him at Young.

Well, life had to go on and we continued to improve our block. We worked very hard on it, planting lots of vegies etc. and Bob bought a Rotary Hoe to make the digging easier. He also did quite a bit of building and erected a large shed out of palings from the saw mill at Mittagong as they were the cheapest to buy. We moved a lot of our belongings into this and used to sleep in there. I can still remember we had quite a bit of trouble keeping the field mice out, this used to worry me then, and I still don't like mice.

After the War things were difficult for us to get started again, no money, and we had to start from scratch again, like a lot of others of our generation. You really have to go through what we did to fully understand how we felt. But as long as we were a family we could tackle anything together.

We eventually had a builder, Alf Stephens, erect a small dwelling on the block, consisting of one large room for sleeping, cooking and eating were done in a smaller one, and there was a bathroom and a laundry with a built in copper to boil our clothes in, as this took the place of our washing machines of to-day. The clothes were stirred from time to time with a thick stick like a broom handle, called very originally, a poker. After boiling, the clothes were put into cold water and rinsed, and then twisted and wrung out by hand.

We had lots of visitors come to stay with us in these early days. Gran and Pop, Dad and Gwen and Mick, and Mona and Pat spent the first night of their honeymoon in our caravan. We loved having them, but I hope they enjoyed it as much as we did as we had no mod. cons. I remember the visit Dad and Gwen made to us one time especially, and I know they still remember it too. They didn't let us know they were coming, perhaps they made up their minds fairly quickly, or then again perhaps wanted to surprise us. We had no phone so I suppose it was difficult.

However they came down by train and arrived in the middle of the night, and by all accounts they had quite a time getting there. They got off at Bowral station and didn't get a taxi as Dad insisted it was not far and he knew the way. After they had walked for some time in the dark looking for the place and couldn't find it , he decided to leave Gwen and her young daughter June who was only very young under a tree, and walk back to town for a taxi. They eventually arrived after much ado, but I don't think Gwen had much faith in Dad's directions after that.

Their second visit was even more eventful, and this time they had let us know they were coming. It was at night time again, and Bob and I and the kids went down to Bowral station to meet them. We were running a bit late and just got to the top of the bridge to go onto the platform, when the train sped through and didn't stop. We raced back to the car and decided to go on to Mittagong as felt sure they must have been getting off there. We looked on the station and no sign of them and were just about to leave when we saw Dad and Gwen and June coming from off the railway line. They later told us that Dad in his haste and confusion had opened a door on the wrong side of the train, and had jumped to the ground. Gwen said she didn't know how they did it as there was quite a drop from the train, and also a train had sped past them at the same time. I thank God for looking after them that night as there could quite easily have been a tragedy. We had a laugh over this latest episode at Dad's expense as he is well known through our family for taking wrong directions and getting lost. It's surprising really, as he has such a remarkable memory for everything else.

On looking back it seems such a lot happened when we were living at Bowral even though it was for a reasonably short time, about 16 months I'd say.

Gran and Pop were visitors at one time when a policeman came looking for Bob. He had the unhappy duty to tell us that Joyce McLean (nee Mote ) Bob's sister had died at her home at Forbes. She had had a haemorrhage and Ken, her husband had rung the ambulance. However it had been raining and when the ambulance was leaving with her it got bogged on the property and it was too late to do anything to help Joyce. It was such a shock to us and of course worse for Gran and Pop. This meant that Joyce's two small children Margaret and David were left without a Mother. Gran wanted to take the children but their Father naturally wanted to keep them near him and they all went to live with Ken's Mother, Mrs. Mclean at Homebush. I don't know about the others but Margaret confided much later that she was not very happy there. Joyce's body was brought to Yass and she was buried there. ( now with her Father and Mother )

On a happier note, when we got settled Robert started school at the Public School, at Bowral. It wasn't his first time at school as he attended the Public School at Yass when he was 5 years old. His first day I remember was quite eventful. Bob took him to school in the car well equipped with his play lunch, and was told that he would be picked up at dinner time to come home. Well I guess it was confusing for a 5 year old and he mistook lunch time for dinner time, and when no one called for him he decided to come home. I was really surprised when I saw him as we especially didn't want him to come across the Yass bridge by himself and it seemed this was just what he had done. He said no one called for him so he thought he'd better come home. I rang his teacher and Bob to tell them what had happened and as everything turned out O.K. we had a good laugh.

Robert had a much further distance to walk at Bowral, and Bob quite often took him in the car and picked him up after school. I remember one very worrying day for us all, we had a very bad storm just at the time when school came out in the afternoon. I was home with Jan who was only very young then, and I must confess I was pretty scared myself as the lightning struck our electricity meter box. Our main worry was Robert and Bob was out looking for him in the storm as he knew he had left school and was on his way home somewhere. Bob didn't find him, but Robert had a sad tale to tell when he got home. It seems Robert saw his Father but Bob didn't see him and each time Robert almost caught up to the car, Bob would drive off. This happened more than once and the poor kid had to come along in the storm by himself.

I didn't have many friends at Bowral, I suppose because I didn't go out much. Our houses weren't very close but I did make friends with Eileen McDonnell, Mrs. Morgan and Mrs. Marden.

Bob had made several men friends and used to be out most of the day either off buying or looking at cows or horses with a friend Jack McGrath, or doing pencilling for Lance Hill who was an auctioneer and owned a second hand furniture business in Bong Bong St. Bowral.

We had to get the Dr. for Jan and Robert quite late one night and having no phone this was quite an ordeal. They both started vomiting and diarrhea after having some fizzy drink, so we decided to get the Dr. after it went on for a while. Bob had to walk up through the paddocks to our closest neighbour to ask for the use of their phone, and I was certainly glad to see him return as I had my hands full with the two of them being sick. The Dr. eventually found us in the night and he wasn't much use to us when he did arrive as he had been drinking. He came back the next day and apologised to us, so all that we can hope for is that he learnt something that night too.

Money was pretty hard to get during our time at Bowral as Bob had no steady job and we had to start thinking seriously. We made a living from the sale of our calves and Bob's odd jobs but this was very small.

Out of the blue one day Bob said he was going to Goulburn to look around as was his custom to go off on his own when he wanted to make decisions. He went looking for a job and made some contacts and came home that night and said he had bought a house. I could hardly believe it , it had all happened so quickly. Not only that, he also had a job as buyer for the floor covering department at Charles Rogers big store in Auburn Street. He first got the job and then went to see Fergus Isaac the estate agent and he took Bob to see this house in Church Street Goulburn --- no.18 it was, and evidently it made an impression on Bob. We didn't have any money but this had never deterred us before, so he told the agent this and he agreed to arrange a loan for us. Bob took us up soon after to see this house, and the only thing I can say is that I was amazed when I saw it, and so were Jan and Robert I'm sure. I felt that it was much more than we could ever afford, and it seemed a dream to think that we were going to live in this beautiful new house after living in our caravan and the small dwelling we had been living in at Bowral. The house was built on a sloping block of land with many steps from the footpath up into the house, which was built up high with a workshop underneath, and curved spiral steps up to the front door and the balcony. It was painted white and looked quite impressive. It did to me anyway, and by the reaction from the rest of the family who came to visit us, I would say they felt the same. Another point in it's favour was that it was so close to town, being situated behind the Anglican St. Saviour's Cathedral Sunday School. The one and only time where I lived so close to town that I could walk to do my shopping. It was great.

Well we had to go back to Bowral and try to sell our 10 acres of land and our small home and the caravan. We didn't own much furniture so that was no problem but we also had our cows and horses to find homes for.

It didn't take long to sell our goods and land. The house and land was sold to the health inspector of that time whose name was Mr. Turland.

Well we moved into our new home, we didn't have much furniture but it didn't take us long to get the essentials together for the house ---- new carpet all through, dining and kitchen suites, and of course some beds. We had to make do with just the main things but we were happy. We were anxious to get into the garden and straighten things up, and we definitely felt it was a step up the ladder for us.

In November 1949 Bob had just bought a new Vanguard car from Harold Heat's garage. While having it serviced Bob was talking to a Frenchman, Marcel Auger that was working there. He was a very worried man as his girl friend was on her way out from France, and he had no accommodation prepared for her. The alternative was in the dormitory where he lived with 20 men. Bob feeling sorry for him said he might be able to find somewhere suitable for her, so he came and asked me would it be all right to take her in as a boarder, and after much discussion we agreed to do it. Bob went and asked Marcel would he like to come and inspect the room to see if it was suitable. From all accounts later on he couldn't believe his good luck, it was beyond his wildest dreams. When Marie arrived she thought Marcel was having a joke with her, as she thought she was going to the dormitory. We became good friends, and they eventually had a house built by Mr. Bissaker in Robinson St. Goulburn. They were there for about 4 years until they went to Belmont to open a business.

Being so close to town and also the Bourke Street School, Robert was able to walk and also came home for lunch. It wasn't long before Jan was old enough to start school also, so the two of them used to go off together. This didn't happen the first day though ---- as with most children they don't like the first day, and poor Jan really clung to me crying. I felt dreadful leaving her but the teacher was there and urged me to go, as I knew I must. She soon settled down. Robert stayed at the school until he finished his schooling with a good pass. Jan had a few years there but in the meantime Bob and I had decided to send her as a day pupil to the Presbyterian Ladies' college also at Goulburn. She had quite a few years there and I think she enjoyed it and made some nice friends.

We were happy in our new home but money as usual was not plentiful so we decided to do some upholstery on the side to help us along. Remember we had done some upholstery and loose covers at Yass so we had had some experience. We kept this up for some time until we decided for Bob to leave Rogers and do it full time. Bob used to do the cutting out, and I would pin and sew ready for Bob to upholster chairs and lounges etc. and we were also doing loose covers.

We were finding the house payments a bit too much to handle so Bob decided to put the house on the market for sale and to move into a cheaper one that he saw in Elizabeth Street Goulburn, no.28. I wasn't too keen as I liked where we were and this other one was a cement house with cement floors, and further out of town. Anyway an Insurance Agent came to look at our Church Street house one day and decided to buy it so that was that. Bob always says that he was more interested in me than the house but I don't know about that
It didn't take us long to move our belongings, I think the first night we slept on the floor. That night Jan became ill, and it turned out that she had the mumps and then Robert got them and then I had to go to bed with them. Not a very good beginning
It took us a while to organise the place, we didn't have very much furniture and no money to buy very much but we made ourselves comfortable and continued with the upholstery to make our living. The worst part was that we didn't have any storage space, no garage, or sheds, and we had things stacked right up to the back porch, and I had to do the sewing in the house, which always had to be cleaned up when I finished each day. In between doing the upholstery we had to form our gardens and lawns and even though I say it myself, we had a very good garden.

Bob used to take Jan and Robert to school and quite often, in fact nearly every day was there to bring them home again, so they rarely walked the full distance. Jan started at P.L.C. soon after we moved and she was there until she finished her schooling. Each year they had an end of year concert and I made her costume for that, an old world frock with hooped skirt, plenty of work. I don't know how I found the time as I had plenty of sewing to do with loose covers etc. and then we took on making seat covers for cars. The customer left his car with us for the day---- we made the covers and fitted them, and he picked up the car all completed in the evening. We certainly worked hard. Bob would sometimes go to Crookwell or to a customer's home in the country and cover a lounge suite and drive home again in the day.

Eventually we had a garage built which gave us storage and a place to do my sewing and things became easier.

After some years doing this, I can't explain how it came about, but we decided to open a Pet Shop in Auburn Street Goulburn. We all loved animals and we had so many birds, chickens and always a dog. Our backyard at Goulburn was made into a very large aviary. My Dad and Bob spent many hours erecting frame work and enclosing the whole area in bird wire. We had small finches and many varieties of birds, pheasants, and a peacock. Inside our home we had a very large fish tank with many species of fish. I think all this and the fact that we always seemed to have people coming to look at our animals inspired us to open the shop. After this we always had a supply of young puppies, and Jan and Robert were always keen to help out. They helped out in the shop a lot too but no one liked cleaning bird cages. Bob had a girl to help him in the shop and I continued with the loose covers. However when we decided to go to Canberra the shop was closed and after so many years sewing I was ready to give up the loose covers. I can honestly say that we never ever had a complaint with our work, but when we said we were not taking any more work a lot of people were not happy with us. One Dr's wife practically abused me. In fact when we moved to Canberra some customers brought their chairs up to us, and we did a few but we had to put a stop to it.

It was in 1954 near dark, when we received a phone call from Dr. Holmes at Yass to say Gran ( Bob's mother) was very ill and to come at once. She had had a cerebral haemorrhage while ironing, and Pop was sick in bed. We left for Yass as soon as possible and arrived not long before Hilda ( Gran's sister) and Alf I'Anson. Gran died that night and it was a shock to all of us. She was buried in the Yass cemetery with Joyce, her daughter. For a few weeks after Pop stayed at Yass and got his meals from Mrs. Johnson who lived next door, but we could see that he couldn't manage on his own, so we made arrangements for him to come to Goulburn and live with us. Pop went back to Yass one day on the train and sold his house lock stock and barrel with a lot of Gran's personal things still there. Our big mistake letting him go alone.

