tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35864359062096992592024-03-13T13:34:44.495+11:00Rev F E AlcornThis blog is about the Rev. Franklin Edwin Alcorn born 8 July 1891, Boonah Qld, died 8 Dec 1958, Rockdale NSW. Included will be his time at Hay Internment Camp, his involvement with the Church of Christ, the Congregational Church and the formation of Sydney radio 2CH.
(Copyright July 2008 Laurie Favelle,Canberra, Aust. Free use of all material - apart from 3rd Party sources - is permitted for research,education & non commercial purposes.)Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-86601873989738802042009-04-04T21:28:00.008+11:002009-04-04T21:45:14.864+11:00To Canada - Part 2<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGyKvL4hX8bwcVYQCCJ9dcpQL25tpB8rXLN8udLylavoIgXG3cTLxLs-uSRIS2AnOO7TJmkVhBuDVcAXlSnJ3rgtlJVros9VMEgeBc7xhbkxlahJFUqrq5ff-rqOsDDufXzKf1tpGH-w/s1600-h/680px-Map_Canada_political-geo.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGyKvL4hX8bwcVYQCCJ9dcpQL25tpB8rXLN8udLylavoIgXG3cTLxLs-uSRIS2AnOO7TJmkVhBuDVcAXlSnJ3rgtlJVros9VMEgeBc7xhbkxlahJFUqrq5ff-rqOsDDufXzKf1tpGH-w/s200/680px-Map_Canada_political-geo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320783982652620610" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">To Canada - Part 2</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Scottish emigration to Canada was to become, for most emigrants, subject to the formation of "Emigration Societies". These societies were </div><div>formed for much the same reasons that people have formed themselves into groups throughout the history of mankind. Common interest, economies of scale, perceptions of </div><div>mutual protection, social and religious conformity, etc, combined to encourage the joining together of people for what really was a great and risky venture.</div><div>These societies were given identities which, variously, were indicative of destination, point of origin or the imagination of someone far more creative. So we get societies such as the Glasgow Emigration Society, the Lanark Society, the Camlachie Emigration Society and the Paisley Townhead Society, to name but a few. Simon Alcorn, having made his decision to emigrate, became a member of the Spring Bank Society.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>So it was that Captain Coverdale, Master of the ship Commerce, set sail from Greenock, Scotland, on the spring morning of May the 11th, 1821, with 422 passengers, from eight emigration societies, all bound for Quebec. Included amongst those eight societies were 33 members of the Spring Bank Society, three of whom were Simon Alcorn, his wife Janet and daughter, also Janet (born 1820). (There was also a John Dunn and wife, quite possible a brother of Janet, whose maiden name was Dunn.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Journeys such as these were harrowing and, usually, a source of great surprise to most who participated. We will probably never learn the detail of what privations were experienced by Simon and his family. However, due to the efforts of one John M'Donald, the experiences of those pioneers may be shared by us almost 200 years later.</div><div><br /></div><div>John M'Donald was from Glasgow and joined the ship David of London, also bound for Quebec. The David of London departed Greenock on the 19th of May 1821, just 8 days after the Commerce departed with the Alcorns on board. In 1826, M'Donald published an article entitled "Emigration to Canada: Narrative of a voyage to Quebec, and Journey from Thence to New Lanark, in Upper Canada". This article makes mention of the passengers from the Commerce with whom M'Donald and his fellows join as their journey progresses.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have copied M'Donald's article in full as it is most relevant to our story. The only editing is that I have broken the tale into stages to assist the reader. It is perhaps helpful to recall that the journey from Scotland to Quebec was the easy bit. From Quebec to New Lanark was some 374 miles (602k's), 184 of those miles on foot or battling upstream.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">John M'Donald............</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Having, with many of my countrymen, determined to embark for Canada; little dreaming, from the flattering accounts which had been so industriously published respecting that country, of the hardships attending such an undertaking, I left Glasgow for Greenock, to embark on board the ship David of London, for Quebec, along with nearly 400 other passengers, where, having gone though the necessary steps at the custom-house, we left the quay on the 19th of May, 1821. A steam boat dragged the ship to the tail of the bank, and the wind being favourable we immediately sailed, and in 28 hours lost sight of land. Having a fair wind for this space of time, with fine agreeable weather, we enjoyed the pleasure of walking on deck, and beholding the calm unruffled face of the deep, which, combined with the bold, rugged, and romantic appearance of the coasts bordering on both sides of the firth, presented scenes that were truly delightful. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">But alas! the picture was soon reversed. The wind rose, a heavy gale commenced, and the waves rolled mountains high, and made a mighty noise. To see a ship making her way in the midst of a storm, over these lofty billows, is both grand and awful. We now became like drunken men, reeling and staggering to and fro. To walk on deck was impossible, and the places where the pots were erected for cooking, tumbled down, so that we could not get any victuals made ready, and some of our associates were compelled to mix a little meal and molasses, and use this composition as a substitute for better fare. The comparative want of food, and the storm together, rendered us very weak. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This storm continued nine days. The captain affirmed, that he had never witnessed a tempest of such long continuance at that season of the year. During the rest of our voyage, we had stormy days now and then, but none to be compared to the former, either in degree or duration. Several times many of our company got themselves drenched with the waves of a heavy rolling sea breaking over the deck, and which also entering the hatch-hole, wetted us very much. On this account, we were completely shut up in the hold. At the commencement of the storm the weather became very cold. This circumstance, providentially, was greatly in our favour, from our being so much crowded together, which in several respects was very disagreeable to our feelings. This cold state of the weather continued till we approached the mouth of the St. Laurence, when it became so warm, that I was nearly suffocated from the smell and heat below deck. I was consequently compelled to sleep on deck, together with many others, who were in a similar situation. