Sunday, 14 August 2016

A pretty wedding

Weddings are the flavour of the month for Sepia Saturday, so this week I thought I'd feature the following photograph. The description that accompanies it was originally clipped from the New Zealand Times, 30 December 1909.


The wedding photograph of Frances Morrison and Raymond Horn, 29 December 1909. 
Photo and clipping courtesy of Shona Michie, granddaughter of Frances and Ray, and my 2nd cousin.


                                 

Frances Morrison was my great aunt. Her brother John who gave her away was my grandfather. He is the young man seated on the right, and was a civil servant working in Wanganui at the time, north of Wellington, so he would have been available to give his sister away in place of his father. John would only have been 20 in 1909, with Frances being  27, her groom Raymond being 25 and her sister Margaret 24.  The best man and my great aunt Margaret both look rather solemn and no one is really smiling, but the two little nieces are very sweet. The reporter did a good job of describing all the details of the dresses worn by the bridal party and others. I found several other reports of the wedding on the invaluable New Zealand National Library web site Paperspast, although two of them were rather inaccurate, as they referred to the bride being attended by four child bridesmaids, and had the wrong first name for the groom. 

 One report says that there were between 50 and 60 guests attending the wedding, but the bride's parents (my maternal great grandparents Daniel and Mary Bridget Morrison) were not amongst them. They lived in Canvastown in the Marlborough district of the South Island and perhaps the cost of the journey across Cook Strait between Picton at the top of the South Island and Wellington at the bottom end of the North Island was prohibitive, in view of the fact that five of Daniel and Mary Bridget's fourteen children would still have been living at home. Eileen their youngest would only have been aged 8 in 1909 and perhaps wished she could also have been a bridesmaid for her big sister.

The Morrisons' decision not to attend their daughter's wedding might also have been influenced by the fact that earlier that year (1909) there had been a major shipping disaster in the Cook Strait, when the SS Penguin was wrecked with the loss of at least 72 lives. You can read about the disaster here at http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/ss-em-penguin-em-wrecked-in-cook-strait. Cook Strait is not very wide but can be an extremely rough stretch of water in bad weather. One of the passengers, a pregnant lady called Ada Hannam, was coincidentally related to me on my father's side. While Ada and her unborn baby survived, she very tragically lost her husband and four children in the disaster. I can imagine that people would have been wary of making the crossing for some time afterwards.

Frances and Ray had a happy marriage which produced three children, although sadly their first son James died in infancy.  Ray passed away in 1943 and Frances in 1959. 

For more thoughts on love and marriage, the Sepia Saturday topic for August, go to http://sepiasaturday.blogspot.com.au/2016/08/sepia-saturday-342-august-2016-love-and.html














Saturday, 13 August 2016

NFHM Challenge: Charles Forbes, Wagonner


                                                       
This week's NFHM blogging challenge suggests that we honour our working ancestors and the challenges they faced in their occupations. I've chosen to feature my great grandfather Charles Forbes, waggoner.  Here is his published obituary.

Obituary published in the Press (Christchurch), 4 September 1929, snipped from the Paperspast web site


As the obituary records, Charles was originally from Ballater in Aberdeenshire. His father had died before he was born and his mother had re-married and emigrated to New Zealand in 1860 with her new husband and their five children. In the 1861 Census Charles was living with the household of  the local minister and was described as a cattleman, despite being only aged 14 at the time.  I had a copy of his obituary before it was available to be read on the Paperspast web site and I've since found a number of newspaper references to the partnership of Murray and Forbes which substantiate some of the facts provided. The carting work they undertook with their wagons would often have been challenging.  Here are two articles describing accidents that befell Mr J Murray on one occasion and Thomas Powell, an employee of Murray and Forbes on another:

