Theme: Challenge.

My second cousin Peter John Hunt (1929-2012) was a surveyor on the New Zealand Geological Survey Antarctic Expedition (1960–61), He received the Polar Medal and RGS Sir Cuthbert Peek award in 1969. Hunt Mountain (3660m) in Antarctica was named after him.

Originally a British Army officer, “……during the summer of 1959/60 he took part in the Geological and Topographical Survey Expedition, and after spending the following winter at Scott Base, he led the Southern Party of the 1960/61 Summer Expedition. The work of these field parties covered about 12,000 square miles of previously unexplored land in the Ross Dependency from Cape Parr (80° 30′ S) to the Beardmore Glacier (84° S), about 400 miles south of Scott Base. (Royal Engineers Journal, No. 2 1962)

He spent the winter at Scott Base in 1960. At that time they had none of the modern Antarctic-style clothing such as down-filled parkas, and very few of the modern comforts now available such as well-insulated huts, a cinema, etc . Transport was mainly by dog sledge. They had one smallish bulldozer, 4 tractors and a Landrover. Heaters ran on kerosene.

Peter kept a diary over that winter. On 30 March 1960 he wrote “Today we have seen the sun from (Scott) Base for the last time – till about the third week of August. ‘Officially’ it sets at this latitude on 4th April but of course we are screened here by the hills to the north and west. As the sun recedes slowly from the dog lines down on the Ice Shelf those dogs still in the light seem quite content, while those in the shade kick up a fantastic rumpus in an attempt perhaps to persuade the sun to return!”

By 1 May 1960 they only had 2-3 hours of twilight and ran the dogs for exercise when the moon was up.

While on a brief field expedition during the winter, sleeping in a tent, he wrote: “I would like to spend a penny outside but it would be suicidal.”

The diary was finally posted to his mother in early Spring. Until then his family had had to rely on the occasional radio message.

Theme: Overlooked.

When I first started investigating my maternal grandparents’ line, it was known that my Great Grandparents Edwin Hunt and Margaret Morgan and their large family had emigrated to Australia from Berkshire in 1879, and that he had two sisters Elizabeth and Mary Anne who had emigrated earlier. A third sister Emma and a brother Reuben remained behind in England.

Over the years, and particularly once internet searching became available, the various lines were investigated and recorded. It was fortunate that the 1841 Census showed Reuben, at that time aged 17, living with his parents and siblings – otherwise his existence may have been doubted, as he cannot be traced further.

So matters rested for many years. Edwin and Margaret had 5 children born between 1820 and 1837 …. with gaps of several years between most of them. Perhaps that is why the gap between two of the sisters went unremarked (1829 and 1833).

But a few years ago, a cousin directly descended from Mary Anne did think to check, and with increased access to death records discovered there had been another sister, named Zebra, born in 1831 and died aged 2 in 1834. As was customary in those times, the deaths of little children were rarely if ever spoken about.

Her name may have been a contraction of Zipporah, a popular name at the time. A distant cousin born in 1843 was named Zilla(h), and the fourth child of Edwin’s sister Mary Anne was named Lizzie Zebra, born 1863 – indeed it was while searching for a source of her name Zebra that the 2-year-old was discovered.

Theme: Nickname

I am late with this – I couldn’t think of anything new to write about concerning my family’s or my husband’s family’s various nicknames – nothing very startling or unusual – but then I remembered…..

I once owned a gorgeous little sports car – British racing green with a black hood and tonneau – an Austin Healey Sprite Mark 1. Always known as a Bugeye.

According to the Austin Healey website:
“The Austin-Healey Sprite series AN5 (produced between 1958-1960) is the original Sprite. It is perhaps better known in North America as the Bugeye and elsewhere as the Frogeye. This nickname is owing to the unique headlight mounting. … Power was supplied by the Austin 948 cc A-Series engine producing 43 hp, and while performance was hardly neck snapping, no one complained because the car was just so much fun to drive.”

And it was. Whenever possible I drove with the hood down, even in light rain, which meant sometimes I was invisible to the car in front, being so low to the ground … the steering wheel was minuscule compared to modern styles and in addition was very, very sensitive, racing-car style – which scared a friend who tried to drive it. The suspension was very low so I had to be wary of speed bumps and potholes.

There were no outside door handles and no roll-up windows. An invitation to thieves. But a previous owner had fitted a nifty little switch well hidden under the dashboard and although my dear little Bugeye WAS stolen twice, each time it was abandoned just down the road with wires hanging down under the dashboard – but that hidden switch foiled the thieves every time.

Only recently have I discovered that a cousin owned exactly the same type of car at exactly the same time! His most enduring memory was waiting at traffic lights in the middle of a three-lane road, with huge trucks on both sides of him, and the thought – “I hope they know I’m here” !!!

This is not my photo, my Bugeye did not have a racing number on it or a roll bar, but the colour is so close….. A wonderful memory.
 

Theme: Favourite Photo.

This photo shows my Aunt Betty and my mother Vada d’Archy in the grounds of their home in Toowoomba, Queensland. It must have been taken soon after their father Dick d’Archy left to fight in the First World War. He had been managing a large cattle station in far North Queensland, where my mother was born in 1913. Their mother Lily Hunt was a gentle Englishwoman who not surprisingly took the girls back to her own mother and sisters in Toowoomba. They had a large house which was shared at different times with a number of relatives.