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Every favourable day the Captain ordered all his passengers to bring up their clothes and air them. The sick passengers were also all ordered above, those who were unable being assisted. The Captain was much afraid lest an infectious fever should get in amongst us, and he himself, after landing at Quebec, was confined for some time by severe indisposition. Four births took place during our passage, but three of the children died, and a boy of four years old; another fell from the deck into the hold, and broke his arm; and had not he fallen upon some persons who were providentially at that time in that place, the event would probably have been much more serious. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Having entered the Gulph of St. Laurence, we found it necessary to obtain a Pilot. The weather now became warmer, and as the wind was a-head of us, our rate of sailing became slower, and we had to cast anchor several times. This change in our rate of sailing, was greatly in the favour of such passengers as were sick, as they all recovered quickly. This was a very happy circumstance, there being no impediment to prevent our landing: the surgeon having declared that there was no fever amongst us. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We consequently got all in at once, and having anchored, the Captain and several of the passengers went ashore, having ordered the Mate not to suffer any ardent spirits to be brought on board. Nevertheless, some of the passengers who had gone ashore, returned with some rum, which was taken from them and thrown over board. This circumstance caused no small disturbance, and produced blows between the sailors and the passengers, and even also amongst the sailors themselves; and till the scuffle terminated it was indeed a very disorderly night. We arrived at Quebec on the 25th of June, when we were all inspected by the surgeon, and then passed through the custom-house. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Quebec to Montreal</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We all slept that night on board, and by 6 o'clock in the morning the steam boat was laid alongside of us, when we all set to work to get our luggage on board of it. We continued all that day at Quebec, and then went off in the steam boat at 11 o'clock at night. As we were setting out, a tremendous storm of thunder and lightning came on, the most dreadful that ever I either saw or heard; the rain was also uncommonly heavy. There were nearly 400 people on board of the steam boat, the greater part of whom were obliged to sit on deck all that night. Reader, you may easily guess our situation. I can assure you, I myself and the greater part of all who were on deck were as thoroughly drenched as water could make us, and we all had to remain drenched as we were, in our wet clothes, till they dried on our backs. We had no alternative, access to our chests being impossible, as they were all locked up in the hold; and in this state we continued till we reached Montreal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Here we arrived in 24 hours, a distance of 190 miles. Having stated our difficulties on the passage from Quebec to Montreal, I may add, that this was the first of our trials in going up the country; and I can safely aver, to my certain knowledge, that it was the source and cause of their trouble who are now no more in this world. Nay, to show you further our distress, the beds of those passengers who were stationed on the lee side of the boat, between the engine-house and the paddles, were made literally to swim with the rain water. Every thing was spoiled, our very meal and bread being reduced to a state of dough. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Montreal to La Chine</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We now began to carry our luggage from the steam boat, Government having provided wagons in abundance. We mutually assisted each other in loading them with the women and children; and all who were unable to walk got on the top of them as far as the village of La Chine, ten miles up the St Laurence from Montreal. Here we arrived on the 28th of June, and remained 4 days; till we got as many boats as we required. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">La Chine to Prescot</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We then set out all together in 15 flat-bottomed boats. Our number amounted to 366 persons. Here a very difficult part of our journey commenced, namely, the passing the rapids of the St Laurence. Some of these have a very strong current, and as the stream is very shallow and stony, the boats sometimes grounded. Then all the men who were able were necessitated to jump into the river to haul the boats wading up to the middle of their bodies, and sometimes deeper. At these rapids the women and children were obliged to come out and walk; and in several places, the rapids run with such a force, that we were compelled to get 2 horses to haul every boat. None but those who have experienced it, can conceive the difficulty of ascending these rapids. To me it seems wonderful how they can surmount them. Many of our unhappy countrymen suffered extremely from these hardships, on account of the intense heat of the season, and drinking too freely of the river water. In addition to these difficulties, being destitute of dry clothes, we were obliged to continue in this uncomfortable situation night and day. Many of them took badly on the road, and were obliged to remain behind their families many days. This became a very distressing circumstance to them, in going up the river. When night came, we remained on the river side. Sometimes we got access to farm houses, and sometimes not. Others lay in the woods all night, where, having kindled a fire, they would have cooked their supper in the best way they could, and spread such clothes under them as they had, for a bed. In which situation I have found in the morning my night-cap, blankets, and mat, so soaked with dew, that they might have been wrung. One may easily conceive that this was very prejudicial to our health. Some of the passengers indeed got into barns, but by far the most part of them lodged out in fields for six nights, in which space of time we made our journey from La Chine to Prescot, which is 120 miles. There we had to pitch our tents in the best way we could, in the open field-wretched dwellings indeed! