Birthday remembrance

Today I remember the birthday of my paternal grandmother, Brenda Mary Forsyth,  formerly Daniels nee Adams.  

Nana was born on the February 12, 1905 at 35 Smith Street, Kensington, Victoria, Australia.

Her parents were Mary Agnes nee Morgan and John Adams. 

35 Smith Street Kensington is the small house marked with a red dot and hidden behind the tree.

At my parents wedding.  

with me as a baby

Nana and Papa - taken at our farm around 1975 (Papa died in 1976)

with her niece Lorna Winterton nee Goodwin  (1924 - 2003)
Lorna was the daughter of Nana's closest sister, Catherine (Kit) Goodwin. (1896 - 1973)
Nana died on the 1st of March 1999 and is buried at Shepparton's Pine Lodge Lawn Cemetery.

Another birthday coincidence

Last week I wrote a quick post about our family birthday coincidences.

Today I have another birthday coincidence and I've only just realised it.

I received a couple of "Happy Blogiversary" comments (thanks Grant and Jim) today but I hadn't

remembered that the actual date of my first blog post was the 7th of February 2012.

I've been a bit busy of late.

The 7th of February is also the birthday of my wonderful Stepdad.

  Happy Birthday Bud and thank you for always being there for us.   

Mulloughn(e)y surname in Tipperary

I am hoping to connect with any Mulloughny/Mulloughney researchers in Tipperary.

My great great great grandmother was Mary Mulloughney.  

All I know about her is that she married Cornelius Kelly in Dualla, Tipperary in 1834 and that Roman 

Catholic baptism records have been found for six children.

A couple of sponsors at these baptisms also had the surname Mulloughney.  Possibly related to Mary?

• Son Michael Kelly was baptised on 18 September 1836 at Dualla. Sponsors were Patrick Mulloughny and Mary Mahony.

• Son Thomas was baptised on 1 January 1843 at Dualla.  Sponsors were Thomas Quinlan and Catherine Mulloughny

I have found quite a few Patrick Mulloughney's in the Griffiths Valuation record, living at Twomileborris 

which is about 29 kilometres from Dualla (North East)

Family birthdays and remembrances

My husband was born on his mother's birthday.

What a birthday present!!

Yesterday, the 29th of January, was their birthday.

His mum, Linda Marjory Taylor, nee Riley, would have been 99 years old.

We've recently moved away from our home area and I'm sure my husband really missed his regular

visit to the cemetery to "have a drink with Mum".

You are always in our thoughts Mum

Linda Marjory Taylor (nee Riley) 1914-2005

youngest daughter of William (Bill) Riley and Sarah nee Young of Korweinguboora.

Mother Mary Morgan

My paternal great grandmother's name was Mary Agnes Morgan.  

Her brother, Alexander Morgan and his wife Lavinia nee Stuart, also named their second daughter  Mary Agnes.

This Mary Agnes Morgan was born in New Zealand on the 19th of April 1898 and I was told by grandchildren of her sister that Mary joined the Roman Catholic order of the Society of the Sacred Heart.  They spoke of her with very high regard and told me how she became Bursar of the Baradene College in Auckland.

I knew Mary wasn't buried with her parents and infant sister at St. Joseph's cemetery, Pauatahanui but I had no idea where to look.  I put a query to the Facebook New Zealand history and genealogy group

asking "When a Catholic nun died would her death be recorded under her birth name?"  I was given not only her burial information but also a link for New Zealand Archives of the Society of the Sacred Heart

I sent an email to the archivist Sister Dorothea Hewlett who was so very helpful.  

I received much  much more than I had dared hope for.  

Sister Dorothea's reply and the items she sent me follow:

Dear Kerryn,

The document I'm sending you is the eulogy that was read at Mother Morgan's
funeral. The photograph in which she is wearing the habit is probably from
the 1960's; the other is marked 1970's, and shows her great love of animals.

By a strange coincidence, I have just received an account of the adventures
of the Sisters of St Joseph of Orange, California, who escaped from the
Solomons in early 1943 and spent a week here at Baradene, though at that
time it was simply known as Remuera. The account includes a lovely reference
to Mother Morgan's great kindness, which I have added to the other document.
I hope you find these details helpful in your research.

Wishing you every success in it, and blessings for Christmas and the New
Year,

Dorothea Hewlett rscj.

Sisters of St Joseph of California

January 14, 1943

            “The four Sisters of Saint Joseph were the pets of the convent. We were showered with kindness on every side. Mother Morgan was assigned to us as a sort of guardian angel. Whenever we would turn around, there was Mother Morgan to do something for us. We couldn’t suggest a thing, as it was always there before we could ask for it. There were books to read, soap and water, and ironing equipment, in fact, everything . Soon we were all starched and ironed and wearing our regular head-dress.” 

This is the eulogy 

and last but not least the TWO photos!

You can certainly see the twinkling eyes mentioned in her eulogy

Trove Tuesday - Yeah right!

A family member made me laugh when he posted this on facebook telling his wife it was a wonderfully written article and she should read it ............  I think he is still alive ....... Cooee are you there Harold?

Euroa Advertiser (Vic. : 1884 - 1920), Friday 13 November 1896, page 2

For the  Trove Tuesday theme by Amy Houston from Branches, Leaves & Pollen

Sentimental Sunday - Nana Daisy

Fourteen years ago today we said our final farewells to a very much loved grandmother and great grandmother.

My mum was with Nana when she passed.  I now know how very sad mum felt to lose her beloved mother as only six months ago I sat with my mum for her final days.

Daisy Marion Morgan was born at Moyhu, Victoria, the second eldest daughter of William Thomas Morgan and Ada May nee Hulme.

I remember my Nana for her gentleness, her sense of fun, love of her family and her wonderful cooking.

My gramps, Archie Fleming, had died nearly 21 years earlier.  Nana was so devastated and lost after he went we felt she would surely soon follow him but she rallied for her children and grandchildren.

I always remember Nana and Gramp doing everything together and I loved going to stay with them for school holidays.

Nana and Gramp with their dogs Suzie and Goldie