Showing posts from 2018

Third Question in the Quiz

Question 3.

What was parked on the street?  [8/2/2017]

Bye for now,

Second Question in the Quiz

Qusetion 2

Where did I have dinner?     [25/2/2016]

Bye for now,

Lost in DNA Weekend Part 2.

Sunday morning dawned grey and cool but nothing would keep intreped genealogists returning to the conference centre, for more DNA talks.
I woke early, as is my habit and went for a walk along the forshore of Darling Harbour.

This was my view and in amongst the trees, at the back of the photo I spotted this. I'm now on a quest to find out what is it about.

The building, opposite my hotel has a very interesting design.

 Early morning, on Sydney Harbour. Goat Island is to the right, the yellow shed and Bald's Head, is in the distance,

Sunrise was peaking through the clouds and buildings as I made my way back to the hotel and to get organised for the day.
Day two of our "Lost In' weekend had the room filling earlier than on Saturday, as we were all aeger to learn more.

Heather Garnsey was today's chair and she also gave a short talk on how she broke one of her brick walls, using DNA, but did it?  
Louise Coakley was our first speaker, of the day, with the important t…

Lost in DNA Weekend Part 1. (my 600th post)

Now the title of this post might have you scratching your head and wondering, 'what is she going on about?'  But if you belong to the Society of Australian Genealogists,  you will know what I'm talking about.

Twice a year the Society has 'Lost In' weekends, covering a wide range of topics, some are face-to-face and some are webinars. Both are great. This past weekend was held at the Portside Conference Centre, Sydney, on Saturday and Sunday.
Some of the group, early on Saturday morning. The room was filled, both days.

The topic for the weekend was DNA and whilst we aren't NCIS Agents, looking for a killer, we are still trying to find that elusive ancestor, who is just out of our reach. Or so they thought!

Saturday was a warm, humid day in Sydney, just the sort of day you want, when digging for ancestors. The Society had put together a varied program, so that novices and experts were covered. Martyn Killion was our chair and started the d…

My Blogaversary Month Quiz,

This month is my anniversary of my joining the world of blogging.

 For the next four (4) Thursdays I am going to post a question and give a clue as to where the answer might be found. What you have to do is find the answer and the in the LAST post there will be the instructions on how to enter, to win the prize.

In the LAST post I will give my email address and the FIRST CORRECT enrty will win. I will be checking the date and time, to be fair.  The prize can only be used in Australia, sorry but it works better for me to do it that way.

Drum Roll.

Question 1.

Where did I go and what did I do?    [look at 23/5/2014]

Good Luck.

Bye for now,

12 Ancestors in 12 Months: Joan Violet SIGRIST.

Born 19 November 1920, Died 4 November 1994. Joan was the second daughter of Frederick Sigrist and Elsie Ironside. As a young child, she suffered the loss of her father, when she was six months old and her mother, when she was three. Her and Edna were ‘fostered’ by family members.
                                           Joan, as a toddler.
She travelled to England, where she worked for a while. Joan was a draughtswoman and she drew the maps for the book, The Sleeping City. The Story of the Rookwood Necropolis.  Joan was also involved with the ‘Friends of Rookwood’, giving tours and taking photos.

Taking photos, opera and ballet were her hobbies. She loved the Joan Sutherland. She also painted and one of her works hangs on our lounge room wall.
When Joan died in 1994, she was cremated and her ashes are in a special rose garden at Rookwood.

(Joan was a much loved Aunt. I don't have her certificates.)

INVICTUS GAMES For Our Wounded Warriors Part 2

Friday 26 October and it was an early start, for us as we had to be seated by 8.00am for the Wheelchair Basket to start at 9.00am. And it was well worth it!

An interesting fact; wheelchair basketball was first played on 25 November 1946, when a group of American Veterans wanted to become active again, after suffering spinal cord injuries, in World War II.

For the details of how it is played, please see my previous post; Invictus Games, For Our Wounded Warriors Part 1,

Fast and furious is the only was to describe the two games we saw.

Game one was New Zealand v Canada, with New Zealand winning. Again the mateship shone through, with both coahes going to the aid of players, who had tipped their chairs over. They were also cheered, like the players, were. There was also a bit of fun, with a Kiwi player giving the referee the evil eye, and the referee and player laughing about it.

Such is the spirit of th…

INVICTUS GAMES 2018 For Our Wounded Warriors Part 1.

