Sunday, May 1, 2016

Happy Birthday to my Dear Old Dad, Carew Joseph Trevor NORTHCOTE

Today would have been my Dear Old Dad's 84th birthday. He died too young at the age of 70. Dad was an inspiration for my family history research and he started much of the research I am working on today.

Carew Joseph Trevor NORTHCOTE
1 May 1932 - 17 July 2002

Much missed and never forgotten by his family and friends.

Saturday, April 30, 2016

Summary: Blogging from A-Z Challenge

This is the first A-Z genie challenge that I actually finished, the Blogging from A-Z Challenge (April 2016)

If you're interested in reading a few stories about the quirky antics of my ancestors, here is a collection of 26 blogposts to choose from:

A is for Aloysius
B is for Bankruptcy in Bourke
C is for Chameleon
D is for droves of diverse ancestors
E is for elegant and ever-so-cheeky
F is for Five Dock
G is for the giant cabbage of Gulgong
H is for hats, quirky hats
I is for interesting
J is for journey of a lifetime
K is for Kennealy and Kelly
L is for love in the graveyard
M is for a magazine reunion
N is for Nevertire
O is for O'Reilly and O'Riley
P is for pins in the feet as a wake-up call
Q is for quarrying in Paradise, Purgatory and Hellhole
R is for riding from Bourke to Sydney
S is for strange occupations
T is for tram conductress
U is for up a shark's ^!@%
V is for Victa lawnmower
W is for wild Irish hair
X is for a couple of X-chromosomes
Y is for Ysciefiog
Z is for zzzZZZzzz and letting sleeping beds lie

The twenty-sixth step in my A-Z of quirky ancestor antics - Z is for zzzZZZzzz and letting sleeping beds lie

I was stumped for what to include in this final post for the A-Z Blogging Challenge. So, I resorted to the Macquarie Concise Dictionary (1998, edited by A. Delbridge and J. Bernard) for some ideas. On the final page of z words, I found a definition for zzz which is described as "a conventional representation of sleep or the sound of snoring, used especially by cartoonists" (p. 1376).

So, this is quirky ancestor story I have about Z, zzz and an old bed.

Z is for zzzZZZzzz  and letting sleeping beds lie.

During the late 1890s and the early to mid 1900s, many of my maternal grandmother's family members lived in a few different houses on Renwick St in Drummoyne, a suburb of Sydney. The story goes that, when the family needed to do a bit of cleaning up, they decided to throw out a load of old furniture they no longer wanted, including an old iron bed. At the time, it must have been difficult to get rid of big household rubbish, like old bits of furniture.

Source: (Creative Commons licence)

Instead of removing the rubbish from the premises and taking it to the local tip, they decided to bury it all instead, including an entire iron bed.

So, if you live somewhere on Renwick Street, Drummoyne in Sydney, you may not have to dig too deep in the backyard to find an old iron bedhead

Source: (Creative Commons licence)

Thanks for following my posts in the April 2016 A-Z Blogging Challenge and thanks for your comments.

Friday, April 29, 2016

The twenty-fifth step in my A-Z of quirky ancestor antics - Y is for Ysciefiog

This is the quirky name of a small rural town in the County of Flint in Wales. According to Wikipedia, the word "Ysciefiog" means "a place where elder trees grow". My great-grandfather was born there mid-summer on 11 June 1867, as shown on his birth certificate:

James Walter KINGSBURY with daughter, Essie
About 1894

A few photos taken by me when I visited the town in June 2012.

Thursday, April 28, 2016

The twenty-fourth step in my A-Z of quirky ancestor antics - X is for a couple of X-chromosomes

I have two, my mother has two, my sister has two, my aunties all have two, both of my grandmothers had two, my great-grandmothers had two, my great aunts all had two ...

In fact, all of my female ancestors had two ... two x chromosomes.

Here are a few of my female ancestors ... thanks to them all for their contributions to our family.

Wednesday, April 27, 2016

The twenty-third step in my A-Z of quirky ancestor antics - W is for wild Irish hair

Wild Irish hair ... something I have inherited from my Irish ancestors. When I spent some time in Ireland a few years ago, the wildness seemed to increase in intensity!

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The twenty-second step in my A-Z of quirky ancestor antics - V is for Victa lawnmower

The sound of a Victa lawnmower makes me think of many Saturdays and Sundays at my childhood home and at my granparents' homes. My Dear Old Dad must have put in a lot of hours mowing lawns in his life - his own and others.

Carew NORTHCOTE mowing his parents' lawn at Five Dock, early 1960s

Rest in peace, Dad.