It worked all right for a while but then Pop became restless and used to spend a lot of time down town where he met Lillian Burgess, a widow that Pop had known some years before at Yass. It wasn't long before he was talking marriage plans( no doubt suggested by Lillian ) and they were married in St. Saviours Church of England Cathedral. Lillian took charge as soon as they were married and she kept Pop under her thumb and she didn't like him coming to visit us without her. They only had a few years together and Pop became sick and died in the Goulburn hospital in 1960 aged 72. He was buried at Yass with his first wife ( Gran ) and their daughter Joyce.

Pop was not a business man and always depended on Gran to make the decisions.

He left his finances ( not as he had wanted ) as he didn't understand the law of making a new will with a new marriage, so therefore instead of Bob being his beneficiary as stated in the will he had made and thought was still valid, everything was divided between Lillian, Bob, and Margaret and David McLean, who were Joyce's children.( Joyce being Bob's deceased sister.)

It was about this time that Robert left school and was deciding on what he was going to do as regards work. He decided to go into the Public Service, so Bob took him to Sydney for an interview. The man in Sydney asked where we lived and on finding we were at Goulburn suggested that Canberra would be the better place for Robert to apply, and mentioned that promotions were also easier to come by at Canberra. Bob and Robert took his advice and it wasn't long before we were bringing him up to start work. He managed to get board with a young married couple Bev and Lex. Bev was a Rumble, a well known family here at Canberra, and Robert seemed happy enough with them, but I remember I wasn't feeling too happy the day we dropped him there with strangers and drove off back to Goulburn. I think I cried all the way. Nearly every weekend Robert would come home and bring his washing, if it wasn't on the train he used to get a lift with someone from work who was driving through to Sydney. Then one day Bob came home with the bright idea of Robert buying a car, and Robert didn't need any persuasion when his father rang up and asked him if he wanted to buy one. So it wasn't long before he was making his own way backwards and forwards to and from Canberra. We still see Bev. sometimes even though the years have gone by and we have a talk.

Next it was Jan who decided she had had enough school and she was keen to work in a pharmacy, so I went with her to see Ken Allison who owned a chemist shop and he agreed to employ her and I know she enjoyed her time in Goulburn working with the happy group of girls that he had. I think Ken was quite satisfied too and always spoke well of Jan.

For some extra income we took in more boarders, Jan heard of two school teachers needing accommodation, Margaret and Marie. They stayed with us until they could find something permanent. Bob was then approached by the bank manager one day to take in one of his tellers, Ralph Muggleton until the bank found his accommodation.

Jan used to attend the Presbyterian Church at Goulburn and joined the bagpipe group there. One day Jan came home and asked if it would be all right if we had 2 girls from the bagpipe band from South Australia to stay with us for the weekend. It was Lilac Time, and we said it would be O.K. Another of her activities was ballroom dancing and I feel she could have made a name for herself in this field but we moved to Canberra and she didn't continue with her lessons up here. However in the last competition before she left she did recieve a Silver Medal.

Just around 1962 Bob was getting restless again and was thinking of moving to Canberra, I guess we were thinking that we would be near Robert. In the local paper we saw that there were positions advertised for jobs at Marcus Clarkes in Canberra. Canberra was just starting to really develop and building was going on everywhere and Marcus Clarkes was a new store opening up in a new Canberra shopping mall. Bob and I decided to ring and find out about the position for manager of the soft furnishing department, as Bob was quite experienced in this field. This we did, and the interviewer came up to our home to talk to us and it wasn't long before we heard that the job was Bob's if he wanted it. The decision was made to accept it, and now we turned our attention to something for Jan, and she applied and was accepted for the cosmetic department.

This meant that our house was now on the market for sale. We needn't have worried as the first people who saw it, bought it, and we firmly believe that our lovely garden went a long way towards selling it. We were sorry to leave in one way as we loved our garden and had just had a nice new stove installed in the kitchen.

In 1962 we came to Canberra looking for a house and as usual with not a great deal of money. At that time Canberra was just starting to develop and there wasn't a great choice of new homes, however, we looked around and settled on a 3 bedroom house made of brick with a tile roof at 118 Phillip Avenue, Downer. It was an exciting time again for us, making a new start, furnishing a new home, creating a new garden, but best of all we were closer to Robert again and we were a family once more.

Before we finally moved to Canberra, Bob was to go to Sydney to learn the Marcus Clarke way of running business, and was required to do this for some weeks, so instead of staying overnight in Sydney he used to catch the early morning train and come home on the late evening train to Goulburn. I enjoyed quite a bit of driving for this period as I drove him to the station and collected him each day, and also drove Jan to and from work at Allison's chemist shop.

Grandma Mutch came and stayed with us for a few days around this time and it was lovely to see her again as we didn't get to Cootamundra often to see her. She was on her way to Sydney to stay with her son John who was in the fire brigade in Sydney, so she travelled down with Bob on the train one morning and I believe they had a good old talk on the way. Grandma confided in Bob and told him a lot of what happened in her life. We didn't see her again as she died in Sydney. Grandma was a lovely person, so wise and calm and loving. I have regrets that as I got older (meaning in my teenage years when Bob and I used to drive around ) that we didn't take a drive to Cootamundra where she lived to see her more often.

Anyway the day came for us to leave Goulburn and we hired Pollard's removals and we left 28 Elizabeth Street. Canberra when we came here in 1962 was a very different place to what it is to-day. There was no lake, no Commonwealth Bridge. Robert has photos to show the making of these, the before and after shots, and of course the building of many suburbs has just grown and grown, with their individual shopping centres and scho 
Aspland, Audrey Mavis (I4)

Memorial Service
Late Private [sic] W.T. Fisher

There was a large congregation at the Camperdown Methodist Church on Sunday evening last, when the Rev. T. Pollard James preached a sermon in memory of the late Sergeant W T Fisher. Many of the members of the I.O.R., in which organisation the deceased soldier was prominent and had held all the chief offices, were present. A special anthem was sung by the choir. The front of the pulpit was draped with the Union Jack. The service was a most impressive one.
During the course of his remarks the Rev James said:
"One of the June Quarterly tickets that I wrote with pride from the members roll of this church recently was that of our dear and now sainted hero, Sergeant W T Fisher, AIF. Our dear brother enlisted 3 years ago, July 1915, and had a long period of strenuous service with the Australian Army, first in Egypt and more particularly in France. He was born in Grasmere 29 years ago, but resided in Camperdown nearly all his life. He made heroic sacrifice, how great none can tell save those who have left a devoted wife, father, mother and young children, such as he, to fight the good fight. The amiable and sterling qualities which endeared him not only to his nearest and dearest, but to all who knew him, also caused a wounded Geelong boy to say 'we never knew a sergeant like him.' He by these manly qualities soon won deserved promotion at the front, and he has lived up to the noblest ideals of an Australian soldier and a Britisher. Wounded two years ago he made a rapid recovery and returned again to the firing line, and made with his brothers, wife and parents, a noble contribution to the cause of freedom. We commend his dear ones to the Heavenly Father, Who now has him in His keeping, another star shining in his Redeemer's crown." 
Fisher, Sergeant William Thomas (I215)

MEMORIAL SERVICE -It is not often a minister is called upon to hold a double memorial service, but on Sunday evening last this solemn duty devolved on the Rev. H. J. Cock, who conducted a special service in memory of Mr John Gaylard and Mrs Hannah Farndale, two old and respected members of the Wesleyan Church.
The rev. gentleman based his sermon on the words "The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law." But thanks be to God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ " (I Corinthians XV. 56.57.) He commenced by relating the parable of the angel of sleep and the angel of death in illustration of the universally natural aversion in man to death. We welcome sleep, and are to glad to have our senses locked in its sweet and refreshing embrace. But with what hated breath we speak to death. There were all around them the signs and emblems of mourning, many of those present having known what bereavement was. He would like to ask them how it was that such a horror centres in and around the dying hour? St. Paul gave us the explanation where he says "the sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law." Another cause was that in death we cease to be, Everything clings most tenaciously to life: man as well as the brute creation. Then again death separates bcdy and soul, after having been closely linked or welded together, for say 70 years. There is also the fear of ceasing to be, the fear that death will blot out our existence for ever. But faith looks beyond, to that home prepared for the soul. Loved ones may minister to us in the dying hour, they may go down to the very verge of the grave, and we may hear them say the last fond good-bye, the last fond farewell, yet we must all pass out of this world in utter loneliness, that is, to the soul out of Christ. The apostle, while not ex cluding these causes of pain and anguish from the dying hour, lays stress on the fact that the sting of death is sin, and, as Shakespeare says " Conscience makes cowards of us all." In that hour how many sins crowd in upon us, and we feel terror stricken at going out into eternity and meeting God, if he is not our friend. Innocence is not afraid to die, but guilt always is. The little babe is not afraid to die, and had we re tained the innocence of early life, we should not be afraid, but the angel passed out of man and the devil came in. It was no wonder that man was afraid to be called to the bar of God's judgement remembering how often he had broken His law. Turning from the dark side of the picture he drew the attention of his hearers to the bright side, as contained in Paul's words " But thanks be unto God which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ." Fear of death may be conquered in many ways. There was a certain amount of steel and iron in man, by which he could nerve himself for the trying ordeal, as was often the case with the infidel, the scoffer, and the world ling. It was said that Jay Gould died calmly and peace fully, but of a man who had lived such a life as he had it might well be said " Ephraim is joined to idols; let him alone." Jay Gould had made gold his God, and bent all his energies in acquiring wealth ; so God let him alone, and he who com menced life by selling mouse-traps died worth ?14,000,000. God giveth us the victory in overcoming the sins thatoppresses our lives. Thechristian had the victory over death, and in a joyful resurrection ; and also had a final victory at the bar of God. Thus there was the victory of pardon, of sin, of the broken law, of death and the resurrection, and then the passing in to the eternal home. Of the two whose memory he would bring to their remembrance that night, and who had worshipped with them in past times, they had passed in to their reward. He then proceeded to read an obituary notice of each of the departed, of which the following is a summary :
John Gaylard was born on the 10th August, 1818, in Martick, England, and came to Australia, landing in Adelaide in 1853. In the following year he came over to Victoria, and almost immediately settled in Colac, where he continued to reside until his death. In 1842, eleven years before leaving England, he was married to Mliss Emma Locock, on his 24th birthday. Being a man of modest gifts he never took a -prominent part in church work or secular matters. His christian life was a very quiet, retired one, though he was always ready to talk about spiritual things, and was a constant attendant at the Sabbath services. His last illness was an exceedingly painful one, but in the midst of all the joy of the Lord was his strength. The Lord was with himin the fiery furnace, and his testi mony to the supporting grace of God was most satisfactory. His last in telligent communication was a requ s! made to his daughter to sing the hymns " Down at the Cross," and "My God I am Thine," and to read the 14th chapter of St John's gospel. Shortly afterwards he fell into a comatose state, and lingered for two or three . days until Wednesday, Nov 9th, when he fell asleep in Jesus.
Hannah, relict of the late Mathew Farndale was born in Slights, York shire, England on the 11th October 1807. She was married in 1828, and in 1853 accompanied her husband to to this colony, providence directing their steps into the Colac district. Here their children grew to manhood and womanhood; here their grand children climbed their grandsire's knee "the envied kiss to share," and here too the aged grandparents saw and blessed the children of the fourth generation. About eight years ago the fond husband, on whose strong arm the wife had leaned, and in whose love she had dwelt for 56 years was taken from her side to the higher life and service of heaven. The loneliness of widowhood has been greatly cheered by the presence sympathy, and loving kindness of her children. Not quite three years ago the sad affliction of blindness rendered her life yet sadder still, and the present being shut out from view, she naturally lingered on the past, to her so full of love and happiness. When a girl she was associated with the Church of England, but before her marriage she joined as a member of the Wesleyan Methodist Church, and during her long life remained a most consistent loyal member of the church. Though ailing for a long time past the end came rather un expectedly on Friday, December 9th. How bright the vision that suddenly burst upon her gaze. Now she sees the King in His beauty. Those darkened orbs are now feasting in delight on Him who is the fairest among ten thousand and altogether lovely.

Thompson, Hannah (I70)

Methodist Kindergarten Hall.


For years past the Methodists of Young have felt the need of increased accommodation for their Sunday School, particularly the Infant sec- tion which has been crowded into the vestry at the rear of the Epworih Hall. The effort to secure more suitable and adequate premises for the Kindergarten has now culminated in the erection of a new hall at the rear of the Church, which is to be opened by Miss Hilda Wales, the Su- perintendent of the Kindergarten De- partment of the School. After pre- liminary addresses and a song by the Tinies themselves Miss Wales will turn the key und invite the audience to inspect the new hall, after which the company will pass through the hall into the church where the Dedi- cation Service will be conducted by Rev. L. Peacock.