For three days this week I have been privileged to watch some amazing athletes from 18 counteries. But I digress, as I should first explain what the Invictus Games are.

The Invictus Games are the brainchild of HRH The Duke of Sussex, back when he was a serving member of the British Forces, in Afghasistan. He speaks of returning to Britian, by plane, with several critically injured servicemen and the body of a Danish soldier. He later saw the Warrior Games in the USA and from there the idea was born.

This link explains it better.

This link is to the Australian games site.

(Just a note all sports have been adapted due to special needs of the competitors. These are explained on the website.)

Tuesday 23 October and my daughter and I had tickets for the medal rounds of  Sitting Volleyball. Walking from the P1 parking to the Quaycentre was a hike, (yes I know check the map, before parking,) we soake…

Writing and an Interesting Drive Home.

Last night I attended a writing workshop at Writing NSW,   on Finding the detail: research tools for writers, presented by Eleanor Limprecht.  Eleanore has written three novels, many articles and reviews and she gave insights into her research.   You can read more about her books on her website.

It was held at Writing NSW, headquaters, at Callan Park.

On the handout Eleanore had a quote from Paul Auster, an American writer and director, which said, "The truth of the story lies in the detail."  It is the details that we find, for our ancestors that make them real for us and so it should be when we write about them.

Eleanor covered topics from Why Research? What are our resources? Types of information. Ways to organise your research. Ethical Considerations. And the one we all struggle with, How to put research aside and write.

I found that how she researches, for her novels, isn't that different to how I and…

Exploring My DNA Journey.

Next month I’m attending a two day seminar on DNA and as I know next to nothing about mine, I’m spending some time looking at my three DNA test results.
This test was done through My Heritage and it didn’t give me any surprises. My paper trail shows English, Irish, Scottish and German heritage, so this is pretty close. (Not a full breakdown shown.) Europe100%
North and West Europe82.6%
Irish, Scottish, and Welsh60.4%
North and West European0.0%
East Europe 17.4%
East European17.4%

Still Pondering My Status As An Australian Updated

Back in November, last year, posted this piece, very tounge in cheek, as to wether I was really a Pom.

I contacted Family Wise Ltd [ ] and asked them to look into it for me. Here is their reply,

"Following a conversation with the Home Office this morning, it depends on your father’s nationality at the time of your birth. If he was born a British citizen, you would be considered British by descent but only if your father was still a British citizen when you were born."

Now I have to contact the Department of Home Affairs and see what they say. 

What started as a bit of curiosity, is now something I really want to find out.

Watch this space!

Just a recap, for those who didn't see the original post.

My Dad was born in 1896, when New South Wales was still a British Colony. 
While it was called Australia, it didn't become federated until 1901.
See my dilemma?

Bye for now,

Blogiversary, in November

Late in 2017, I wrote that I was going to do some different things, with my blog in 2018.

One was the 12 Ancestors in 12 Months. I'm 10/12ths through that and it has been fun finding interesting bits to post.

Two was the A-Z Challenge I did in June. As I said when I finished, I won't do that again. It is hard to find something different and interesting and this year I made it genealogy based and that really stretched me.

Third was something to do with my Blogiversary, in November.  Well I've had a conversation with the person and worked out how I can do it, so it will happen.

What I'm planning is a series of five questions, about different blog posts. These questions will be posted on different days and you will need to get all the questions and then EMAIL me the answers, in one post. First correct one in wins a prize.  Each time I put up a question, I'll remind you that you have to get all five before emailing me and I won't post the email address until the la…

12 Ancestors in 12 Months: Lilian Eveline GALBRAITH

Lilian, (Mum) was born on 22 October 1911[1], at Regent Street Camperdown, to Arthur Galbraith and Evelin Jasper. She was their second child, with Edith being her big sister. Eight more siblings would follow.

Aged 12 months.
She was baptised at St Stephen’s Newtown on 22 November 1911, confirmed and had her First Communion, at Holy Trinity, Erskineville on 19 September 1926.
                                                              St Stephen's Newtown.
Snippets Mum talked about were, attending school at Erskineville Public School, where she and some of the other girls, would ask for help with their work and then pass it on to each other, working in Allen’s Cake Shop, at Erskineville, working in a shoe factory, outings with church friends, trips to Katoomba, with her family and walking home during ‘brownouts’, in World War 2.

Mum was married twice and widowed twice. Her legacy, two daughters, four grandchildren and six great-grandchildren.

