THE COLONIES 1

Happy Birthday Catherine Willett,  my grandson’s 3rd great grandmother. 1st generation born Glengallen Station, Allora nr Warwick, Queensland, Australia – August, 1871. 

1876, born at Glengallen Station, daughter of the Stockman, George Willett.

 via Allora | Queensland Places   

I’ve discovered a branch of my daughter’s ‘ in-laws’ ancestry comes from a long line of labouring, farming stock of Buckinghamshire, England. They were the white foundation Colonialists dreaming of landing a prosperity unobtainable in the Mother country.

Queensland was New South Wales until 1859. Federation of the Commonwealth at the beginning of Queensland’s white history. When Catherine was born on Glengallen Station the big house was being built with the profits of merino wool.

Bounded in the north by the Bunya Mountains, in the east by the Great Dividing Range and in the west by the Condamine River, the Darling Downs area had been home for thousands of years to the Keinjan, Giabal, Jarowair and Barunggam Aboriginal people, who practiced a burning season to manage the grasses of the plains.

The first European to sight the Darling Downs was explorer and botanist Allan Cunningham in 1827, who named the district after Sir Ralph Darling, Governor of New South Wales. He had his first view of the country from the top of the range on 5^th June 1827.

ENGLISH ROOTS: BUCKINGHAMSHIRE, ENGLAND.  Catherine’s father was GEORGE WILLETT who was 8 YEARS of age when his family boarded the St. Vincent at Deptford dock, London in 1844.

Children were charged 9shillings one way and adults 12shillings. Agricultural labourers were the desired types to develop the black soil of SE Queensland, then part of the colony of New South Wales.

St. Vincent tea clipper sails from Liverpool, Greenock to Sydney.

 

Opportunity to Learn & Grow & Prosper free from England’s class system.

James Larfield weds Catherine Willett. They farm FAIRVIEW selection in Allora, Warwick, producing 14 children.

CATHERINE’S mother MARGARET DOBBINS came to the Darling Downs via County Armagh, Northern Ireland(Protestant). Survivor of the Potato Famine, and the Voyage to New South Wales. She came as a single female aboard the famous Tea Clipper, CAIRNGORM.

 

 

Advertisements

POEM ON WAR & PEACE

5.30am foreboding in furry slippers,

signals war and peace; a Government’s

Good old cause;

before Dawn on winter morn,

Cars zoom past a once rural track,

Headlights beam early-shift alarms

Route to Amberley air-base, 

where powerful hornets are taking-off

on a mission.

 

My brain provoked to write a chapter

Where ancient transport is your legs

Marching from one end of the fractured

Kingdom to another – carts carry pikes,

muskets and drums

to where cousins pitch battle

Across Crown lands with bibles 

in pockets.

 

5.45a.m. before sun-rise, hearing

long steady jet bellows overhead,

Five orange lights flashing within moist 

Clouds; noisy machines controlled by

Young Pilots trained for flight in strict

Formation, a deadly force which can

Drop bombs from a great height. 

G20 HAMBURG Putin and Trump keeping the Peace…

 

Allied to mutual Destruction our warriors

May not realise their DNA origins were

Down there in the cradle of civilisation.

100 years ago Lawrence of Arabia had a

sense of being at Home there being a Hero “Scientifically shattering” many bridges.

Legacy ; link to the Queensland Times report on why all the noise….

 

Lest we forget that Re-drawing of Middle Eastern

Maps in Westminster; war-weary forebears 

Came home to rationed hearths, arriving

as shells of former selves with

Little words left to review the theatre of 

War to the wife, perhaps a brief mention

you saw your German cousins shooting

Dutifully across the trenches,

when it was only a few Summers

since your families had picnics.

 

She said, ‘Men, God created them,

then He ordered an eternity of

Chains of command for times of

War and times of Peace.

 

Under the flight path,

my dwelling is a humble

Plot of Paradise, 

Natural light shows soft rain-fall

On freshly bought native grasses

Of Kangaroo Paw, Lomandra variations,

Paper Daisies.

I will grow beauty around me like

A garden in ancient Babylon, or a

Quaker’s conscience, echoing

Voltaire’s wisdom 

His pragmatic solution to never-

Ending scraps and weapons of

Mass destruction, to

Candidly get out of the

Arms race, the mad-made farce

And be happy hippies cultivating

The garden restoring an Eden on 

Earth with Mass plantings.

by Edvard Munch

 

It is 7.00am It is Light, so is the

Bird song. I am grateful to be

reminded to buy a rain-water

storage tank, replenish the soil

with compost because

Mother Nature likes to be nourished

And I have been forewarned by Enlightened

Souls who study, to be prepared for

Global warming threat.

