Wednesday, January 25, 2012

THE CONVICTS DAUGHTER

THE CONVICT’S DAUGHTER

When Mother England decided to transfer her criminal element from the overcrowded gaols of home to the wide open spaces of Australia the powers to be who engineered this exodus obviously gave little thought to the birds and the bees.

Did they perhaps think the convicts they sent over in chains would not cohabit and reproduce?  Did they feel any responsibility at all for the tiny innocents resulting from these  unions?  Did they actually care at all and wanted nothing more than to be rid of a growing problem and to hell with the consequences?

First Fleet entering Botany Bay
 
Apparently not, because no sooner had Captain Arthur Phillip offloaded his mixed cargo of male and female convicts onto the shores of Botany Bay in 1787 than the fun and games began, and nine months later little results began arriving, more mouths to feed, more bodies to clothe, more souls to shelter.

Trouble is of course these unfairly timed little bundles grew up in an atmosphere of  utter despair and destitution; their parents, not all of them hardened criminals were faced with the same cruel punishment.   Banishment from home.  Life in a strange, harsh environment.

One of this growing number of  youngsters whose birth certificate would be forever stamped with the words ‘Born in the Colony’ was my Great-Great Grandmother Catherine Spalding.

I’m very much afraid our little Catherine had a rough start in life.

You’ve met Catherine’s dad before, the Irishman from Mullingar in Westmeath County whose surname lurched between three or more aliases, Spollon, Spalden and Spalding.  Eventually for Catherine and those of us who followed, the name Bryan Spalding was finally settled upon.  Her mother was a woman known as Mary Welch, but with several convicts of the same name arriving at much the same time her background and heritage are really up for grabs.  She could have been either English or Irish.

Two other Irishmen, a father and son alluded to in official records as being related to Bryan, had previously arrived in the Colony in 1793 on the Boddington.  They were Francis Spalding, also known as Spalden, Spollen and Spillora age 60, and William Fanning aged 28, also known as Spalden and Spalding; all three men had been sentenced before the courts in Mullingar, Westmeath County.   I believe William and Brian were brothers and Francis their father.

In Ireland’s long history the Spollen surname had many derivatives ranging from Spellan, O’Spealain and Spillain, and were to be found in parishes around Tipperary, Killaloe, Aglish, Tullagh and Inishcaltragh.   Another coincidence when my Reluctant Traveller and I travelled around Ireland some years ago and spent two magical days looking for leprechauns in beautiful Killaloe on the shores of Lough Derg separating as it does the counties of Clare and Tipperary.


 We travelled on a local bus from Limerick to Killaloe, the rain leaking through the roof, and stayed in a bed and breakfast close to the church. Had I but known the faces and places around me were images from my past.
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There was a fourth Irishman who figured later in the Spalding story, who also received a life sentence in Westmeath. Thirty six year old Michael Minton arrived in New South Wales in 1800 on Hercules 1. His later death would put a 10 year old Catherine in the witness box of a Sydney court.

Yet another player in this story, a female convict Esther Nowlan or Knowland arrived on the same ship as Bryan Spalding. Esther had been tried in Dublin City and sentenced to 7 years transportation. 
Map of Ireland clearly shows Mullingar, Limerick, Dublin and Cork
 
The Spalding men, all three of them,  were Irish rascals but deeply committed to their homeland, which was probably one of the reasons they were transported to Australia.  Irish nationals were a thorn in England’s side back then as they still are now.

Irish transportees were a class apart from England’s other convicts.  Most if not all were rebels and defenders, their parents and grandparents had suffered for centuries under British misrule.  They had seen their land and heritage taken from them along with their religion and their livelihood, and when these sons and daughters of Ireland had retaliated and fought back, they were punished with transportation to the ends of the earth.  Australia.

I thought it a curious coincidence that the day Bryan Spollon and his fellow prisoners departed Cork Harbour in Ireland in 1796 on board Britannia 1, it coincided with my birth date, December 10th.

A few years after his arrival in Sydney Cove Bryan Spalding began living with the convict Mary Welch who arrived  a little later in 1801 on the Nile 1.  Her alias was given as Murphy, and though there were several female convicts with that name all were described as common thieves.

By the time Catherine was born in 1814  some of the basic comforts of life had been introduced to the small colony. 

Adequate shelter for one thing, sufficient food for another. 

Captain Phillip, who quickly morphed into Governor Phillip, swiftly sorted the colony out, sending ships off  on long voyages to fetch additional  food supplies from places like the port of Capetown in South Africa, and putting the convicts to work establishing vegetable gardens,  albeit not always in the best and most productive sites.

He paved the way for successive Governors to build the colony from a tumble down sprawl into the thriving city it soon became.

