A blog about the frustrations, adventures, brickwalls and ultimately rewards of someone searching for their origins. Some Irish (Shamrocks), Scottish (Shortbread) and Shenanigans (English) all mixed into one!

Sunday, 31 July 2011

Who Do I Think I Am?

Oh Great Grandfather, how you taunt me so. I know you existed because I now exist. Where did you come from? Why did you decide to live in Brisbane, Queensland, Australia? When did you arrive in my homeland?

Who were you?

My great-grandfather, James Arthur, is not my brick wall; he’s my Alcatraz, my Holloway, my Boggo Road.  My gaol who keeps me imprisoned wondering who he was, and in turn, keeps me wondering who I am.

James is an enigma.  The first proof of his existence was from the birth certificate of my grandfather, William Arthur. But James Arthur was killed in 1901 when William was only 5 years old, so he had no memory of him.

James Arthur “Facts” (or are they?)

One of James' letters to his wife

I do know that James Arthur married my great grandmother, Catherine Alice Gibbons, in St. Patrick’s Catholic Church, Gympie, Queensland, in September 1885. 

I have seen the original marriage certificate, which is kept at the State Library of Queensland (a late night random search of his name at this library provided a collection called “The James Arthur Papers”. Someone had the wisdom to donate a collection of documents pertaining to James’ employment and correspondence to his wife).
  






On James’ marriage certificate, he listed the following information:
Section of the 1885 Marriage Certificate

·                   He was 30 years of age at the time of his marriage (September 1885);
·                   He was employed at the time as a Sawyer;
·                   He was living at Tewantin, Queensland, at the time of his marriage;
·                   He was a bachelor;
·                   He married in a Catholic Church;
·                   He was born in Liverpool, Lancashire;
·                   His parent’s names were John Arthur and Ellen Torpey;
·                   His father (John’s) occupation was merchant;
·                   His wife to be, Catherine Alice Gibbons, was from Tipperary, Ireland;
·                   Catherine’s parents were Thomas Gibbons and Honora Murphy;
·                   Catherine was illiterate (she marked an ‘X’ for her signature);
·                   James was literate (he signed his name).

An in-depth look into the documents in The James Arthur Papers also revealed the following information:

·                   James was employed as a seaman for the last years of his life, working as a Black Labour Recruiter, travelling to the Solomon Islands from Queensland to recruit;
·                   He wrote many letters home to his wife while at sea;
·                   His letters were grammatically correct, his English perfect, spelling exact, not American English;
·                   He always signed his letters to his wife “James Arthur”. No middle initial.
·                   His employer was Thomas Brown & Sons, Brisbane;
·                   His Certificates of Discharge from ships all noted his conduct as ‘very good’;
·                   He was murdered in the Solomon Islands (shot by Islanders) on April 19, 1901 (the boat he was working on at the time, The Fearless, is the background of my blog page);
·                   He was buried either at sea or on the beach on an island in the Solomons.

Family information known about James is:

               His children’s names were (in birth order) Catherine, “Nellie” (Mary Ellen), James, John, William, and Alice;
·                   None of his children were given middle names (my grandfather William used to joke that they were ‘too poor to afford middle names’!);
·                   When my grandfather William had children, he named his first child James, and my father was told that he should have named HIS first child James as that was the “Arthur tradition” (my father didn’t go with the flow on this one!);
·                   My father told me he thought James was from Manchester; however my oldest brother thought that grandfather William had told him that James was from Sheffield. Liverpool? Manchester? Sheffield? All very close to one another.

So, with all this information, I was sure I would find SOME proof of James’ existence before his 1885 appearance in Gympie, Australia.

I thought wrongly…….

Over the years (and paid subscriptions to sites) I have found NO evidence of James Arthur’s existence prior to 1885. Records I have researched through include:

·                   BMD for England and Wales (there is no record of his birth in the official registers);
·                   BMD for an entry under the surname of “Torpey” and variants;
·                   BMD for “Arthur James” and variants;
·                   Lancashire and Cheshire parish records;
·                   UK / Scotland Censuses for 1851, 1861, 1871 or 1881. Searched for him, his parents, any family with names similar to those he called his own children. Also using his name backwards, using the Torpey name, the name McArthur.  Ignored information about birth in Liverpool, and searched everywhere. Nothing found;
·                   Irish BMD’s available from paid Irish sites, for information on James, John or Ellen Torpey;
·                   Irish Census 1901 & 1911 for possible information on his parents, if still alive, or siblings;
·                   Directories searching for a John Arthur, merchant;
·                   World wide newspapers (I found several articles on his murder in the Solomon Islands, but none other than this);
·                   Army records from the UK;
·                   Old
Bailey Court
site;
·                   Immigration records for all states in Australia;
·                   Extensive searches on Ancestry.com, Findmypast.com, Familysearch.com., Rootsweb.com;
·                   Extensive enquiries on many different genealogy mailing lists;
·                   Death records in 1901 – 1910 for all Australian States, New Zealand, UK (I have not been able to find out who was responsible for recording Solomon Island deaths in 1901). No death record was issued, no mention in Police Gazettes, Government Gazettes;
·                   UK & Australian Wills from 1901;
·                   Irish newspapers for mention of his 1901 death;
·                   BMD registers in Australia for any record of any other person with parent’s names of Arthur and Torpey;
·                   All State Archives in Australia, National Archives of Australia, New Zealand and UK;
·                   School registers in the UK.

