The DNA Test - Family Secrets and Mysteries

Investigating your ancestry can be filled with lots of surprises.  Some are truly left-field, and this is the story of one of those surprises.

 

When I first started researching, Mum never showed much interest. As time went on and I began to share with her things I had discovered about her family, she would provide me with snippets of information that I could follow up on.  Some were grounded in fact, some were family folklore.

 

Some years ago, a relative had told my sister Rosemary that Mum had been adopted.  No more information than that, just that she had been adopted.  On checking Mum’s birth certificate, her parents were listed as the couple who I believed to be my maternal grandparents.  I did not push the issue and continued my research into the family.

 

Eventually, another cousin told me, at Mum’s 90^th Birthday, that Mum was adopted.  I decided the time had come to ask Mum about this.  The conversation went something like this…….

“Mum I need to ask you something,  were you adopted?”

“Why would you ask me that?”

“Cousin X told me at your party that you were adopted.”

“Well, you know that he is silly and has no idea what he is talking about.” 

“Someone also told Rosemary the same thing several years ago.”

 “I was not adopted.  A and E were my parents, and I have no idea where this is coming from

 

I could not draw her on the topic; it was firmly closed.

 

Sometime later, I needed to produce Mum’s birth certificate, and I noticed a huge discrepancy in the dates.  Mum was born in 1925, and her birth certificate was dated 1943.

I asked her about this, and she was as puzzled as I was.   She asked me if I could have the discrepancy corrected. I was a little half-hearted in my response, thinking that it would be difficult, but I said I would see what I could do.  I did nothing about it till sometime later when she asked me if I had been able to fix it.  So began the process of trying to correct the certificate.  Phone calls and emails to BDM NSW proved fruitless. I was met with a firm “It cannot be changed.”  I was told it was a legal document issued by the State Government and the dates would remain.  In the meantime, Mum passed away, and I was still in communication with the BDM.  I eventually asked the question as to why Mum’s birth had not been registered in 1925.  During that conversation, the person I was speaking to mentioned adoption, and I told her I was aware Mum had been adopted.   Her response was “that is correct”, and to get a copy of the original birth certificate, there was a process of application through the Department of Communities and Justice.  

 

In the meantime, I had a DNA test through Ancestry.com and did not get one connection to any member of Mum’s Adopted Family. 

 

I began the process of application, which took much longer than anticipated, to get the original certificate.  When I would ring and ask where my application was up to, they would say they had a backlog because of COVID (this all occurred in the middle of the pandemic).  I thought there must have been a large staff, many of whom were ill with COVID, but when I made this comment, the person told me that no, they had been swamped with applications for certificates, as during this time of COVID, when people were at home with time to think about their heritage, they were swamped with applications.

 

Eventually, the certificate arrived, and we had the name of the mother, but, of course, no father was listed on the certificate. I began the next part of the process by applying to the Supreme Court for a copy of the adoption file.  The file contained information that in 1943, my adopted grandparents finalised the adoption. Mum would have been 18 at this stage. In the documents contained in the file is an affidavit sworn by her adopted mother, saying Mum had never been told she was adopted and they had no intention of ever revealing that fact to her.   This has led me to believe that Mum did not know about this part of her story.   

 

The DNA test has given some connections to Mum’s birth mother’s family, but nothing directly to her father.  I am sure that once I can sort through and understand the DNA connection,  I may be able to discover the name of her father.

 

 

 

 

Cousins found in friendships

Around 33 years ago, I was fortunate enough to be employed at the Catholic Schools Office in Newcastle in a new role.  The position was Parent Participation Coordinator, which had responsibility for parental involvement in the life of schools and more broadly in children's education.  Little did I know at the time that this position was fraught with resistance on the part of some of the Diocesan Principals and staff.

Some Principals, however, were very welcoming of the role and my presence in their schools and were more than willing to work with me to put in place strategies for the parents to play an active part in the education of their children.  On such Principal, Louise Outram, warmly welcomed me into her community, and a friendship was formed that lasted long after my time in Parent Participation. 

Then, some months ago, shortly before the Family Reunion, I published in this blog a bio of John Jennings - son of Thomas and Bridget- who was the caretaker of the Sydney Cricket Ground around the turn of the century. John was married to a woman called Casina, and as a couple, they did not have any children.

