Tuesday 21 January 2020

Who was Great Aunt Susan?


52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks (2020)
Week 3 | Long Line

In reflecting on this topic in its most literal sense (as in ‘a long line of butchers’), I was a bit stuck for options. We have a tradition of teaching going back four generations from my generation.  And there’s at least a few generations of cordwainers on another branch but I haven’t done enough research to write about those ancestors yet.  So I’m going to take an alternate interpretation of the topic and write about a long line of inquiry I undertook that ultimately paid dividends in identifying a mystery photo brickwall.

Some years ago (probably around 2003), my mother entrusted me with my maternal Granny’s photo album. Most of the photos were no longer in their mounts and there was no apparent order to where they nestled in between the leaves of the album.  I began a process of sorting, scanning and identifying.  The majority could be linked to my Granny’s family.  There were only two clearly linked to her husband (my Pop).  And there was this one that was a complete mystery.

The photo was badly deteriorated and I really wanted to know who this lady was and if she was significant enough in our family tree for me to invest in having the image restored.  The only clue on the photograph was the name and location of the photographer – H. W. Pell, Kadina.  Kadina is on the Yorke Peninsula in South Australia, originally a mining settlement of mainly Cornish immigrants employed in the copper mines.  My maternal line is almost exclusively Queensland-based (back to the point of immigration to Australia) so this posed an immediate conundrum. 

I was able to establish that H.W. Pell had a studio in Kadina between 1906-1915, giving me a date range for the photo.  At the time I started this inquiry, the Pells still operated a studio in Kadina but they indicated that they did not have any records old enough to assist with this query.  Mum thought the image was related to her father (my Pop) but had no basis for this ‘feeling’.

I started by sending a copy of the photo to all of Mum’s siblings and cousins which failed to net any information.

From that point, each time I made contact with a newly discovered cousin in any maternal branch of my family, I would send them a copy of the photo and ask if they recognized the subject.  Each time the response was an apologetic ‘no’.  Continued research connected me with a cousin on the Betts line in 2009 and together we found a connection in our Betts family line to Wallaroo, South Australia, which is very close to Kadina.   It was a clue.

Three years later, in 2012, I made contact with additional Betts family members in South Australia and duly emailed a scanned copy of the photo.  Within a day and a half I had a reply back to say ‘yes, that photo was in his collection of Betts image’.  Notations in his mother’s hand on the back indicated that it was “Great Aunt Susan, spinster sister of Thomas Betts—lived in Queensland”.  Hallelujah!  This mystery lady now had a name. And, not only that, I knew exactly who she was.  And included a digital copy of his version of the photo, which was in much better condition than the one in my possession.

Susan Betts was my Pop’s mother, Annie Davey’s, sister and, as noted by my contact’s mother, was a spinster.  As an unmarried woman it has been challenging to find sufficient information to build her story.  

Susan was born in 1849 in Brill, Buckinghamshire to parents Richard John DeVere and Tracey (nee Goodgame) Betts.  By the age of 12 years, in 1861, she was working as a nursemaid for her uncle and aunt Edward and Susan Hyde (nee Betts).  Edward was a cordwainer and the couple had three daughters ages 5, 4, and 1 year.

Like many of her seven siblings, she immigrated to Australia although. Based on her death certificate this was round 1891 but identifying when and where she arrived has not been established. She settled in Queensland and from 1903 she appears in electoral rolls living in the Lutwyche and Nundah areas, which was close to her sister Elizabeth, and the Beaudesert area, which was close to her brother John.  Her brother Mark was also living in Brisbane, while other siblings had settled in South Australia.  The portrait of her taken in Kadina suggests that she visited family in South Australia at least once. For a few years, she worked as a nurse.

In her later years, Susan was living at the Aged Christian Women’s Home in New Farm.  Susan died in the Salvation Army Home on Morgan Street, in May 1933 from heart disease and a throat infection at the age of 83 years.

Susan is buried in Lutwyche Cemetery (Brisbane, Queensland) in a grave shared with her sister Elizabeth.





Sunday 12 January 2020

Siblings


52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks (2020)
Week 2 | Favourite Photo

Is it possible to have just one favourite photo? I’m fortunate to have a large collection of photos of my ancestral families and many are favourites for different reasons.  So I thought I’d treat this week’s challenge like a question in a Myers Briggs test and go with the first photo that popped into my mind when I read the topic. 



