Category Archives: Family History

These are pieces written for my UTAS Family History Course or research pieces

Hardiman Family in Galway

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In 1754 Horace Walpole introduced the word Serendipity. It means a “fortunate happenstance” or “pleasant surprise”. He wrote a letter to a friend, and to explain an unexpected discovery he referenced a Persian fairy tale, The Three Princes of Serendip.

Do you believe in Serendip?   I do especially after this morning.  I opened Facebook and the very first post was by the Irish Genealogical Research Society containing an item about the Hardimans.   Why is this so noteworthy?  Just two days ago I posted on several genealogical Facebook pages asking if anyone was researching the Hardiman name from Galway.  My maternal grandmother’s maiden name was Hardiman.  The family came to Australia in the mid-1800s.

The following is from a post I listed on 31/01/2016.Eureka!  I think I may have found the mass immigration mentioned in the document listed below.  The Fulwood arrived in Australia in 1854. Now I have the task of identifying the 40 first cousins  —   What a find

The placid waters of Lake Boga know the savage with his rude bark canoe no more. The kangaroo cloaks and the jagged fish spears may be found in the museums, the reversible hut has been superseded, and on the rising ground where the native village stood there is now to be seen a large, handsome mansion, tenanted by the tall chieftain of another and a different ” tribe.” This is Mr. Hardiman, who, in the dark days of ’47, left old Gcountygalway2alway far behind him, and, with no fewer than forty first cousins of his own in the same ship, sought a home in this country. In addition to those many ties of consanguinity, Mr. Hardiman is now the father of eleven strapping Irish Victorians. Thanks to his own industry, he has become the possessor of broad acres in this fertile region; but though fortune has richly favoured him under Austral skies, he still looks with an exile’s regret and an exile’s hope to the land of his origin.

[1] 1893 ‘MURRAYANA.’, Advocate (Melbourne, Vic. : 1868 – 1954), 14 October, p. 17, viewed 26 January 2016.

Twelve months have gone by and I have not had the time to delve into the Hardiman family research. I think the universe is trying to tell me something.  This is the post – Interesting book free online 19th-century look at the history of Galway on galwaynet.

http://www.galway.net/galwayguide/history/hardiman/

Now I have no excuse. I don’t know if this James Hardiman is any relation, but I guess there is a good chance.  Stay tuned for the next update because somehow over the next month I will find the time to do some more digging into the Hardimans of Galway.

Marriage Bennett & Wallace

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Keith and Annie 1927 Mildura

1927  Mildura   Marriage of Roger Keith Bennett to Annie May Wallace

Left to right

Mary Beatrice Wallace  Roger Keith Bennett Annie Wallace  Frank L G Lawn

picture Ancestry submitted by Kylie Garlando 2013

Marriage  Vic BDM 1927/2830

Death  Vic BDM  1934/16731     Father Robert Wallace  Mother Susan English

1928 Electoral Role  shows Roger and Annie  at San Mateo Ave Mildura  Box 345

1931 Electoral Roll  shows Annie  same address as above

1931 Electoral Roll shows Roger Keith at 13th Street  Mildura

Annie May Bennett Death Certificate

Annie May died 15th August 1934, from Pancreatitis following a Hysterectomy.  She left behind two daughters  Margaret aged 7 and Patricia aged 5

Her usual residence recorded on the death certificate is  Eaglesham Street Mildura  – this is  also the address given by her brother in law Thomas Henry Phillip Bennett and her mother in law Nellie Bennett.

I love family history – I have made contact tonight  with  Roger Keith and Annie May’s great-grand- daughter  ❤

 

The Bennetts of Campbell’s Creek

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Wow so much is happening and I am getting back into the family history research.  Trying to pick up after 30 years of  bits and pieces of research. Everything is so much easier now as a lot of information is online. But there are traps for players. I use Ancestry to access rate books census documents etc and keep a rudimentary tree  online.  The hints they refer to in the TV advertisement are a real trap. I see trees with surnames I have never heard of linked to mine. This can happen and it is  telling me all sorts of things  that have obviously not been thoroughly researched. In the early days, I made the same mistakes.  Now I work on the assumption that unless I have documentary evidence to substantiate a claim  then it is possibly not correct.   For example,  one of my paternal great-grandmothers  had 4 children and from the birth records it is obvious that they were twins  as the Victorian Birth Deaths and Marriages records record them as follows:

Born to Henry BENNETT  & Nellie BATTS   married 1901/5795

Jack Webster BENNETT   Birth  1914/33603

William James BENNETT    Birth  1914/33604

William James BENNETT Death 1915/ 2524

The twins  had an older sister (Dorothea Isobel) and two  older brothers (Thomas Henry Phillip & Roger Keith ); born  1902,1903 and 1906.