At 8 o'clock In the evening a com- plementary to Rev. L. Peacock will take the form of a conversazione in the Epworth hall and will enable his old friends to meet him and each other for a social hour.
Wales, Hilda Ruth (I200)

Midsummer Quarter Sessions 1823
Entry Number: 576
Name: Susannah Smith
Age: 21
Height: 4 feet 11 1/2 inches
Complexion: Fair
Hair: Light
Eyes: Grey
Born: Bristol
Trade: Servant
Brought into custody: 4 July 1823
Commited When: w Clark Esq 1 April 1823
Offence Charged: Stealing a silver watch, value 50/- the property of William Harthale 
Smith, Susannah (I35761)

Mittagong, Sunday. A serious accident happened at Mittagong last evening about 11 o'clock to Mr. J. Alt, Stationmaster at Colovale. Mr. Alt was boarding a goods train to go to Colovale and it is supposed that he slipped and fell on the rails. The trucks passed over his legs. The injured man was at once conveyed to the Berrima District Hospital, where the amputation of both legs was deemed necessary. Doubts are entertained of his recovery.  
Alt, James (I46)

Mr. 'Bert' Sheather.

Gundagai's 'handy man,' Mr. Albert Thomas Milne Sheather, has gone tbe way of all flesh, and his early demise will be genuinely re gretted by many outside his own kith and kin. He died on Saturday from an attack of pneumonic influenza at the local emergency hospital, where he was admitted only a week previously. In 1915 deceased enlisted in the 56th battalion of the A.I.F., and after spending a brief period in the training camp at Cootamundra was drafted to Egypt and afterwards to England. He was invalided home in 1918, and it is thought the severe bout of ill ness through which he passed while on active service had its telling effects against him being able to successfully fight against the illness tbat brought about his death. 'Bert,' as he was familiarly known, was a man of many parts -- in fact he could do anything from the weaving and casting of a fishing net to the building of a vehicle, or even a house, and those whose privilege it was to employ him never had any cause to regret it. Deceased, who was 42 years of age, was the youngest son of Mr. Fred. Sheather, a hardy old pioneer who survives him, and three brothers (Messrs. Alfred, George and Fred. Sheather) and two sisters (Mrs. Cooke and Mrs. Podmore) are also left. Deceased was accorded a military funeral, the remains being laid to rest in the C. of E. portion of the North Gundagai cemetery on Sunday morning. The Rev. H. F. Champion officiated at the grave side, while the returned men were in charge of Lieut. Fisher, the pall bearers being Gnr. A. Hunt and Ptes. C. Weekes, H. Hardwick and W. Bale. Matron Brown, who also attended, was attached to deceased's battalion in the Red Cross army abroad.
Sheather, Albert Thomas Milham (I21232)

MR. A. Mathieson - Death at Carrington.
Veteran Mine manager

Mr. Alexander Mathieson,Father of Mr James Mathieson, Manager of the Bellbird Colliery, died last night at his home in Carrington, where he had lived since his retirement from the service of the Hetton Coal Company.

Mr Mathieson was a native of Lanark (Scotland) where he was born on September 22 1844. At the age of 8 years he began to learn weaving in his native town. His parents, following the example of so many others, decided to try for their fortunes in the new land, Australia, of which much was heard that was favourable, and the family sailed in a vessel named the Albatross arriving in Melbourne in 1855.

They continued on to Sydney, and then to Newcastle where Alexander who was one of four sons secured employment. His ------------ in the field of mining was most successful. Mathieson in chatting over his experiences gave an interesting record of his many impressions of the Newcastle district. He produced a manuscript record every entry in which was his own, denoting the thoroughness with which he attended to business and to it's details. One entry reads "A Mathieson started work for J & A Brown 1865 (or 1863?)"This was followed by a statement of his employment with the Coal & Copper Co., with which he was associated until September 29 1863 Worked for them for eight years six months. Another entry was "Started work for the A.A. Company September 30 1863. Worked for A.A. Co 12 years four months two days." Then there was a third entry showing that he started work for the Newcastle Coalmining Co on February 3rd 1876 for which he worked nine years six months 17 days.

Mr Mathieson's association with the Hetton Coal co was explained by the following characteristic statement "Started work for the Hetton Coal Co September 21 1885 last pay I was paid at the colliery Nov 17 1917 when I was retiring on a pension. Employed by the Hetton Coal Co for 32 years one month six days. Last day coal was hauled for shipment at colliery April 15 1915".

Searching through the book and reflecting on the contents the veteran manager ran his index finger through other entries several of which were copied. "Contractor for 'A' pit H Walker depth 252 ft first coal put into wagons april 3rd 1888 Cost of sinking 'A' pit ?10, 255/14/6 " 'B' pit 271 ft started to put out coal April 3 1888 cost of sinking ?5630/2/8.

Mr Mathieson did not believe that Hetton was worked out when the decision was reached to close the mine. "At that time" he said "We had an output of 100,000 tons of coal a year, and without driving another yard in the headings there was four years' coal ready for winning."

Although almost the entire operations of this historic colliery were carried on 240 ft beneath the ocean and harbour waters, it was drained so well that the pit horses were kept below, the actual location of the stables being in a portion of the colliery that was in a line beneath the track of shipping.

When the adjoining Stockton Colliery was closed the Government gave Mr Mathieson's company the right to continue, provided that the water in the disused pit was kept down to 100ft or 120ft. To accomplish this it was found necessary to bore through 240ft of coal and then instal a pump which was connected to the Hetton company's standard. In this way the water was kept effectively under control. There was always a ready market for Hetton coal, interstate and overseas.

Mr Mathieson lived to see Carrington grow into a big suburb with upwards of 3000 population. When he knew it first it was nearly all swamp and sand with but a few scattered buildings. His services in connection with the survey and layout of Carrington were placed on record by the council of that municipality.

Mr Mathieson enjoyed for years the friendship of Mr James Fletcher "We were great friends" he said when he recounted some of the stirring incidents in the political fights of Newcastle of 50 years ago. "I knew James Fletcher when he was 'on the coal.' He was in the New South Wales Parliament for many years and became Minister for Mines." Mr James Curley, the Secretary of the Miner's Union and Mr William Davies one of the first presidents, Mr Mathieson always expressed the warmest regards for both, were, he said, very straight. There was never any trouble with them.

The under manager at Hetton was Mr. J Welford , who with other acquaintances of the past, had since died. Mr Mathieson was one of the original members of the Newcastle Hospital Board. Mrs Mathieson died several years ago. In addition to the son who is manager of the Bellbird Colliery (Cessnock) there are two other sons Messrs William and John Mathieson both of whom are well known in the Newcastle district.

The funeral is announced to leave St Andrew's Presbyterian Church tomorrow afternoon for the Sandgate Cemetery
Mathieson, Alexander (I512)

Mr. Albert E. Sheather

A former well known resident of Grong Grong, Mr. Albert Ernest Sheather, of Leeton, died at Leeton on Thursday last, aged 69 years.

Mr. Sheather was born at Gundagai, and was a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. William Sheather, very early residents of Gundagai. When he was very young his parents moved to Matong (or Boggy Creek, as it was then known). Later they moved to Warri, near Ardlethan, but eventually they settled on a small property at Grong Grong and remained there until their deaths.

Mr. Bert Sheather spent many years on his property, 'Oakvale,' Grong Grong, which he disposed of only about six months ago. He and Mrs. Sheather and their son Reg, ('Mick') then moved to Leeton, where they acquired a mixed business in Kurrajong Avenue. It was here where Mr. Sheather was residing when he passed away.

There was no keener supporter of the Grong Grong Football Club than Mr. Sheather. Among other organisations in which he was keenly interested was the Farmers and Settlers' Association. He was a good neighbour and had many friends in the Grong Grong district, where he spent almost a life time.

He married Miss Margaret Molloy, a daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Molloy, who were early residents of Grong Grong.

Besides his wife, he is survived by three sons and three daughter, viz.. Messrs. Bert Sheather (Nyngan), Jack Sheather (Narrandcra), and Reg ('Mick') Sheather (Leeton), Myrtle (Mrs. Jim Murphy, near Sydney), Linda (Mrs. Phil Prowse, Kew, North Coast), Mary (Mrs. J. Burt, Leeton). Two daughters (Vio let and Elsie) predeceased him.

Also surviving him are one brothers (Mr. Wally Sheather, Grong Grong), and two sisters, Ada (Mrs. Melrose Hanson, Narrandera) and Elsie (Mrs. E. Kite, Tamworth).

The remains were taken to Grong Grong for interment in the Church of England section of that cemetery. The Rev. Blaxell, of Ganmain, officiated at the Graveside. The bearers were Messrs. W. Sheather (brother), Bert and Jack Sheather (sons), and Jack Molloy (brother-in-law).
Sheather, Albert Ernest (I21795)


Mr. Benjamin Sheather, a Lansdowne pioneer, died, after a long illness, aged 72 years. He is survived by a widow, 10 children, and 37 grandchildren.
Sheather, Benjamin (I14831)


Mr. Charles Sheather, who died at North Sydney on Tuesday, aged 88 years, was the eldest son of Mr. James Sheather, and was born at Camden Park. His father arrived in Sydney from England in 1840, under engagement to Captain James Macarthur, of Camden Park. Mr. Sheather was in business in Camden and Mittagong, and became the owner of the Coach and Horses Hotel, a well-known hostelry in the coaching days. He took an active part in the civic life of Mittagong, and was one of the aldermen elected to the first council. He retired from business in 1903, and settled in Sydney. His wife died in 1912. He is survived by five sons-Messrs. Frederick, P. B., Charles, Leslie, and Walter Sheather and one daughter-Mrs. J. McGrath.

The funeral, which was largely attended, took place yesterday afternoon, at the Gore Hill Cemetery, after a short service at Wood Coffill's chapel.

Sheather, Charles (I6777)


Mr. Charles Sheather, who died at North Sydney on Tuesday, aged 88 years, was well known in this district, having resided at Mittagong for some years. He was the eldest son of Mr. James Sheather, and was born at Camden Park. Mr. Sheather was in business in Camden and Mittagong, and became the owner of the Coach and Horses Hotel, a well-known hos telry in the coaching days. He took an active part in the civic life of Mittagong, and was one of the alder men elected to the first Council. He retired from business in 1903, and settled in Sydney. His wife died in 1912. He is survived by five sons - Messrs. Frederick. P. B., Charles, Leslie, and Walter Sheather - and one daughter- Mrs. J. McGrath. One of the sons, Mr. Fred Sheather, who is at present Town Clerk at Campbell town, was one-time on the staff of The Mail.
Sheather, Charles (I6777)


The late Mr. Sheather was born at Gundagai 81 years ago and had lived at Kingsdale before moving to Tallong to reside about nine years ago.

He had been employed at the quarry only six weeks, working at timber establishments at Tallong in previous years.

A member of the V.D.C. at Tallong Mr. Sheather was well known and highly respected throughout the district.

He is survived by his wife and five children, Clarence (10 years), Leonard (8), Lurline (6), Valda (4) and Ken- neth, aged nine months. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. C. Shea- there, and two sisters, Rita and Joan, reside at East Goulburn. Two brothers, Charles (A.I.F.) and William (Tallong), are also living.
Sheather, George Frederick Charles (I30017)

Mr. George A. Sheather

The death occurred under sudden circumstances of a well-known and respected resident of Grong Grong at his home last Thursday, in the person of Mr. George A. Sheathcr. Mr. Sheather had not been in good health of late, but his end came unexpectedly. He was 59 years of age.

Mr. Sheather was a native of Matong, and therefore resided in the district all his life. He was a drover and his trips with stock look him to many parts of the State.

He was a son of the late Mr. and Mrs. William Sheather.

He was married twice. His first wife, formerly Miss Pearl Fielding, whom he married at Grong Grong, predeceased him some years ago.

Some time after the death of his first wife he married Miss Janetta May Barber, at Grong Grong, and he is survived by her.

Deceased is also survived by two sons and six daughters of the first marriage, and four sons and three daughters of the second marriage.

The sons of the first marriage are George (Narandera) and Leslie (Culcairn); and the daughters are Rose (Mrs. Bert Mohr, Mildura), Daisy (Mrs. Liddicoat, Merbein), Mary (Mrs. Bob Dale, Shepparton), June (Mrs. Didini, Ganmain). Joan (Narandera District Hospital staff), Ada (Mrs. Ron Hahne, Narandera). The sons of the second marriage are Thomas, James, Ernest, and Roy (Grong Grong), and the daughter's are Eileen, Doris, and Stella.

Brothers are Messrs. Bert and Wally Sheather of Grong Grong; and sisters are Ada (Mrs. A. E. Smith, Balmain, formerly of Merrylands, Grong Grong); and Elsie (Mrs E. Kite, Toothdale, Bega).

The funeral took place on Friday last, the cortege leaving the Church of England, Grong Grong, for the Grong Grong cemetery.

The Rev. Tassall of Ganmain, officiated at the church and also at the graveside.

The bearers were Messrs. Jim Fisher, Joe Rava, Bob Stewart, Reg and Eric Guymer, and G. Butler.