My aunt had a special fondness for the house, named “Redmarley” after the Hunt family’s ancestral village in Worcestershire. Many years later she made more than one trip to Toowomba to try and locate the house. Here it is in a second photo – with a number of relatives – my mother Vada is the little girl being held by – I think – her Aunt Margaret. My grandmother Lily is standing to their left, and Betty is in front of her mother.

Topic: Creativity

My mother “Vada” (d’Archy) Johnston was always very clever with her hands. A stay-at-home mother like most of her contemporaries, she was always knitting, crocheting or sewing something. She used to make all her own and my dresses. When my brother and I were young she went to a number of evening classes where among other things she learned to make lampshades and artificial flowers – some of the latter she then sold to a local dressmaker; they were beautiful and very realistic. I was fascinated by the process and loved watching her – she had a little bag full of sand and tools which were heated in the flame of a spirit lamp. Stamens, etc were purchased. Other tools of her trade were reels of fine wire, tiny wire clippers and scissors, and special fabric glue. Sadly I do not have any examples of her work.

It ran in the family. Her English-born mother Lily (Hunt) d’Archy did much embroidery but I think some of it was simply repairs – including to damask napkins, which I still have. Her sister my Aunt Betty d’Archy made my christening gown – ultra-fine muslim with lots of lace and tiny satin bows. It is shortly to be worn by my Great Niece .. the 6th wearer and 3rd generation.

Topic: Nickname

Like most other late 19th Century families in England and Australia at least, my Darchy family delighted in never using a person’s full first name. It was usually just shortened – William became “Bill”, Frances became “Frank” etc, or the middle name was used – Edith Lillian was always “Lily” and her daughters Lillian Vada and Nancy Elizabeth were always “Vada” and “Betty”. Clara Cecille was “Clare” and George Thomas Darchy was always “Tim” possibly because there were several other Thomases variously known as “Tom” and “Dick”.

A few had more unique nicknames – Frances Clare Darchy was always known as “Aunt Jig” because when young she could never stay still. Her nephew FritzEdward Wreford Darchy was “Reefer” while another nephew also FritzEdward was “Son” or “Ted”.

My English mother -in-law’s father also came from a nickname-addicted family of ten. Adeline Maud Attrill was “Add”, Mabel Florence Attrill was “Mae” , Edith Emma Attrill was “Ede”, Sydney Claude was “Sid”. Not really unique nicknames but easy to trip off the tongue in a hurry!

I was always just plain “Nan”, even at school where there were some quite creative names, especially among the boarders. It wasn’t until I had left home and all the people who knew me that I became Nancy. When I started writing family stories I always used my middle name Vada as well, to distinguish me from countless other Nancys, not just within the family but out in the big wide world.

Topic: Taking Care of Business.

My GG Uncle Charles Johnston 1854-1933 was born in Airth, Stirlingshire. He was just two years old when he emigrated to Tasmania with his parents on the ‘Storm Cloud’.

He grew up in Launceston, Tasmania but must have moved to Sydney about six years before marrying Charlotte Jane Newsom, daughter of William and Ann Elizabeth Newsom, in 1891 when he was 37. They had one son born in 1894.

Charles was a draper rather than a carpenter, the latter being both his father’s and his son’s occupation. His father later became a Librarian, but that didn’t rub off on Charles either.

Charles had a small haberdashery shop in Falcon Street Crows Nest, North Sydney, only 100 yards from a major shopping centre and road junction . Charles’ cousin Walter Louis Huxtable was to say two decades later that Charles’ shop was “100 yards from a fortune”. Five roads converged at the junction and in the middle was a tram centre for trams from all parts of Sydney, then a burgeoning city. Nevertheless the business continued for many years, until Charles retired about 1920. He died aged 79. It is not known if Charlotte assisted her husband in the business.

Topic for Week 18: Love and Marriage.

Topic for Week 19: Preserve.

I have now missed two deadlines, but looking back I did cover the Week 18 topic last year in Week 34, writing about English schoolteachers Syd Attrill from Plumstead, Kent and Flo Brown, a miner’s daughter from Wingate, County Durham.

The Week 19 topic I covered in Week 49 last year, writing about my maternal Grandmother Lily Hunt and her recipe book – which although not specifically mentioned, is full of recipes for preserves.

Topic: War.

My Great Great Grand Uncle John Lyle, eldest son of Scottish weaver and/or farmer Robert Lyle (1768-1793) and Mary Cochrane (1765-1797) was born in Paisley on Feb 24 1789. He was to die of yellow fever in Uppark Military Camp, Jamaica on June 16, 1822, aged 33 and at that time a Colour Sergeant with the 91st Regiment of Foot.

The records of the 91st in the British National Archives are very informative. I know just how tall John was and the colour of his eyes, how much he was paid and whether he was well behaved or not!

John fought in the Peninsular Wars then after a short time ‘home’ was away again fighting in the Pyrenees. He had a wife and 3 children; it is not known if his wife and family followed the Regiment or stayed at home.

John fought at Waterloo – and survived. Between 1815 and 1818 the 91st remained in France as part of the Allied Occupation Army under Wellington. John’s last child, a daughter, was born in Valenciennes in 1818.

After about two years in Ireland, the Regiment received orders for Jamaica. The records show that John disembarked from the “Brilliant” on February 16th, 1822 – and died on June 17th. A note on his record says he left three orphan children in the care of the Regiment. (I have not been able to trace the children further.)

The book “Sharp’s Waterloo” by Bernard Cornwell, although fictious, gives a graphic picture of conditions existing in a regiment such as the 91st, and the life of a foot soldier and also his wife.