My late mother in law often spoke fondly of her Grandma Daley who she loved and greatly admired. In researching her life, I soon came to realise that she had faced many challenges, heartache and tragedy during her life. Lilian Tregenza Delve was born 11 May 1879 in St Johns Wood, Middlesex, England to John Hockridge Delve and his second wife Jane Downing Tregenza.1 Joy turned to tragedy when Jane died just 9 days later. Within a year, her father … Continue reading
Happy New Year from all at the Genealogical Society of Queensland. We’re happy to announce the library will now be open from Tuesday 7 January with normal opening hours of 10am – 3pm on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday & Friday. Our opening hours on a Saturday are 12pm noon – 4pm. Our regular bloggers are now refreshed and keen to submit a new batch of interesting blogs for 2020 beginning next Monday 13 January when member Bobbie Edes takes up Jill … Continue reading
Many years ago, my aunt told me a story in which she remembered sitting in a car in a car park while her father visited someone in an adjoining building. She wondered why she could not go with him, but her father made it clear he was going alone. She learnt later that she was outside the Goodna Mental Asylum where her father was visiting his older brother William Alexander Dorsey Bell. This story lingered in my mind so a … Continue reading
For those who know me you know I am a public health microbiologist, a scientist. I have done a number of presentations for Scientists in Schools and had the interesting experience of a young lad about 11 years old very upset with his teacher as he thought they were getting “a proper scientist! Girls can’t be scientists!” It is hugely important that people can see that girls can be scientists, plumbers, doctors, teachers etc and also that this is also … Continue reading
by Bob McAllister Great Uncle Henry, known to the rest of the world as Squib Suddaby, had been a jockey. As a four-year-old, that meant nothing to me but it was apparently the explanation for why a cranky little man was always sitting in that strange crouch on a stool in the corner of my great-grandmother’s kitchen. Half a century later, searches in the Trove newspaper archive confirmed that H J Suddaby had indeed been a jockey. His name appeared … Continue reading