I have found not ONE piece of evidence in any of these records of James, his parents’ marriage, death, census, working life.

James' only evidence of his death?

James MUST have been educated as he was perfectly literate. What kind of person was educated in the late 1800’s? I would have thought that those from a more privileged background would have been afforded this opportunity. Whey then is there not one scrap of a trail left on his existence?

I am most certain that James will be the reason for my eventual insanity. He has made me an insomniac, a cynic (many nights I have lay awake, thinking he must have been an axe murderer who had to change his name to escape England!).

If you have read this far, I hope you have felt some of my frustration and pain!

If you can SOLVE this mystery of who I am, then I’ll give you my sanity. On a silver platter.

Oh James Arthur, you taunt me so….





Saturday, 23 July 2011

Some Of The Shortbread In My Tree (Scotch Finger, anyone?)

If it wasn't for the Scottish, I may have never existed....

McDonald Headstone, Kyneton Cemetery
Pretty big statement, I know, but the Scottish brought Catholicism to my mother's line, and without that, she never would have married my father!

My maternal great great grandmother was Mary McDonald. Anyone who has studied Scottish family history would know that this name is an extremely common one, so I had to retrace my line using Australian BDM certificates to ensure that I was researching the correct Mary.

Mary McDonald, then aged 15 years of age,  arrived in Hobson's Bay, Victoria, Australia, on 20 September, 1852, on the ship "Marco Polo", with her family (father Angus, mother Marjory, and siblings Ann, Flora, Sarah, Catherine, and Roderick). A brother, Ronald, who sailed with them, died on route to Australia. The Victorian shipping list notes that none of the family could write, and only two could read. Mary could do neither. They were not indentured to anyone for paying their fare - the shipping record notes under the heading "By Whom Engaged" the statement "On own account to Melbourne."
Mum (Vera Arthur) with her g-g grandparent's headstone,
 Kyneton Cemetery

The McDonalds originated from Moidart, Inverness-shire, Scotland. Their reason for migration is unknown, but my research has found that nearly 25% of the population migrated from their homeland in the mid 1800's. The Catholic Church in Australia appears to have played a large part in the mass migration of the Scottish to Australia.

I am unsure of the McDonalds' early years in Australia, but they eventually settled in Spring Creek, just outside of Kyneton, Victoria. Angus was a farmer at Spring Creek.



A McPherson Gravestone marker in Kyneton Cemetery

I found it interesting that two of the McDonald sisters, Sarah and Flora, married two McPherson brothers (Sarah married  John and Flora married Archibald).  The McPhersons, who also originated from Inverness-shire, Scotland, lived in the Kyneton District, and like Angus McDonald, were also farmers.

Mary met her husband John Burton, an Englishman, in the late 1850's (John had migrated with his brother, Richard, in December 1854) and married on 28 May, 1860. The McDonalds were Catholic; John Burton was Methodist, a successful merchant  (he owned the Hepburn Springs Hotel near Old Racecourse Road, as well as performing duties as a Daylesford councillor and Justice of the Peace). I have no idea how they would have met, but the Burton children that resulted from that marriage were raised Catholic.

Old Racecourse Road, Hepburn Springs, today.

After several unsuccessful business ventures and personal tragedies (John's brother, Richard Burton, killed himself in John's house in December, 1866), the Burtons moved to Brisbane, Queensland. They were residing in Queensland by 1870.

John and Mary's granddaughter, Flora Burton (my grandmother) met and fell in love with John Wesley Oxford, in Brisbane. As John's name indicates, he was not Catholic! Another chance for me not to exist! He did, however, agree to raise any children as Catholics, so he and Flora wed in 1919. This caused much concern amongst his siblings, who were most upset at him marrying a Catholic. John's siblings, with the exception of brother, Will, continued with the Methodist faith, and I have found several distant cousins who belong to this faith.

As for my Scottish ancestry, my mother fondly remembers her Auntie Elsie baking delicious shortbread every New Year. I must admit, however, that I do not like shortbread!

Daylesford Historical Society
I have visited the Daylesford Historical Society to research my family, as well as travelling to Hepburn Springs, Kyneton, Spring Creek, and local cemeteries to find my ancestors memorials. The Daylesford Historical Society holds hundreds of newspaper articles of  John Burton, as he was a prominent resident in the day. There are also many references to McDonalds, but I did not have enough time to research each one to be able to confirm if they related to my line. This trip was so meaningful to me and my mother, and I would love to visit Inverness-shire one day to look over the ground my ancestors lived, loved and had to leave. 

A toast to Scotland!

(You can have the shortbread)