Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peace. Show all posts

Sunday, 11 November 2018

#52Ancestors, Week 43, Cause of Death

Things have been a little hectic recently. The week that this blog post was scheduled was the week of the milestones and celebrations of my last blog. I had intended to catch up after returning from New Zealand, but a new job and all that entails kind of got in the way.

But here I am.

Cause of death. Apart from getting distracted by some of the terminology found on old death certificates and trying to translate them to terms we use today, I have been wondering where else to focus my writing.

So I looked at my tree and in particular at the deaths occurring in the week which this was scheduled for (October 22-29). There are some names which I don’t know a lot about. Most are people for whom I have not seen a death certificate – so I don’t know the cause of death. (Maybe I should buy some certificates or print-outs to furnish these details.)

Amongst the names though, one direct ancestor and surprisingly, one who I have not written about before.


Sarah Elizabeth Laney was born in Nelson, New Zealand on 10 April 1850, almost eight years after her parents, eldest brother and two step siblings had arrived in the new colony from Andover, Hampshire, England.

In the late 1860’s after the death of her eldest brother, then her mother and a serious fire which damaged or destroyed her father’s bakery business and residence, the family relocated to the Wairau Valley in Marlborough. Perhaps it was here where Sarah met her future husband, or perhaps they had met earlier while both families lived in the Nelson area. Their families had travelled from England on the same ship, so they likely had always had a family connection. Her stepsister Ann had earlier married into the Bartlett family.

She married George Bartlett on 27 December 1870 at Bartletts Creek. Together they raised a family of ELEVEN children as they moved around the country from Marlborough to Horowhenua, Manawatu, Rangitikei and finally Waikato.

In 1893 she and her eldest daughter signed sheet #308 of theSuffrage Petition in Manakau, Horowhenua. This was the successful petition which resulted in the 1893 Electoral Act being passed on 19 September; giving all women over 21 years of age the vote in New Zealand. The first self-governing country in the world to so empower women.


My great-great-grandmother Sarah was one of the 30,853 women who signed. 
A suffragette.

New Zealand has just celebrated the 125th anniversary of this achievement. On 28 November 2018 it will also be 125 years since all those women first appeared on an electoral roll and exercised their right to vote in the Parliamentary elections for the first time.

There are currently 46 female Members of Parliament including the Prime Minister of New Zealand, who is one of her great-great-great-granddaughters. How proud would she be to learn that, just 124 years since making her mark on the suffrage petition ?

Sarah died on 25 October 1910 just fifteen months after her husband.


Marlborough Express Monday 31 October 1910 page 4, www.paperspast.natlib.govt.nz,
Accessed 10 November 2018

Saturday, 30 December 2017

#52Stories, Week 52, 'Tis the season..

Christmas

It has to be my favourite time of the year. I’m not sure exactly what it is about it, that makes it so.

Maybe it is because all over the world people are celebrating together.

Maybe it is all the great (often cheesy) movies…

…or the baking – so many choices

…or packaging – it’s the craft geek in me, I can’t help myself

…or the sharing.

The counting down,

Carols in the park.

Taking time to breathe,

Searching for the right gift – not just a gift for gift-giving’s sake.

Making time to appreciate life…people, and to thoughtfully give to others who might not share the same opportunities.

Following traditions, making memories, reminiscing, starting new rituals.

Summer days – although a white Christmas is still on my bucket list, even if it is only once.

The joy of homecoming (not that there is much of that goes on in our family) – maybe next year.

Ours is always a quiet day – 2, maybe 4 people. Those rowdy, fun cousin packed, extended family events I always long for aren’t really an option. Maybe I wouldn’t enjoy them anyway, as used to solitariness as I am.

Mostly I think it is that cosiness, mindfulness feeling…

…seeing the joy in others – young and old.

It is MAGIC.
B E L I E V E