The question that arises is what happened between 1907 and 1914  as there are no other recorded births?    Henry Bennett FamilyGroupRecord

 

Thomas Hardiman

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Thomas Hardiman

OK  now here is Thomas or TomHardiman as he was known. A farmer and a policeman who worked most of his life at Melbourne West and North Melbourne Police Stations,  He married Margaret Skram and was my maternal great grandfather.  He is in the second row of the group photo and is standing second from the left.  It is thought that te photo may have been taken at Raheen the residence of Archbishop Mannix.

 

Thomas Hardiman 2

The Hardiman’s come to Australia

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Eureka!  I think I may have found the mass immigration mentioned in the document listed below.  The Fulwood arrived in Australia in 1854. Now I have the task of identifying the 40 first cousins  — I know John McHugh was one of them —   What a find

 

The placid waters of Lake Boga know the savage with his rude bark canoe no more. The kangaroo cloaks and the jagged fish spears may be found in the museums, the reversible hut has been superseded, and on

the rising ground where the native village stood there is now to be seen a large, handsome mansion, tenanted by the tall chieftain of another and a different ” tribe.” This is Mr. Hardiman, who, in the dark days of ’47, left old Galway far behind him, and, with no fewer than forty first cousins of his own in the same ship, sought a home in this country. In addition to those many ties of consanguinity, Mr. Hardiman is now the father of eleven strapping Irish Victorians. Thanks to his own industry, he has become the possessor of broad acres in this fertile region; but though fortune has richly favoured him under Austral skies, he still looks with an exile’s regret and an exile’s hope to the land of his origin

[1] 1893 ‘MURRAYANA.’, Advocate (Melbourne, Vic. : 1868 – 1954), 14 October, p. 17, viewed 26 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article170512561

 

ANNIES FUNERAL

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This is the final chapter of Annies story. It differs from a previous posting as it has been edited and a bibliography attached. I hope you have enjoyed getting to know Annie Canning-Skram-Lennon as much as I have enjoyed writing the stories about her.

FOR THE LOVE OF ANNIE

Phew…what was that stink!

Looking around, Fred couldn’t see anything to cause the smell. Then looking at his boots, he saw they were covered in the foul smelling, turd coloured clay from the gravesite.

Pulling the trap to the side of the Lockwood-road, the hot tears burnt his cheeks. He felt the bile rise in his throat. Leaning over the side of the trap, he spewed until his belly was empty. In his mourning black, he was sweating heavily. It was unseasonably hot for July. He sat, still and lost in thought.

Old man Skram was at the funeral, her children weren’t. Margarethe was in Melbourne with her husband and Will was on the farm at Benjeroop. They had lives of their own. They never sought her out, although she never gave up hope.

He’d done the right thing burying his beloved Annie under her proper married name, Skram. It was the same with the paperwork, he had made sure all the information was on there. He’d wanted her buried with their baby girl, Letitia, but Skram wouldn’t allow it. So she was buried nearby as close as he could get her. He grinned, it helped to have a brother- in-law who was an undertaker. Sawyer saw to it that everything was done right. Annie deserved a good send off. She’d earned  it. Thank God, Sawyer organised it, he was still too shaken to even think straight.

She’d only been sick such a short time and now she was gone. She was so alive, and she loved to dance and laugh. Married and dead in the same year.

Annie me love, I’ve never regretted a minute of it. We’d some good times. I still expect you to come round the corner of the yard, flapping your pinny at the chooks and telling me to get down off the cart and get me lazy backside inside, that there’s another barrel that needs tapping.

Whist away with you Fred Lennon, you lazy bugger leaving me to do all the work as usual. God Annie, you were so beautiful, black hair, blue eyes and beautiful skin. A typical Irish girl, and with a temper to boot. I don’t know how I am going to manage without you.

Fred realised he must have spoken aloud as the horse was restless. They had waited for her children to marry. They’d shared a good life together, near on twenty years. Everyone knew they weren’t man and wife afore the service. Never the less they’d come to their wedding and celebrated. Four months later, they had come to bury her.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he reached for the water bag on the side of the trap, and lifting the damp canvas to his lips and took a long, deep swallow. Then pulling a white kerchief from his pocket, he wet it with the cool water and mopped his face. He stuck his boots over the side of the wheel and poured some of his precious water over them trying to remove the clay. He realised he was still crying, today was the first time he had cried since his Annie had passed.

Putting the water bag back on the hook, he wiped his face. Balling the kerchief he threw it under the seat and picking up the reins slapped them against the horse’s rump. If he didn’t hurry he’d be late, No one had gone past him on the road, but they may have taken the other track . Either way, they’d not be far behind. Flicking the reins, the horse broke into a trot in a hurry to get back to his stable.