Star, 7 June 1881, snipped from Paperspast


MIRACULOUS ESCAPE.
♦- AN EXTRAORDINARY OCCURRENCE. A most extraordinary escape from what might have been a frightful death happened to a man named Thomas Powell, a carter in the employ of Messrs Murray and Forbes,waggoners, at Waikari. The firm have this year contracted to carry the wool from a station in the Awatere district, in Nelson, a distance of over 160 miles from Waikari, across same of the roughest country it is possible to get a waggon over. On New Year's Day Thomas Diamond, a driver who has been in Messrs Murray and Forbes' employ for a great number of years, and T. Powell started from their camping ground in the Yara creek, not far from the station, and were proceeding down the Yarra sideling into the Acheron river with two waggons carrying 20 bales each. The road along this creek is cut out of the side of the hill, and at the widest place does not exceed nine feet in width, which at some of the short turns that exist on the line of road makes it very dangerous for the traffic. Diamond took his waggon load safely over the worst point near the creek, but he had considerable difficulty in so doing, as the rubble had formed a mound on the track which lifted the wheels from the road. Powell, however, in attempting the same had the misfortune to find that the edge of the roadway gave way under his waggon wheels ; and the waggon began to turn over. Powell at once saw that he could do nothing to save the waggon, so he made a leap and landed amongst some big stones. Just as he fell, the waggon came on him ; but he being between two large pieces of rock, was only confined in a space large enough to hold him. His right arm was struok by a part of the waggon as it went over. Diamond, when he saw the upset, at once stopped his team and went to his mate's assistance, under the impression that he was killed. He was surprised to find him in the enclosure, and by degrees he managed to remove the waggon (in pieces) as well as the wool bales. When Powell was uncovered, the only injuries he was found to have sustained was a flesh wound on the right arm. Diamond and Powell at once set to work to get the waggon righted again, and, the horses not being injured, the matter was soon arrarged und tho teams started. Powell drove his team to Waikari, excepting over the difficult parts of the road ; and on arrival ot Waikari last night he went to visit Dr Brandon to have his wound thoroughly attended to. The distance from where the accident occurred to Waikari was fully 75 miles, and yet Powell, with one arm, drove the team of six horses, only obtaining the assistance of his mate at any of the most critical points on the road. The horses, strange to say, received no injury whatever ; but the waggon was greatly knocked about. '
Star, 6 January 1883, transcription from Paperspast web site
           Despite the heading describing what occurred in the second incident as an extraordinary occurrence, I can imagine that accidents to the wagons were not uncommon, given the hazardous nature of the work and the state of the country roads in those days.  I found several references to letters written by Murray and Forbes to the local road board, complaining of unsafe roads and river crossings, to which the board sometimes responded that the work would be done,sometimes not.

Out of interest, here is a report of a reader's response to the accident involving Messrs Powell and Diamond:

Auckland Star 13 February 1883, snipped from Paperspast

                                
When the railway first came to the area, Murray and Forbes were initially able to compete, as reported here:

                             

New Zealand Herald 23 April 1881, snipped from Paperspast

 However by 1886, the firm realized that they could no longer compete successfully with the 'iron horse', as the train was then known. The photograph below was taken by the firm of Edmund Wheeler and Son, and shows 6 sets of horses and wagons assembled in Cathedral Square Christchurch NZ in April 1886.  It comes from the  extensive collection of the Alexander Turnbull Library in Wellington NZ, and the wagons belonged to Murray and Forbes. Prior to dissolving their partnership they arranged for this photograph to be taken, as you can read in the article taken from the Star newspaper of 28 April 1886. Unfortunately there's no identification of the men in the photograph, and as I have so far only been able to identify photographs of Charles from a much later date, I can't be sure whether he is one of the drivers, or one of the two men standing just left of the centre of the picture.  You can zoom in and see some good detail of the men, their horses and wagons, or alternatively you can click on the link below to do the same with the photo in its original library location.







Report in The Star, 28 Apr 1886, snipped from Paperspast.


Here are transcriptions of a couple of reports of the sale of horses and stock that followed.

From Timaru Herald, 5 May 1886, snipped from Paperspast:

LARGE AND IMPORTANT SALE OP HEAVY DRAUGHT STOCK, WAGONS, HARNESS, &c.
MESSRS H. MATSON & CO. have received instructions from Messrs Murray and Forbes, who are relinquishing the carrying business, to OFFER FOR SALE AT TATTERSALL'S, on THURSDAY, MAY 6th, The whole of their HORSES AND PLANT, Comprising 42 VERY SUPERIOR DRAUGHT MARES and GELDINGS; grand sorts, capital workers, and on the whole, perhaps one of the Best Lines of Horses to be found in Canterbury. Also, 6 CAPITAL TILTED WAGONS, each with patent axles, and in good repair. 42 SETS OF HARNESS. Covers for each Horse. The attention of Farmers, Shippers, Contractors, and all who may require first-class Draught Stock, is directed to the above Sale. The season for Autumn Ploughing is now at hand, and gives a good prospect of a remunerative return for the labour, and farmers, as well as other buyers, would do well to attend this auction. The Horses have all been carefully selected, are of the best stamp,in the pink of condition, and there is not a bad worker among the lot. As Messrs Murray and Forbes are giving up the business in which they have recently been engaged, the various lots will be for bona fide sale. DATE—   THURSDAY, MAY 6th, At 12 o'clock. Place of Sale Tattersall's, Christchurch. H. MATSON & CO., Auctioneers.

From the Press, 7 May 1886, snipped from Paperspast:

Live Stock Market
Special Sale of Carrier's Plant -  Yesterday at Tattersall's, we conducted a sale of more than ordinary importance. The great northern caravan firm of Messrs Murray and Forbes, who, for so long a period, have done such good service in the transmission of produce and goods for the wool kings of the Amuri, have, in this age of progress, been compelled to yield to the superior facility afforded by the iron horse, and as the mist of the early morning disappears before the sun, so bullock drays were superseded by horse waggons, and these, in due time, by the railway at Culverden. There was a very large assemblage of people to witness this interesting dispersement of the relics of the past, the popularity of the firm, the superior and well known qualities of their teams, and the known bona fides of the sale created an attraction which brought together sentiment and business. Biddings came freely, and prices were good, only a very few of the lots passing the hammer without finding fresh owners. Figures were equal to a rise of 20 per cent upon ordinary values, the majority of the horses going to farmers and not to the trade; £20, £25, £30 to £36 were not infrequent quotations upon the catalogue of the day. A prominent member of the Railway League hardened his heart and dived in with a vengeance, buying a large proportion.


Shortly afterwards it appears that Charles Forbes took a consignment of 14 horses plus two waggons and a harness 'across the ditch', to be auctioned at Kirk'S Bazaar, a big horse auction house of the day in Melbourne. This must have involved quite a hazardous boat journey back then and I don't know what prices he obtained in Melbourne, but hopefully it justified the trip.  Charles appears to have stayed in Australia for around six months before returning to NZ. The following year he married Jane Isabella Young, whose parents Charles Young and Jane Paterson were also from Ballater, and became a farmer. 


This advertisement appeared in the Argus on 20 May 1886, and has been snipped from the Trove web site.



Here is the final notice of dissolution of the Murray and Forbes partnership, which refers to the iron horse as the reason for the dissolution.


                                         Press, 11 September 1886, snipped from the Paperspast web site,



Charles and Jane Isabella Forbes and family, c. 1914



Charles Forbes with his baby granddaughter Jean (my late mother), c. 1928

Postscript: As mentioned in his obituary, Charles enjoyed pole vaulting in his younger days, and I've found a number of references to his participation in annual sporting games, but that is for another post.


Monday, 8 August 2016

The special value of Census records from 1850/51

With today being Census day here in Australia, we were invited to think about the significance of census records and how they have helped us in our search for family history and possibly revealed anything surprising. The 1850 census in America and the 1851 census in the United Kingdom are particularly relevant for most of my husband's paternal ancestors and for some of my own ancestors too, because they were the last censuses in which these ancestors were recorded at home, before they emigrated to either Australia or New Zealand  in the early 1850s.

In 1850 American Davis Calwell was aged 19 and was residing in the township of North Beaver, county of Lawrence, Pennsylvania with his mother Jane, his stepfather John K Swisher, his sister Martha and several of his step siblings. Three of his own older siblings were married and living elsewhere but I haven't yet found where younger sister Elizabeth Jane Calwell was in 1850. Sometimes census records raise as many questions as they answer! I do know however that Elizabeth subsequently married her step-brother James P Swisher, who is shown on the census record below, and that Martha married step-brother Francis Marion Swisher, also listed. Brother Davis did not approve, but by that time he and his brother Dan had left for Australia to try their luck in the gold fields of Victoria, so there was not much he could do about it. 