A short time later, I was contacted by Louise who tole me her grandmother had been called Casina. I knew it was not John's wife but I also knew that there were other children called Casina in the family. I aske Louise if she knew the name of Casina's father.  She said he was called Jeremiah, I knew then that there was a connection. It turns out that Louise's grandfather Jeremiah and my grandfather Michael were brothers. Making Louise and I third cousins. 

To say we were delighted was something of and understatement amd we both spent the next little while telling everyone we met about this marvellous connection.

 

GONE TOO SOON: THE SHORT LIVES OF THOMAS AND MARY JENNINGS 

Family History research is often filled with stories and tales of resilience and survival - but sometimes the records remind us of lives that ended far too early.  For Thomas and Bridget Jennings, times were tough and made more difficult by the grief of losing two children, Thomas and Mary, in infancy.

Their tiny lives, though brief, were part of a much larger story in colonial Australia.  In the 1860s, infant mortality was heartbreakingly common.  Across New  South Wales, as many as one in five babies did not survive their first year.  In Newcastle, where the family settled, a town shaped by coal mining, industry and poverty - the risk could have been considered as even greater. 

HARSH REALITIES OF THE TIME

Families like those of Thomas and Bridget lived in small, often damp cottages near mines and along the waterfront. Poor sanitation meant sewage ran through open drains, contaminating water supplies.  Outbreaks of diseases such as measles, whooping cough and diphtheria swept through early Newcastle. Gastrointestinal illnesses (often described on death certificates as 'summer diarrhoea) were especially deadly to infants. 

Feeding infants was another challenge.  If the mother was unwell or unable to breastfeed, alternatives such as cow's milk often spoiled in the summer heat, leading to sickness. Medical care was limited, with doctors expensive and hospitals not commonplace.  Research tells us that children were not routinely treated in the hospital, as its focus was on convicts and workers from the mining industry.  Many families turned to home remedies or simply prayed for survival.

THE HUMAN COST

Although high infant mortality ws tragically common, the death of a child was never treated lightly.  Parents grieved deeply, even if their faith communities encouraged them to accept such losses as "God's will." Some families coped by focusing on the children who survived, while others named later children after those they had lost.

For Thomas and Bridget, the loss of two children must have left a lasting mark, even as they continued to raise their five remaining children, Jeremiah, William, John, Patrick and Michael.

REMEMBERING THOMAS AND MARY

While we may never know the exact causes of Thomas and Mary's deaths, their brief lives may have been marked by simple burial entries.  But remembering them in the family story makes sure they will never be forgotten.

Their short presence reminds us of the fragility of life in colonial Newcastle, and the strength it took for families to build loss while continuing to build a new future for those that remained.

 

The Changing Nature of Language

Last TUESDAY, when I arrived at rehab, one of the therapists asked me where I had been on the previous Friday. My response was “I was playing hooky”. She looked at me blankly, and other young therapists responded that they had never heard of the expression. During an earlier session, I had mentioned I had chilblains - first time for many years - again, a look of puzzlement, as they were unheard of. This came up in my FACEBOOK feed this morning and really resonated with me.

Ever wonder about all of the sayings or words that seem to be lost as we grew older? Lets look at a few of these words…

Do you remember the word ‘Mergatroyd’? Spell checkers don’t even recognize that word. Our computers are confused… Heavens to Mergatroyd!

The other day a not-so-old lady said something to her son about driving a jalopy, and he looked at her quizzically and said “What the heck is a jalopy?” He never heard of the word jalopy!! She knew she was old….. but not that old.

Some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the march of technology. They include phrases such as “Don’t touch that dial,” “Carbon copy,” “You sound like a broken record” and “Hung out to dry.”

Remember when we had lots of ‘moxie’ and we’d put on our best ‘bib and tucker’ to’ straighten up and fly right’?

Heavens to Betsy! Gee whillikers! Jumping Jehoshaphat! Holy moley!

We were ‘in like Flynn’ and ‘living the life of Riley’’, and even a regular guy couldn’t accuse us of being a knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill. Not for all the tea in China!

Way back, life used to be swell, but when’s the last time anything was swell?

Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes and pedal pushers…

Oh, my aching back! Kilroy was here, but he isn’t anymore.