This photo features my granny, Mavis McKinlay, age 12 years, with her younger sister Rae and brother Jock, posed in their father’s Model T Ford.  The three siblings, the children of school teachers Frederick and Francia (nee Dow) McKinlay, were frequently photographed as a trio and generally appeared to be the best of friends, enjoying being photographed together.  When I revisited this photo to write this post, I was surprised to find that they don’t quite look their usual chipper selves.  Mavis is staring down the camera in a very direct way, almost glaring (which, in fact, is quite characteristic of her) and Jock looks a bit sceptical altogether. 

The photo was taken in January 1922 in Hamilton Creek (an outlying community of Mt Morgan in central Queensland) and, given this timing and the badge on Mavis’ hat ribbon, may have been taken on the first day of school for the year.   By this time, Mavis had commenced her secondary school education at Mt Morgan High School, while Rae and Jock would have still been attending Hamilton Creek State School, where their father Fred was head teacher.

This photo is made more of a favourite due to some snippets of priceless information I received a few years ago that adds a dimension to the story that the photo tells.  Mt Morgan High School celebrated its centenary in 2012 and I obtained a copy of the book published for the anniversary.  In it was an article about a former student, who I calculated would have attended the school at the same time as Mavis, who, somewhat surprisingly,  was still alive.  This seemed pretty remarkable and I was immediately keen to see if I could meet him and if he would remember my Granny.  Remember, family history is all about the long shot.  I contacted the school centenary committee who put me in touch with his daughter (who had submitted the article) and discovered that this gentleman was residing in an aged care facility only an hour’s drive from my home. I arranged to visit despite the daughter indicating that she didn’t think he’d remember much.  And I’m so glad that I did.  Not only was it an absolute treat to meet 103 year-old Lyle, but once I was there in person and mentioned the McKinlay name, he immediately said ‘Oh yes! McKinlay! He was the school teacher chap. Drove his daughters to school every day in his Model T Ford’.  He couldn’t add much more detail than this but I was thrilled.

It’s a seemingly tiny detail but a lovely qualitative piece of information, obtained firsthand, to add to the family story and to the context of this photo.  I feel quite pleased to know that my gr-grandfather drove my granny to school every day and that he was an involved and presumably kind father.  And, given that Lyle remembered this detail  90 years later, suggests that getting driven to school was not a very common occurrence in Mt Morgan at that time.

So what did life hold in store for this trio? Here’s their very brief bios.

Mavis (1909-1984), academically talented and a competitive swimmer, followed family tradition and trained as a teacher.  After a few years doing relief teaching, she married World War I veteran Ernest Frank Davey and raised six children on a small crops farm in Eight Mile Plains, near Brisbane.

Rae (1909-1991) also trained as a teacher and worked briefly prior to her engagement and marriage to Leslie Lyon Bell.  The couple lived in Brisbane and had one daughter. 

Jock (1915-1954) trained as a pilot in the RAAF and received a commission to the RAF in 1937 which found him in England when World War II broke out.  After several years’ active duty with the RAF in Bomber Command and as an instructor in the Empire Air Training Scheme, Jock returned to Australia and continued serving the war effort flying Catalinas for the RAAF.  After the war, he married his childhood sweetheart (and first cousin) Jean McKinlay.  He died tragically in 1954 in an industrial accident, leaving his devastated wife with four children under the age of seven years.

Accentuate the positive: a reflection on my 2019 genealogy year




Jill Ball, GeniAus, has thrown out this challenge  (thanks for sharing Judy Webster) and I thought I’d give it a go.

The goal is to reflect on genealogical ventures over the past year, with the tag line ‘Accentuate the Positive’. I’m pretty sure this is a line from a song, and the next line is ‘eliminate the negative’ (I’ve googled, it’s Bing Crosby).   But, of course, when I read Jill’s challenge my thoughts were immediately along the lines of ‘I didn’t do anything last year’, ‘I achieved nothing’, ‘I wasted time’. It’s human nature to focus on what we didn’t achieve and berate ourselves for the undone things still on our list, rather than the things that we did cross off. Or the things that we did that weren’t even on a list but that were equally or more important or rewarding. So thanks Jill and Judy for making me really stop and reflect on what genealogy adventures I did have last year (even if it was a year that was a bit research-lite).