Watkins Bros., Narandera had charge of the funeral arrangements.
Sheather, George A (I18012)


The funeral of Mr. James Alfred Sheather, of The Rock, will take place to-day, leaving the Church of England, The Rock, at 2.30 p.m. for interment in The Rock cemetery.
Sheather, James Alfred (I21796)


There is no more interesting personality in the Postal Service than Mr. James Alt, Semi-Official P.M. at Bowning, who celebrated his 70th birthday on the 12th of last month. He joined the railway service in 1879 at Yass Junction, and the following year was promoted to the position of night officer, in which capacity he relieved at Picton, Mittagong, Balmoral, Wingello and Store Creek.
In 1885 Mr. Alt became officer-in-charge at Hilltop, near Mittagong, and a year later, whilst occupying this position, he fell from a moving train, the injuries sustained resulting in the loss of both legs and his retirement from the railway service.
In 1907 Mr. Alt accepted appointment as P.M. at Bowning, at that time a busy centre, all material for Burrinjuck Dam being unloaded there. The Kangiara mines were also working, so that the local Post Office was taxed to capacity. Later on when the Southern line was being duplicated, the population of the town increased by 500. During all this time Mr. Alt was giving great service to the public, but probably his finest effort was on the morning of July 11, 1933, when at a point just to the rear of the Post Office, the "down' Albury Mail, conveying about 200 passengers, overturned and was partially wrecked.
Mr. Alt was called at 4.30 am, and with the assistance of his niece, Miss M. Aylen, set about the task of disposing of telegraph and telephone business, and so they worked, without breakfast, until 1 pm, and even their luncheon period was disturbed in the public interest.
In spite of his great physical limitations, Mr. Alt always welcomes one with a smile. He is courteous to the public, amongst whom he has many friends. Mr. Alt has never had one day off owing to illness during his term as P.M. at Bowning. He describes his las annual holiday as being "great" and is looking forward earnestly to his next year's leave. It is worth while calling in at Bowning Office any time to see a man who has not let his physical loss interfere with his personality.
Mr. Alt qualified in telegraphy 55 years ago, so that many H.O. telegraphists who work with Bowning will appreciate that they are working with a man whose experience in the art extends over half a century.
Alt, James (I46)


The death occurred at the Wagga Base Hospital yesterday morning of a well-known resident of Gundagal and district, Mr, Ridley Walter Sheather, of Hanley Street, Gundagai, at the age of 57 years. Mr. Sheather was seriously injured when thrown from his horse earlier this week. He is survived by his widow, of Gundagai; two sons, Messrs. Irving, W. Sheather of South Gundagai, and Lawrence Sheather of Gundagai, and two daughters, Mrs. James Smith of South Gundagai, and Mrs. C. Manns of Gundagai. The funeral will take place this morning, the cortege moving from the Gundagai Church of England at 11.30 for the Gundagai cemetery.
Sheather, Ridley Walter (I21834)


Mr. Sheather's birthplace was Sussex, England. In 1838 he left England with his father and mother, and three brothers and four sisters, and came out to this country, in the 'Royal George' -- a vessel chartered by Mr. Wm. Macleay and Sir James Macarthur. In April, 1839, he landed at Redbank (only a few yards lower down on the banks of the Parramatta River than where he subsequently made his picturesque home) -- and near where the Sandown Meatworks now stands. He went to Camden Park from Parramatta, the party being accommodated in waggons, which were 24 hours on the journey. After eight years' gardening at Camden Park, during which time he learned much, in regard to the Australian climate and productiveness, as he afterwards freely confessed, under the hints of Sir William Macarthur, he left Camden Park. He was at Mr. Henry Watson Parker's establishment, at Elizabeth Farm, for three years. It was then that he met his wife (then Miss Annie Bellamy, a young lady belonging to Pen- nant Hills). Mr. Sheather was after wards at Mr. George Oakes' place, New lands, (near Mr. Fairclough's present re- sidence). The gardener there when Mr. Sheather was at Mr. H. W. Parker's was Mr. Brown, the first to graft the orange on lemons stock - as Mr. Sheather always claimed - and a smart man generally. Mr. Brown was scalded to death in an accident. Mr. Sheather took his place, and stayed there two years. About that time Mr. Sheather got married; and he lived in George-street, Parramatta. Subsequently he took up three acres at Camellia Grove, as he called the spot just at the bend of the river before Subiaco is reached from Parramatta. The young settler started growing vegetables, though the demand for that commodity was very limited, till the diggings broke out. Then things began to improve all round. As much as ten shillings would be given at that time for a cwt. of cabbage -- some- times ten cabbages making up that weight. Mr. Sheather then took to the nursery business proper, and in those early days we are now speaking of the Sixties things were brisk in that line. He received as much as 6s for a single orange tree, and ?6 and ?6 6s per hundred often. Mr. Sheather was a man of quiet temperament, and retiring disposition; and did not mix up very much in public matters. Three of his children predeceased him, one daughter -- a popular local young lady -- dying only a few years ago.
Sheather, Silas Charles (I6721)

Mrs E C Sheather of Flett Street, Taree, who is 81 years of age, recently returned from a visit to Melbourne, on which she was accompanied by Mr Murray Voce of Taree. After a 3000 mile trip she came home as if it was nothing, despite her years. She had since gone to Hannam Vale district to see her daughter and from there she went to Port Macquarie, and returned to Taree on Thursday. She is the mother of 11 sons and daughters and many grandchildren 
Minett, Eliza Charlotte (I14841)


The sudden death occurred at her home at Back Station Creek on Tuesday last of Mrs. Olive Sheather, wife of Mr. Albert Sheather. The suddenness of Mrs. Sheather's death not only shocked the community of Back Creek but the whole of the district where she was well and favorably known. The deceased passed away shortly after 1.30 a.m. on Tuesday. At that time she announced her intention of listening to the news over the wireless and when she did not arise from bed her husband enquired if she intended to put on the radio, and much to his alarm he discovered his wife in the throes of a heart attack. Help was summoned immediately, but in the few brief moments the deceased had breathed her last. A member of the Smart family of Nangus, the late Mrs. Sheather had resided in the Gundagai district all her life. She leaves a widower and a family of eight, Mrs. Reg. Murray (South Gundagai), Mrs. McEwen (Jones' Creek), Misses Ester, Joan, Jean and Eila Sheather, and one son, Charles. The funeral took place at Nangus on Wednesday, Rev. Geo. E. Morris officiating at the graveside.
Smart, Olive (I21341)


The death occurred, on 30th December, at the District Hospital, of Mrs. Loiterton, aged 60, widow of the late Mr. Arthur Loiterton, of Jindalee who was drowned in 1817 when trying to retrieve some ducks he shot on 'The Oaks" dam. The latter years of the widow's life were spent at Cowong street, Warren's Sub. Of the family one daughter is a nurse at Murrumburrah and Harden Hospital. Mrs. Jos. Braier, of Henty, late of Cootamundra, is another. Sons are employed at the mill, at Mr. Frank Mitchells, and out at Bute.

The burial was in the Methodist cemetery on 31st. Rev. W. Francis officiating.

Deceased, who was very highly esteemed, had a well attended funeral.
Wallis, Alma Ellen (I4541)


One of Gundagai's very old residents in the person of Mrs. Frederick Sheather, died at the residence of her daughter, Mrs. Podmore, Moss Vale, on Saturday last. Deceased was born at Camden over 83 years ago, and was there married to Mr Fred. Sheather. The pair came to Gundagai 45 years ago, and resided here until a few years back, when they went Camdenwards. About eight months ago they returned to this district, and lived for a while with one of her daughters, Mrs Cook, Mundarlo. Deceased is survived by her husband, two daughters (Mrs Podmore, Moss Vale, and Mrs Cook, Mundarlo), and four sons (Mr. Alf. Sheather, of Gundagai, Mr George Sheather, of Gocup, and Messrs. Fred. and Bert. Sheather, Gundagai). Thirty two grandchildren and 9 great grandchildren also survive. One grandson was killed at the war. The funeral took place at Camden on Monday.
Funnell, Sarah (I14605)


The death occurred on Friday of Mrs. Ike Sheathe, 78, wife of Mr. Ike Sheather, of Sutton street, Cootamundra.

Mrs. Frank Mitchell, of Cootamundra, and Mrs. Walter Brown, now of Cremorne, are daughters, and Mr. Fred Sheather, of West Melbourne, is a son.

Before her marriage Mrs. Sheatherwas Miss Alison Pirie.

After a service at the Presbyterian Church, conducted by the Rev. Keeling, in the absence of Rev. Russell, the remains were laid to rest yesterday afternoon.
Pirie, Alison (I10695)


Three years after the disastrous flood of 1852, which washed the township of Gundagai away, a pioneer family of Williams came to the district to settle. Real sons of the soil, industrious and hard-working, this family knew of the hardships that beset the pioneers; but, by sheer effort of will, they won through and the descendants have now settled in various parts or this district, owing their start in life to the foresight and indus try of their pioneer forebears. One of the last members of this family, Mrs. Jane Sheathcr, died in the Gundagai District Hospital last Tuesday, in her 90th year.

Since her husband died 27 years ago the deceased has lived in Gundagai, but prior to that her whole life was spent at Nangus. She was born at Mittagong, but came to Gundagai when only a baby.

A family of ten children survive -- Mrs. G. Pickering (Goulburn), Mrs. F. Field (Gundagai), Mrs. A. Metcalf (Junee), Mrs. W. Paton (Gundagai), Messrs. George (Junee) , Edward (Sydney), Albert (Back Station Creek), Percy (Wantabadgery) , Bill (Back Station Creek), and Walter Sheather (South Gundagai).

The funeral took place at Nangus on Wednesday. Rev. George E. Morris officiated at the graveside.
Williams, Jane Selina (I16718)


Tho death occurred at Corryong, where she was visiting, on 4th April, of Mrs. Louisa Sheather, who was al- most 92 years of age, and who was the oldest resident in the district, where she resided for about 75 years. The late Mrs. Sheather was of a most cheerful disposition, and took a keen interest in all movements.

She was born at Winterbourne (Eng land) and arrived in Australia with her parents when about- 15 years of age. They settled on the South Coast of N.S.W. before coming to the Upper Murray. She married, first Mr. Emerson, who died suddenly, leaving her with a young family of ten. Some years later she married Mr. Sheather, and he was accident ally drowned about four years later. Members of her family are: Messrs John (Tumbarumba), William (Jin- gellic), Fred and Charles (Leeton), Mrs. R. P. Donelan (Talmalmo), Mrs. Merrit and George (Narandera) Three predeceased her. There are also 55 grand children and about 103 great-grand children. ' The funeral took place In Walwa.
Callaway, Louisa (I14620)


We beg to tender our deepest sympathy with the relatives and friends of the late Mrs Walter Sheather, who departed this life at the early age of 21 years, at her residence, Mittagong, on Sunday morning. Deceased had only been confined to her bed for several days, and the best medical skill proved to be of no avail. Deceased leaves a sorrowing husband and one child.
Grono, Mary Jane (I9028)

MUTCH Robert Bertram (Bert) -October 5, 1947 at hospital, dearly beloved son of Mrs L Mutch and loving brother of Phyllis, Ethel, Elma and John, aged 41. 
Mutch, Robert Bertram (I222)

My parents, Joseph and Ruth, were married at Kalgoorlie, Western Australia on 25th January 1918. At that time my father was in the employment of the Commonwealth Railway and was the Station Master at Deakin, a small station on the main line between Perth and Adelaide.

I recall my parents telling me of the time they spent there after their marriage. The living quarters consisted of a small shack with hessian covered sides. At night the aborigines would peer through the flimsy walls, which was very disconcerting to my mother. Prior to this period of employment with the railways my father worked in the under-ground gold mines in Kalgoorlie, Western Australia.

My parents subsequently moved to Victoria and took up residence at "St Malo" in Mayfield Street Coburg, then occupied by my Grandmother Rosa Constance Howden. I assume that the three children of her second marriage Christopher (Kit), John and Margaret grew up at that address. My parents had by then moved to a house in Reynards Road Brunswick Victoria where my sister Rose Germaine was born (1920) and my brother William Cansdell (born 1920) and myself (born 1921). I distinctly remember this house as a small child. I must have then been about four years old. It was a red brick house with a high galvanised iron fence. The local fire station was in Reynards Road and I remember climbing onto a large box with my brother Bill to witness the fire engines racing down to Sydney Road, Coburg. I have discussed these events with Bill in the past and he has verified the details.

My family subsequently moved to a house in Garnet Street, Coburg. I still can recall this residence painted white as was the "fancy" wire fence in vogue at the time. It is interesting to note that opposite to the house where Bernice (Betty) and I now live in Bermagui, NSW there is a very old house with an identical fence. The Garnet Street house had a large back garden in which my father erected two high masts to accommodate the aerial for his "crystal" wireless set, the only form of introduced home entertainment in those days.

