Showing posts with label Grandmothers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Grandmothers. Show all posts

Saturday, 12 May 2018

#52Ancestors, Week 19, Mothers' Day


Last year, I shared memories about my Mum and both of my grandmothers. Great grandmothers then - there are four, and all DNA confirmed. This could be a long post.

Sarah Hall 
was born 2 June 1862 in Boagh townland in the parish of Drumgoon, County Cavan Ireland. The closest market town was Cootehill. Boagh is located close to the county border with Monaghan and not far from the border that now separates the Emerald Isle into two countries. With more English sounding surnames it could be supposed that her forebears may have been among the English who settled and took up land overtime, and became known as Anglo-Irish.

As if Irish records weren’t difficult enough to find and unravel, especially from afar, her mother’s maiden name was also Hall. She had nine brothers and sisters and six of them accompanied her and their parents when they emigrated to New Zealand in 1876. They left Gravesend on 27 November 1876 on the Oxford and arrived in Auckland on 1 March 1877. The family lived for a time in Papakura. William and Anne, her parents later moved to Hamilton near to where she and her husband were living. One of her mother’s sisters also emigrated to New Zealand in the 1880’s.

Sarah married my great grandfather Francis Davys in Papakura on 15 December 1885. They began their married life near Dargaville, perhaps farming, but by the time their 2nd child was born they were again living in Papakura. By 1898 they had relocated to Taupiri where Francis was operating a sawmill with some of his brothers. At the end of 1907 they moved again, to Tamahere, where they lived until the end of 1913. In March 1914 Francis died in Hamilton. By now a grandmother, Sarah lived on to see her younger children marry and welcome more grandchildren. She died on 26 February 1938.

I don’t know too much else about her. Did she have an Irish accent ? or had that disappeared as so often happens with child immigrants.

Emma Louisa Bartlett 
was born in the Waitohi Valley, near Koromiko or Picton, Marlborough, New Zealand on 12 September 1875. She was a 2nd generation New Zealander, both her parents had been born in the colony to settlers or the children of settlers. She was the 3rd daughter in a family of eleven. About 1883 her parents moved their young family of five to North Island, initially in Foxton, then Otaki and Manakau.

She and her siblings were amongst the first pupils at Manakau School when it opened in 1888 soon after moving from Otaki. Emma did not start with her 2 younger sisters, joining them a few months later. Her elder sisters did not return to school in Manakau, likely their mother needed their help at home with younger brothers and sisters. However, Emma didn’t spend long at school, it is unclear exactly when she left but the note “Home” suggests her assistance was again required at home. Her two elder sisters were married by 1891 and she herself married William Cooper on 24 January 1894 in Manakau.

Their first three children were born there before they moved to Levin in 1899 where William was employed as a builder. In around 1910 they moved to the Waikato, where Emma’s parents had moved earlier. They farmed at Elstow near Te Aroha until about 1918 when they moved further north to Auckland, before moving to Hamilton in 1921. They spent most of the 1930’s farming again near Katikati, then returned briefly to Hamilton where William had built houses. He also built a home in Mission Bay Auckland and they lived there for a couple of years, returning to live in Hamilton in 1943. Their children were all grown and married by this time with their own children and even grandchildren. Emma and William celebrated their Golden Wedding Anniversary in 1944. She died on 7 January 1945.

I don’t know too much else, except my Dad says she was “just lovely”, that my daughter calls her “pretty Emma” and that she called eggs “haighs” – where does that come from ?

Laura Ellen Kelsey 
was born on 17 July 1878 in Wolverhampton, Staffordshire. Her mother died when she was ten months old. Her father worked for the Great Western Railway, so she and her brother went to live with their grandfather in Dudley until their father remarried.