Driving the trap into the empty yard behind the Queens Head, the horse came to a halt outside the stable door. Fred sat, the reins limp in his hands, struggling to compose himself. The drive from the cemetery had taken well over an hour. No time to think, the horse needed wiping down and the trap put away and he was needed inside. Little Ben appeared as if by magic and started to unbuckle the harness.

‘Mister Fred, there be people in the front parlour waiting fer you. You best change them boots before you go inside or Miss Annie will have at ya,’ realising what he’d said he clapped his hand over his mouth.

‘Mister Fred, I’m sorry I meant…’ His voice trailed off and he busied himself moving the horse out of the trap harness.

Walking over to the boy Fred put his hand on his shoulder, ‘It’s alright Ben, I know. I miss her too. I’ll change me boots in the tack room. Clean ’em for me later will you.’

‘Righto Mr Fred, they be looking like new when I finish with ‘em.’

In the tack room, Fred removed his mourning coat and hung it on the hook. His brown jacket, the one she’d bought as a wedding present, all the way from Melbourne, was hanging where she left it. He picked it up, smelling her perfume on the fabric, he put it on and changed his boots.

At the kitchen door, he could hear the women’s voices, he could smell the bread baking and the meat roasting. The heat hit him in the face as he opened the door.

‘Mr Fred, where’ve you bin?’ Ginny came running to him, she grabbed him by the arm. ‘The bar and the front parlour are packed tight, they’re there awaiting for you.’

The hotel was bursting at the seams. Everyone had come to pay their respects to Annie. He saw Skram’s pale face in the crowd, they had both loved and lost her.

Fred rang the bell over the bar.

He turned to face his friends, ‘Thank you all for coming and the tables are set up outside. But before we go out to eat, please, raise your glasses to Annie. The best wife and friend a man could have. To Annie.’

Their voices rang out, strong and clear, ‘To Annie.’

(word count 1000 words)

 Bibliography

A Canning  1854  Series: VPRS 7666; Series Title: Inward Overseas Passenger Lists (British Ports) [Microfiche Copy of VPRS 947] viewed  26 September 2015

Marriage Certificate Canning /Skram VPRO  2618/1866

Birth Certificate M Skram VBDM Index  19421/1867

Birth Certificate W Skram  VBDM Index 25923/1870

Birth Certificate L Skram VBDM Index  12415/1873

Death Certificate L Skram VBDM Index  14909/1875

Marriage Certificate M Skram/Hardiman  VBDM Index  2717/1887

Marriage certificate A Canning/Lennon VBDM Index  3819/1896

Death Certificate A Canning/Lennon/Skram VBDM Index  8638/1896

Marriage Certificate  W Skram /Kelly  VBDM Index  1718/1898

1880 ‘COURT OF INSOLVENCY.’, Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 – 1918), 10 September, p. 3, viewed 28 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88637778

1883 ‘CITY POLICE COURT.’, Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 – 1918), 22 May, p. 3, viewed 28 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88516160

1889 ‘FIRE AT LOCKWOOD.’, Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 – 1918), 20 February, p. 3, viewed 28 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88583465

1892 ‘BENDIGO DISTRICT ANNUAL LICENSING COURT.’,Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 – 1918), 15 December, p. 3, viewed 28 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88607233

1892 ‘LICENSING COURT.’, Bendigo Advertiser (Vic. : 1855 – 1918), 13 September, p. 3, viewed 28 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article88603876

Death Certificate F Lennon VBDM Index  1692/1898

Death certificate J Skram VBDM Index  9119/1903

Morse, L 2016 For the love of Annie (Blog) justmecreativewriter. http://justmecreativewiter.wordpress.com/?s=for+the+love+of+annie, accessed 28 Jan 2016

Remembrance Parks Burial records  Skram A & L   accessed 26 December 2015 http://rpcv.com.au/deceased-search/?sn=Skram&gn=&yod=

ANNIE EDINBURGH CASTLE HOTEL 1871

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ANNIE EDINBURGH CASTLE HOTEL 1871

‘Joe I can’t do this no more. You be working day and night and if you not be working here on the farm, you be out there searching for gold. I can’t stay locked away out here all the time. I won’t!’

‘For God’s sake woman, what do you want?  You’ve got the Hardimans at Benjeroop and the Hetheringtons are just down the way.  I don’t understand what you want.’

‘I want to be in town Joe. Where there be people I can talk to. Places I can shop instead of waiting four days to get me supplies.’