 

EOFY 30/6/2017 link to Hornets story at QUEENSLAND TIMES

Adani mine ‘not a positive thing for Australia’, Labor’s Mark Butler says | Australia news | The Guardian

Source: Adani mine ‘not a positive thing for Australia’, Labor’s Mark Butler says | Australia news | The Guardian

Elected Members of Parliament are supposed to be smart! At their request they can have access to any established facts and argument from specialised Scientists, but instead  the Dishonourable MP’s have wilfully been cutting the ranks of expertise(CSIRO), and listening to the lobbyists of the fossil fuel industry.

Money is the root of all evil? The Conservative coalition in power in Australia is taking us backward, pre-Unionisation of the 19th century. My family pedigree is at the bottom of the coal pit, in the cradle of the industrial revolution.

So when our kids learn the physics of climate change, and roam around the world via wi-fi to find reputable information about the situation of global warming now and predicted, the cracks in the generation gap will become a lot wider.

A law penalising Parliamentarian’s wilful deceit, greed, and negligence on issues like fossil fuels effects should happen now! At least the Federal and State ALP were making inroads to acting to prevent the worst of global warming.

Be Prepared! We got solar panels, insulation, curtains with some financial rebates, and I can report Renewable energy and energy conservation are starting to pay off in our household.

It is possible to reduce energy bills. and care for our children’s future in harmony with our knowledge of Physics and Nature – that’s what 250 years of curiosity and understanding have revealed!

Origin energy bill is halved.

 

A Mariner sailed the Sea c1620. He was Hugh, my 12th Great Grandfather!

LINK TO CLAPPING/ROPE TRADITION – Children of Sailortown such as my Cannaday/Clark ancestors were more than likely to initiate their own entertainment. Clapping songs or a Rope are fulfil basic needs for developmental play:

London Pool(Port). 1600

After a short, always treacherous merchant ship trip to Newcastle coal port in the year of our Lord, of  the  reign of King Charles 1, 1631 ~ Hugh Cannaday, a Mariner, sometime resident of Wapping, did the honourable thing by the pretty wench from Bishops gate.

Hugh was 21 and rightly proud… yet humble. It was a successful trip to Newcastle as second mate. It had been bloody hard, dirty work, and if they got home in one piece was paid better than any Royal crew.

The boat ferried the lads over to the shore-line, sailors like excited children across to the Wapping playground; unadulterated Sinners.

The Captain and the Vicar were clever; Their earnings were sorted in the Vestry. It was no pay and no play until they’d expressed gratitude to the Holy Trinity at the Sailor’s Church in Stepney for getting them home alive.

It didn’t hurt to sit and begin to adjust to land and lovers, but this time he was going to do things differently. He had turned 21 in the year 1631. He could deflect the fatigue on his knees at the altar, and stand and sit for a reading of the Gospel and singing of a Psalm.

Once he was carrying a purse full of cash from his profitable sea-coal venture to Newcastle-upon-Tyne, returning to the Thames, though his back bone was weary, nothing a hot tub and rub by a musclie Turk couldn’t fix.

God Almighty knew his purpose. He wanted to see that girl again. No need for whores along Wapping Wall. He wanted to impress. There was still time to get fitted for new boots. 

It would be bright tonight, suit a new shirt – she liked to stroke it…Yes, he needed the Barber, the shirt, the boots. Nothing else, after-all he was only tempting a daughter of Eve not marrying one!

The Italian barber insisted Hugh soak his hands in a bowl of warm soapy water then nails scrubbed if he was to please his mistress, or maiden is she? Believe me a female is allured like we had slinky, spot coat of the leopard at the Tower. 

Really, as the Lord is my Saviour, my wife go wild in the bed everywhere when I take her to Royal Zoo.! True! Hair done, magnifico, very handsome man.

He took the money, and his eyes shone. Hey don’t forget to come back and tell me your love story! Angelo not a fighter, am a lover heh? I can tell you are too. He winked. Hugh was not one for revealing licentious information about his affairs with anybody, let alone with this depraved Roman.

His hand coveted his sword hilt. The barber was quick to notice. with pockets of money had considered not entering that particular tavern where they had met previously, danced to the early morning, then sneaked him back to her father’s shop, only a few doors down, and my God they were up for it. 

He had paused at the threshold of the tavern Bishops-gate Street having a sense something momentous was about to occur. He surmised it was the thought of nothing else but the thought of fuckin’ with Thomasine again, or anybody with a nice round arse to grab.

He was 21years, a man who had a wage packet and feeling horny, but he wasn’t going to go with any tart who could give him Mother Clap for his sin.

by Wensellus Hollar

He could remember she was a comely 17. Could have been a gypsy. Aah, stop it, get over it, so he stepped into the bar where a mixed crowd of a Friday night generated the hive of convivial activity.