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">At Prescot</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">One may easily judge of our situation, from this circumstance, that frequently we were under the necessity, many of us, of spending the whole night in laving the water with dishes from around our tents, which literally ran below our very beds. Here we began soon to feel the effects of our river journey, and of our lying out in the fields. There were none, I believe, but felt these in a greater or less degree. Many were afflicted with the bloody flux, some also took fevers, and many died of a few days illness. Our situation now became very alarming, the people generally complaining of indisposition. I continued here three weeks. This was the end of our water conveyance. The cause of our delay here arose from the great multitude that were lying at this place before our arrival. Here we found one half of the passengers of the Earl of Buckinghamshire, all those of the ship Commerce, and including us, the passengers of the ship David of London, the whole exceeded 1000 people; and it took a long time to carry their baggage along a road of 74 miles to New Lanark. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We all had, each society, to wait its turn in getting away. Many were obliged to remain here on account of sickness, and many died. William Purdie, agent for the Trongate Society, died here, and two families were left orphans; the one belonged to Bridgeton, the other to Bathgate, of the name of Dick. This man was bathing in the St Laurence, when he first stopped at La Chine. He had gone beyond his depth into the stream, and the velocity of the current swept him away. He left 9 or 10 children, sic] The former family consisted of two children, whose mother died on the passage in the ship Commerce.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Prescot is a fine little town, and daily increasing-it is a military station. Two churches are building here, the one an episcopal chapel, the other a presbyterian meeting-house. The only place of worship, as far as I could learn, which previously existed, was a school-house, the master of which gave a discourse in the forenoon to the few who attended. It is, however, seriously to be lamented, that the Sabbath, the holy and honourable of the Lord, is so little respected there. Many were employed in singing, in playing on flutes, and drinking. A few of us asked the school-house for the purpose of religious worship, which was readily granted, and each took his turn. We met here three Sabbath-days, and sung the Lord's song, read his word and approached his throne of grace, pleading the fulfilment of his gracious promise that where two or three are met together in his name, and according to his appointment, he will be in the midst of them to bless them and to do them good. We found those days to be the most pleasant of all the days we spent in a foreign land. The majority of the inhabitants are Irish and French, and increasing fast. Here the mail-coach stops, this being the only road to Kingston, which is 62 miles straight up the river.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Prescot to New Perth</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We left Prescot on Monday the 30th July at 9 o'clock, and travelled six miles that night, and stopt at an inn. Here we took in our clothes, and slept all night on the floor. Got up next morning by break of day, and arrived at Brockville, 9 miles distant and breakfasted there. This is another little neat town on the river side, and said to be advancing in population. It contains several fine buildings, some of wood and others of brick. We stopt one hour only at this place. We went no farther up the river, but struck back through the country. The next night we stopt at a farmer's house, where we slept in the barn, amongst new hay, in which we felt some reptiles, and were afraid of snakes, having seen many of them on the road.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Here we tarried for our driver, waiting 3 hours for him, and at last he came with a fresh horse, one of his horses being knocked up the preceding night. We then set forward, and as we advanced, the road became worse, and towards night it became so rough, that the horse was unfit to proceed; but fortunately we got another waggoner to take the load, the drivers having made a mutual agreement betwixt themselves. We then advanced four miles farther, under the cloud of night, when we arrived at the driver's house, where we took in our bed-clothes, and got some supper made ready for us, as we stood very much in need of it.-We were allowed to sleep on the floor, and having got up early next morning, expected to have departed directly, but were detained till breakfast, when we again set out, having still the same horse, but provided with another driver. This man was very attentive in avoiding every bad place of the road, to prevent his wagon from overturning, in which he was completely successful, as it never once overset. But this was not the case with many wagons, which were overturned with men, women and children. One boy was killed on the spot, several were very much hurt; one man got his arm broken, and our own waggoner, in spite of all his care and skill, was baffled, his horse having laired in a miry part of the road, where he stuck fast, and even after he was loosed from the yoke the poor animal strove so much to no purpose, that he fell down in a state of complete exhaustion three times in the mire. The mire was so tenacious, being a tough clay, that we were compelled to disengage his feet from the clay with hand spokes, before we got him freed, and yet still he struggled long to get our wagon out of the mire, but in vain; when fortunately a team of oxen came forward, which the owner loosed from the yoke and fastened to our wagon. With these, and the horse together, the wagon was at length pulled out, and then we got on. Soon after this misfortune a great quantity of rain fell, which wetted us very much, and made us glad to creep away to the first farm house we could get. There we obtained lodging, but our bed-clothes were all so wet that we were obliged to dry them before a fire which we obtained, and to lie at the fire-side all night.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Next morning we got up early, and again set forward, hastening to the end of our journey. When we came again to the road, it appeared so very bad, that it put us to a complete stand, seeing no way of getting through it. We at last concluded, that the only alternative left us was to pull up the farmer's fences, which we did in two places, and thus got through, and then closed them up again. This was a new mode of travelling to us, but the only one by which we could at all hope to get through. Every now and then we were compelled to cut down the fences, as it was wholly a region of woods through which we had to pass, except some places occupied by farm-houses; spots cleared here and there in the midst of this immense forest. Wherever there was a spot cleared, there was commonly a farm house near it, the one indicating the other, and what was still more fortunate, a house or inn. