My Tribute

I’ve taken some time before writing this, to remember and to grieve.  I miss my friend Catherine Crout-Habel and this is my tribute.  I’m reading other people’s blog tributes and this is proving harder to write than I thought it would be.


I met Catherine through our mutual love of genealogy and blogging.  We soon found that we shared a passion for teaching, remembering, recording and saving history also.  We commented on each others blog posts but this one I remember especially.  Here is the post  “Trapped” and then our comments.


I worked with Catherine on Saving Graves South Australia to inform the public of the re-use of graves in South Australia.  Here is an early newspaper article Catherine did. The Financial Cost of Resting in Peace

For a small group of concerned South Australians, the recent creation of South Australia’s Burial and Cremation Act has failed to solve one very important issue – the right for a person to eternally rest in peace.”

We also made this website Saving Graves Australia and we have a Facebook Group.  I am continuing the work Catherine began with the able assistance and friendship of Phil Beames.

Catherine and I were both members of Genealogists for Families a group on Kiva which makes loans to borrowers all over the world to expand their small businesses, support their families, save for the future and raise themselves out of poverty.  Today I dedicated this loan to Catherine.  Fatima is a teacher in Nicaragua.

Here is one of Catherine’s Friday Funny posts from Facebook.  I loved her sense of humour.



We both loved the TV show Time Team and when Professor Mick Aston passed away, 24 Jun 2013, we shared our favourite memories of Mick and our favourite episodes.  Mick was famous on the show not only for his brilliant archaeology but also his bright stripey jumpers and hats.  I made two hats in honour of Professor Mick one for myself and one for Catherine which she loved.  When I wear my stripey hat I’ll think of you and Professor Mick.

Catherine’s second to last blog post in April again shows her great sense of humour, being able to make jokes about her illness.

“However I am “on the mend” and just wanted to let my blogging friends and regular readers know that I haven’t “fallen off the twig” yet… Lucky me, eh?…  As my energy returns I will catch up on reading your blogs which I’ve missed terribly.”

Now you’ve gone and I still had so much left that I wanted to say.  I’ll visit your grave and we can have a chat one day soon.  When you “fell” I pray it was a soft landing!!


Being A Grandma

I’m extremely proud of my kids and always thought that being a Mum was the best thing ever.  Now that I’ve been a Grandma for 21 months I think they’re about equal.  Josiah is 21 months and my daughter is due to have another boy next week!!!


Josiah driving Grandma's car

“Driving” Grandma’s Car


Josiah on Boxing Day 2013

Boxing Day 2013


Josiah playing in paddling pool

Water Play


Josiah playing in the yard

He loves being outside

So this is one of the reasons why I haven’t been posting on my blog very much.  I can’t wait to meet my new grandson soon!


Typhoid In Port Adelaide

I recently came across George Emery a distant ancestor of mine who died of typhoid 31 Oct 1897 when he was living in the Port Adelaide area.  He was only 22 years old.  Knowing that this was a poor area of Adelaide I wondered about the living conditions of the area and on searching Trove found the following article which explains it quite well.



I am, &c., J. C. KIRBY. December 18,1897.

Sir—The great outbreak of typhoid fever in Portland Ward, Port Adelaide, needs the most serious attention of all responsible par-<*> ties. I should like to hear that the Port Ade-