In the early twenties my Grandmother moved from the Mayfield Street, Coburg house to a rented dwelling in Sargood Street in Hampton, Victoria, near the coast on Port Phillip Bay. By that time my Uncle John had left home, Aunt Margaret had married and had built a new home in Retreat Road, Hampton, not far from the Sargood Street house occupied by my Grandmother and her second husband Thomas Gidley Howden. Margaret had two children, Barbara and Margaret Rose. Subsequently Uncle John began an association with a lovely lady named Gloria. In today's terms she would be regarded as his "partner". There were two lovely daughters of this liaison, Barbara and Lucille. My family lost contact with John's family prior to World War II. I caught up with Uncle John in early 1944 in Sydney at Manly where he was employed as a journalist with the Sydney newspaper the "Smiths Weekly". At that time I was in transit on posting to a RAAF unit at Noemfor Island in Dutch New Guinea. He was living in a "flat" in Manly with his new lady "Bunty". Early in the war John enlisted in the Royal Air Force as an Administrative Officer with the rank of Flying Officer. He was eligible to join the RAF, as his mother Rosa Constance was a British national. I last met him in 1946 where he was living in St. Kilda, Victoria. He was in very poor health and died in 1948.

There was a humorous side to my meeting with John in Manly. His residence was close to the beach I and expressed the possibility of going for a swim. Uncle John did not fancy going but he said to me "Aunty Bunty would surely be pleased to accompany you". We spent a couple of pleasant hours on the beach and in the surf. On my return to the Air force "Transit Camp" I was greeted by a couple of my mates with wide smirks on their faces. To accompany this was the remark "We saw you, a married man on the beach with a pretty young sort" (which was a popular term at the time). My rejoinder was "Oh, this was quite in order as the female in question was my Aunty Bunty". Roars of laughter ensued and I never lived this down from then on.

Thomas Gidley Howden had influence at Scots college and offered to arrange for John to begin an education at that establishment. He did commence studies there but this was short lived and his father did not exert any influence in an effort to persuade him to continue his studies. We all looked forward to his visits to our home in Hampton in which our family moved in 1926, but I am jumping ahead of myself here and further reference to Uncle John will be continued later in this manuscript.

My father having been a seafarer in his early years was never happy away from the sea so in 1926, when I was five he and my mother decided to move to Hampton Victoria and to join other families already there.

By this time Rosa Constance and husband Thomas Gidley had moved to a new home at 10 Retreat Road, Hampton opposite the new house built by her daughter Margaret and her husband Bert Stanley. They had two children Brian and Margaret Rose.

When the Wilson's decided to move to Hampton my mothers half brother Christopher (Kit) Howden and his wife Florence (nee Porter) who had resided with the Wilsons at Garnet Street, Coburg, decided to move with the Wilson clan. The house into which the families moved initially was a small cottage but as the Howdens had no other accommodation they were taken in as a temporary arrangement until they could find alternative premises. In fact the "temporary situation" continued indefinitely as where the Wilsons moved the Howdens followed. In fact the two families resided in common premises for the next fifty odd years.

Florence Howden (nee Porter) had three sisters Bertha, Linda and Dulcie. Bertha married Horace (Horry) Clover who was a leading player with the Carlton football club in Melbourne. He joined the club post WWI. We always called him "Uncle Horace" but of course he wasn't our uncle. We naturally all followed Carlton except my brother Bill who had a fancy for Richmond. It was reported that Horace could boot a "place kick" 70 yards, a considerable distance.

I remember the house into which we first moved was Grenvile Street, Hampton, a weather board cottage, much too small for the two families, which consisted of six Wilsons and four Howdens (the second Howden son Geoffrey Burton was born when the families resided in Coburg) as was my youngest brother Kenneth Lamond Wilson, born 1924. The eldest Howden's son was Jack Burton. Needless to say these were very cramped conditions.

Fortunately alternative accommodation was offered without delay (a two storied house at No. 9 Hastings Street Hampton, a short distance from the Grenville Street premises). This house still exists but not completely in its original form, as we knew it. It is close to one hundred years old. I well remember the move from Coburg to Hampton, two Clydesdale horses drawing furniture vans lock stock and barrel including two dis-assembled wireless poles and ten souls and Uncle Kits fox terrier dog Bob who lived to the age of sixteen. The journey took most of the day. It was high summer and I recall it being very hot and sitting up front with the driver watching the pair of sweating horses with odd stops at horse drinking troughs along the way to slake the thirst of the straining beasts. These horse troughs were common in most streets in those days. Water was replenished by an automatic cistern as the horse drank.

When we arrived at Grenville Street, Hampton my Grandmother Rosa Constance was there to great us and see us in our new abode. The electrified train line was but a short distance form the back fence with a lane way between. I remember we all rushed to the back fence to await the arrival of the next train. Granny said that often steam trains went by which carried freight to the rail terminal of the line at Sandringham. The passenger service was then electrified.

The move to Hastings Street was exciting for us children when we discovered that it was a two-story house. The house at the time we moved seemed then to be quite old. The construction would have been planned to accommodate a single family, two bedrooms, lounge room, kitchen cum laundry on the ground floor and one bedroom, large sleep - out and a bathroom upstairs. Before our occupation the house had been converted into two flats. The bathroom upstairs became a kitchen. A communal bathroom had been added downstairs under a skillion galvanised iron roof, which also housed a fernery. A communal toilet was under the main roof downstairs with access outside, inconvenient for the upstairs occupants. My parents elected to occupy the down stairs floor and the Howdens the upper floor. In the large backyard was a free-standing sleep-out (bungalow), which after some modification, was occupied by the Wilson boys. My sister Rose used the small bedroom downstairs. There was a large two car galvanised-iron garage in the yard, which eventually became my father's workshop and storage area. For the first few nights we three boys slept in the garage, as the sleep-out was unusable as the walls of hessian fabric were in ruins.

From the street the house was an imposing structure with white painted stucco walls over internal lath and plaster coke reinforced construction. At the front all the windows were stained-glass top and bottom. In its hey day it would have been an imposing structure. It was in stages brought up to a decent standard by the good work of my father. Although the house was rented the landlord later reduced the rental because it was maintained in good condition. This was a continuing situation and as a result the old house remained attractive and of pleasing appearance. An investigation by us children discovered that the house was equipped with a telephone, a luxury in those days. The prospect of having this facility at our disposal was short lived in those austere times and my father took immediate action to have the phone disconnected.

Life slowly settled down in our new abode. The house had not been occupied for some time and the first thing was to make it habitable. On the first night after our arrival the Howdens were fortunate enough to have a bedroom and sleep-out upstairs. There was a problem with us three boys as previously explained and we had to temporarily sleep in the garage. I remember that the walls in the garage were decorated with framed prints by celebrated English painters.

Dad soon had his wireless poles erected so that he could listen to his crystal radio set (which he made himself), which was equipped with headphones. This was long before radio sets, as we know them today.

His main listening station was 3LO (ABC) for the news and mainly classical music programs and test cricket matches relayed from the U.K by cable. Following the rehabilitation of the sleep?out, we boys moved in. Two single beds for Bill and myself, Ken being a two year old occupied his baby cot. Dad rigged up a crystal set for Bill and I and we spent many evenings listening to plays and stories from 3LO. I particularly recall listening to stories from the pen of Edgar Allen Poe that were often rather frightening to two small boys in a sleep-out isolated from their parents. After one particularly lurid tale we were so frightened that Bill and 1 kept each other awake for hours, reluctant to settle down to sleep.

In the summers there were often violent thunderstorms with livid lightening and heavy rain beating on the iron roof. We awoke very scared and apprehensive. Dear old Dad was aware of this and never failed to come down in the rain wearing a heavy army (disposal) great coat which had been dyed black to disguise it having been a military issue (WWI), the regimental buttons had been replaced by black ones.

He would stay with us until the storm abided. That old coat stays in my memory as I later claimed it as my own and it was permanently on my bed during the cold winter nights.

These summer storms blew in from the South and often caused severe damage to the beach foreshores. In those days "Bathing Boxes" were the vogue. These were individually owned and usually the property of the local residents. There were arranged along the beach and came in assorted colours. It was fashionable to dress for the beach (adult mainly) and then change to swimming ware in the "Boxes". In those severe storms the heavy seas sometime caused considerable damage. At Binghton Beach near to Hampton Beach the sea baths were practically wrecked on one occasion. After these storms Dad would haul out his large wheelbarrow and we would all head for the beach to collect driftwood for the fire. Often the seas uncovered rack beds and we boys would scavenge for coins and any other " treasures" in the rock crannies. One occasion Bill (always the lucky one) found a solid gold chain and medal inscription with the name "Muir". It turned out to be a prize for lawn bowling. In an extraordinary coincidence the Muir was a neighbour in our street. Dad suggested that it would be appropriate to ask this gentlemen if he had a family connection. Bill (reluctantly) agreed to this and sure enough the chain and the medal had belonged to his father, who had lost it on the beach many years before. His father had long since died and Muir junior was overjoyed to recover this memento.

About this time my sister Rose Germaine, who was born in 1918, passed away. My recollection of Rose is somewhat vague as I was quite young at the time. I have in my possession a photograph of her with our father and mother when she was quite young. Over the years my father was reluctant to discuss the nature of her illness only to say that it was followed by pneumonia, which finally caused her death. I imagine that the loss of his only daughter and first born was a sadness that he found difficult to discuss.

As we children grew up in the years before the "Great Depression" our family enjoyed a very happy life together despite the economic conditions. We never possessed a motorcar but can't recall that this worried us to any degree. Of cause it would have been nice to have had one for outings, picnics etc, but because it was so far beyond our reach it was easily dismissed.

Our Uncle Arthur Budds, the husband of our Aunt Marjorie (my mother's sister) was a traveller with the Royal Insurance Co and the vehicle he drove was an early Citroen. It was a single seater and was equipped with a "dicky seat" in the rear. This was combined with the luggage compartment. As previously mentioned my Uncle and Aunt had these daughters, Mary Joan and Norah (my cousins). How the family were accommodated in this "baby" vehicle on outings is beyond imagination. On occasion he took us children on a picnic and other outings but of cause our cousins were not included on these outings.

My Grandmother Rosa Constance Howden was a rather smallish woman, typically English, well spoken, cultured. She stood no nonsense from us boys. After Rose and husband Thomas settled down in their new home in Pibreat Road they established a small orchard and when the trees started to produce fruit our family received our share. There was one rule however and that was there was to be no "pilfering" from the trees. I remember that on one occasion I sneaked into the garden and picked an apple. Grandmother observed this from the kitchen window and called out to me "who said that you might pick my fruit with out asking permission". All meals in the dining room were served on spotless linen tablecloths with s ????? (silver bands). All linen was sent to the Chinese laundry. She took us to task if we were disrespectful to our parents. Her husband Thomas Howden who was then blind took up writing textbooks for schools, geography, and mathematics etc. he used a typewriter for all his draughts. He sometimes sought my assistance in checking, etc. My cousin Jack Howden and I joined the church choir at Holy Trinity Church in Thomas Street, Hampton. My mother attended this church and suggested that we join the choir. I remember collecting our starched collars at the Chinese laundry to wear with our white surpluses.

I was chosen to be included in the school choir at Hampton State School (I was enrolled at this school in 1927), when in the 6th grade our English and Music Teacher Mr Robert singled out myself and one of my school friends, Les Moses to perform solo's and duets before the school assembly. He would walk up and down the rows in the classroom with ears cocked.

The school head master Mr Allison was somewhat of a martinet but fair if the students behaved themselves. W---- bested any pupil sent to him for punishment (at the time a heavy leather strap to both hands). I was lucky not to have even being sent before him.

The boys were required, in the winter to take turns as wood monitor, chopping wood and carrying it to the classroom to service the open fires. I remember this task on cold winter mornings. At this time the onset of the Great Depression had begun to take its toll. My father who was a "permanent" employee at the Melbourne Harbour Trust (Superannuated) was put off work for six months and then returned to his job for six months. In these off periods life was hard. There were no funds founded by the government to support families. My father was not idle however; he and a friend made pot plant stands from scrap metal strips of iron and hawked them from door to door. My parents could not afford school uniforms so Mother made pants and shirts on her trusty "singer" sewing machine. Dad established a large vegetable garden and Uncle ???? raised chickens, and mother ducks. In lean times we could not afford "real" meals very often and as explained there was no monetary "dole" in those days.

Dad went to Sandringham Council offices once a week and collected dry goods, flour oatmeal, sugar etc. Mother made the bread, cakes, scone etc. Or kitchen was equipped with a wood stove and gas stove. Thank heavens for the wood stove as in the lean times we could not afford to pay large gas bills. Soup was a staple diet item. We had a large stockpot and it was always bubbling away. Soup bones weren't an expensive item and there were always copious supply of vegetables from the home garden. The local Italian Greengrocer allowed us to help ourselves to scraps, cabbages leaves etc ------------- to feed the ducks and chickens. In reality some of this found its way into the stockpot. The odd apple, carrot, banana by "error" found its way into the sugar bag.

In the periods when funds were available following Dads periods of employment within the "on" phase if it could be afforded we were able to attend Hoyts Theater in Hampton for the Saturday afternoon matinee. (In hard times the Council occasionally supplied theatre tickets)? I recall Dad taking us to a matinee where the film was called "The Jazz Singer" staring Al Jolson (the first talking film) 1928). The cost for children was sixpence and the cost for tickets to an Aussie Rules match was thruppence each. In the lean periods we children earned money by selling barrow loads of horse manure to neighbours at sixpence per barrow load if they needed it or could afford it. The manure was collected at Hubbands Dairy farm, the yards where the horse drawn delivery carts were loaded with milk supplies. Mrs Hubbard gave us permission to collect two or three barrow loads on Saturday mornings. I recall her once looking as ?????? at us as we passed the gate on these occasions wondering if we had gone "commercial" collecting more than we needed for our purposes, which was sure to some extent. However she never commented on this, as she was aware of our circumstances.