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">As we approached New Perth, the road gradually improved, and the driver of course, desired some of us to go up into the wagon, and get a ride, which I accordingly did, being much fatigued. But as I was standing in the wagon, the horses advanced a step, and I fell out of the vehicle on my back, and broke one of my ribs by lighting on a small stone. By this accident I was very much bruised, and it was a great mercy that I was not killed on the spot, the road being stony. In such a piteous plight, I arrived at Perth, and immediately applied to a surgeon for medical aid, who advised me to bathe the injured part with vinegar, and bind it close and hard, which I did, and slept all night in a stable, the only convenience we could procure for that purpose. A great many of my fellow travellers to this land of promise, remained here, some on account of sickness and fatigue, and others because the horse being knocked up could go no farther.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Perth is a thriving place, and daily increasing in population. Here are two churches, the one a Presbyterian meeting house, and the other a Roman Catholic chapel. There are also two bakers, several store-keepers, two or three smiths, and a post office. I read a very long list of names affixed to the door of the office, mentioning those for whom letters were lying there. The post goes no farther than this place, but a similar list, for the same purpose, is also affixed to the door of the King's store at New Lanark. In such a thinly peopled district, and where other means of communication are so difficult, such a practice is absolutely necessary. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">New Perth to New Lanark</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">We left Perth next morning, which is 14 miles from New Lanark, and came to a large stream, called the Little Mississippi, over which we had to ferry. I then saw a tent, the people of which told us, that the reason why they were stopping there, was the superior salubrity of the situation, it being on the river side, and thus enjoying a freer air.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Having advanced within two miles of New Lanark, on the 4th of August, we were informed that the settlers were getting a deal worse, and that no less than four of a family were sick at the same time. I have known a whole family afflicted with the fever successively before it left them. The reason of this is clear and obvious to those who will be at the necessary pains to think and investigate, namely, the immensity and closeness of the woods that surround them. Through these impervious forests no wind possibly can penetrate, and there is consequently no circulation. The people live in the midst of a stagnant atmosphere, never rarefied by the solar rays, and never replaced by a purer current, thus continually inhaling a corrupted atmosphere, fevers and agues are the inevitable result. Instead of wondering why so many are thus afflicted, and that so much misery and distress prevail, the wonder ought rather to be, that the half of them, at least, are not dead. Reader, pause a little whilst reading this tale of woe, and consider, for a moment the deplorable state of your unhappy, unthinking, and deluded countrymen, thus exposed for 8 weeks to the noisome exhalations of immense woods, the excessive and rapid variations of a Canadian climate, and the excessive humidity of an American atmosphere; without any shelter from the inclemencies of the sky, the heavy and unwholesome dews, and the rains and the winds, (to which latter there is nothing of a similar nature parallel in this country) but such as a few posts driven into the ground, and then wrapped together with the frail branches of trees, could give. Wretched habitations indeed! and utterly insufficient to prevent the torrents of rain, (for the rains in that region are not showers, but literally torrents that plow up the very ground) from penetrating these temporary tabernacles. Such substitutes, when the branches wither, are almost completely open at the sides. Some, who are able, cover them with blankets, or whatever else they can obtain, on the roof; others have them covered round about. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This will not, however, prevent reptiles, such as snakes and lizards, from getting in. I saw a snake myself sucking a frog nigh my tent, but we killed it, and when it got a stroke on the head, it shot out its poisonous fangs. After this we grew more afraid of the venomous reptiles. We saw numbers of squirrels running about our beds; and we were frequently deprived of sleep from the unwelcome intrusions of oxen and cows, which, straying from their owners, came close to our tents, and we were much terrified, lest they should have pulled our tabernacles about our ears. The swine would come to our very heads, and take away any thing they could find or see; and they seemed to be very fond of their own flesh, seizing what flesh meat we had, and running away with it in their mouths, so that we were obliged to pursue them, in order to recover it."</span></div><div><br /></div><div>After 3 months of travel the Alcorns had arrived at their destination. Exhausted, perhaps unwell, Simon and his family, having conquered many challenges as they journeyed, now faced many more as they sought to establish their new home. They needed to hurry as winter was just around the corner!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-68088971261167085022009-04-04T21:23:00.002+11:002009-04-04T21:28:11.346+11:00To Canada - Part 1<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A Brief History</span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A great many people from Europe relocated during the 19th century. They took on the many challenges of migrating to those new vast continents, known and unknown, with great enthusiasm. North America, Australia, Africa and, to a lesser extent, New Zealand were their destinations of choice. This enthusiasm for hardship and "adventure" was particularly evident amongst the people of England, Ireland and Scotland.</div><div><br /></div><div>More than one branch of the extended Alcorn family became part of this mass migration. To understand why, we need a brief history lesson.</div><div><br /></div><div>The early decades of the 19th century were difficult for Great Britain. The massive industrialisation was in its infancy and was not yet an answer for the problems of the unemployed. Adding to the problem was the end of both the Napoleonic Wars (1815) and the conflict between Canada, Great Britain and the United States (1814). This sudden influx of "peace" forced thousands of former navy and army personnel onto the lines of unemployed.</div><div><br /></div><div>A further complication was the failure of crops over a number of seasons, in particular the tragic "Potato Famine" of Ireland.</div><div><br /></div><div>Around 1820, life was not great in Great Britain. In fact, there were a lot of good reasons for the brave, or desperate, to "get out of Dodge"! The only decision was where to go. For many the answer lay in the growing settlements of Canada.