Robert Nugent

Dungog Chronicle: Tuesday 17th August, 1920 OBITUARY – Robert Nugent “In the never ending procession of notable pioneers of the district who pass to their eternal rest the name of Robert Nugent, of Little River, Wangat, is one that has to be numbered. The late Mr Nugent, who was 66 years of age, was born…

Corrections and Moving Forward

I have a correction to make–I referred to the most recent image I have of Douglas in a previous post, stating it was from 1994–it was in fact from March 1980. Oops. I really need to keep my facts straight, hence the correction. HOWEVER. I have another image, dated the 3rd of December 1993. Unfortunately,…

Appin and Picton

It’s been on the To Do list for quite some time now, paying visits to the towns Douglas was last known to be living in the late nineties. Life gets busy though and the reality of this search is that it is rather emotionally taxing. I had to be 100% switched on for this visit…

When A Record Leaves You Hanging…

I was casually browsing through the paternal portion of my family tree tonight when I came across a new hint on one of my third great grandmothers, Mary Louisa Stevenson (married surname being Peace). The record in question? Lunacy Patients Admissions Registers (UK) 1846-1912. Interesting. I sussed it out and it appears that my third great…

So Who Is He? Part IV

We’re almost there! So as some of you may be aware, once I’d worked out who Bio Granddad was, I spent my uni break (two months) pushing through tonnes of research. I wanted to find living relatives, close ones to Bio Granddad, to see if they’d ever taken a DNA test, or would be willing…

Week 36: Work/52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

My paternal 3rd great grandfather, William Tooth (born around 1847 in Staffordshire, UK) was a shoemaker. I found a census record from 1881, listing his occupation: I don’t know much about shoemaking, but I do recall the trade being considered very lower class initially, but by the time my guy was working, it would have…

Disappearing Acts, Calculated Risks and a Visit to Dungog…Again.

Sunday last week went as normal…I was preparing to begin Semester 2 of uni the following day, had a shift at my retail job…the usual. I finished up my shift and as I was leaving, noticed that I had a missed call from a number I didn’t recognise. Listening to the voicemail message that was…

Week 24: Fathers Day/52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

It actually isn’t Fathers Day here in Australia (ours is in September)…so instead of that, I’ll give an update on the search, which has been the focus these past two weeks. I’ve done a complete 360 as to my theory of who Mum’s father is, in a matter of this past fortnight. And, as it…

Week 23: Going to The Chapel/52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks

I have spoken before about my great grandfather, Edward (Ted) Bate.  A Methodist church minister, he came out from Cannock, Staffordshire, England to answer this calling. Earlier in the year I sat down with all my grandparents, and looked at each of their photo collections from their sides of the family…I listened to their stories and…

T.S.

Things have been at a bit of a stalemate re: Mum’s ‘Who’s The Daddy’ mystery. It’s been a busy seven months for us, from having family members leaving for overseas for extended periods, my adoptive grandfather’s health scare, to me beginning postgrad study and juggling that with my jobs (yes, plural!). And I know that’s…