We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say, Well, I’ll be ‘a monkey’s uncle!’ Or, This is a ‘fine kettle of fish’! We discover that the words we grew up with have vanished.

Poof...go the words of our youth. The words have been left behind. We blink, and they’re gone.

Long gone are words and phrases like: Pshaw, The milkman did it. Hey! It’s your nickel. Don’t forget to pull the chain. Knee high to a grasshopper. Well, Fiddlesticks! Going like sixty. I’ll see you in the funny papers. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Wake up and smell the roses.

It seems that there are more of these lost words and expressions than Carter has liver pills. This is disturbing!

We of a certain age have been blessed to live in changeable times. For a child each new word is like a shiny toy, a toy that has no age.

We at the other end of the chronological arc have the advantage of remembering there are words that once did not exist and there were words that once strutted their hour upon the earthly stage and now are heard no more, except in our collective memory. It’s one of the greatest advantages of aging.

We are left to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth… But just consider that no one will ever have the opportunity again for such a great change in wording and phrases. We, at least most of us, are children of the fabulous 50’s. We have been given one of life’s most precious gifts…our memories…

I still call the fridge and ice-box from time to time. That’s what mama called it, so that’s what I call it.

The lost Words from our childhood are gone as fast as the buggy whip! Sad really! Well, I hope you are Hunky Dory after you read this and chuckle.

See ya later, alligator! Okey-Dokey… God bless you all.

Not my article but certainly my sentimants

 Patrick Jennings

Patrick Jennings was born in Pitt Row, Newcastle New South Wales on  July 29th 1867 and was baptised a short time later on 11th August 1867 at St Mary’s Roman Catholic Church Newcastle.

Patrick was the fifth son of Thomas and Bridget Jennings who had come to Newcastle aboard the Sirocco in 1864.  On the voyage, Thomas and Bridget were accompanied by their sons, Jeremiah (1858 - 1944), William(1860 – 1931) and John (1863 – 1911).  A fourth son Thomas was born when they arrived in the colony in 1865 but sadly did not survive infancy, passing away in 1866.  A sister Mary was born and died in 1869 and my great-grandfather Michael (1870-1943) completed the family.

Not much is known about Patrick’s childhood but it is known Thomas was arrested on many occasions and served custodial sentences for drunkenness but it would appear that he was always able to hold jobs as a labourer or a stone breaker.  At some time during his childhood, the family secured accommodation on Adamstown Commonage where we find Patrick at the time of his marriage.

Patrick married Annie Jane McNamara (1870 – 1959) on 10th December 1892 in the Roman Catholic Church at The Junction in Newcastle, New South Wales.     Annie was the daughter of Michael McNamara (1845 – 1905) and Mary Jane Brennan (1850 – 1883).  Together Patrick and Annie had 10 children.

John Patrick 1892 -1893

Mary Betrice 1894 - 1971 married Charles Nolan 1891 -1932

Cecil Bertram 1896 - 1987 married Rita M Collins 1894 - 1989

Katherine Ellen 1900 - 1975

Dorothy May 1901 - 1984 (worked as a housekeeper at the local presbytery for Father E McMahon)

Anastasia 1902 - 1902

Rita Ursula 1906 - 2001  

Iva Ursula 1913 - 1994  worked as a milliner: married John Bede Noel (Jack) Massey  

Patricia Joan 1915 - 1942 was a member of the order of Ursuline sisters - Mother Mary Edward.

It is reported in Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners’ Advocate on Thursday 15th May 1890 that Patrick took legal action against a man called James Flavey as it was alleged that Flavey having received 5 pound, one shilling and sixpence, from the Manager of Newcastle Coal Company, being wages due to Patrick and appropriating for his own use.  Flavey had been arrested on a warrant in Armidale.  Patrick withdrew the charges when it came before the court.   Of interest to note is that one of Patrick’s nephews, Frederick James Jennings 1881- 1971)  son of Jeremiah, married a woman called Anastasia Flavey, daughter of James Flavey.  Further research is necessary to prove or disprove this theory of connection.