 Meanwhile it appears that in 1851 Davis Calwell's future bride Elizabeth Lewis who was born in Pembrokeshire Wales was working as a servant for a family in Teddington Middlesex. Her brother George and sister Jane were also living in London and in 1853 they emigrated to Victoria in 1853, together with George's wife and family and Jane's new husband, William Cleaves. I don't know how Davis and Elizabeth happened to meet, but they were married in St John's Church Melbourne in 1856.


Davis Calwell [aka Caldwell] with the Swisher family in North Beaver Pa in 1850


Elizabeth Lewis working for the Mackay family in  Teddington Middlesex in 1851

 Dan Hogue Calwell, son of Davis and Elizabeth, married Annie Corrie, whose father Thomas Wilkin Corrie was living in Birkenhead Cheshire in 1851 before emigrating and whose mother Jessie Stevenson was aged 9 and living with a Mrs Janet Duncan and Janet's son Charles in Gorbals, Lanarkshire in 1851 before emigrating in 1853. Thomas must have been been about 15 in 1851, although his age on the census isn't clear.

Thos. W Corrie with his parents and siblings in Birkenhead, Cheshire in 1851

Dan and Annie's daughter Grace Eleanor Calwell married Joseph Henry Featherston, whose grandparents Ralph Featherston and wife Mary Greggs were living at Hawkwellhead in Stanhope, Durham in 1851 before they also decided to make the journey to Australia in 1853. They settled near Ballarat and their son Joseph, father of Joseph Henry, was born in Snake Valley. He met and married Margaret Splatt Neilson, whose parents were both Scots. Her father Daniel Neilson was aged 8 and living with his parents William and Margaret and his brother James in Alva Stirlingshire in 1851 before the family emigrated in 1853. A large contingent of Neilsons including William's parents and other members of the family arrived aboard two ships. Margaret Neilson's mother Elizabeth Bernard was just 2 when she arrived in 1854 with her Scottish  parents Alexander Bernard and Margaret Splatt and siblings Janet, Alexander and John. I can't seem to find the Bernard family in either Scotland or England 1851, although they must have been hiding there somewhere! 


Ralph and Mary Featherston  and baby Mary living next door to her parents John and Hannah Greggs in  Hawkwellhead Durham in 1851 


So these census records show how the children of Joseph Henry Featherston and Grace Eleanor Calwell were made up of American, Welsh, English and Scots ancestry, and if their descendants are interested they can return to the locations shown on the censuses to see exactly where their ancestors came from. Whilst in some cases whole families emigrated, in others there are likely to be distant cousins still living there who have no idea that they have Australian relatives. For examle, not many descendants of Davis Calwell's brothers and sisters know that,  but in recent years we have been in touch with a few of them.


 I haven't yet filled out our census form for 9 August 2016, because currently I'm not 100% sure who will be here tonight, Our daughter and granddaughter may or may not be, and I had to ask my husband to return a day early from his business trip to Canberra, because if any of our descendants are looking at this record in 100 years' time, I don't want them thinking that he was living with his mother, with whom he stays while in Canberra. It seems however that there is a section where you can include people who normally live at the address but are temporarily away for various reasons.

Please think of your descendants trying to find out something about you in 2115, and tick the box that authorises your records to be retained. 





Thursday, 4 August 2016

Happy Birthday Dad!






I've posted this photograph of my parents stepping out on their wedding day before, but I'm including it again here, because it is a fair match for the Sepia Saturday #342 prompt photograph above of musical stars Madge and Cyril, minus the flamboyance and the wind factor, and also because today (5 August) would have been my father Ian's 92nd birthday. 



Ian Alfred Murray Cruickshank married Jean Margaret Morrison at St David's Church Sydenham in Christchurch NZ on 22 April 1950.


Mum and Dad have both featured quite a lot in my blog, and I also previously posted a letter written to my maternal grandmother Mona by her cousin Nellie, describing the successful and enjoyable wedding celebration of Jean and Ian in great detail, which you can read here.

Jean and Ian were happily married for almost 50 years before Ian passed away from pancreatic cancer on 17 February 2000, aged 75. Here is an extract from an obituary for Ian written by A D Thomson and published in the New Zealand Journal for Crop and Horticultural Science in 2000.


