TROVE Tuesday – A cry for help

Week 34 OF 52 ANCESTORS CHALLENGE PROMPT: TRAGEDY Today’s article is just one small, very sad chapter in my maternal 3 x great grandmother’s life story. (1). Anne Mulvena nee Muldoon was born in 1831.(2 ) Her early life in County Fermanagh, Ireland was extraordinarily difficult. Anne was orphaned during the Great Famine and was…

Scenic Saturday – St Davids Park, Hobart Tasmania

My paternal 3 x great grandmother Melinda Woolley nee Bryant was buried here on 21 December 1858. St David’s Park, as the area is now called, is a peaceful and quite beautiful walled park of lawns and gardens in the centre of Hobart. It dates from the beginning of European settlement in 1804 when the…

Family Photo Friday: Great Aunt Iris

This week’s photo is of a paternal aunt, Iris Poolman née Harris. I chose this beautiful portrait to start the ‘Photo Friday’ series as it really captures the essence of the subject – a stylish woman who a niece recalls was “most attractive with lovely skin…the same until she died”. Born in 1910, Iris was…

Lynwood – A matter of perception

Two articles that were printed in the local paper, the Moruya Examiner, exactly 100 years ago made me realise how different people can have almost opposite opinions about the same thing, in this case a house. These articles describe my home Lynwood as an “exceptional first-class residence” and a “beautiful home” with a “large drawing…

Trove Tuesday: Only two pounds reward?

Today’s snippet from Trove – two notices in the Maitland Mercury of 24 January 1857 – makes me wonder about the relative value of grey horses and 10 year old boys at that tiime. Why was the reward for the horse set at three pounds while information about the boy was only set at two…

Rugby League AND Sweet Peas

As today is the first day of Spring and a perfect day for gardening, this little gem from TROVE is the perfect way to celebrate it. The article refers to to my paternal grandfather William Henry Allan Harris ( 1906-1985) – known to everyone except his grandchildren as Allan. We called him Da. I knew…