In June 1900 Patrick met with a serious accident whilst working at the Newcastle Company pit. The newspaper report states that while working underground he tripped and fell heavily onto the socket end of a machine drill which entered the lower part of his body causing a terrible wound.  He was in the Royal Newcastle Hospital where he was very well cared for some weeks and unable to work for some time. To support Patrick and his family at this time a benefit concert was held with proceeds in excess of 30 pounds were handed over to Patrick (Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners Advocate, Monday 6th October 1900.

Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners Advocate Monday, March 4th 1907 provides a report of a fire in the home of Patrick and Annie to which the fire brigade attended and were able to bring the fire under control before any great damage was done. The cause of the fire was said to be caused by upsetting a lamp.

Patrick passed away at 10 Wallace Street, Hurlstone Park on 4th April 1940.  His death was reported in the Sydney Morning Herald, Newcastle Herald and Miners’ Advocate and the Catholic Press.  Annie passed away on 30/09/1959 at the same address

 THE GREAT CHEATING SCANDAL

When we were in Year 6 or perhaps it was Year 5 we were required to sit for an Intelligence Test.  Sister Regina was our teacher and she split the class up so we were not sitting anywhere near our friends or anywhere near our usual places.  

I had to sit near a boy whose I shall not identify other than to call him AL.  Now AL was a very strange kettle of fish and I would describe his demeanour and behaviour as very odd.   Looking back I suspect he was probably on the autism spectrum but that was never talked of back then.  He was averse to anyone looking at his work and would drape his entire arm around his book so no one could see what he was doing.  This was his strategy to prevent “copying”.

Anyway, when the results came I was called to the front of the room and asked in front of the entire class if I had cheated. A collective gasp went up from my classmates and of course, I replied “No Sister” because I had not cheated. She then called AL to the front and he was asked if I had copied his work.  He of course responded, “I don’t know Sister”.  I was kept in at lunchtime and Mum was summoned to a meeting with Sister. 

She told Mum that she suspected that I had copied off AL because my score was almost identical to his.  Mum said maybe AL had copied off Anne. Sister of course said this was not possible.  She told Mum if my score was accurate I was not using the gifts that God had given me and not using my intelligence appropriately in class.

That evening at home I was questioned by Dad. “Did you copy off AL?”. “No” I responded. I didn’t think to tell them about AL’s habit of covering his work to protect it from prying eyes but I convinced Mum and Dad that I had not cheated. 

The outcome of this was Mum had to take me into Hunter Street Newcastle to Latec House (before it fell into disrepair and was later resurrected into apartments) to see the vocational guidance counsellor to re-sit the test.  Mum had to leave me there and I was put into a room on my own and I redid the test.

My score on the second test was almost the same as the first time but a few points higher.  Sister was perplexed as she said my work in class was at best ordinary and with a score like that I should be working as well as the top students in the class.  She obviously did not take into account my penchant for daydreaming. She did tell Mum that if I did less talking and paid better attention then I would be able to improve my grades. Talking was the only thing that I ever got into trouble for at school and I must admit I did not learn the lesson easily as I was on the verandah with some regularity.

Again the injustice of this situation has been bought to the fore.  There was never any question that AL had copied my answers because he always came top of the class each week in our spelling and Mental Arithmetic. I suspect that he had a photographic memory and I often wonder what become of him.  Until I have written this story I have not thought about this kid since I was in Year 6.

 THE ABC OF FAMILY HISTORY

As many of you may know in a former life (what now seems a lifetime ago) I managed and investigated allegations made against members of staff, in my employer organisation, pursuant to the NSW Ombudsman's Act.  Immediately pre-retirement I managed a team of investigators and my advice to them in conducting an investigation was to follow these rules.

Accept Nothing

Believe Nothing and,

Check everything.

I was recently part of a group discussing tips and tricks to conduct Family History Research and it occurred to me that these rules could apply to these "investigations"  as well and could be taken a little further.  What follows is my A - Z of conducting Family History Investigations

A - Accept all information you are given with an open and inquiring mind

B - Believe nothing

C - Check everything and Cite your sources and don't forget about what is written on headstones in cemeteries 

D - Document every step you take in your research. Your Direct Line is a good starting place as it shows  descendants  traced through persons who are directly related to one another as a child and parent

E - periodically Evaluate your methodology and your evidence will be your proof. Enjoying your research is key.

