Ann Forbes & Descendants

10 YARDS OF PRINTED COTTON
COULD HAVE MADE ONE WINTER DRESS APIECE
FOR 2 TEENAGE GIRLS IN LONDON
MADE BOLD BY YOUTH AND POVERTY
DID LYDIA TRIP DID I CRY OUT
WERE WE SEEN SMILING NERVOUSLY
OUTSIDE THE SHOP WE WERE CAUGHT
SENTENCED TO SWING FROM THE TYBURN TREE Continue reading →

Submitted by Lynne Bone (nee Ellem) April 2006

In March this year, 2006, we made a trip to Norfolk Island – a place we have always wanted to visit.

The courtesy bus dropped us off at our home for the next week – “Islander Lodge” and we made our way up the walkway to the units. Tagging along at the end of the group, I stopped to take a breather and turned around to look at the view.

Whack !!! ….. like a thump in the chest, it took my breath away and the tears welled up in my eyes.

Don’t ask me why !……sure the view was beautiful, but it was more than that. Continue reading →

Submitted by Laurel McMiles from replies to researchers for T2P prior to 1991

“Look for PRE 1900 Pioneer Register Newcastle and Lower Hunter Region. Thomas Huxley 2nd supposedly died Jerrys Plains 1851, however there is no documentation to prove this. Continue reading →

Submitted by Laurel McMiles with the persission of the writer.
Compiled by June Bigham daughter of Margaret Ann McDougall.

Lucinda’s uncle Frederick owned the Bridge Hotel at Nowra N.S.W. in 1895. William (Mac) McDougall was the owner of the Prince of Wales Hotel at Nowra, a widower age 52 at the time, he was as one would imagine finding it difficult to manage, Frederick introduced his niece Lucinda to William and they married on 6th March 1896. Lucinda was aged 36 at the time of the marriage. Continue reading →

Submitted by Laurel McMiles.
As copied from the Windsor Richmond Gazette.
Written over 7 weeks by Ernest Huxley in the latter part of 1929..

At the request of many sporting friends in Australia, India and England I have consented to relate some of my experiences on the Turf, extending over 49 years. In the year I was born, 1867, a disastrous flood swept over the country in which my parents had a farm at Sally’s Bottoms, several miles from Richmond (NSW). The members of one family, named Eather, were all drowned. Our family comprised, six children. The other five were sent to a place of safety in the township, while I was placed on a bed in the barn, where the water was nearly touching the mattress. Had I been unduly active at that age, I should eventually have been drowned. My father’s brother David arrived in the early morning and rescued me and my father and mother. We three joined the other members of our household in Richmond. Continue reading →