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Another site for your favourites is the Victorian Mining Accident Index compiled by Dave Evans and presented by the Ballarat & District Genealogical Society. This is my way of introducing you to a most informative site. It isn't only these few John Smiths injured or killed in mining accidents, but 5,600 miners from the 1850s to the 1940s.
Married, 33 Y. O.
30 Y. O.
Single, 21 Y. O.
Married, 28 Y. O.
Wilkinson & Co Mine
Smith, John F.
Married, 41 Y. O.
Injury in claim
This photograph below I took at a little town called Yapeen, Victoria last month December 2011.
I'm always filled with a mixture of excitement and suspicion when I see a John Smith.
I wasn't disappointed this time.
After I took the photo, (I swear there was not another living soul to be seen in this town) I went around to the Guildford Hotel.
As I was showing the photograph to a couple of the locals, this old man pipes up " He was me grand father!"
This is the excitement part.
"I'll have another beer and a beer for this man here too please". I order, as I fossick in my bag for pen and notepad.
"Tell me about him." I coax all smiles and pen poised.
" Well, it wasn't his real name," says my new found drinking partner.
"Oh! I'm not surprised. Most John Smith's were hiding", says pedantic know-it-all me. " What was his real name?" I ask excitement mounting.
"William", says my new friend as I order another two drinks.
"William what," I ask impatiently.
Suspicion finally kicks in but not before the laughter from my drinking partner and his friends.
This site is essentially a family history site.
Often things posted 'off topic' are annoying when all we want to do is find the elusive ancestor or a record.
So... for all those who feel the need to share a thought an opinion or even an interesting website, which may have nothing to do with ancestry, or just want to get away from the endless search for a moment......
Since we have no chat room in here and we really don't want to send you packing.
Say it on this page.... Say what you like. Get it off your chest,
Keep it short!
keep it civilised!
Keep it clean!
Now I know where Indika is!
Whilst walking down the main street of historic Maldon, in the central goldfields of Victoria, a Kombi van complete with herb garden and solar panels, pulled up and parked. Out of it came some gypsies. Hung up their trinkets to sell and proceeded to tell fortunes. Of course we went to look at the lovely trinkets;
"Where are these from?"
"Indika" answers one of the gypsies.
"Where is that?'
"indika" he says again'
" Ohhhhhhhhhh in the car!"
The above story appeared in the Tarrangower Times
Val Markham of Tarrangower Times snapped the pic.
1. The document containing evidence of the missing link in your research has been lost due to fire, flood or war.
2. The keeper of the vital records you need will just have had an argument with a previous genealogist.
3. Your great, great grandfather's obituary states that he died leaving no issue.
4. The town clerk you wrote in desperation, and finally convinced to give to you the information you need, can't write legibly, and doesn't have a copying machine.
5. The will you need is in the safe on board the "Titanic."
6. The spelling of your European ancestor's name bears no relationship to its current spelling or pronunciation.
7. Copies of old newspapers have holes which only occur on last names.
8. No one in your family tree ever did anything noteworthy, they always
rented property, never sued, never went to gaol or were never named in anyone's will.
9. You learned that great aunt Matilda's executor just sold her life's
collection of family genealogical materials to a flea market dealer.
10. Yours is the ONLY last name not found among the three billion in the world-famous Mormon archives in Salt Lake City.
11. Ink fades and paper deteriorates at a rate inversely proportional to the value of the data recorded.
12. The 37 volume, 16,000 page history of your county of origin isn't
13. The critical link in your family tree is named "Smith."
14. No matter how large the collection of special records, the one you are searching for is NEVER there!
15. You finally send away for that necessary certificate, and your aunt tells you she's had the original in a box under her bed for years.
16. The box of family photographs, you found in uncle Edgar's house after he died, have no names or dates on them
17. Your aunt can remember exactly how many times you missed sending her a birthday card, but not why her father went in gaol.
18. Everyone that shares your last name, but is not related is listed in great detail, your ancestor has nothing.
19. The family Bible that contains all the names you are researching was given to a person who doesn't care who any of his relatives are, and either misplaced, sold at a garage sale, or gave away the family Bible to his neighbor who is collecting Bibles to be sent to a mission in a non-English speaking nation.
20. The elderly great-aunt who could help you fill in the missing pieces says, "I don't believe in dredging up the past" and changes the subject - again.
Some of the above laws I found in The Hawkesbury Crier
of June 2006 (archived) author is unknown
The rest have been added by Family Tree Circle members
Convict Assignment was like a great big rehabilitation program. It was a sort of nineteenth century 'Outward Bound'. With abrupt change, new surroundings and personal challenge, but without the floggings
John Dunmore LANG told us in 1837,that:- "when a convict-ship arrives it is the practice of the colonial government to reserve as many of the convicts, whether labourers or mechanics, as are required for the public service; the rest are assigned to persons who have previously transmitted duly attested applications for convict-servants, agreeably to a code of regulations recently established by the present Governor, and denominated the Assignment Regulation. One pound sterling is paid to Government for each convict so assigned, as the price of his bedding and slop-clothing, which he carries along with him to his future master's. If the master resides in Sydney, he is employed in the various menial capacities in which house-servants are employed in Europe; if he resides in the country, as is much more frequently the case, he is employed in tending sheep or cattle, or as a farm-servant.
The convict-servants on the different farms of the colony are usually lodged in huts formed of a split-timber, and thatched with long grass or straw, at a little distance from the proprietor's house. Two of these huts, with a partition between them, form one erection; and each of them is inhabited by four men. A large fireplace is constructed at one end of the hut, where the men cook their provisions, and around which they assemble in the winter evenings, with a much greater appearance of comfort than the sentimentalist would imagine. Rations, consisting of ten and a half pounds of flour, seven pounds of beef or four and a half pounds of pork, with a certain proportion of tea, sugar, and tobacco, are distributed to each of them weekly; and they receive shoes and slop-clothing either twice a year, or whenever they require them. Pumpkins, potatoes, and other vegetables, they are allowed to cultivate for themselves.
On my brother's farm at Hunter's River - and I believe a similar system is pursued on most of the large agricultural farms thoughout the colony - the overseer rises at day-break, and rings a bell, which is affixed to a tree, as a signal for the men to proceed to their labour. The greater number follow the overseer to the particular agricultural operation which the season requires; the rest separate to their several employments, one to the plough, another to the garden, and a third to the dairy, while a fourth conducts the cattle to their pasture. The bell is again rung at eight o'clock, when the men assemble for breakfast, for which they are allowed one hour; they again return too their labour till one o'clock, when they have an hour for dinner, and they afterwards labour from two till sunset".
* Lang makes it sound so 'Cosy' and it was for some who were fortunate to have honest and fair masters. But for a great many others it was no more than slavery where they were bullied, flogged and had their rations taken away by their cruel masters. For the ones who ran away, the outcome was often 30 to 50 lashes, 12 months in irons or the rope.
Rev. John Dunmore Lang described the conditions convicts worked under on his brother Andrew Lang's farm.
Source jenwillets.com Free Settler or Felon