ties. I should like to hear that the Port Ade laide Health Board and the corporation are taking aoma steps corresponding to the emer gency. It is sad to hear of the number ot young people smitten by this terrible bat pre ventible disease. I understand that at Chicago the corporation have depots of lime in the poorer districts, which is given gratuitously for purposes of disinfection, and that the people are encouraged and taught to use it especially in counection with the ex cremata of typhoid. The Port Ade laide Corporation could do this at trilling cost. Bat there are many living in Portland Ward who cannot, and many who will not purchase lime at. their, own expense. It may be safely said that the sanitary system.of Portland Ward, and indeed of Part Adelaide generally, is of a foolish type. There are rase stores of filthy matter accumulated in cesspits, constant centres and germ beds of disease and Mr pollution. The Government set the *"-?nplf> by the store of filth tltey treasure up at the | public school. Some day we may have a i water - borne system of sanitation, but that will - not arrive for a long period. But it would be possible meantime to arrange for a quarterly emptying; of the present receptacles, and for this to bo done at so much per yard far the matter removed. In this way there would be no more cost to the bouse and property owner than there is in the present unsystematic method, and there would not be those large stores of filth which now exist. If this matter was taken up by the corporation it is probable that the cost to property owners would bo actually lest, beside the advantage on the score of cleanliness. In WooHann, Sydney, previous to the deep drainage, tbo corporation controlled the cesspits and their emptying and then charged according to the measure of the matter removed, to the very great advantage of all parties and to the di minution of typhoid fever and otber ?H—?— This is properly a municipal business, and if taken up by all municipalities where deep drainage cannot be had would save money and prevent disease. The persons who laid out Portland ward, with its wretched narrow streets and small allotments, are grossly to blame. They exhibited a combination of ignorance, of greed, and of a brutal disre gard of the health of future generations. Cer tainly the Legislature of South Australia is .also to be charged with great neglect; it should long ago have provided that streets should be of a given width and that houses should have a certain amount of ground. It was shameful for tbe law to allow a place to be laid out like Bowden and Portland Ward. I observe also that Portland Ward. the place which above all others needs to have the asphalt pave ments, is practically destitute of these most wholesome pavements; tbe footpaths are most of them so narrow that they would not cost much to do. One thine is certain, it would not cost so much to do what can be done to make Portland Ward sanitary as it costs for the place to be scourged with typhoid. If the benefit societies were awake to their own interests they would see into this, for in the form of sick pay to their members they have to pay the piper. The Working Men's Association might also wake up and insist that a better system of sanitation should be carried out. The sanitary arrange ments of the Fort PubKc School would not be tolerated a month if tbe working men would wake up, instead of allowing their children who attend that school to contract all ""?" of feverish complaints because the authorities will keep treasured of liithy matter instead of removing it frequently and systemati cally. It would be perfectly easy to con tract for weekly removal; but till tbe mass of the people become tired of preventible disease tbe Minister of Education will neglect to- provide common sense sanitary arrangements in the bulk of the public schools of the country. Nearly all fevers and the bulk of consumption, and probably of cancer, are preventible diseases, and come from dirt. It seems a pity for mankind to prefer dirt to life and health.—

Source: Trove

This descriptive quote from the State Library website certainly paints a dire picture.

The City Fathers were apparently unmoved, for six years later under the heading ‘The Typhoid Ponds’ an irate citizen said:

“Onward runs this pestilential fluid… this abomination takes its course zigzag through the Parklands into the West Torrens district, percolating through to the wells, impregnating the water with germs of every deadly disease conceivable. For what, may I ask, do we pay sanitary taxes…”



A Walk Before Church

Sunday morning I went for a little walk before church to take some photos of Hobbs House as I had seen it on a walk once before.

Hobbs House


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Hobbs House


Split Tree


This tree is just a little way along the path in front of the house and was possibly used as a shelter by Indigenous people and European settlers.

Split Tree


A Precious Treasure

I received an email from a distant cousin, Carmel, a couple of days ago. She found me via my tree website and told me that she had a photograph of my 2x great uncle Charles Noah Wigley which she wanted to pass on.  The photograph arrived today and I am ‘over the moon’.  Charles was a saddler and in 1919 was working for G. Harper Esq. of Charing Cross, Bendigo.  He later had his own saddlery.

Photograph of Charles Noah Wigley

Charles Noah Wigley 15 May 1919, Bendigo, Victoria, Australia

The photograph is on its original mounting and was taken at the Kalma Photographic Studio in Pall Mall, Bendigo.  It is a coarse, matt photographic paper and it looks to me like a faded sepia print.  The photo is glued to the mount.  It has had some water damage in the past which thankfully hasn’t marred the picture.

Now I have some more research to do about Charles’ lodge and the positions he held in it.



What Is An Outdoor Pauper?

I came across the term outdoor pauper today while searching the 1891 English census so I went straight to Google to find out what it meant.

For all things relating to poor relief and workhouses I turn to  The glossary says that indoor relief or an indoor pauper was a resident of a workhouse who was receiving their poor relief in that way.  Outdoor relief was given to those who still had somewhere to live but little to no income.

Here is a definition I found via Google Books;

Book text meaning of outdoor pauper

Ageing and Generational Relations over the Life Course by Tamara K Hareven

Has anyone else come across this before?  Have you heard a different meaning?