Capt. Arthur Phillip
 
There again he had little choice.  Beyond the point he landed, in all directions was unknown territory, a land that had known no white man’s occupation. Like most people of those times he was ignorant of the land's indigenous occupants.  Captain Phillip and the people he brought with him across the sea would learn and survive far from the their homeland by a harrowing period of trial and error.
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Young Catherine escaped all the turmoil of those early years, but her life nevertheless was full of drama.

For a start, Mary the sister she thought was her older sister was actually her cousin, the daughter of  William Fanning (Spalding),  and his common law wife Esther Nowlan who had arrived on the same ship as Bryan Spalding in 1797.

 William Fanning joined the militia soon after he arrived in the colony but died fifteen years later in 1807 on board the Government ship General Wellesley during a routine voyage to the penal colony on Norfolk Island. 

According to New South Wales birth records, Mary was born in 1798 to William Spalden and Esther Knowland, and no doubt by her father’s death ten years later had been absorbed into his brother Bryan’s family... his common law wife Mary Welch, a son Charles and eventually young Catherine.

The entire family bar Catherine were rarely out of trouble with the law.  No sooner had Bryan Spalding been given yet another ticket of leave then he inevitably again broke the law and his freedom  was  once more rescinded.

Bryan figured largely in the 1804 brief,  but bloody uprising by Irish prisoners at Rouse Hill that resulted in the deaths of 30 rebels.  As a consequence nine rebel leaders were hanged, seven were given between 200 and 500 lashes and 30 others were exiled to the Newcastle coal mines.   Bryan , an emancipist at the time escaped the lash but lost his freedom...yet again.

Later, just a few years before his death he, his wife and his son Charles would appear in court on sheep stealing charges.  The evidence against the three was overwhelming and the entire court including the three accused were amazed when they were acquitted on a slender but farcical legal technicality.

Mary Spalding went on to marry Michael Minton, an old  mate of her step father Bryan Spalding.  Minton’s first wife had been murdered in suspicious circumstances only a few short years before, and from all accounts Minton himself was a brutal and not very nice man to know.  It seems strange that a much younger Mary had married him at all.

So it was no surprise that after two years of marriage he himself would be murdered in his own home in the presence of  his wife, their two young children, Ellen and baby Michael,  and his wife’s 10 year old sister Catherine Spalding.

Mary and two farm hands was charged with the murder,  Catherine was called on to give evidence in the court during the lengthy hearing.  The two farm workers were found guilty, but, according to newspaper reports at the time, the young and second Mrs Minton was inexplicably acquitted of the crime.

 Architects drawing of the then 1828 Greenaway designed Supreme Court in Elizabeth Street Sydney where the Spalding’s no doubt felt quite at home.
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Catherine, just three years later at the age of 13 was sent to work as a servant in the residence of a wealthy and prominent grazier, Leslie Duguid.

Duiguid a recent arrival from England, became a founding director of the Commercial Banking Company of  Sydney.  He built a mansion in the Hunter Valley, Lochinvar House, where Catherine was employed as a junior maid.  The house still exists.

Lochinvar House
 
It must have been a relief when she met and married her future husband, Samuel  Marshall five years later when she was 18 years old.

Young Catherine chose wisely.  Her future husband had arrived in the colony on the convict ship Ocean in 1816 as a sixteen year old.  He had been found guilty of larceny at Yorkshire’s Doncaster Quarter Sessions and sentenced to seven years imprisonment.  He was only 14 years old when he committed the crime.

Once he arrived in the colony he was assigned to the explorer and settler John Howe.  Howe together with Samuel and other ticket of leave convicts explored the Hunter Valley wilderness north of the colony, and young Sam was eventually rewarded by the authorities for his efforts with a grant of land.

The newly married Marshalls farmed the Black Creek and Patrick’s Plains area near Newcastle before taking up their 50 acre land grant. An early census of land owners describes Samuel as a horse breaker.

Samuel and Catherine lived a reasonably prosperous and law abiding life raising their six children.  Both were openly sympathetic to the Irish cause with Samuel publicly donating to the Irish Relief Fund.

Catherine may have been the only law abiding member of the Spalding family  but at the same time she grew into a feisty young lady who brooked no trouble from farm employees or passing vagabonds.  An entry in Government records shows she took up arms to successfully defend herself and the farm stock when threatened by cattle duffers.

Samuel became a man of property. In 1840 he was the landlord of the Shamrock Inn at Anvil Creek when it was robbed by bushrangers. By 1847 the Marshall’s had established sheep and cattle runs on a property near Branxton, not far from Maitland.  They had six children, four sons and two daughters.

 And while her father Bryan may have been in and out of trouble for much of his life, his daughter never forgot her father, nor her humble beginnings as the ‘Born in the Colony’ daughter of a convict.