F - Find people who share your interest in Family History. One way to do this is to join a local Family History Society. I like to use Family Group Sheets which is a  form that presents genealogical information about a nuclear family 

G - Grow your tree - keep adding information to your family tree as you go along.  Once the process is started it is ongoing because families are dynamic, transitional and flexible. Go digital

H- Help others in their research as they may have information that will help you

I - the Internet is a valuable tool but don't believe everything you find without going back to ABC

J- Jump in and just get started you never know where it will lead you

K - Keep your focus. Although you will go off on different tangents along the way (and this is something I do and it can sometimes lead to amazing discoveries) it is important to have a plan for your investigations.

L - Look for alternative sources of information and don't forget the local and regional libraries hold great repositories of information

M - Make time for your research and think about the use of mind maps. It is also important to remember the maternal line which is the line of descent traced from the mother's side

N - Networking both online (using social media for instance) and in person is a great help in your research

O - Oral history can be provided  by older relatives and you never know when opportunities will present themselves

P - Plan your research - think about what you know and what you would like to find out.  

Q -  Question everything - ask why, when, who, where, and how.  Plan some quiet time for review

R - Read about the general and local history of the time you are researching.  Be respectful of your fellow researchers 

S - Sometimes work Sideways - if you cannot find the information on a particular ancestor look at siblings or siblings of parents

T- Thank people who provide you with information.  Whilst wills can provide important information remember that people were often described as testate - meaning they died without leaving a proper will

U - Understand new things - for instance, DNA technology and AI are making major inroads into family history research

V - Verify your sources of information.  If you find something on a website for instance by accessing another researcher's family tree don't accept that it is accurate until you have checked and verified it.

W - Write your story and the story of your ancestors. Wills can provide important family information

X - Xylographer - this is a term used for a person who used and made wooden blocks used in printing illustrations. Sometimes you will come across words, phrases, occupations, diseases, and causes of death that are no longer in common use and this takes some research

Y - interest Younger family members in the information you are compiling

Z - use Zoom in your research to connect to relatives and other researchers

Happy Researching

John Jennings (my great-grandfather’s brother)

Curator of Sydney Cricket Ground 1899-1911

John Jennings was born in Arbut, Galway, Ireland in about 1863.  He was the third child of Thomas (1837 – 1917)and Bridget Jennings nee Conroy (1839-1908).  As a one-year-old, he travelled to Australia with his parents, and two older brothers Jeremiah (1858- 1944), and William (1861-1931)  on board the vessel Sirocco, arriving in Australia on 28/1/1864.

By 1865 convicts were not being transported to Australia so the colony was experiencing a labour shortage.  There had been an influx of immigrants during the 1850s when gold had been discovered and the lure of making a fortune led to many making the decision to make the voyage to Australia. The journey to Australia was arduous, taking up to four months or more. Because of poor hygiene and cramped living conditions, the death rate was high.  One in 10 adults and one in 5 children were known to perish.  Storms presented a particular problem; when the crew “battened down the hatches” it meant the passengers were confined to their quarters.  For those in cabins this was bad enough for those in steerage it would have been intolerable.  They were confined to their quarters with all the other passengers, in total darkness, with no ventilation and limited toilet facilities.  Seasickness was rife at these times because of the boat pitching in the storm.  

After a short period of quarantine, the family would have been “released” into the care of Bridget Tiernan.  Bridget was Thomas’s older sister who had travelled to the Colony with her sibling Margaret on board the Hilton in 1855.  Bridget had sponsored the family’s migration to Australia allowing them to travel as Assisted Passengers during the voyage.

Initially, the family lived in Pitt Row, Sandhills (which was the area around Nobbys) with Bridget and her family. Sometime later the family moved to the Adamstown area. 

Once in the Colony, the family had four more children Thomas (1865 – 1866), Patrick (1867-1940), Mary (1869-1869) and Michael William (1870 – 1943).

Whilst not much is known about his early life in Newcastle, John’s father Thomas had various periods of incarceration, generally for offences relating to alcohol use, with sentences ranging from a day to a week.  Thomas was always in work however but I imagine his childhood would not have been easy.