I imagine her early life was a little unsettled, but she had some strong figures in her life; her grandfather and her aunt. Her stepmother died, leaving her father with three more young children in 1890. I imagine Laura may have been expected to help with them at home until he remarried for the 3rd time. She was a housemaid before she married in 1901 and had moved to Leamington Spa in Warwickshire by then. Whether this was her first position I do not know, and when she moved is unknown as well. Her father died in 1898, perhaps stepmother #2 had no time for extra children and that was the catalyst to move away. More than likely though, she would have been in service and away from home before this anyway.

Laura married George Timms on 1 July 1901 in Old Milverton where George was employed as a coachman at Cranford House. Their first two of their four children were born there before they moved back into Leamington. Life threw Laura a few curve balls resulting in her becoming an absent parent and spending twenty years in an asylum. She died on 20 September 1935.

Edith Lilian Vose 
was born on 9 February 1881 in Templeton, near Christchurch, Canterbury. She was the fifth child in her family, but she was the first to be born in New Zealand. Her parents and elder siblings had immigrated in April 1879 from England. They were market gardeners. In England her father had been a labourer and stoker with the Royal Arsenal. Her grandfather had been in the Royal Engineers. Her mother came from rural Wiltshire but had worked at St Bartholomew’s Hospital in London before marrying.

After some years in Templeton her parents moved to Prebbleton and to Christchurch itself, before returning to Prebbleton later in life. Edith’s elder brother Samuel owned some land in the Wharenui settlement later known as Upper Riccarton, Christchurch. He too, was a market gardener and built a small cottage there. Edith lived with him and kept house. Samuel died in 1900 aged 28 and left the property to Edith who was then aged just 19.

Nine months after Samuel’s death Edith married John William Fuller on 8 May 1901. John lived in the same street and had been living with his married brother. He worked for the railways and would walk past Samuel’s property each day. He was a lot older than Edith and six years older than Samuel. My Nana would say that he thought he was on to a good thing, marrying the young “heiress”. I like to think it was less calculated. Maybe John was friends with Samuel and wanted to take care of his young sister for him, maybe she was a friend of his niece Elsie, maybe they just fell in love.

They lived their entire married life on the property which had been Samuel’s and raised a family of five. They grew raspberries and fruit and had their own milk cow for many years. John died in 1942 but Edith remained in the little cottage with her youngest daughter, growing raspberries, gardening and enjoying her grandchildren and great grandchildren. She died on 10 April 1963.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

#52Stories, Week 18, Grandmothers Part Two

Right then, part two.

My maternal grandmother Elsie Lilian nee Timms, was always known by her given name. To us she was "Big Nana" to differentiate her from Little Nana who was shorter in stature by close to a foot (30cms to those of you who don't remember imperial measurements). She was born in Milverton, Royal Leamington Spa, Warwickshire in 1907. Her father was born in Milverton too and her mother in Wolverhampton, Staffordshire. Two of her grandparents were born in Shropshire, one in Warwickshire and one in Oxfordshire. 


She is the one in the middle

When I was very little they lived at Whakamaru where Grandad worked at the power station. I remember going to stay when my brother was born, and when Mum had her tonsils out. I'm sure there were plenty of other occasions that we stayed too. We would sometimes visit for the weekend if we had a car. I remember once going by bus with Mum and Mark.



Hours of fun playing with that fire hydrant pump thingy

We baked pikelets together, watching for the bubbles so that you knew when to turn them over. We made fruit cake and had a turn stirring so we could make a wish. Nana made cottage pie and we could help mincing the cold meat in the mincer (no health and safety worries then - just "be careful of your fingers"). Rice pudding was a favourite too.

She and Grandad went for a holiday to Australia to see Grandad's brother who lived there, they bought me a baby doll back. I called her Lynnette.


At the Three Sisters, Blue Mountains with Uncle Frank & Auntie Kath

We all went to the airport to say goodbye or welcome home...

She was a knitter, we all had jumpers, cardies and dresses created by her. She crocheted as well and did some needlework. She liked to read - magazines and novels - and enjoyed tv and crosswords.


When I was about 9 they moved to Hamilton after Grandad retired. They bought a new house with no established gardens and Nana made it her own. Many trips were made to garden centres and some plants were even bought by mail order from nurseries too far away to drive.