With the birth of their last son, Catherine insured the memory of her father and their Irish heritage by calling the child William Spalding Marshall.
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Catherine (Spalding) Marshall, the Convict’s daughter,  was my Grandmother Isabella (Marshall) Brown’s grandmother.  She was my first Australian born relation.

Catherine died in Singleton in 1895 at the age of 80 years. She survived her husband Samuel by 25 years.

Catherine never moved all that far from the area around Anvil Creek where she and Samuel farmed and raised their children. 

Samuel’s headstone in the Branxton Cemetery.
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Robyn Mortimer ©2012


Monday, December 19, 2011

OF CHRISTMAS PAST


With Christmas just around the corner I couldn’t help comparing now with Christmas Days long gone...

Time travelling back to a time when I was very small, living in Sydney during the war years...madly excited, dancing about with presents from a strange old gentleman whose knee I didn’t really want to perch on,  Santa Claus.   

That first Xmas Day I can actually remember, I was given a tram conductors kit and cap, complete with ticket bag to sling over my tiny shoulder and a supply of brightly coloured tickets to punch as ‘customers’ handed over their money.

Doesn’t sound  very exciting does it?  But I do remember spending the day shouting ‘All Aboard’ and then wandering around the lounge room collecting pennies from uncles, aunts and cousins for their tram trip to nowhere.  Can’t remember if I got to keep the dosh.  Probably did and spent it next day on humbugs, our favourites, for my Grandfather and me to munch on.

After a while I graduated to dolls, and then to books.  I was especially besotted with Elsie Oxenham’s stories about the Girls from the Abbey, placing orders in advance for both Christmas and Birthday pressies.  I was never disappointed.

When my own children arrived, the presents kept pace with our current economical situation, usually dodgy.  It was eerie how we always seemed to suffer a resources crisis right on the festive season.  The kids still received their fair share of brand new bikes, or climbing frames, dolls or Lego sets, so somehow or other my Reluctant Traveller must have found a way to make ends not only meet but stretch as well.

As you can see Jenny and Steve weren’t all together too enraptured with the bearded bloke hogging the camera....later Steve’s children, our three little tadpoles will show the same uneasy reservation.  Maybe the beard tickled.


Fast forward to grown up son Steve, seen in the next photo serenading a Christmas party with brother in law, Chris, Jenny’s husband.  Super slim Chris in the Santa suit thought he had the little kids fooled, but the grandchildren figured it out very quickly.



Later years I was mildly horrified at the no expense barred avalanche of toys and gear those three grandchildren of ours received from their parents...their house littered with gaudy wrapping paper as the little loves tore into strangely shaped parcels.  One bright eyed glance, one intake of breath and then they were off to the next mystery parcel, and so their Christmas morning continued with barely a pause even to take in sustenance..The house struggled to recover, strewn with abandoned presents.

I opted not to join the spoiling session and instead my contribution to the day became the tried and true Christmas Stocking, enlarged to contain small oddities I found during the year,  stuff they could rampage about the house with.  Destroy in a moment if they wanted to. Cheap and nasty, but hugely popular.

Strangely, nearly always these were the items they kept returning to, year after year.
 
I wonder if grandson Ben will think back to this early Christmas morning, remembering a particular present in the stocking, a tiny kid size watch, one that strangely enough didn’t make the tick tock sound.

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Christmas now is a commercial bonanza; to a large extent religion and goodwill has been extracted.  Modern communication with mobile phones and computers has even seen the decline of the once obligatory Christmas card.

No longer is every shelf and surface of living rooms around the world  festooned with envelope sized images of Santa, snow covered sleighs or the Three Wise Men.   Where once a friend, some even living close by, across a street even, mailed a Xmas card through the post, because that is what one did back then, some are lucky now to receive even a smile and a nod much less a written greeting.

I’ve no doubt there are families who still continue the habits of childhood when their parents dragged them off to midnight mass,  but I know few today who do, including me,  in my immediate group of friends.

The world has changed, and not entirely for the better.

So it’s wonderful and warming to see a small clutch of Straddie Islanders continue their tradition, decorating their homes with a fairyland of Christmas Pageant lights.

Thank you, especially to the wonderful folk of Amity Point who year after year keep alight the spirit of Christmas.



 
Dear Readers, may your Christmas, wherever you are, be a peaceful and joyous one.

Very best wishes from My Reluctant Traveller and me.


Robyn Mortimer 2011

Saturday, December 10, 2011

THOSE DASHING YOUNG POWELL GIRLS


YET ANOTHER ANCESTOR STORY

   I've become so involved writing and researching our relations from the past I’ve felt at times I was actually there with them, wherever they were... in Fiji, Sussex, Indiana or Scotland.  None were boring, all presented a fascinating, lively aspect of their times.
   