The death of Dr Ian Cruickshank in Australia on 17 February 2000 marked the passng of a pioneer New Zealand plant pathologist who was a University of Canterbury and Lincoln University graduate and after graduation was on the staff of the former DSIR at Lincoln. Ian moved to the CSIRO's Division of Plant Industry in Canberra in 1956 where he established an international reputation for his studies on a mechanism of the resistance of plants to disease. He discovered and characterised phytoalexins which are produced in plants as a response to infection by fungal pathogens. Ian was born in Rangiora and educated at Rangiora Primary School and Rangiora High School. His father, Mr O. D. Cruickshank, was well known in North Canterbury as the District Health Inspector. Ian graduated BSc in 1947 and his subjects included: Botany I, II, III; Chemistry I, II; Physics I; and Zoology I. Ian graduated MSc in Botany in 1948 with Second Class Honours from Canterbury University College and Lincoln Agricultural College where his MSc research was supervised by Dr I. D. Blair (1912-89) in the Department of Microbiology. Ian's MSc thesis was entitled "Studies on fungus causing a leaf blotch disease of peas (Pisum sativum)" and was published in 1949 as "Studies on a fungus (Septoria pisi Westend.) causing a foliage disease of peas (Pisum sativum L.)" in the New Zealand Journal of Science and Technology (Cruickshank 1949) and this was Ian's first publication. In 1964 Ian was awarded a DSc by the University of Canterbury for his published research on host-pathogen relationships and his thesis was entitled "Some physiological aspects of host-parasite relationships"


 Dad didn't discuss his work at home very much, and as a child I simply knew he worked in the area of plant diseases, and that he sometimes had to go out to work in the middle of the night to attend to his experiments in the lab. Jean founded an annual science prize in honour of Ian at Rangiora High School, where his science master had inspired him to follow a scientific career.
Alfred and Murray were the middle names of Ian's two grandfathers, Thomas Alfred Byles and Charles Murray Cruickshank. I wonder whether my grandparents thought about the fact that their son's initials would be I AM Cruickshank. Probably not.

Mum and Dad were loving and caring parents and grandparents to their three children and nine grandchildren, and would also have very much enjoyed their four, soon to be five, great grandchildren. We all remember them both with love and affection. I often wish that I could still ask them for their advice and wisdom. If only!


A favourite photograph of Dad with one of our boys, taken on a family picnic in June 1985.


Family members celebrating  Ian's 70th birthday on 5 August 1994,
                                     

                                 
                                                             Happy Birthday Dad! 

                                                                           

Saturday, 30 July 2016

Two glow worm grottos, one honeymoon, many moons ago




The Sepia Saturday prompt #341 shows a boatload of tourists gliding through an underground cavern in the Speedwell Caves in Derbyshire. This image immediately brought back memories of our honeymoon. In January 1974 we were 21 year old students with not a lot of savings between us but had somehow managed to afford a 2 week trip to New Zealand, where we had booked a four day bus tour of the North Island and a seven day tour of the South Island, separated by a few days in between in the Southern city of Christchurch, where we stayed at my grandfather's home while he was away in Australia. On both tours visits to glow worm grottos were on the itinerary.

In the North Island our visit to the Waitomo Caves near Auckland included an underground boat trip to the grotto. Here is a transcription of an article published in the Evening Star on 5 April 1890, not long after the caves were opened to the public.

Article from the Evening star, 5 April 1890, snipped from Paperspast web site.

I don't have any of my own photographs, probably because flash photography was not permitted because it might disturb the glow worms, and also because in any event, whatever basic instamatic camera I might have owned in those days would not have produced any photographs worth having. My honeymoon scrapbook doesn't even contain a brochure from Waitomo, so I refer you instead to the Waitomo Caves web site, where you can read all about their wonders and see photographs that look very similar to the prompt, showing people in a small boat admiring the glittering ceiling of a cave lit by glow worms, as we did. A photograph of a young couple who could perhaps be on their honeymoon is also included. Alternatively they could be just posed models.


The second glow worm grotto we visited was at Te Anau and was part of our South Island tour, accessed via a boat trip across the lake from Manapouri and en route to Queenstown. These caves are younger and are less extensive than those in the North Island and their existence was only discovered in 1948.  As the brochure saved in my honeymoon scrapbook says, these are what are called "living caves".