</div><div><br /></div><div>The online encyclopaedia, Wikipedia, provides us with an excellent summary of the early development of Canada:</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"Before the arrival of Europeans, the First Nations of what would become Canada had a large and vibrant trade network. Furs, tools, decorative items, and other goods were often transported thousands of kilometres, mostly by canoe throughout the many rivers and lakes of the region.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Atlantic Fisheries</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The earliest European settlements in Canada were the fisheries of the East Coast, especially the Grand Banks off Newfoundland. Boats from France, Portugal, Spain, and Great Britain would traverse the Atlantic fish for a summer and then return laden with fish. The trade was originally dominated by fishers from southern Europe. In Catholic countries, demand for fish was much greater. It was from the northern nations of Britain and France that the first settlers came, however. Spain, Portugal and the south of France had abundant supplies of salt because in the warm climes it was a simple matter to evaporate seawater. They would thus bring barrels of salt with them to the fishing grounds salt the fish aboard ship and return to Europe never having touched land. In the colder and wetter climate of the British Isles and northern France, salt was in scarce supply. To preserve the fish, they were dried by hanging them on large fish racks on the coast of Newfoundland and Nova Scotia. These drying stations were active for months of the</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">year, and eventually permanent settlements grew up around them. These small settlements totalled only a few thousand people, but they were many of the first European arrivals in North America.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Fur Trade</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The fur trade is often considered to be the most important factor in the population of the Canadian interior. In Europe, beaver fur had become especially fashionable, and the forests of North America were home to many of the creatures.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This trade closely involved the Native peoples who would hunt the beavers and other animals and then sell their pelts to Europeans in exchange for guns, textiles, and luxury items like mirrors and beads. Those who traded with the Native were the voyageurs, woodsmen who travelled the length of North America to bring pelts to the ports of Montreal and Quebec City.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The French dominated the trade through the New France, the Ohio Valley, and west into what would be Manitoba and Saskatchewan. In an attempt to break the French monopoly the English began trading through Hudson Bay and the Hudson's Bay Company built an elaborate network of trading posts and forts.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There was fierce rivalry between the French and English and their respective Native allies. Even when the two nations were at peace fierce fighting would occur in the interior.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The great disadvantage of the fur trade for the Canadas was that it did not encourage settlement. The fur trade only needed a few highly skilled workers. Also, the fur trade required more tonnage of goods to be shipped to North America than going the other way. This meant that there was no excess space on the westward voyage and passage costs were high. Unlike the United States where agriculture had become the primary industry, requiring a large labour force the population of what would be Canada remained very low.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This was a great benefit to the British in their struggles with the French. Over the course of the eighteenth century, the French possessions were gradually seized by the British until, in 1759, all of New France was conquered. The continued dependence on trade with Europe, also meant that the northern colonies were far more reluctant to join the American Revolution, and Canada thus remained loyal to the British crown.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Timber</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">In the early nineteenth century timber became the dominant staple commodity. Timber for the domestic market had long been a small industry in the colonies, but it was changes in Europe in the early nineteenth century that created a large export market. Great Britain had exhausted its supplies of quality timber by the start of the eighteenth century. The great oaks that had built the Royal Navy were all but gone. The lack of very large trees that could supply great masts was especially problematic as they were a necessity for both its war and merchant shipping. A thriving timber importing business had thus developed between Britain and the Baltic region. This trade was very unpopular for both economic and strategic reasons.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">For much of the eighteenth century, Britain had encouraged the timber trade with the New England colonies. The American stands of timber were primarily located along the small, but easily navigable rivers of New York and Massachusetts. These were fairly quickly exhausted. Even without the American Revolution new sources would have been needed by the start of the nineteenth century.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Thus the British looked northwards to the colonies that had remained loyal. The industry became concentrated in three main regions. The first to be exploited was the Saint John River system. Trees in the still almost deserted hinterland of New Brunswick were cut and transported to Saint John where they were shipped to England. This area soon could not keep up with demand and the trade moved to the St. Lawrence River where logs were shipped to Quebec City before being sent on to Europe. This area also proved insufficient and the trade expanded westward, most notably to the Ottawa River system, which, by 1845, provided three quarters of the timber shipped from Quebec City. The timber trade became a massive business. In one summer, 1200 ships were loaded with timber at Quebec City alone, and it became by far British North America's most important commodity.