One of my regular customers was a Mr Rouveray, a Frenchman and our neighbour. Every Saturday when I approached him he would say he would have it and "wheel it in" to the back garden. To illustrate his generosity he already had a mountain of manure from past supplies from the Wilson manure merchants.

However I digress from the consequences which followed from the six month "off periods" imposed by the Harbour Trust. In an effort to ensure that funds would be available during these lean periods (other schemes not being adequate) Dad decided that he would give gold prospecting a try. Before his marriage he was a worker on the gold fields at Kalgoorlie above and below ground and had gained experience there. Two of his friends volunteered to accompany him although only one was entirely suitable. Never the less they went off to Blackwood and Trentham in Victoria the site of good fields of gold many years before. Unfortunately alluvial mining had long since waned and the party had little success in the field. Dad had looked over the field many years before as a hobby. He decided that any hope of success would be with underground (mine) prospecting. Of course Dad had to organise everything. They dug a shaft and erected a winched bucket and commenced work. The accommodation consisted of tents only. They did have some success but the meagre proceeds divided among three was barely enough to support them and their families. After a few months Mother pleaded with Dad to return home. I have in my possession a letter from mother to Dad dated 7th July 1931 accompanied by a letter I wrote also to Dad for the same time. I was then only ten years old. Mother's letter is heart rending. We children missed him so much and Mothers words were I think that you had better come home dear. She half blames herself for sending him away but I don't think this was likely. The deciding factor in Dad returning home followed an accident which could have been fatal when the "green horn" member of the group, an Englishman, dropped the bucket into the shaft while Dad was down at the bottom striking him on the shoulder. Luckily he wasn't injured seriously. If it had struck him on the dead the outcome could have been a different matter. I remember the day Dad returned home with a full beard looking tired and worn.

In order to argument the scarce supply and barness of foodstuffs in these hard times, the Wilson and Howden boys took up fishing from the Hampton and Bringhton piers. In those days the fish stocks were abundant in the bay when the Whiting and Schnapper schools appeared and it was nothing to catch 30 to 40 fish in one day. Of course these numbers were well in excess of the bay limits imposed and smuggling them past the fishing inspector required cunning and subterfuge. A scheme employed by my brother Bill was to put most of the fish into a sugarbag suspended by a rake at the end of the pier. We would then pack up and depart with our "legal" stock off the pier and sensibly depart from the scene. When darkness descended we would return to the pier and recover the balance of the stock.

Next to the pier a German WWI submarine had been sunk as a break-water. At the time we had a canoe and we used to paddle to the sub. There was a variety of fish available there - Trevally, Leather jacket ete not found in pier fishing. It was possible for us to descend to the "bowels" of the sub where we had a clean view of the passing fish. If line fishing became boring we would attempt to spear fish. This was more difficult than line fishing. I recall that there was a large Trevally which we saw frequently. It could not be enticed by tackle and bait. Bill constructed a large spear with a metal tip which had a heavy line attached. This Trevally was about three feet in length. Bill waited for the fish to appear which it eventually did. By a stroke of luck he speared the fish. It took off like a torpedo and we all grabbed the line but we couldn't hold it. After about an hour or so we won the day and we were able to land it into the "sub". This was no mean feat for a gang of youngsters.

Being close to the bay we would spend most of the school holidays fishing, swimming and hiking along the beaches. Mother would make us a cut lunch and we would spend the day together, the five of us, Bill, Ken and myself and our two Howden cousins Jack and Geoffrey. On one occasion we walked from Hampton to St Kilda, quite a long hike to see the ?????? boat the ??????????? which was taking passengers on short trips across the bay. We were all quite weary at the end of the day. On another occasion we hiked to Beaumaris, a few miles in the opposite direction. At that time the "fad" was to arm ourselves with "pen" shooters and wage mock battles between ourselves. The usual ammunition was dried peas taken from Mums pantry. During the "battle" we ran out of peas but we noticed that trees along the foreshore had a type of berry whish we thought would do as a replacement. Bill volunteered to climb a tree and began to break off small branches. As he threw a large branch down he called out "Here comes the ammunition". To our dismay he fell from quite a height, about twenty feet. The tree overhung a pathway with a parapet (sea wall) nearest to the beach. As he fell he turned over and dropped onto his back on to the parapet, rolled over, and fell about another six feet onto the sand. We all jumped down on to the beach to assist him. The contact with the wall had knocked all of the air out of his lungs and he was gasping for breath. We were at a loss to help him until I had a "brain wave". At school we were taught to administer "artificial resuscitation". We turned poor Bill over on to his stomach, and I began to administer this treatment. After a minute or two he began to breath then we realised that he was in extreme pain. We had to walk miles back home. He suffered extensive bruising but no other injuries. The incident could have resulted in much more serious injuries. On a visit to Coffs Harbour a few years ago I mentioned this incident to Bill's son Peter and he told me that Bill had told him years before of the "Here comes the ammunition" accident. As mentioned earlier, during the "off periods" Dad was never idle. He had constructed a wood lathe and he made a variety of beautiful wood items, howled bowls etc. He also made lamp stands. I still have one he made for me many years ago. He made us boys wooden fishing reels and rods made of bamboo. The lathe he made embodied the use of an old Singer sewing machine. The means of operating the spindle was conveyed by using the foot pedal. He also made a model of a ships boiler. It was made of copper and was assembled by the use of copper rivets. When heated by a blowlamp it operated a small engine. We were always asking him to run it for us. Dad passed it on to us many years ago; however it cannot be used without a complete overhaul. This boiler is still in our possession. He also made me a beautiful model of his ship the "Lord Templetown". The "Lord Templetown" was the ship (three masted barque) in which he went to sea from London at the age of 17. Details of his exploits post 1899 are detailed in separate papers on my father's history. The last time 1 saw the model he made was when I went into Army Camp in 1941. After the war when I returned to Australia from overseas service with the RAAF in 1945, the model could not be found at 9 Hastings Street, Hampton. This was a great loss to me.

My younger brother Ken never learned to swim although he loved the beach and our trips along the coast. This resulted from an incident when he was quite young. As I recall he was about 3 or 4 years old. He was playing near the waters edge watched by my parents when a large wave came in unexpectedly and knocked him over. By the time my mother reached him he had disappeared in the surf. She rescued him without incident. This had a lasting effect on him with the result that he would never venture beyond his depth and consequently he never learned to swim. Ken's fear of deep water and the sea could have been instrumental in saving the lives of myself and my school friend Ken Crichlon. As mentioned, the canoe we made consisted of wooden laths and heavy canvas. The canoe was very heavy and if it was submerged in the water it sank below the surface and it was almost impossible to refloat. The canoe was always on the beach under our bathing "box". One Sunday morning my school friend Ken, my brother Ken and I went down to the beach and my friend and I decided to go for a paddle and a sail. Of cause my brother remained on shore. We had attached a small mast and sail which we sometimes used in calm conditions. This day a southerly wind was blowing on shore. We didn't go out very far into the bay and as the wind wasn't storming we erected the sail. We were not far from the beach when suddenly the wind changed to a half northerly and began to take us out into the bay (this change in wind direction often occurred in the summer months).

We took in the sail and began to paddle back to the shore but as the wind was strong we made no headway. We were then about a mile from the shore and the wind and the waves capsized the canoe and we were thrown into the sea. We were naturally scared but we didn't panic. We were both strong swimmers and we decided to take a paddle each and try to swim to shore. This was almost impossible in the conditions and we made little headway. Now to Ken our saviour. He was very worried that we wouldn't make it back to the beach. Also there were often sharks in the bay. He was about a mile from the boat harbour and he ran along the beach and told a fisherman of our plight. He immediately started up his fishing launch, raced out into the bay, picked us up, and took us back to shore. He also towed the canoe behind his boat. Needless to say we never took the canoe far from shore again

Dad sought employment with the Harbour Trust because the work appealed to him due to his experience as a seaman. A bonus for us children was the annual picnic either to Queens's cliff or Point Lonsdale on Port Phillip Bay; this event was the highlight of the year for us. There were two paddle steamers plying the route to the destinations. These boats were the Weerona and Hygiea. The Weerona was constructed in Scotland and came out to Australia under its own steam. I can recall the excitement of taking the train to Port Melbourne and going aboard the boats. When we went aboard we each received a bag of boiled sweets, a luxury in those days. The journey down the bay was usually under fairly calm conditions but sometimes the sea could become rough if a southerly change came up which was a frequent occurrence in Victorian Summers. There were picnic races with prizes and each child received a gift.

In those days my father belonged to the local branch of the Socialist Party. This party was well established in Australia and you could say was the formation forerunner of the Community Party. The secretary or the party was Lloyd Edmonds. He and his brother Phillip went to Spain in 1936 and fought in the Spanish civil war against the Dictator General Franco.

Periodically the Social Club arranged picnic outings to the Dandenong Ranges to which we all looked forward. The club could not afford to have a coach so the cheaper alternative was to hire a furniture removalist van with bench seats along the side. A tail board was lowered by chains and the older children were allowed to sit on this with legs dangling outside, a practice which Dad thought very dangerous and which he discouraged. The picnics were unforgettable. We enjoyed this so much that we were sad when the trip ended.

The social club also conducted a social evening from time to time that was held in the dance hall of the Avalon Caf situated on Beach Road near Hampton Beach. There was dancing (old time) and singing and later a grand supper supplied by members of the club. Coffee, tea and soft drinks were served but being family orientated no alcohol. How times have changed. My father was a great lover of music. When he was in Canada working as a Lumber Jack in forest industries he bought himself a mandolin on a visit to Seattle, Washington State and taught himself to play while living and working in the back woods of Canada. His playing was exceptional and I never ceased to enjoy listening to his playing. When I was at Hampton State School I took lessons on the violin and as the fingering was the same as for the mandolin he helped me with my leaning and we played together. I must say that his technique out matched mine. He was expert in working with his hands and made beautiful objects in wood and metal. I have a collection of these items. He had a wonderful temperament as did my mother. Brining up the family in hard times in association with my mother he coped so well and I cannot remember him raising his voice or being bad-tempered with us children or my mother.

I recall my father reading to us small children in front to the fire on winter evenings. This was eons before the days of radio or television. He obtained a copy of a publication he recalled reading as a boy in London, the "Boys own Paper". This was an annual bound copy. One of the stories he remembered was "The adventures of a two gunned watch". He obtained the volume from a 2nd hand book shop.

I recall Dad playing his mandolin on the front porch of our house in Hampton on summer evenings. Passers by used to stop to hear him play. One of the pieces from memory was called Souvenir which was his favourite. Most of his playing was from sheet music.

Dad was employed at the Victoria Harbour Trust at the Victoria Docks. He rode his pushbike to work for years. As he grew older he found this too tiring so he obtained a 1928 B.S.A motorbike that he restored.

In those days my mother was a member of the Hampton Tennis Club, with my Aunty Flo. She taught us boys to play tennis. Mother also taught us to swim on the Hampton Beach.

My mother was an excellent cook. She prepared lovely dishes from the fish we caught. A meat dish she made was called "Toad in the hole" this was prepared with sausages peering from a hole in pastry base. She bred ducks and always had a flock of about twenty of so, "Muscovies and Kahki Campbell's". Her roast duck dishes and plum puddings were delicious.

The following years at Hastings Street were uneventful as the country crawled out of the hardships of the worst years of the depression. I left Hampton High School when I was about 17 without having passed the Intermediate School Certificate which was the pre-requisite to obtaining any sort of gainful employment.

Things were still difficult for our parents in feeding and clothing the family. I started a job at a local Chemist shop delivering prescriptions and cleaning up the shop. The pay was inadequate and did not contribute much to the family budget. I left this employment and found myself a position with the Commonwealth Meteorological Bureau in the City of Melbourne. I was employed as a clerical assistant and also delivered weather reports and charts around the City on a pushbike (rain or shine). I recall one incident which could have been serious. It was raining heavily and I was riding down a hill in Collins Street. There was a policeman at an intersection (no stop lights in those days) directing traffic. I attempted to cross the intersection before he changed the traffic flow. However, before I could do this he held up his hand at me and the traffic. I stood on the brakes as I crossed a pile of wet horse manure. I skidded and my bike dis ????????? about four ?????? and I landed at the policeman's feet. His remark to me was "Do you think you are in the Air Force ??????????? with a broad grin, fortunately I was wet and dirty but unhurt.

When I was about 18 I left the Bureau and I went for an interview with the Public Service Inspector and he placed me in a position at the Department of Commerce as a clerical assistant.