                                                      Location of Te Anau and its caves



Here are two colour photographs of the surrounding lake and mountains and of the underground area from another brochure in my scapbook, but unfortunately there are none of the cave's glow worm inhabitants.




         You can also watch a video of the trip across the lake to Te Anau. Not surprisingly the display at the entry to the cave looks a lot more impressive than when we were there, but otherwise this is the same trip that we took back in 1974.




A pair of happy honeymooners sunlit in a forest, somewhere not too far from Te Anau. 

We've been back to New Zealand numerous times in the 42 years since but haven't revisited either Waitomo or Te Anau. Maybe we will some day, but I sometimes feel that certain experiences are not as good the second time around, and perhaps it's better to keep the good memories intact. 

For more blogs prompted by Sepia Saturday #341, click here.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

From A Hospital Bed: a Tribute to Justin Breguet and his brother Leslie.



Our Sepia Saturday photo prompt this week dates from the 1930s and shows a twin-bedded room in the Hotel Imperial, Ostend Belgium. I don't have anything similar in my collection. Instead I have two published letters, one of which was written from a hospital bed.

 My post relates to the 100th anniversary of the battle of Fromelles, which has been commemorated this week both in Australia and in France. 2000 Australians died on the first day of battle, namely 19 July 1916. Thanks to the wonderful Trove web site, I found two letters that were been written home by Signaller Leslie William Breguet to his parents Councillor Justin Augustas Breguet and his wife Rose Hannah, and published in the Geelong Advertiser. Leslie was a first cousin of my husband's grandfather Joseph Henry Featherston and his brother Albert Leslie, their mothers Rose and Margaret Neilson being sisters. The first letter was written in November 1915, not from hospital but  "in the midst of a heavy bombardment of artillery fire". This would appear to have been at Gallipoli, where Leslie had returned after recovering from what he described as non serious battle scars.  It's difficult to imagine how he was able to write under such conditions at all. He is fervently patriotic and says he is glad his brother Justin is coming and wishes him the best of luck, because "the more men we have, the less risk to each". 

Geelong Advertiser 22 January 1916
Transcription:
LESLIE BREGUET,
Son of Cr. J. A. Breguet, writes to his parents at Anderson-street, Geelong West. under date November 21st, 1915: " I am in the midst of a heavy bombardment of artillery fire, and the place is just like hell on earth. Have been having a very strenuous time, but still am in good spirits, and full of hope.We have just come back from ---Island, where we have been have resting for a few weeks. I have received most of your letters and papers, and I thank you so much for them, especially the "News of the Week" : it is one of our few pleasures to receive letters and papers from home and dear old Geelong. I have written several letters and cards. and hope you received them. I have been in fairly good health, and though I received several battle scars they are not serious. I got my right arm and hand in the way of an exploding bomb, and it put me out of action for a while, but am now back doing my duty. Fred England was wounded on the third day with shrapnel. I had a letter from him, and he is in the hospital at —, and will be at it again shortly. I have lost some of my best mates, shot down at my side, I am glad Justin is coming, and wish him every luck. They are all wanted: we must win, and to do so we must put forth all our strength. Many brave lads have fallen: the more men we have the less risk to each. Remember me to all my friends. I suppose my mates are all gone by this to the front Wishing you all a merry Christmas, and that the New Year will bring us success.-- Your loving soldier boy. Leslie.

The second letter from Leslie to his parents was dated 2 August 1916, and this one was written from his hospital bed in Bramshott Hospital, Hampshire. This would have been Bramshott (12th Canadian General) Hospital, developed at Bramshott Camp. The ward and beds would have looked nothing like our prompt photo, but Leslie clearly was very grateful to be there, "between the white sheets". From Gallipoli he had gone on to Fromelles, where he had been been wounded by shrapnel in a midnight charge on that fateful day of 19 July. He had not seen his brother Justin but hoped he was safe and through the 19 July battle.