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The cutting of the timber was done by small groups of men in isolated camps. For most of the nineteenth century, the most common product was square timber, which was a log that had been cut into a square block in the forest before being shipped. The timber was transported from the hinterlands to the major markets by assembling it into a raft and floating it downstream. Because of the narrower and more turbulent waters that one would encounter on the Ottawa River system, smaller rafts, known as "cribs," were employed. On the St. Lawrence, however, very large rafts, some up a third of a mile in length would be employed. The most common type of tree harvested was white pine, mostly because it floated well. Oak, which does not float, was in high demand but was much harder to transport and oak timbers needed to be carefully integrated into the raft if they were to be carried to market.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">One of the most important side effects of the timber trade was immigration to British North America. Timber is a very bulky and not a particularly valuable cargo. For every ship full of British manufactured goods, dozens would be needed to carry the same value of timber. There was no cargo coming from the British Isles to Canada that could take up as much room on the return voyage. Exporting salt filled a few ships, and some vessels were even filled with bricks, but many timber ships made the westward voyage filled with ballast. The population of Canada was small and the lack of wealth in the area made it an unattractive market.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">There was, however, one cargo that the ship-owners did not have to worry about finding a market for in the sparsely populated New World: people. Many of the timber ships turned to carrying immigrants for the return voyage from the British Isles to fill this unused capacity. Timber ships would unload their cargo and sell passage to those desiring to emigrate. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">The timber industry also created large peripheral industries, the most important of these being agriculture. Unlike the fur trade, the timber trade saw large numbers of men in one location for a substantial period of time. The lumber camps, and the lumber towns needed to be supplied with food and other provisions. In the early years of the trade, much of the food, mostly barrels of pork, was shipped from the United States. Mostly coming from around the Cleveland area, shipping costs were high, creating a market for locally-produced goods. As the loggers pushed ever westwards, farmers followed to take advantage of this captive market. Some of these farms failed after the loggers moved on, but many found new markets and became permanent settlements. This process formed the basis of many communities in what is now Ontario.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">To encourage the settlement of the best land in the region, the government created the Canada Company. It was given much of the land in Western Ontario|Southwestern Ontario and tasked with selling it off to immigrants. It was successful in this, but it also became deeply unpopular for its monopolization of the land."</span></div><div><br /></div><div>So this was the situation facing young Simon Alcorn around the time he married and started a family. Economic and social conditions in the UK were deteriorating, and the romance and excitement of a new land, and all that it promised, was beckoning. The decision was easily made, but the challenges to be confronted were more difficult to face.</div><div><br /></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-89525555043716954202009-01-08T21:03:00.026+11:002009-01-24T18:24:12.499+11:00Getting Started - The FamilyI guess its fair to say that I have fiddled around with this blog for long enough & its time I got down to the business of telling my grandfather's story. Yet it would also be fair to say that, as a person of somewhat elementary computer skills, some technical development was required. The reader may well consider that further development should be the order of the day. I agree! But it will be "on the job" training. At some point one must get on with telling the tale, and that point is now!<br /><br /><br />I should also mention that it was important to digitise and make available the collection of artifacts from the Hay Internment Camp. There has been a great deal of interest in these items for scholarly reasons and I was very pleased to make them available.<br /><br /><br />The Alcorn story, as far as Franklin is concerned, commences with one William Alcorn.<br /><br /><br />William Alcorn was probably an Irishman. We can say that because his son, Simon, was born in Ireland. William was probably married (one source identifies a possible wife called Mary), because that was the usual thing amongst his class. William probably had a number of children, since that was the usual consequence of limited birth control, no social services for the elderly and a potentially high attrition rate amongst children. William was also, probably, a Protestant, since we know his son Simon was. And that, my friends, brings us to Simon Alcorn, son of the aforementioned William, who should bare the full responsibility for this tale.<br /><br /><br />However, before we really begin, it would probably be helpful to know just where everyone fits in. In that context, I have included below such detail that I possess as to who begat (look it up!!) whom from Simon's Dad, William, to the newest amongst us (which was a close finish between Rowyn in Vernon, Canada and Bailey in Canberra, Australia).<br /><br /><br />When studying this decendant record there are four things you should note:<br /><br /><ol><br /><li>Those who were born in Canada and emigrated to Queensland in 1869 are highlighted in red;</li><br /><li>The number next to each christian name relates to the generational position of that person from the William Alcorn in Generation 1, eg. the 7 next to my name - Laurence Geoffrey - denotes that I am 7 generations from our Irish relative;</li><br /><li>The full date of birth of living decendants has not been included as a protection against identity theft (can't trust anyone, these days!!).</li><br /><li>There are 143 individuals on this report, together with 52 surnames. Yet it is not complete! I know that some details are missing, particularly in living generations. Please send me your updated details and/or corrections to <a href="mailto:lauriefavelle1@bigpond.com">lauriefavelle1@bigpond.com</a> and I will edit this page. Please note that I am maintaining a substantial family tree separate to this site and, as a result, would appreciate any details you care to send, such as career/education highlights, photographs (particularly of individuals), etc. </li></ol><p><strong><em>(NB:The next post will deal with Simon Alcorn's arrival in Canada in 1821.)</em></strong></p><p>We commence with a list of surnames, followed by the Descendant Report. Please note that much of the work appearing in this report, particularly the early generations, was prepared for the Alcorn Reunion of 2002, with contributions from Jan Wegert, Coral Macdonald, Norma Alcorn, Perce Leivesley, Grace O'Donnell, Dorothy McPhee, Keith Wetzig, Desley Laidler, Glenys Powell, Marie Alcorn and Cathy Christiansen.