On 12/01/1889 at the age of 25 John married Casina Elizabeth Hickens (Kickens)  (1861-1919 )in Sydney. Casina had a troubled background have spent several years from the age of 6 at the Randwick Asylum for Destitute Children following her father’s desertion. In 1875 at the age of 13, she was apprenticed to Mrs G Berne of Bega. This was the year that Mr Berne died under mysterious circumstances. Returning on horseback from an auction, carrying 500 pounds his body was washed away in the Bega flood. The cash was never located but an empty money belt and the remains of a foot in a riding boot were found weeks later. The local bootmaker was said to have identified the boot as Mr Berne’s.  The Bernes’  eldest daughter Dagmar was the first woman to enrol in medicine in Australia at the University of Sydney in 1885.  

In 1899 John Jennings or Jack as he was known took on the position of caretaker of the Sydney Cricket Ground. The couple had no children of their own and lived on-site at the SCG. Family stories and research indicates many of their nieces and nephews visited them there. John held the position till his untimely and unexpected death from bowel cancer on 30/09/1911.

In an article on the SCG “From Horses to Computers – Curators of the SCG” the SCG wicket was credited as one of the best batting strips in the world under John Jennings’ curatorship. 

This was largely due to his introducing covers for the wicket and levelling the rise that had developed in the Randwick end of the wicket area due to years of constant topdressing. 

Casina passed away in Sydney on 19/03/1919. At this time she was residing with a niece at Florence Villa, Cameron Street, Rockdale NSW.

 

     A TRIP TO HOSPITAL

I can still remember as a child being admitted to hospital to have my tonsils and adenoids removed. I was about four years old at the time and the memory is a very vivid one.

In those days it was it was a very different scenario to an admission for the same procedure today. In today’s scenario you would be admitted today and home tomorrow. Back then you were admitted for four or five days. It was also not encouraged for parents to visit whilst you were a patient as it is today when parents stay with their child around the clock.

I don’t recall having any preparation for my visit to the Mater. On the appointed morning I was taken by my parents to the hospital. Dad would not have had a car back then so I am not really sure how we got there. What I do remember was being dressed in my pyjamas and dressing gown. My dressing gown was pale green chenille with yellow and pink flowers on the bottom. Mum tells me that she made this for me by cutting down one of her old dressing gowns as was the practice at the time.

I remember waiting in the waiting room where there was a very large grandfather type clock which I found fascinating. My name was called and I was told to go with the nice lady. Being the good little girl I was, (back then) off I went without a backward glance to where Mum and Dad were waiting. They told me however that they would be waiting right there for me.

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I remember being on a trolley and being wheeled into theatre (although I did not know this was what was happening at the time) and a doctor asking me what my favourite thing was and I told him fairies. He asked me what colour fairies I liked and I told him pink and purple. He then told me he was going to help me go to sleep and I would dream about the fairies. There was no explanation as there would be today about a mask being put over my face. I told him I was not sleepy and he said I would go to sleep very soon because he was magic. I remember the mask being placed over my face and floating away. I really do think I dreamt about the fairies.

I woke up in a strange bed with someone else pyjamas on and I felt like someone had lit a fire in my throat. I was not allowed out of bed for the next few days and was fed on jelly, junket and foul tasting broth.

I remember trying to ask were was my mum and being told not to talk. Now those of you who know me well will realise that this was a massive challenge.

After a few days I was finally told I would be going home. Now I expected to be taken back to the room with the grandfather clock but I was taken in a wheelchair to a waiting ambulance to be taken home. There were two or three other passengers sitting in the back of the ambulance and when they had been dropped off the driver asked me if I wanted to hear the siren. Well it had all been worth it as we came along the streets near my home with the siren ringing. I say ringing because it was a bell clanging as we approached home.

Convalescence followed for a few weeks after this and I remember home made jelly and mum’s home made ice cream (Oh what a treat).

 

Further history of the Jennings Family

It has been some time since I posted anything to the site I think mainly due to the surgery to repair my arthritic hip and the complications which have ensued in the recovery phase. I am hoping to amend that and continue to provide updates on my family history research. Today's offering is about my great grandfather's brother Jeremiah Jennings. Jeremiah was an interesting character, he worked as a coal miner, served on the Adamstown Municipal Council as an alderman and was Mayor from 1896 -1897.