Geelong Advertiser 23 September 1916 
Transcription:

SGNR.. BREQUET.
IS ILL. HIS ONE DESIRE IS TO
"GET BACK TO HELP MY
MATES."
Copy of a letter received from Signaller L. W. Breguet by his parents in Anderson street Geelong West, from Bramshott Hospital, Hampshire, England, dated August 2nd, 1916:
"My Dear Parents, By the time you receive this letter you will have heard of my being out of action; I write this somewhat under difficulties, sitting up in bed. It is an unspeakable joy to be between the white sheets after over 12 months' fighting. The doctors and nurses are so kind and attentive; they cannot do enough for our Australian lads. We have had a very strenuous time:- there are only a few left in my battalion that came from Gallipoli, but all the new lads from Australia have proved themselves just the same as those before them. I am suffering from shell shock and wounds. I was wounded in the side by shrapnel on July 19th in a midnight charge. I was almost completely buried on two occasions, but managed to come out. Several of my mates went down. It. was a fearful battle. The Australians will stop at nothing; my one desire is, to get well, and to go back to help my mates, for they need all the help possible. We had the honor of being the first Australians to take part in the great battle of the Somme. I have not met Justin yet. I, am so longing to see him. I hope he is safe and through the 19th July battle. I have seen Gordon Moore, and several of my Geelong com-rades. Fred England was with me just before the orders came to advance; he was very fit. Tell his parents from me that he is a game fighter, always ready to do his bit. I have not heard of him. since, but hope he came safely through. I have never seen one coward amongst the Australians on the field; they conduct themselves well. There is a kind of wild blood in our bodies that makes us such fine fighters: it is a boast I am proud of. I sometimes long for home. I would like to see yon all. but the call to duty is uppermost in my mind. How I hope to have another go At the Huns, and if I have the good luck to get through this great war, I will have experiences such as you never would dream of to relate. You see sights in travel: beautiful countries, sunny France, and then the battle field, it's wonderful what one can stand. I must when I get well enough have my photo, taken, and send it to you: you would hardly know me. Remember me to all my friends. This war cannot last if the Allies can keep the supply to the required amount, as we have them moving. I will write again in a day or so. do not worry about me'. The people in England are out to do anything and everything for us wounded, and sick boys: They are so kind."


                        Justin Brequet, pictured right, before embarkation for World War 1.
                         Photograph from the Australian War Memorial Collection, DA13759

Contrary to his brother's hopes, Private Justin Hercules Breguet did not survive the Battle of Fromelles. He was one of those 2000 men killed there on 19 July and hastily interred in a mass grave. His name appears on the memorial wall at Fromelles, but only very recently his remains have been identified by means of DNA testing and matching with a relative on his father's side of the family, which you can read about here in the Geelong Advertiser. A new headstone bearing his details was dedicated to him at a ceremony at Fromelles yesterday, 100 years later on 19 July 2016. 

Geelong Advertiser, 20 July 1917


Justin and Leslie's cousin Albert Leslie Featherston was killed in the Somme just a few days after Leslie's second letter was written, on 8 August 1916, and I have written about him in an earlier post here.. L
eslie William Breguet survived the war. He married but had no children and died in 1983 aged 89. There are headstones for the whole Breguet family at the Geelong Eastern Cemetery, where hopefully they can now rest in peace. They had known earlier tragedy when their daughter Florence Elizabeth died as a baby, as shown in this very sad little death notice. 


Geelong Advertiser, 27 May 1896

I don't know if the boys' mothers Rose Hannah and Margaret were in contact with one another but I hope they were able to comfort one another in their sorrow. Their brother William Alexander Neilson had died in 1913, and Margaret's husband Joseph Featherston in 1914, so it must have been a very sad period in their lives.

To read more blogs that may or may not be related to this week's theme photograph, go to 
Sepia Saturday #340


Postscript:
Since writing this, I've made contact with Sharyn, the lady who arranged for DNA identification to be made, and she said it was a pity we were not in touch earlier because apparently maternal DNA from our family would have made the identification process simpler. Never mind, the main thing is that 100 years later Justin Hercules Breguet has been found and laid to rest with honour.  Sharyn attended the ceremony and has kindly shared a photograph with me of the newly unveiled headstone.

                                Memorial created by Pierre Seillier, Battlefield Guide, Fromelles

Newly unveiled headstone for Justin Hercules Breguet at Fromelles.
Photograph courtesy of Sharyn Breguet Powell