Lilian, with her sister Vera.
[1] NS…

12 Ancestors in 12 Months: September. Frederick Charles SIGRIST

As I promised in the May Ancestor post on, Elsie Ironside. Here is the story of her husband.

Frederick Charles Sigrist was born 18 September 1890[1], to Frederick Sigrist and Mary Ann Hudson. He was their fourth child. The family had a bakery in Denison Street, Woollahra.
                                                         Frederick Charles Sigrist.
I don’t know anything about Fred’s childhood or how he met Elsie, things we should have asked Mum about.
On 5 April 1919[2] he married Elsie Minnie Ironside, at St Michael’s Church, Flinders Street, Surry Hills. Their first child, a daughter, Edna, was born in May 1920 and in November 1929 a second daughter, Joan was born. The family was living at Fairmount Street, Lakemba, at this time.
Fred worked as a telephone mechanic and whilst he was installing their phone, running the wire under the house, he scratched his knee. Thinking that it was ‘just a scratch,’ he continued to work. This was early March 1930. By 3 April 1930[3] he was de…

A Lightbulb Moment. I'm someone's ANCESTOR!

I'm now in the same spot on the family tree that my parents were for my children and my grandparents were for me. I'm someone's ANCESTOR!

I've been 'doing the family tree' for over 30 years and hadn't really thought about my place on that tree. Yes I'm there; firstly as Matthew and Lilian's daughter;  and  as Arthur, Eveline, Thomas and Louisa's granddaughter but that was all.

Today we celebrate our youngest grandchild's third birthday and it made me stop and think. Wow! I'm an ANCESTOR!  It is a bit scary as I don't feel old enough to be that but my age tells me otherwise.

So where are you on your family tree? Still a descendant or have you reached ancestor status?

Bye for now,

12 Ancestors in 12 Months; Arthur Galbraith

Born 11 August 1852, [1] his birth details state that he is ‘lawful son of Samuel Galbraith Merchant in Ayr and Margaret Kidstone Nicol his spouse.’ Arthur is baptised on 12 September 1852.  He is their second son, to be named Arthur, with the first one being born in January 1850 and dying, sometime before August 1852. This using of the same name was a common practice.
I next find Arthur, aged eight on the 1861 Scottish Census[2] , living with his parents and six siblings at 15 Hillock Place Ayr. He is a scholar. The family also has a servant.
How Arthur came to the Colony of Victoria, I do not know and this is something I hope to discover, one day.
On 14 August 1883[3] he marries Mary Ann Grant. Arthur is 30 and a Storeman, living a 3 Neill Street, Carlton, whilst Mary Ann is 23 and living at Douglas Terrace, Albert Park. A small announcement in The Age, (Melbourne, Vic 1854-1954) Monday 27 August 1881, Page 1, Family Notices, tells of this happy event.

They are blessed with a son, …

Life Happens

This time last week we were feeling pretty good about Paul's recovery, from gallbladder surgery, this week he is in hospital having had a Heptic abcess drained. This is the same thing that happened 12 months ago, causing all the same problems, hopefully this time it will be fixed.  As a result of this I've been a bit lax in my blogging, sorry.

I have been working on my Abberton One-Name Study and trying to get others to share their information. It can be fun and it can be frustrating, so far it is fun. I'm collecting Australian births, deaths, marriages, trying to match-up families. Once this is done, I'm not sure which way I'll take it.

I have three studies going, Abberton, Chasmar and Galbraith.

Now I hear you asking, "What is a One-Name Study?"  Well it is basiclly a study of a surname in either a paticular area or world-wide.

Two good websites to look at are; 

Guild of One-Name Studies

and The Surname Society  https://surname-so…

What books do you remember from your childhood?

I follow several writers, on Facebook and this link is to a blogpost, by Lisa Ireland about books that made her want to be a writer. It got me thinking what books I really remember from my childhood and their influence on me. So read Lisa's post and then have a look at what I picked

I can't remember a time, when I couldn't read, it is something that I love to do, a wonderful way to escape on a dreary day, to fill in time waiting for an appoitment or to kill the hours on a long-haul flight, reading is it.

These two books were from late primary school and even though I haven't read them in years, I can still recall both stories.
Hills End, the whole town goes for a picnic, except for seven children and their teacher. They plan to spend the day exploring the aboriginal paintings, in a near by cave. A massive storm hits, they get cut-off from the town and the town from …