Bill had stayed at school when I left. A friend of the family, a Mr Bigelow was the manager of a Bank at Bringhton. He advised my parents (incorrectly, as it ensured) that if Bill returned to High School and passed his Leaving Certificate he would offer him a position at his bank. Bill followed his advice and passed the exam. However this for some reason never eventuated, much to the chagrin of our parents. We later found out that at that time the bank positions were scarce and one would have had to attend college such as Bringhton Grammar or Scots College before being considered for a position. Bill had then to seek alternative employment. On Dad's advice he decided to become a plumber and attended Bringhton Technical College. I recall co??? this course was for two years. He secured employment with Melbourne Harbour Trust working at the dockyard; later on, Naval Vessels. Because of this he was declared "Manpower" and unable to change employment. Later he joined the Defence Forces. While I was employed at the Commerce Department I met my future wife Bernice Joyce Higgins (Betty). The date was Sunday 20th July 1941. A combination of events led to this meeting. My brother Ken worked at a shoe warehouse Doery and Tilley in Flinders Lane Melbourne. They had arranged an employee snow picnic at Mount Donna Briny, close to Melbourne. My cousin Jack Howden and I obtained tickets to attend the picnic from Ken. A friend of Bettys, Iva Berrett (who later was a bridesmaid at our wedding) also worked at the warehouse. Betty worked as a milliner at a hat Manufacturer. Iva arranged tickets for Betty and a work mate Kathy Edwards. Betty and Kathy sat in front of us in the picnic bus and during the journey to the mountains all we saw was the rear view of the girl's heads. When we arrived at our destination Betty turned around and our eyes met. My first impression was a pair of lovely blue eyes. During the day the four of us stayed together and we had an enjoyable time.

When the bus arrived in the city, on return from the outing, Betty and I walked together in the direction of the Flinders Street Railway station. I casually enquired as to what rail line she travelled on and she replied Sandringham and I said what a coincidence. She boarded the train at Ripponlea and I at Hampton. The Journey to Ripponlea took fifteen minutes and in that time I discovered that she boarded the train at 8:15am in the morning on the way to work. The train I took left Hampton at 8:00am. We met at Ripponlea and travelled together. In that short time we arranged our first date. I casually asked her if she liked ice skating and she was noncommittal but agreed to accompany me to the "Glacorium". We met in the city, me with skates over my shoulders. We set out for the skating rink and the more we talked I got the impression that skating wasn't her first choice so I said to her "would you rather go to the pictures instead?" A look of relief came across her face and she said she would like that. It was then about 8:00pm and the theatres were filling up. The big hit film at the time was a movie with the star Ginger Rogers "Kitty Foyle" at the Regent in Collins Street. The seats were nearly all taken and we finished up in the "Cheapy" front stalls. We enjoyed the show but I remember the strange looks directed to me by other patrons arriving at the "pictures" with ice-skates. So that's how a combination of events led to our meeting and the beginning of our whirlwind romance. This was July 1941 and my "call-up" to the Army was due just prior to Christmas 1941. We had plenty of opportunities to arrange meetings on the train twice a day as we both worked in the city and we met at most lunch breaks. We got together most weekends and played tennis. Betty was a wonderful dancer. We usually went to the St Kilda Town Hall on the Palais De Dance near the beach front on Saturday nights. I was "just a Dancer" but she taught me how. She always wore beautiful dance dresses and often wore a gardenia in her dark hair. Whenever 1 catch the perfume of gardenias I recall those wonderful times so many years ago. I spent more time at 4 Sycamore House Ripponlea than I did at home. On the way home from work sometimes at the last minute before Ripponlea station I managed to invite myself to dinner. I couldn't ring my mother as we had no phone at Hastings Street. I remember Betty's mother Violet saying that this was a mad romance. I thought the family, Violet and Jack (Pop) Higgins and Betty's brothers Jack, Doug and Bob must have been sick of me at times but I just couldn't care. We just couldn't waste the hours available to us before my call-up. "Procrastination is the thief of time", as quoted from an old adage I learnt from my father, which seemed to be appropriate.

I was off to basic army training at Willamstown race course late in December. Luckily my next posting was to Olympic Park and signals training so I was able to visit Betty and my family on occasional leave and luckily on Christmas day. I was posted to other courses at training venues near Gelong, Mt Martha and Nagamlin Road Scymour Victoria. Leave from these courses were few and far between. 
Wilson, John Reginald (I23775)

News reached Ely on Monday from the War Office of the death in action on Oct 3rd of Lieut. Stanley R. Aspland MGC son of Mr and Mrs R Aspland, Hills Lane. But apart from the bare official announcement , communication by telegram, no details are yet to hand. The deceased officer, who was 27 years of age was extremely well-known and respected in the city and district and the sad intelligence occasioned widespread regret. For eleven years Lieut. Aspland was in the employ of the Ely Gas Company. He was a popular and esteemed member of the Ely Liberal Club and held amongst other offices that of secretary. He leaves a widow who resides in Soham.
Aspland, Second Lieutenant Stanley Richard (I15229)



The death occurred; yesterday morning of a well known Cootamundra Identity in Mr. Sam Mutch, of Sutton street, aged 73.

His parents were pioneers in this district in the days of free selection, and he was the last of a large family of brothers, Joseph, John, James Thomas, Robert, and George. There are two surviving sisters, Mrs. E. Forsyth and Mrs. E. Williams, sen., of Temora road.

Deceased was born in the Gippsland district.

Forty-four years ago he married Miss Clara Smith at Junee and he is survived by the sorrowing widow and one daughter, Florence (Mrs. Tom Baker, of Sydney).

He had been employed on the railway at Cootamundra until an accident forced him to retire about 15 years ago.

In his youth he was a keen cyclist, and took part in many of the old club runs from Cootamundra to surrounding towns.

The funeral left the Church of England after a short service at 3 o'clock this afternoon.
Mutch, Samuel (I5199)



Another of the esteemed old district identities died on Wednesday afternoon, Mrs. Margaret Loiterton, aged 86, the wife of Mr. John Loiterton, one of the early selectors at West Jindalee.

Of the familly two survive - Mr. Robert Loiterton, of Dirnaseer, and Mr. John Loiterton, Bellarwi, near Barmedman. Three died -- Mrs. Young (Susan), Arthur, (who was drowned in Forky dam whilst duck shooting), and George who died when 11 years of age.

Deceased's maiden name was Wilesmith, and she came from England. The widower is 85. The interment took place in the Methodist cemetery this morning, Rev. J. H. Sorrell officiating.
Wilesmith, Margaret (I2082)


After a prolonged illness, the death of Mr. Thomas Parkinson occurred at his residence, Hurd street on Monday evening last. The deceased, who for many years was professionally engaged at Portland as a surgeon dentist and until ill-health intervened, had an extensive practice throughout the district, was widely known and respected, and commanded general admiration for the cheerful fortitude with which he bore his suffering, which extended over a lengthy period. Of a natural genial and gentlemanly disposition, the lat Mr. Parkinson made many friends, who will learn of his death with feelings of deep regret. He took a lively interest in many things calculated for the good of the town, and for some time acted as Secretary of the local golf club, in which capacity he rendered great service, more particularly in connection with the Easter tournaments, which until a few years ago were held annually at Portland. He was a keen lover of sport, and enthusiastically supported clean healthy recreation of any kind. The late gentleman was also a talented musician, and until his health failed, was organist at St. Stephen's Anglican Church. He was 56 years at the time of death, and leaves a widow to mourn his loss. The remains were interred on Wednesday in the local cemetery. Out of respect for their late brother, members of the Portland Masonic Lodge marched in front of the hearse to the place of interment.
Parkinson, Thomas (I456)



We regret to have to report that the death has occurred, at the Wentworth Falls Sanitorium, of another of the two war sons of Mr Steve Sheather, of Sutton street, Cootamundra. First Hector succumbed after his return; and now Alan.

After the war Alan, one of the smartest tailors in the State, worked for Mr. Tom Watson, the Cootamundra tailor, for nine years, and then went to Goulburn.

Both were natives of Cootamundra. ? ?
Sheather, Allen Donald (I14656)


Mr. Arthur Sheather

The death occurred under sudden circumstances on Monday evening last of a well known and highly respected resident of Corobimilla, in the person of Mr. Arthur Edward Sheather, at the age of 57 years.

Mr. Sheather, who was a native of Gundagai came to Grong Grong about 40 years ago, and resided there for many years. Later he was employed on the permanent way branch of the railways and saw service at Culcairn, Corobimilla and other places. He had resided at Corobi milla for about six years. He had not been in the best of health for about two months and had sought medical attention. On Monday he appeared to be in good health and after returning home from work went into one of the out-houses at his home where he collapsed. Mr. Sheather was possessed of an amiable disposition and was liked by all who knew him.

Deceased is survived by a family of four daughters, namely, Jean (Mrs. Lavender, North Coast), Joy C, Betty E., and Mavis M., all of Corobimilla. He is also survived by three brothers, Messrs. Bert, George and Walter Sheather, all of Grong Grong, and two sisters, Mesdames Geo. Smith (Grong Grong), and Mrs. A. Kite (Bega). His wife predeceased him 15 months ago.

The funeral took place on Wednesday afternoon last, moving from the Methodist Church. The members of the M.U.I.O.O.F. formed a guard of honour at the church, and with members of the Narandera railway staff, also formed a guard of honour at the cemetery.

The Rev. C. C. Cashin officiated at the graveside, and the Manchester Unity I.O.O.F. service was also held. The bearers were members of Lodge Leopold,; namely, Messrs. R. Guymer (Corobimilla), R. Dawson (Morun dah), F. Aubrey, G. B. White, S. H. Wright, and M. Bashir (Narandera).

Messrs. Watkins Bros. had charge of the funeral arrangements.
Sheather, Arthur Edward (I18013)



After many weeks of agonising ill ness caused by Bright's disease, death came as a relief to Dunstan Perks, of Yass Street Young, last week. Model husband and father, and guide, counsellor and friend to many hundreds of persons who received their early and youthful training at

his day school or evening continuation classes, his was a noble and beautiful character. His death in the prime of life is generally deplored. Scattered throughout the State are hundreds of men who owe much of their progress in life to this man's teaching and kindly influence. Wherever he went in late years he met old pupils who always embarrassed him by express ing gratitude for what he had done for them. During his many years teaching he trained and found posi tions for 450 pupils, of ages ranging from 14 to 24 years.. It was impos sible to know him and not to be up lifted and influenced by his sweetness of nature, his philosophical outlook and his deep spirituality. With these gifts he proved a great teacher. A native of Rye Park, the late Mr, Perks, after joining the Education. Department, taught at the old Gari baldi School Tumbleton and Boara. He has lived in this district for 22 years. He was married at Grenfell to a daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Wigg. Having also been a teacher,

Mrs. Perks, since her husband's health broke down two and a half years ago, helped to teach school at Boara, and conducted some of the continuation classes. There are four children, all girls, the eldest being seventeen (now studying for her Leaving Certificate) and the youngest eight years. Messrs. Harry and Josiah Perks, of the Orange district, are brothers of the deceased, and Mrs. Plumb (Gau rcain), Mrs. Begg and Mrs. Albert Wales (Young) are sisters. For some time the deceased and his wife knew that he was doomed to an early and painful death, but that knowledge did not disturb the seren ity of his nature. His last illness was marked by patience and resignation which were an inspiration to all who watched by his bedside. He went to Sydney some time ago to visit a specialist. Two weeks ago he was brought back by car, and it was doubt ful then if he would reach home alive. ? Young 'Witness.'

Perks, Isaac Dunstan (I743)



The death occurred in Wagga on Tuesday evening of a very old resident, Mr. John Sheather, of 98 Murray Street, at the age of 79 years. Mr. Sheather, who had resided in Wagga nearly all his life, led a very active life until the day of his death. Predeceased by his wife, he is survived by two sons, Messrs. Norman Sheather, of Wellington, and John Sheather, of Murray Street, Wagga, and three daughters, Rita (Mrs. H. Bromham) of Tarcutta Road, Wagga; Marjorie (Mrs. L. Tucker), of Forsyth Street, Wagga, and Joan (Mrs. G. Kotzur), of Blake Street, Wagga. One daughter predeceased him. The funeral will take place tomorrow, the Cortege leaving St. John's Church of England after a service commencing at 10.30 for the Wagga cemetery.
Sheather, John (I16947)



The death occurred yesterday, at St. Vincent's Hospital, Sydney, of a Cootamundra old boy, Bert Mutch, aged 42, son of the late Robert Mutch and Mrs. L. Mutch, of 44 Crown street, Cootamundra. He married Miss Maude Backhouse, of Braidwood, who, with two sons and three daughters, is left to mourn their sad loss. Sisters and brother of deceased are: Mrs. Aspland (Young), Mrs. Claude Long (Cootamundra), Mrs. P. Rigney (Balgowlah), and John, of Auburn. Bert was for a number of years a member of the staff at the local post office; and after residing at Wagga and Maltland, was transferred to the Department of the interior, Canberra.

The funeral is to leave Andrews's Parlors, North Sydney, for the Pres byterian portion of Northern Suburbs cemetery, at 10 a.m. tomorrow.
Mutch, Robert Bertram (I222)


MR. SID. LOITERTON, of Wallendbeen

The death occurred, at the home of his brother Fred, on Tuesday evening, of Mr. Sidney Loiterton, 58, well known Wallendbeen identity.