   Why did so many make the long journey to Australia?  Some were younger brothers in a large family where only the first born inherited the family farm.  Others were caught up in the famine and hardship of Europe in the early 1800's.

   One such group from my Reluctant Travellers side of the family were the offspring of his Somerset born great-Great Grandmother, Jane Williams.  You may remember a previous story about our surprise at finding her final resting place on Straddie, the same island we moved to more than 30 years ago without the slightest idea of a long ago family connection.

Powell family's voyage on the Irene
    Two of great Great-Grandmother Jane’s daughters married brothers from the Powell family.  The Powell’s were a close knit farming family from Manningford Bohun in Wiltshire.

Hoping for a better life they immigrated to Australia in 1858 on the Irene.  Stephen and Lucy Powell brought with them their seven children aged from 3 years to 24.  One son, 12 year old Cornelius would eventually marry Mary Jane Williams, while his then 3 year old brother George Powell, will later marry her younger sister Matilda.

   Mary Jane and Cornelius settled close to her parent’s home in Nanango, an early mining and logging district near the Bunya Mountains.  Her mother Jane Williams will act as midwife to her daughter’s first two pregnancies, Margaret and Louisa Jane Powell.  Those two girls will be followed by Matilda, Sarah, Emily, Jane Constance, Lucy Mary and Stephen Charles.

   Sadly, their only son, Stephen will die within two years of his birth.

   The younger Powell’s, Cornelius and Mary Jane’s children, provided a wealth of detail for future family to cherish.  The girls in particular were obviously infatuated with the photographer and his camera.

   In a photographer’s studio, possibly in Roma or Nanango, the Powell sisters, Matilda, Lucy Mary and Emily pose for the camera, revealing a stylish but individual choice of apparel.

  

Matilda has really gone overboard, dressed in an outfit more suited to a garden party than a photo shoot in outback Queensland. 







     

    Both Lucy and Emily wore their everyday clothes.  In the black and white shots they appear to be dressed in black and I wonder if at the time they were in mourning.
  

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 Cornelius’s brother Thomas, only 9 years old when the Powell’s arrived on the Irene in 1858, posed in separate studio portraits with his attractive young wife, the former Mary Ann Dawson.
               
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   The Powell girls show a marked likeness to their mother Mary Jane, the same fine features and dark hair.  In the photo below, with her husband, Cornelius, Mary looks a bit tired and frankly, worn out.  And no wonder. Twenty four years of her life was spent bearing eight children.

    No walk in the park back in those days.

Cornelius and Mary Jane Powell
    The photo of Cornelius and Mary Jane was most likely taken not long before his death in 1907.  Just two years later in 1909 Mary Jane’s mother, Jane Williams, the Nanango midwife from Somerset will die at the Benevolent Society Asylum on Stradbroke Island, far distant from her family.

   Blind and not wishing to be a burden on her daughters, it was Jane’s wish to spend her last days on Straddie.

    My Reluctant Traveller strolling in the historic and beautiful cemetery at Straddie where Jane Williams, nee Wall, is buried in an unmarked grave.

Marius and Louisa Jane Sorensen
    Another Powell daughter, Louisa Jane, brought into the world by her midwife grandmother in 1875, will marry the Danish farmer, Marius Sorensen in 1897 in Roma, and become the Reluctant Travellers grandmother when their daughter Connie marries Jack Mortimer. 

   Despite the hardships of life in Queensland’s outback, the two women, my husband's Grandmother and his Great Grandmother...Louisa Sorensen and her mother Mary Jane Powell, will live exceptionally long lives as these copies of  Queensland newspaper clippings show...



   The Sorensen’s 1947 golden wedding anniversary coincided with the death of Denmark’s King.  The family party however carried on regardless.  Not at the family home in suburban Paddington as my Reluctant Traveller remembered, but at a local hall.  Grandfather Sorensen played his accordion as he had done at all family gatherings.

  And Louisa Sorensen’s mother, Mary Jane Powell who attended the party in Brisbane at the age of 91, lived on for another eight years when another daughter placed the following birthday notice in the local Roma newspaper.

BIG FAMILIES
1954
I have read a lot about big families, but I think my Grandmother, Mrs M.J.Powell of Roma can beat them all.  She has 211 living descendants. They include five daughters, 42 grandchildren, 120 great grandchildren and 44 great- great grand children.  Mrs Powell was born in Nanango in 1855 married in 1872 and widowed in 1907.  She celebrated her 99th birthday last month.
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Until finally the Matriarch's death in 1909 is recorded in a tiny paragraph of a government report. 



   Mary Jane Powell’s mother, the indomitable Jane Williams may have died on Straddie in relative obscurity but her memory, and that of her daughters and grand daughters, lives on  in the history of the adopted country she helped to pioneer.

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Robyn Mortimer ©2011