</p><p>Alcorn<br />Bailey<br />Blaker<br />Bonneau<br />Boyd<br />Bulow<br />Burns </p><p>Buttsworth</p><p>Campbell<br />Cawley<br />Clements<br />Cotter<br />Crocker<br />Dagg<br />Davies<br />Davis<br />Dunn<br />Dwyer<br />Eakins<br />Favell<br />Favelle<br />Ferguson<br />Field<br />Fraser<br />Gallinger<br />Gunn<br />Heit<br />Jarrat<br />Jenner<br />Kedzlie<br />King<br />Lalliard<br />Liddle<br />Mann<br />Martin<br />McKay<br />McLaughlin<br />McNaughtan<br />McPherson<br />Mitchell<br />Oates<br />Pettiford<br />Pitman<br />Popple<br />Thompson<br />Walters<br />Weldon<br />Wight<br />Williams<br />Wright<br />Young<br /><br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>Descendants of William Alcorn</strong></span><br /></p><strong></strong><br /><p><strong>Generation No. 1</strong> </p><br /><p>WILLIAM1 ALCORN. He married MARY?. </p><p>Child of WILLIAM ALCORN and MARY? is: </p><p>i. SIMON2 ALCORN, b. May 1794, County Derry, Ireland; d. 24 September 1879, Lanark, Ontario, Canada.<br />___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 2</strong> </p><p>SIMON2 ALCORN (WILLIAM1) was born May 1794 in County Derry, Ireland, and died 24 September 1879 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada. He married JANET DUNN 26 March 1819 in Glasgow, Lanarkshire, Scotland. She was born Abt. 1801 in Ireland, and died 1861 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada. </p><p><em>Notes for SIMON ALCORN:<br />Simon & Janet Alcorn departed from Greenock,Scotland, with their daughter, Janet (b. 4.1.1820), on the "Commerce" on the 11th of May 1821. They arrived in Quebec, Canada, on the 20th of June 1821. </em></p><p>Children of SIMON ALCORN and JANET DUNN are: </p><p>i. <span style="color:#ff0000;">WILLIAM3 ALCORN</span>, b. 4 June 1823, Lanark, Ontario Canada; d. 6 August 1896, Brisbane, Queensland. </p><p>ii. JANET ALCORN, b. 4 January 1820. </p><p>iii. MARY ALCORN, b. October 1821, Canada; d. 22 March 1904, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; m. JACOB GALLINGER, 1840, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; b. 1820; d. 1899. </p><p>iv. ANN ALCORN, b. 28 April 1825, Canada; d. 2 December 1909, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; m. JOHN WRIGHT, 25 November 1872, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; b. 1817. </p><p>v. ROBERT ALCORN, b. 1828, Canada; d. 2 November 1901, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; m. MARGARET BOYD, 29 June 1858, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; b. 1831; d. 16 February 1910. </p><p>vi. <span style="color:#cc0000;">JOHN ALCORN,</span> b. 14 March 1831, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 19 September 1917, Peak Crossing, Qld. </p><p>vii. JANET ALCORN, b. 1832, Canada; d. 17 June 1902, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; m. WILLIAM CAMPBELL, 5 November 1891, Lanark, Ontario, Canada. </p><p>viii. ELIZABETH ALCORN, b. 1837, Canada; d. 19 June 1873, Canada. </p><p>ix. <span style="color:#cc0000;">SIMON ALCORN</span>, b. 1844, Canada; d. 10 September 1871, Ipswich, Qld.<br />___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 3</strong> </p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">WILLIAM3 ALCORN</span> (SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 4 June 1823 in Lanark, Ontario Canada, and died 6 August 1896 in Brisbane, Queensland. He married (1) MARGARET MANN 31 August 1849 in Dalhousie, Ontario, Canada, daughter of JAMES MANN and MARGARET MCKEAN. She was born 21 August 1821, and died 2 January 1881 in Queensland. </p><p>He married (2) JANE CAMPBELL 1882. </p><p><em>Notes for WILLIAM ALCORN:<br />Migrated from Canada with wife Margaret, daughter Mary and eight sons. Also accompanied by William's brothers, John (1831-1917) and Simon (1844-1871). Arrived Morton Bay Qld, aboard Ramsey, 24/1/1869. They settled in the Fassifern district south of Ipswich.<br />More About WILLIAM ALCORN:<br />Burial: Queensland<br />More About MARGARET MANN:<br />Burial: Queensland </em></p><p>Children of WILLIAM ALCORN and MARGARET MANN are: </p><p>i. <span style="color:#cc0000;">WILLIAM4 ALCORN</span>, b. 11 June 1856, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 5 June 1925, Herries St, Toowoomba, Queensland. </p><p>ii. <span style="color:#cc0000;">MARY ALCORN</span>, b. 1850, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 30 October 1919, Queensland; m. EBENEZER BLAKER, 31 August 1876, Ipswich, Qld; b. 1846; d. 20 June 1886. </p><p>iii. <span style="color:#cc0000;">SIMON ALCORN</span>, b. 1852, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 7 August 1871, Harrisville Qld. </p><p>iv. <span style="color:#cc0000;">JAMES MANN ALCORN</span>, b. 1853, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 23 June 1932. </p><p>v. <span style="color:#cc0000;">DAVID HOGG ALCORN,</span> b. 31 January 1855, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 22 December 1907, Mutdapilly, Qld. </p><p>vi. <span style="color:#cc0000;">ROBERT ALCORN</span>, b. 17 January 1858, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 6 February 1927, Brisbane, Qld. </p><p>vii. <span style="color:#cc0000;">ALEXANDER MANN ALCORN</span>, b. 1859, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 27 November 1928, Laidley, Qld; m. FANNY PITMAN, 14 May 1884, Ipswich, Qld; b. 8 January 1866; d. 11 October 1959. </p><p>viii. <span style="color:#cc0000;">JOHN ANDREW ALCORN</span>, b. 1861, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 24 September 1934, Boonah, Qld; m. (1) MARY ELIZABETH YOUNG, 31 August 1886, Warwick Qld; d. 26 May 1919; m. (2) DOROTHES HEIT, 3 February 1925. </p><p>ix. <span style="color:#cc0000;">GEORGE DANIEL ALCORN</span>, b. 1864, Lanark, Ontario, Canada; d. 27 August 1940, Warwick Qld; m. EMILY DAGG, 5 May 1891, Warwick Qld; d. 28 August 1935, Queensland.<br />------------------<br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">JOHN3 ALCORN</span> (SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 14 March 1831 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada, and died 19 September 1917 in Peak Crossing, Qld. He married ELIZABETH EAKINS 7 October 1869 in Churchbank, Qld. She was born 1847, and died 17 April 1892. </p><p>Children of JOHN ALCORN and ELIZABETH EAKINS are: </p><p>i. MARGARET JANE ALEXANDER4 ALCORN, b. 24 October 1870; d. 4 June 1954. </p><p>ii. JOHN SIMON ALEXANDER ALCORN, b. 18 February 1872; d. 16 September 1940, Ipswich, Qld; m. MARY AGNES DWYER, 22 April 1909, Nanango, Qld; d. September 1956. </p><p>iii. ELIZA ANN ALEXANDER ALCORN, b. 4 December 1873; m. JOHN THOMAS WILSON MCLAUGHLIN, 24 October 1898; b. 29 December 1871; d. 19 May 1936. </p><p>iv. MARY JANE ALEXANDER ALCORN, b. 10 November 1876; d. 31 July 1877. </p><p>v. MARY JANE ALEXANDER ALCORN, b. 7 June 1878; d. 26 June 1954; m. WALTER CHARLES POPPLE, 9 January 1901, Peak Crossing, Qld; d. 18 June 1952. </p><p>vi. VIOLET EMILY ALEXANDER ALCORN, b. 21 December 1880. </p><p>------------------</p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">SIMON3 ALCORN</span> (SIMON2, WILLIAM1). b.1844 Canada; d.10 September 1871, Ipswich, Qld.