on โ09-05-2011 08:02 AM
on โ15-09-2013 01:23 PM
on โ17-09-2013 03:17 PM
I think with Alfred he was the brother-in-law and she was either just living with the family on the family farm or she was shacked up with Alfred, we will never know BUT one electoral record has her living with Alfred only umm arrrr
I rang the Office of Australian War Graves about the grave pictured above, they said he is officially commemorated in the Victorian Garden of Remembrance and if I was to write in and have the whole grave removed and his Victorian Garden of remembrance relocated to the private cemetery they would continue to look after it.
I doubt I am going to do that.
on โ19-09-2013 08:02 PM
If you get depressed cause you're not finding much should you seek counselling?
on โ19-09-2013 08:05 PM
NO just take a break, and come back later all refreshed and ready to continue.
on โ19-09-2013 08:20 PM
on โ21-09-2013 05:02 PM
No clair, you dont need counselling. Just find other people that want their families researched. Thats what i do. I've got about 10 trees on Ancestry.
Was looking at some hints for my great. great aunt and it turns out she died in England, must have been on holidays, and the ships register (returning to Australia) shows her name crossed out and her husbands named moved from the "travelling with spouse" column to the "travelling alone" column
on โ21-09-2013 05:59 PM
on โ21-09-2013 10:27 PM
On 21 September 1897, an eight year old girl named Virginia O'Hanlon wrote a letter to the New York "Sun" newspaper, asking if Santa Claus was real, after her friends had told her he was not. One of the newspaper's editors, Francis Pharcellus Church, answered the letter in such a way that its timeless message has resounded down through the generations, becoming a much-loved Christmas message of hope. The reply was as follows:
Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except what they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.
Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.
You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.
on โ22-09-2013 09:52 AM
Is that the one near Parkville punch? Which is the old Melbourne cemetery?
on โ22-09-2013 02:30 PM