Jeremiah Jennings

Jeremiah Jennings was born in Arbut, Galway, Ireland in about 1858.  He was the oldest child of Thomas and Bridget Jennings.  As  an eight-year-old he travelled to Australia with his parents and two younger brothers on board the vessel Sirocco, arriving in 28/1/1864.

When Jeremiah set sail for Australia  he was accompanied by his parents and his two younger brothers, William (1861-1931) and John (1863-1911).  Jeremiah’s father Thomas, had a sister Bridget, residing in the Colony who sponsored the family’s migration allowing them to travel as Assisted Passengers on the voyage.

Once in the Colony the family had four more children Thomas (1865 – 1866), Patrick (1867-1940), Mary (1869-1869) and Michael William (1870 – 1943).

At the age of 19, on 3rd November 1877,  Jeremiah married Elizabeth Hamilton (nee Gore) (who was 26)at St Mary’s Roman Catholic Church in Newcastle.   Elizabeth was born on 14th December 1851.  She was the daughter of Arthur Herbert Gore (1818 – 1878 ) and Mary Anne Hodstone (1833 – 1868).  Following her mother’s death in 1868, two of Elizabeth’s younger siblings, William(6 years)and John Thomas (4 years) were given over to the care to the Randwick Children’s Asylum.  Elizabeth’s father it would appear was in gaol at the time.

Elizabeth had been married previously to Richard Hamilton (1848-1874) and brought two children to the relationship.   John “Dinny” Hamilton (1872-1955),  - married Louisa Wilson and Helena Miler.  Dinny was a member of Adamstown Rosebuds Soccer Club for 66 years and was known in the Club as the "Grand Old Man". Marion May “Cissy” Hamilton (1874 – 1947). Married Albert Bramley 

Together Elizabeth and Jeremiah had 10 children.

Margaret M - 1878 - 1915 married John Holloway

Alice Maude 1880 - 1946 married William S Stone

Frederick James 1881- 1971 married Anastasia Flavey

Florence Bridget 1883- 1963 married Thomas Nolan - their grandson Vincent Farrell was killed whilst a prisoner of war in World War 11

Elizabeth Catherine 1887 - 1960 married Richard James Cox

William Patrick 1888 - 1977 married Margaret McKee (served NSW Police for 38 years rising to the rank of Inspector)

Christina Casina 1890 - 1891

Jeremiah A 1892 - 1952 married Lillian McElroy ( known as Bull Jennings and had a promising soccer career but ub 1918 suffered a bullet wound to the leg. He was the leading groundsman at Jubilee Oval Kograh)

Casina Ellen 1894 -1949 married Henry Turnbull

In January 1880 Jeremiah was sentenced to one month’s imprisonment in Maitland Goal for assault at Adamstown – Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners Advocate, Friday 16th January 1880.

In 1894 Jeremiah was involved in a strange case of stone throwing. It would appear a neighbour’s son had been throwing stones at his home for some weeks.  When the identity of the stone thrower was discovered the matter was brought before he courts and the culprit found guilty and chose gaol over the paying the fines imposed.  Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners' Advocate (NSW : 1876 - 1954) Wednesday 11th April 1894 page 7 

Jeremiah worked as a coal miner. In 1898 he was overcome by carbon monoxide whilst assisting in the recovery of 15 bodies at the Dudley Pit. The newspaper report states that he was bought to the surface in an unconscious condition and had to be attended by several doctors.  Elizabeth was present at the pithead and also had to be treated by doctors as she went into hysterics. Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners Advocate 

In 1903 the miner’s lodge organised a benefit concert for him and the family, which had a very successful result.  At that time Jeremiah had injured his back and had been unable to work for over 12 months.  Newcastle Morning Herald and Miners Advocate, Thursday 25th January 1900

He served several terms as and Alderman and Mayor of the Adamstown Council.  He was also active on the management of the Adamstown School of Arts as well as an active interest in Mining Lodges. Jeremiah served as Mayor of Adamstown Municipal Council from 11/2/1896 – 8/2/1897

He was the Manager of the Adamstown Rosebuds Soccer Club, in particular at the time of the winning  1909 State Cup team.  Two of his sons William and Arthur, were members of the team and his stepson, Denis Hamilton was the Secretary of the Club. 