‘What would you say if we invest some money in town, say in a public house, would that help Annie? You can run it while I keep on here.  I’ll come down now and again to give you a hand.  You can take young Lennon with you.  He can do the heavy work.’

‘What about the children, will you be happy with Margarethe and Willy in a public house? Oh Joe, tell me you will.’

Annie hopped from one foot to the other, waiting for his answer. Looking at her he saw a glimpse of the young headstrong girl he’d married.  He couldn’t refuse her.  It would be a good investment, they had to look to the future.

‘Annie, calm down, calm down!’  Holding her, he kissed her.  ‘There’s a licensing hearing next week.  The Edinburgh Arms in the High Street needs a new licensee.  We’ll put in an application if that makes you happy.’

 

Image   Creator: Bardwell’s Royal Studio  Source: Museum Victoria This image is: Public Domain  Item MM 2032Negative – Ballarat, Victoria, circa 1890  Showing The Edinburgh Castle Hotel

 

HER SECRET

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Is there anything more frustrating than family folklore that becomes embedded in the fabric of your family’s history?  Short answer no! These will o’ the wisp tales take on some form of Holy Grail that must not be disputed. Often they simply hide family secrets.

An example is Ada Maria Elliman. Ada or ‘Naunt” as she was known in the family. An incredibly private and strong woman.  The story she told was, she was born in New Orleans of mixed blood, her word was Octoroon.  Why did a woman born in Dromana around 1871[i]  invent such a story?   She was a tall good looking woman, who never married. She had two children out of wedlock, Ethel Arthamecy registered 1893[ii] and Fredrick Ernest registered 1895[iii].  Both were registered a Schnapper Point, Dromana. Looking at the siblings, it is obvious they have the same father.  The plot thickens, both children possessed dark skin tones, dark curly hair, brown eyes and snub noses. These physical traits were passed down to Fred’s daughter who was known as “Ginny” by the family. Her name is Patricia.

Ada consistently misrepresented the truth. Shortly before she died[iv], she burnt all her personal papers. She never revealed the father’s name. She was cremated. Her ashes were scattered.  The secret died with her. No evidence of her life remains except in public records

[i] Victorian Birth Deaths and Marriages  15071/1871

[ii] Victorian Birth Deaths and Marriages  12174/1893

[iii] Victorian Birth Deaths and Marriages  15927/1895

[iv] Victorian Birth Deaths and Marriages 5642/1952

 

ANZAC DAY by D BENNETT

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1916 ‘IRYMPLE SCHOOL.’, Mildura Telegraph and Darling and Lower Murray Advocate (Vic. : 1914 – 1918), 25 April, p. 2, viewed 24 January, 2016, http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article154303876

Written by my grandmother, Dorothea Bennett aged 14

for the FIRST ANZAC DAY CELEBRATIONS 1916

IRYMPLE SCHOOL.

Anzac Day is not a day of rejoicing but a day for the commemoration of the lives of those brave soldiers who fell in that wonderful landing. After a period of training in Egypt, the Australians landed at Anzac Cove on the 25th April 1915 — a day that will live in the memory of the Australians forever, for it has caused the name of Australia to stand high throughout the world.

There has been no finer feat throughout the whole of this war than that sudden landing in the dark, and the storming of the heights of those steep formidable cliffs in scrub several feet in height, which formed such   ideal places for snipers, as the Australians found to their cost. Even that famous landing at Wolfe’s Cove on the St. Lawrence, just above Quebec, in 1759 is not to be compared in difficulty and danger to the famous landing of our brave boys. When General Sir W. R. Birdwood took over the command of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps he was asked to select a telegraphic code address for his army corps, and he selected the word ‘Anzac,’ from Australian New Zealand Army Corps. The name was then given to the beach where they landed, and the soldiers who took part in it were called Anzacs. Many Anzacs have been awarded the V.C., the D.S.O., the D.C.M., and other -orders for their heroism, but sh! the numbers that have not come under official notice.

Their heroic acts are treasured in the memory of the mate who was carried helpless and wounded into safety, with the bullets raining upon him and shells bursting overhead, or gently nursed when disease came upon him suddenly, there are many of these heroic acts that will never be known. On Thursday afternoon, April 20th, Anzac Day is to be celebrated in the State Schools. We expect one or two returned ‘Anzacs’ to come out to our school to address us. We shall have a program of patriotic choruses and solos, interspersed with addresses by Anzacs and leading citizens. The program will also include Kipling’s, and ‘O! God our help in ages past,’ then the flag will be saluted and the National Anthem sung, followed by the soldiers’ hymn. A medallion is being specially designed for school children to commemorate Anzac Day and is to be sold on April 20th. Every child should have one.

DOROTHEA BENNETT. Irymple State School, No. 317-t.