After we moved to Wellington, we would go back and stay most school holidays and sometimes she came to stay with us. She regularly drove to Auckland to visit with Auntie Anne after they moved from Te Awamutu, and once (maybe twice) drove to Wellington in her trusty Morris Minor to stay with us.

In 1973 she returned to England for a holiday with her sister. It was the first time she had been back since leaving in 1929. It must have been such a contrast to sailing to New Zealand - flying all the way there and back. They toured around England, visited with their brother and had a short tour of Europe as well. She visited me twice when I lived in Australia too.


Paddling at Palm Beach, Sydney

She knew so many nursery rhymes, ones that none of my friends knew and she shared them with Lauren too. She gave her bouncy rides on her foot, like she had for all of us too.



This wheelbarrow was a carriage for us all, and even the next generation

Nana didn't talk about her family a lot, but the bits she shared really grabbed my attention and I think got me hooked on genealogy. I mean one grandfather married twice and the other three times ?! I had never heard of anything like it when I was little.

So, there you have it, on the eve of Mothers' Day, memories of my two Nanas.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

#52Stories, Week 18, Grandmothers Part One

I have two, but I don't think I will ever be one myself. As cool as that could be, it isn't in the life-plan of the only person who can change that outcome. In the first place I am surprised I am a Mum. That certainly was never an aspiration at the top of my list - like it is for many people - so it would be wrong of me to feel that as a Mum it is my right to also be a grandmother. It also isn't my place to influence her decisions. 

So anyway, what are my memories of my two grandmothers ?

They were different, but the same, in many ways. They were both known as Nana. They both drove the same type of car - Morris Minor. At one point they both lived in Hamilton. One was tall, the other was not. One was from a large family, the other was not.

My paternal grandmother Violet Ruth nee Cooper, was always known as Ruth. To us she was "Little Nana" on account of her height and in comparison to our other Nana. She was born in Manakau near Levin in 1896. Both of her parents were born in Marlborough, 2 of her grandparents were born in England and 2 were born in Nelson, New Zealand. I remember visiting her at home in Frankton and being served morning tea in the kitchen. Crackers with slices of tomato, or cheese and tomato. 


She had a great laugh, a hysterical uncontainable giggle that could just get out or control. My Dad has it too. I remember one time sitting at the table, maybe on Dad's knee, having morning tea there. My Uncle Gordon was there too and Nana had over-peppered the tomato. He sneEEZED ! and then sneezed some more. It was pretty explosive, but then Nana and Dad just started to giggle, and giggle and giggle. They couldn't stop. Even Uncle Gordon joined in, after he had recovered from the sneezing. I think it is the first time I remember seeing someone laugh so much that tears rolled down their cheeks. In some photos I have she is in a fit of giggles, or has a mischievous glint in the corner of her eye.


Nana went on some cruise holidays; to the UK and to Fiji. I have postcards (in a box somewhere) which she posted back about her travels, and a little sailor doll from the Flavia. I am sure I remember going on board with Dad to see her cabin on her return from one trip. Imagine that ? It seems so incongruous now that customs didn't stop us. 




Can you spot her in this one taken at Gretna Green ? Look closely - you can see her giggling !

When I was 5 and a 1/2, Nana remarried and moved to the bottom of South Island, near Invercargill. Dad had a reel to reel cassette tape recorder and we used to record "news" on to it and post a reel to Nana in Spar Bush. We visited a couple of times on Christmas holiday trips. What I remember most about those times were the enormous farmhouse kitchen (it was so sunlit), fresh baking, Fluffy the cat who always seemed to have kittens, milk fresh from the cowshed, Tip the sheepdog and the night a bull got into the vege garden and woke us all up.



Later they moved back to Hamilton. There was a wishing well in their front garden, fuschias and a well maintained vege garden at the back as well. 

Excuse the clothes choices - it was the 70's !


...to be continued