Jeremiah and Elizabeth resided in Adamstown and had a small cottage on the shores of Black Ned’s Bay at Swansea. 

The latter part of their life was spent in the home of their daughter Cassie and her husband, Harry Turnbull, at Cardiff.

Elizabeth died on 12th December 1942. At the time of her death the Newcastle Herald reported that she left 125 direct descendants – 13(?) children, 61 grandchildren, 50 great grandchildren and 1 great, great grandchild.  Jeremiah died on 16th May 1947.  They are both buried in Sandgate Cemetery

CHRISTMAS MEMORIES

I always remember Christmas as a magical time. Back then we would have a certain build up towards Christmas Day.

School would finish a week or ten days before the anticipated event. In those ten days we would “harvest” and decorate the Christmas tree. There was no such thing as an artificial tree for many years in our family.  Dad would often bring the tree home and we would wait till the next morning to begin decorating. We would make paper chains. There were the decorations we had made at school in craft, we would make silver stars and these were added to a few precious decorations that were bought out to ornament the tree. I recall that the tree would often look a little worse for wear before we would start but by the time we had finished it stood in pride of place in the lounge room in all its magnificence.

Then there would be the visit to Santa and the Santa photo. Mum would deck us out in our Sunday best and take us into either Winns or David Jones where we would line up to take our turn at talking to Santa to ask for our desired gift. Mine was alway a book of some kind or a doll when I was younger. I recall that Santa would never promise what he was not able to deliver. He would always say something like “I will do my best but you must remember that Santa has lots of boys and girls to visit and lots of boys and girls are wanting whatever” he would then say that he would leave something special for us if he could not give what we asked for, thus adding to the anticipation.

Then there would be the children’s Christmas Parties, for us, hosted by Dad’s workplace and the local R S L. Hundreds of kids and their parents would congregate in a local hall. There would be lots of party food, party pies and sausage rolls, sandwiches, cakes and lollies. Always make-up cordial to drink and cups of tea for the mothers. Santa would arrive  much to excitement of the waiting kids. Silence would descend so we could hear our names being called. Santa would call our names in age groups and present us with an age appropriate gift. All the 10 year old girls for example would receive the same present. I remember when I was about 11 receiving a beach towel which I though was pretty special to have my very own towel different from the rest of the family.

Then there was the Christmas house clean. I do not remember my childhood home being anything other that meticulously clean and tidy when I was a kid. But because Christmas was approaching the house would be cleaned from top to bottom and we would all have a part to play in this ritual. There was no reluctance from myself or any of my siblings as this was an important part of the Christmas preparations.

There was also the yearly visit to David Street, Georgetown. Now this was a magical evening. Dressed in our pyjamas and brunch coats we would set out as a family to walk the short distance to David Street where every house in the street was decorated and lit by fairy lights. I longed for something like that to happen in our street but of course it never did. We would often see school friends on similar family outings and after checking out each house we would make our way home discussing the merits or otherwise of each display. We would always all agree however that it was always better that last year.

We would go to bed early on Christmas Eve. If we had daylight savings back then I am sure it would have still been daylight as we would go to bed early in any case. I remember I would be in bed feigning sleep and telling myself I would stay awake all night see Santa. I would soon be asleep and when morning dawned we would gather around the tree as a family to open our gifts. I don’t recall if Mum and Dad got presents as it seemed to be all about us five kids. After this off we would go to Mass where we would be keen to tell any friends present what Santa had brought us.

When we got home a quick breakfast and then Mum would begin lunch preparations. Always a hot lunch, baked chicken and vegetables followed by Plum pudding and custard. The plum pudding would always have threepence and sixpences in it and as a little kid I was always terrified that I would swallow one and be rushed off to hospital. Oh how carefully I would chew that pudding.

My Grandfather would always join us for lunch and this always made it a special occasion. As a very young child I used to worry about Pop as he lived alone and I did not like the thought that he would be lonely.

After lunch we would all help with the dishes and the clean up and we would be sent outside to play with our Christmas gifts while the adults rested. I remember I would generally receive a book so I never objected to this arrangement as it would give me a chance to get lost in a story. It seemed always to be a sweltering day except for the Christmas that I got a bicycle. That year it rained torrentially for two days and I had to wait till the day after Boxing day to try out the longed for bicycle.