Theme: In the Beginning.
I have decided to take up the 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks challenge again – I completed almost every week in 2023 but only the first few months in 2024. 2025 presents a whole new list of topics.
From as early as I can remember there was a huge old bible sitting on top of the piano …. There was a roughly-drawn family tree with a few names written inside it which meant nothing to me for a long time. I was told it came from my father’s Johnston family.
Something prompted me to copy the entry when I was about 12 …. And somehow, miraculously, that piece of paper survived …
Fast forward many years. I started to become interested in genealogy. My father knew nothing about his father’s Scottish Johnston family; granddad was a journalist and an intensely private man but I knew he had been born in Launceston, Tasmania and his ancestors came from Scotland. By then the bible had been lost, probably during a house move, but I still had that scrap of paper. It had a rough-drawn chart going back three generations, showing that Alexander Johnston married Margaret Lyle, they had 3 children Charles, Margaret and Alexander, and there were very few descendants – none from Charles, one only from Margaret who married a Huxtable, and although Alexander had two, one died in infancy.
But the Tasmanian Archives, when consulted, listed three children – George, Margaret and Alexander (my grandad). Where was Charles? Initially and somewhat naively I assumed Charles had been christened George – at that stage I had no birth dates.
All became clear eventually when I discovered an immigration record. Alexander and Bertha had a little son Charles with them when they emigrated to Tasmania in 1855. George was born soon after their arrival.
There are many stories about this family, probably the most interesting being about George, a merchant seaman who lost his life in a shipwreck off the Australian coast, when aged only 33. Charles, Margaret and Alexander all ended up living in Sydney with their families but over the years contact was lost; it was not until I started actively investigating that I made contact with some of their descendants – certainly more than that early rough tree indicated. Margaret in particular has at last count about 98 descendants!
I was born in Sydney, Australia but now live in New Zealand. By an amazing coincidence I discovered that one of Margaret’s descendants is actually living in the same city. How lovely it is to have a cousin here!