Deceased had been assisting his brother Mr Fred Loiterton, with the harvesting, and collapsed after work on Tuesday afternoon.

The Cootamundra Ambulance was called out, and brought him to the District Hospital, where he failed to rally.

The late Mr. Loiterton's wife predeceased him on January 3, 1943. There were no children. She was Annie May.

The widow was formerly Annie May Coddington, of Wallendbeen.

Surviving brothers and sisters are: Steve, Don, Fred, and Ken, Mrs. G. Ceeney, Mrs. Adams (Vic), Mrs. Troy (Woollongong), Mrs. Roy Duffey, and Mrs. Ivor Davies.

The remains were laid to rest in the Church of England portion of the Murrumburrah cemetery yesterday, at 11 a.m.

Deceased was the eldest son of the late Charles Loiterton, Wallendbeen.

A brother, Jim, died last July, and another brother, George, was electrocuted at Wallendbeen.
Loiterton, Sydney (I1092)



The death occurred in the District Hospital yesterday morning of Mr. Steve Sheather, 83, a well-known Cootamundra identity.

The late Mr. Sheather was a skilled laborer, being an expert on concrete work. He worked for the late Mr. Peter McBeath. and for 30 years with Mr. Frank Mitchell.

Mr. Ike Sheather, of Cootamundra, who will be 90 this year, and Mrs. Finney (Louisa), of Hay street, are the only surviving brother and sister. Sam (Stockinbingal), John (Stockinbingal), Mrs. Gardiner (Jane), Mrs. C. Loiterton (Ellen), Mrs. Woodhouse (Charlotte), and a younger brother have all passed away.

Deceased married twice, his first wife being Susan Roberts, a sister of Mr. Ern Roberts and Mrs. Geo. Black, of Cootamundra, and there were five children from the union ? Alan (de ceased, Hector (deceased), Charlie (Wollongong), Linda (Mrs. Sid. Pinkstone, Benalla), Florence (Mrs. G.Hale, Wagga). His second wife, who was a widower, Mrs. Murphy, of Sydney, survives him.

There are eight grandchildren.

The Sheather family came to this district from Camden. In 1873 the brothers; Ike and Sam, rode by horse- back from Camden to Nangus, where they helped an uncle with the harvesting. They then went to West Jindalee, and selected a property. Their parents and the rest of the family, including Steve, followed them about 12 months after. The family settled down in the district, and have been much esteemed ever since.

Deceased had been in poor health over the last 12 months, but only went into hospital a week ago.

The funeral left the Church of Eng land at 3 o'clock this afternoon.

Rev. S. North, from Harden, officiated in the absence of the Cootamundra Rector (Rev. A. W. Harris), who was away at Barmedman.
Sheather, Stephen (I987)



The death occurred at the Harden-Murrumburrah Distrlct Hospital, at midday on Monday, of Mrs. Annie May Loiterton, wife of Mr. Sydney Loiterton, of Wallendbeen. Deceased, who was a native of Murrumburrah, was the oldest daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Willlam Coddington, of Wallendbeen, and formerly of Murrumburrah. She was 60, and had lived all her life in the district.

The late Mrs. Loiterton was admited to the District Hospital on Wednesday, and appeared to be doing well; but on Monday morning she took a bad turn, and passed away at noon.

Deceased is survived by her husband and three brothers and three sisters. There are no children. Her mother predeceased her just six months ago, and her father in 1910.

The late Mrs. Lolterton was a home loving woman, and always ready to help her church or the Red Cross and other institutions. For some time prior to her mother's death she had nursed and cared for her.

The sisters are Ethel (Mrs. Hedges, Auburn), Isabella (Mrs. Keogh, Kings vale), and Evelyn , (Mrs. Sivell, Bal main), brothers, Messrs. Walter Cod- dington (Carringbah), Hugh (Wallendbeen), and William, (Granvllle).

The funeral moved from St. Paul's Church of England, following a short service at 11.45 a.m., on Tuesday morning. Rev. White, from Young, conducted the services at the church and the graveside in the absence of the rector.

A number of beautiful wreaths were sent by friends and members of the family.
Coddington, Annie May (I1564)



Quite a gloom was cast over Junee when it was known that Mrs. Mabel Empire Sheather, aged 40 years, wife of Mr. Allan Sheather, had suddenly collapsed and died at the Junee District Hospital yesterday morning. Two weeks ago Mrs. Sheather had undergone an operation for appendicitis. She had made good progress and was to go home early this week. Born at Junee she was the youngest daughter of the late W. H. Hinchcliffe, who came to Junee in the late 90's, as a carpenter at Messrs Cohoe and Walster's foundry. Prior to her marriage she was on the staff of Mr. F. A. Cummins, solicitor, for some years. Mrs. Sheather, who was very fond of gardening, also took a keen interest in her husband's motor garage business in Broadway, where she was in daily attendance. In addition to her husband, she is survived by her aged mother; a young son, Darah and a young daughter, Ellen; also three brothers, Sidney (Wollongong), Claude (Taree), and Jack (Sydney), and three sisters, Mrs. J. Scanlon (Hilda), Sydney, Mrs. J. Treadwell (Alice) Sydney, and Mrs. A. Gibson (Lilian) Junee. Her father predeceased her at Junee two years ago. The funeral will take place to-morrow morning, the cortege moving from St, Luke's Manse, Junee, after a service to commence at 10 o'clock, for the Junee cemetery.
Hinchcliff, Mabel Empire (I17250)


Mrs. E. Sheather

The death took place at her sister's residence, 111 Western Road, Westmead, on Saturday, 29th August, of Mrs. Clorrie Sheather, wife of Edward Sheather, of 45 Jersey Road, Wentworthville.

Mrs. Sheather was the youngest daughter of the late William and Mary Beresford of 'Spring Vale,' Hay. She was born in Hay in 1870, and lived most of her young life in the district, which she vis ited periodically after.

Clorrie Beresford was married to Edward Sheather in Goulburn, in 1916, and made their home at Moss Vale. In more recent years they sold out and bought a place at Wentworthville where they lived until ill-health caused her to be moved to her sister's residence, where she could be cared for.
Beresford, Clarinda (I17143)



Many Cootamundra, Wallendbeen, Stockinbingal and district friends were shocked to hear of the death, in the Sacred Heart Hospital, Cootamundra, yesterday, of Mrs. Edith Loiterton, 40, wife of Mr. Fred. Loiterton of Yeo Yeo.

Deceased had only recently given birth to a baby son, who is now 11 days old. There are also two other young children. The children are Lorraine (4), Alison (18 months), and the baby, Stuart. The funeral was to leave the Church of England at 3 o'clock this afternoon. The late Mrs. Loiterton (nee Cropper) was an English girl, coming to Australia about 12 years ago. She married Mr. Loiterton at Cootamundra. A sister of the late Mrs. Loiterton, arrived in Australia two months ago, and is living near Melbourne.
Cropper, Edith (I1551)


Mrs. Ellen Maria Sheather

The death occurred at her residence, Newtown East, Narandera, on Monday evening last of an old and respected resident of the Narandera and Grong Grong districts in the person of Mrs. Ellen Maria Sheather, at the age of 86 years.

Mrs. Sheather was a native of Narellan, and was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Richard Bell, old residents of that district. When quite young she moved with her parents to Mundarlo, near Gundagai, her parents having acquired a farming property there. At Gundagai, at the age of 26, she married Mr. William Henry Sheather, a member of an old district family. They remained at Gundagai until 1896, when they moved to Grong Grong, where Mr. Sheather had acquired a small farming property.

Mrs. Sheather was at Gundagai at the time of the big flood which caused a great deal of damage in the district, and she often recounted incidents in connection with it.

At Grong Grong Mrs. Sheather was an enthusiastic worker for St Matthew's Church of England, and in her younger days she interested herself in the affairs of the Labour League.

Her husband died in 1914, and about eighteen years ago Mrs. Sheather came to Narandera to reside, and she remained here until the time of her death.

During her residence in the district Mrs. Sheather made many friends and was held in high esteem by all who knew her.

Deceased is survived by a family of five sons and two daughters. The sons are Albert E. (Bert) Sheather, Grong Grong; James Alfred, The Rock; George Albion, Grong Grong; Arthur E., Corobimilla, and Percy W., Grong Grong; and the daughters are Ada E. (Mrs. G. E. Smith, Merrylands, Grong Grong), and Elsie E. (Mrs. E. Kite, of Jingellic). She is also survived by an adopted son, Pte. Doug J Sheather of the ATF Egypt.

Two sons, William H. and John H., ' predeceased her.

The funeral took place on Wednesday last, when the remains were taken to Grong Grong for interment in the Church of England section of the cemetery at that centre.

The bearers were Messrs. Bert., George, Arthur, and Walter Sheather (sons).

The Rev. J. O. Were, Narandera, officiated at the graveside.

Messrs. Watkins Bros, carried out the funeral arrangements.
Bell, Ellen Maria (I18008)



The death occurred in the Sacred Heart Hospital on Saturday evening, after a short illness of Mrs. Esther Jane Wales, wife of Mr. Albert Wales, aged 62 years.

With her husband and family deceased had been a resident of Marengo Street, Young, for the past 40 years, and she was highly esteemedby a wide circle of friends, her sweet disposition and kind heartedness endearing her to all who knew her.

Until two years ago deceased had enjoyed the best of health. She received a stroke in 1929 which resulted in partial paralysis. This did not affect her good spirits, and she still remained active. Last Thursday week illness supervened and deceased was removed to hospital, where despite medical and nursing skill, she gradually declined and she passed peacefully away as stated.

The late Mrs. Wales was a native of Rye Park, the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Perks. She was married at Burrowa in 1889 and came to Young with her husband immediately after the wedding, and has resided here ever since. Her life was one of devotion and self sacrifice for her family, and her almost daily acts of kindness and neighbourliness to others in times of sickness and trial will long be remembered.

A family of one son and two daughters survive, another son Des mond having predeceased her about three years ago. , The surviving members are Mrs. A. Moate (Yass), Mrs. A. I'Anson (landra) j and Mr. Earl Wales (Young). Brothers and sisters of the deceased are Mrs. A. Plumb (Gunning), Mrs. B. Begg (Young), Mrs. Harry Perks (Mill- thorpe), and Mr. Joseph Perks (Orange). The funeral took place from Patterson's Funeral Parlours to the Methodist portion of the Young cemetery, where the body was laid to rest in the family grave. Despite the short notice and extreme heat, the funeral was largely at- tended. Rev. P. H. Curtis officiated, conducting a short service before the cortege moved to the cemetery. The pall-bearers were Mssrs. I. Joyce, W. Smithers and deceased two nephews, Messrs. Oliver and Roy Wales.

Many beautiful floral tributes were sent, including the following; Dad and the Girls; Eva and Jim Pizarro and family; Mr. and Mrs. Reg Foster, and Mr. O. Wales; Mrs. and Misses Tonkin; Ollie and Reg.; Ernest, Rebecca and Glad; Mrs. J. Wales; Claude, Ruby, Phyl and Joy; Fred, Lizzie and family; Mr. and Mrs. W. Sutton and family; Mr. and Mrs. J. F. Kleen and family; Mr. and Mrs. C. Price and family; Mr. and Mrs. Claude Symons; Eric, Angella, Bernie, Joan and Dick; Jean and Harold and others without cards attached. -- The Young Witness
Perks, Esther Jane (I193)



The death occurred on Friday of Mrs. Pearl Sheather, wife of Mr. Gearge Albion Sheather, of Grong Grong. Mrs. Sheather had lived in the Grong Grong district for a number of years, and was respected by all. The feeling of regret at her passing is very sincere. Mrs. Sheather was only 35 years of age and leaves a husband and eight children. The eldest is 14 and the youngest six months. Much sympathy is felt for the husband and children in their bereavement. The burial took place in the Church of England cemetery, Grong Grong, on Saturday. The Rev. C. A. Baker officiated at the graveside.
Fielding, Pearl Y (I18023)



The death occurred at her home, of Phyllis Nellie Aspland, 48, daughter of Mrs. Mutch and the late Robert Mutch. Born at Cootamundra, she married Leslie James Aspland, at Cootamundra, in 1916, and he and four children survive. A son is Raymond, of Young.

Daughters are Gweneth, (Mrs. E. Brown), Young, Audrey (Mrs. B. Mote), Bowral, Mona (Young).

Mr. Jack Mutch, of Auburn is a brother, and sisters are Mrs. Elma Rigney (Balgowlah, Manly) and Mrs. Ethel Long (Cootamundra). A brother predeceased her.

The remains were conveyed to the Methodist Church, where the Rev. L. A. R. Taylor conducted the service.

The coffin passed through a guard of honor composed of members of the Methodist Ladies' Guild. The interment took place at the Young cemetery, the family wreath being lowered with the remains.

Pallbearers were Mr. Claude Long (brother-in-law), Mr. Milton Mutch (cousin), and Messrs. F. Carnley and Alex Murray.

Mutch, Phyllis Nellie (I76)

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