1. An elusive ancestor I found was… Well, I can’t take credit for the finding but I connected with a previously un-met cousin who, via a blog post of mine, connected with a French researcher who helped unravel the mystery of the origins of our mutual ancestor Mathurin Charles Leon DeLaine and met up with a distant cousin in France who took her to the village from which our ancestor originated (See post from 8 February 2018).

2. A great newspaper article I found was…an obituary of James Buckley that was sufficiently interesting to inspire me to do more research into this gentleman. He’s not family but lies in the grave beside my gr-gr-grandparents in Maryborough – always good to know your neighbours 😊

3. A geneajourney I took was… to Maryborough, several times. I go there regularly, it’s only two hours up the road and so filled with both Queensland history and my family’s history, it never fails to delight. This year was special because I spent time with my cousin George and his wife Denise, both passionate family historians, who inspired me to revisit research and collaborate with them on our common ancestry.

4. I located an important record. Maybe not located, but accessed. The store accounts of my gr-gr-grandmother Catherine Elizabeth Dow at Brennan & Gerraghty’s store in Maryborough. Mundane, perhaps, but how fascinating to find out what your ancestors bought on what day and for how much over 100 years ago. Not just a contextual idea based on trends at a point in time, but the exact details.

5. A newly found family member shared the story of her trip to France during which she met up with a distant cousin on our shared French line who took her to the villages from which that line of our family originated.

6. A geneasurprise I received was… finding six month old comments on a blog post that included links to original vital records in France and the email address of an unmet cousin. Extra bonus I found these comments just a few weeks before a planned trip to Adelaide, where the cousin lives. Serendipity for sure. (Note to self: always make sure the ‘receive alerts’ setting is active on your blog.)

7. My 2019 social media post that I was particularly proud of was … my blog post on James Buckley (see #2 above). It didn’t necessarily get great views or hits, but I was proud to have stuck with the research into this unrelated man and complete a story on him. 

8. I made a new genimate who is also a distant cousin who had made significant inroads on a stubborn branch of the family. 

9. A new piece of technology or skill I mastered was how to tinker with (some might call it ‘customizing’) my blog to improve its look and feel, make it something I felt more proud of, and re-inspire me to post more actively (thanks Carmel). Although perhaps the ‘post more regularly part’ didn’t quite come to fruition.

10. I joined more family history groups on Facebook for a constant flow of new ideas, interesting stories, and handy hints.

11. A genealogy education session or event from which I learnt something new was…each one that I attended but standouts were Blaine Bettinger (DNA) and Eric Kopittke (German research).

12. A blog post that taught me something new was…I think it was a journal article not a blog post, but tips for uploading personal/family photos to Flickr so that they feed to Trove.

13. A DNA discovery I made was… that I have a LOT to learn in area of using DNA for family history research.

14. I taught a genimate how to… I host a program of family history workshops at work each year – hopefully at least some of the attendees were inspired to start or pursue their research.

15. A brick wall I demolished was … see #1. Not demolished and I didn’t do it but a stubborn branch unravelled through teamwork.

16. A great site I visited was.. Brennan & Gerraghty’s Store. (I’m sure this question meant website, but visiting physical sites is a key part of family history research).

17. A new genealogy/history book I enjoyed was…A letter from Paris: a true story of hidden art, lost romance, and family reclaimed by Louisa Deasey

18. It was exciting fascinating to finally meet… Jack Charles, Australian actor, musician, potter, and Aboriginal elder. He wasn’t on a list of ‘people I’d like to meet’ but the opportunity arose and it was quite an experience.

19. I am excited for 2020 because every day of every year is an opportunity to research and discover who knows what. And maybe, just maybe, this is the year when work stays on an even keel and I can research regularly.

20. Another positive I would like to share is ... the absolute joy and satisfaction I felt at following through on my longheld plan of restoring the grave of my gr-gr-granpdarents (that houses a few other family members as well) in Maryborough Cemetery and holding a small rededication ceremony which was attended not only by family members but representatives from Maryborough (Qld) District Family History Society and Mayor George Seymour, complete with a piper to honour our Scottish heritage.