The barman greeted him with a nod, first drink on the house son; one group of youngsters were playing skull drinks, friends trained their eye to knocking the skittles, a balladeer sung favourite romances. 

 The fire was roaring, beckoned him over to sit with his tankard and relax after half a year of a profitable

“How do I know you ain’t stitching me up!” he said to her Mother, it could be any one of these fellas in this tavern?” Margaret Bond of Bishopsgate was 17 and burst into tears.

Dear God, forgive him, for he knows what you the Almighty wants to be done. She took his hand and pulled him to the floor to pray.

Margaret stayed seated. “He’s a good, hard-working man who would make a good father and husband, just as your Son, Jesus had in Saint Joseph. He was but an ordinary Carpenter but he performed the task which you God had purposed for him.

Due to this randy sailor my Virgin Margaret is no more, she fell for him, hook, line and sinker. As you blessed Saint Elizabeth, to be  a Mother of John the Evangelist, and Blessed Mary, Mother of God, may this man Hugh consent to carry his Paternal line of Cannaday

to do your Will. Amen. Amen. Hugh had been ambushed. Margaret’s father Thomas Bond entered the room, “Here we are my dear, the finest Brandy to welcome the next little bundle of joy!” The three adults in the room stood and clinked goblets.

“Don’t forget me!” blabbed their daughter, “It’s me needs the medicine to fortify the Soul. You’re always ignoring me!, and he burst into tears. Her father rushed to her side after an urgent silent direction from his mother.

“There Pet, get this down you. It will settle you both down for the night. Please sit young man. We will leave you two betrothed love birds to re-aquaint.

See you in the morning, sweet her father kissed her head, shook his soon to be son-in-law’s hand, and said, “Margaret, you’ll have to show your young man what you have been collecting in your sea-chest!

Margaret complied. Her mother said to her, now he was reeled in, all she had to do was make him comfortable on the bed and stroke his cock.

She led him into the adjoining room with a double bed and hung curtain decoratively attached to the four posts. Margaret explained to him this was the conjugal bed which they could use until they got their own.

“I’m sorry I was weeping like a weak woman,” she moaned. I was so looking forward to seeing you handsome face and feel your strong arms around me.

“You have very understanding parents” he said as she leaned her breasts over to touch his side, lifted her gaze to his. They kissed. She was ravishing him so he had to succumb, being in an aroused state of shock.

Hugh lay back on the pillow. He thanked God for leading him to the mother of his children. What was amazing was the smell of fish, strong, fresh fish which would fly out of the sea onto the deck of the ship, showing, said he Captain, the fecundity of God.

Fecund. They took turns in saying the word in different ways. When she asked if he had seen a Mermaid, he laughed. “Not at Sea, but you are very close to how I imagined her to be.”

Now, what would they wear when they walked down the aisle at St.Mary’s Whitechapel?

Thanks for stimulating the writing episode today – David Fictum at the wordpress blog

Source: Update of Success: The Anglo-American Maritime Clothing of 1680-1740 Project

Time travelling via wifi, between The Putney Debates, London (1647) & Canberra Parliament 2016

A principle of our inherited Westminster system of government is that Ministers of the Crown receive impartial, fearless advice.

CSIRO provides Scientific evidence to guide our policies for making our Commonwealth of Australia a better place, but in recent times the Government has shown a distinct lack of respect for the institution. 

• There is a career public service which impartially serves the government of the day.

On this day in 1647, in the midst of the English Civil War, between the Monarch and Parliament the so-called “Putney Debates” began in the church of St Mary The Virgin Church, Putney. The debates, Chaired by Cromwell and attended by officers.

Source: The Putney Debates (1647) It was the dawning of the Age of Enlightenment.

Ideas, creativity, invention was flowering. Communications technology such as accessible printing presses had a double-edged sword for those who wanted to promote new ideas and information to those who didn’t want them to be disseminated. Knowledge was Power, and it empowered the New Model Army.

Colonel Thomas Rainsborough and his brother William of Wapping were well loved in their seafarer and merchant community.

LIke their father who was honoured by the Crown for his prowess with the King’s ships, the sons inherit the wise, learned non-conformist gallantry which resonated with the populace.

Today we would call them “Champagne Socialists”.

When I hear our current Members of Parliament (in the Commonwealth of Australia) “verballing” the most vulnerable who depend on the safety net of welfare, targeting cuts to income and services – taxing the poorest and subsidising the richest, I think of the power of those words recorded at the Putney Debates 400 years ago, which is as relevant today:

“ … [T]he poorest hee that is in England hath a life to live, as the greatest hee … ”. I’m going to borrow that for personally political purposes!    BOOK REVIEW