</p><p>___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 4 </strong></p><p><span style="color:#cc0000;">WILLIAM4 ALCORN</span> (WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 11 June 1856 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada, and died 5 June 1925 in Herries St, Toowoomba, Queensland. He married ELIZABETH MCKAY 2 February 1881 in Presbyterian Church, Churchbank, Qld, Aust., daughter of GEORGE MCKAY and JOHANNA GUNN. She was born 16 August 1859 in Latherton, Caithness, Scotland, and died 26 April 1947 in Brisbane QLD. </p><p>Children of WILLIAM ALCORN and ELIZABETH MCKAY are: </p><p>i. <strong><em>FRANKLIN EDWIN5 ALCORN</em></strong>, b. 8 July 1891, Boonah Qld; d. 8 December 1958, Rockdale, Sydney NSW. </p><p>ii. WILLIAM GARNET ALCORN, b. 22 October 1881, Churchill Qld Australia; d. 14 February 1950, USA; m. ROSINE WILHELMINE JENNER, 14 January 1903, Christian Chapel, Bowmont St Invercargill, NZ. </p><p>iii. MARGARET ANN ISABEL ALCORN, b. 19 January 1883, Queensland; d. 16 June 1935, Seaview Hospital, Sandgate, Qld; m. JOHN HENRY KING, 24 May 1926, 165 Collins St Melbourne. </p><p>iv. GEORGE EVLYN ALCORN, b. 8 May 1884, Carney's Creek, Qld; d. 30 April 1951, Brisbane QLD; m. JANE JENNER, 24 July 1907, Mt Alford, Qld. </p><p>v. ERNEST PERCY ALCORN, b. 22 May 1886, Coochin Coochin, Qld; d. 7 September 1944, Ipswich Qld; m. ISABEL DAVIES, 18 August 1909, Ipswich, Qld. </p><p><em>Notes for ERNEST PERCY ALCORN:<br />Ernest was a baker by trade. His enlistment papers in 1918 describe him as 5'91/2" tall with blue eyes and black hair. His service number was 57820. He returned to Australia and was discharged in 1919.<br />More About ERNEST PERCY ALCORN:<br />Military service: Bet. 16 February 1918 - 1919, Served in France 14 & 15 Btn 1st AIF </em></p><p>vi. EBENEZER CYRIL ALCORN, b. 12 November 1887, Queensland; d. 1 April 1947, Queensland; m. (1) EMMA MARTHA FLORENCE BAILEY, 1923, Perth WA; m. (2) FANNY MOORE MITCHELL, 25 February 1931. </p><p><em>Notes for EBENEZER CYRIL ALCORN:<br />Ebenezer enlisted in the AIF in 11.5.1915. His Regimental no. is 2720A and he is described as 5'9" tall with dark complexion and blue eyes. He served initially with the 16th Btn at Gallipoli from late August 1915 until the evacuation in December 1915. He was then transferred to the 48th btn and served in France. He subsequently suffered a gunshot wound to the chest and right arm on 11.4.1917. This wound resulted in his repatriation to Australia.<br />More About EBENEZER CYRIL ALCORN:<br />Military service: Bet. 11 May 1915 - 1918, 16th Btn & 48th Btn 1st AIF</em></p><p>vii. SIDNEY NORMAN ALCORN, b. 12 November 1889, Coochin, Goolman, Qld; d. 7 October 1962, Brisbane QLD; m. ELSIE WALTERS, 14 December 1912, Baptist Church, Ipswich, Qld.</p><p>viii. ALEXANDER CLEVELAND ALCORN, b. 23 November 1892, Upper Coochin, Goolman Qld; d. 24 March 1970, Rockhampton Qld; m. EMILY SARAH BURNS, 14 October 1914, Church of Christ, Boonah, Qld.</p><p>ix. JOHN LEONARD ALCORN, b. 23 August 1894, Boonah Qld; d. 5 August 1916, Poziers, France. </p><p><em>Notes for JOHN LEONARD ALCORN:<br />John Alcorn was a baker by trade and enlisted in the AIF on 17.6.1915. He was described as being 5'81/2" tall with blue eyes and fair skin and hair. He was killed in action on 5.8.1916 while serving with the 25th Btn. Below is the inscription on the plaque at the memorial in France.<br /></em><em>In Memory of<br />Private JOHN LEONARD ALCORN<br />2103, 25th Bn., Australian Infantry, A.I.F.<br />who died on 05 August 1916<br />Remembered with honour<br />VILLERS-BRETONNEUX MEMORIAL<br />Commemorated in perpetuity by<br />the Commonwealth War Graves Commission </em></p><p>x. JANE CHRISTINA ALCORN, b. 8 January 1896, Carney's Creek, Qld; d. 29 August 1957, South Brisbane Hospital, Brisbane, Qld; m. FRANK WILLIAM LIDDLE, Abt. 1945, Brisbane, Qld.</p><p>xi. ELIZABETH PETENA GUNN ALCORN, b. 24 July 1897, Queensland; d. 19 October 1975, Rockhampton Qld; m. PETER CHRISTIAN BULOW, 19 October 1927.</p><p>xii. DAVID LIVINGSTON HADDON ALCORN, b. 23 January 1900, Mt Alford, Qld; d. 8 January 1934, Rosedale, Qld; m. MARGARET CHARLOTTE CAWLEY, 7 June 1924, Inglewood, Qld. </p><p><em>Notes for DAVID LIVINGSTON HADDON ALCORN:<br />David enlisted in the AIF on 13.1.1918. He was described as a baker by trade, 5'6" tall with hazel eyes and fair hair. He returned safely to Australia in 1919.<br />More About DAVID LIVINGSTON HADDON ALCORN:<br />Military service: Bet. 13 January 1918 - 1919, 1st AIF served overseas<br /></em><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">JAMES MANN4 ALCORN</span> (WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 1853 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada, and died 23 June 1932. He married ELLEN FERGUSON 9 October 1877. She died 2 October 1922. </p><p>Child of JAMES ALCORN and ELLEN FERGUSON is: </p><p>i. JAMES HERBERT5 ALCORN, b. 1889, Queensland; d. 13 October 1917, Belgium; m. ELIZA MURIEL ALCORN. </p><p><em>More About JAMES HERBERT ALCORN:<br />Burial: Abt. 13 October 1917, 8 Brandhoek Cemetry No.3 Vlamertinghe, Belgium<br />Military service: 4 February 1916, 49Btn AIF-KIA 13.10.1917 Belgium</em><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">DAVID HOGG4 ALCORN</span> (WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 31 January 1855 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada, and died 22 December 1907 in Mutdapilly, Qld. He married ANN GUNN MCKAY 9 December 1879 in Churchbank, Qld. She was born 17 September 1860, and died 9 January 1942. </p><p>Child of DAVID ALCORN and ANN MCKAY is: </p><p>i. DOUGLAS JOHN5 ALCORN, b. Abt. 1892, Queensland; m. DAVIDINA DENOON FRASER, 5 February 1919, Main St Portmahomack UK; b. Abt. 1892, UK. </p><p><em>Notes for DOUGLAS JOHN ALCORN:<br />Douglas enlisted in early 1915 and joined the 15th Btn. He served at ANZAC between 23.10.1915 and 25.12.1915. He was subsequently sent to France and, following an action at Cerisy, near Corbie in France on 8.8.1918, was awarded the Military Medal. He returned to Australia in 1919 with his new bride.</em><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">ROBERT4 ALCORN</span> (WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 17 January 1858 in Lanark, Ontario, Canada, and died 6 February 1927 in Brisbane, Qld. He married THOMASIN MARY WELDON 7 September 1878 in Ipswich, Qld. She was born 22 October 1862, and died 19 July 1931. </p><p>Child of ROBERT ALCORN and THOMASIN WELDON is: </p><p>i. PERCY DAVID5 ALCORN, b. June 1892; d. 6 September 1918, Peronne France; m. ELIZABETH WILLIAMS. </p><p><em>Notes for PERCY DAVID ALCORN:<br />Percy enlisted in the 1st AIF on 24.12.1915. He was described as a carpenter, 5'7" tall, with dark complexion, blue eyes and brown hair. While serving with the 42nd btn he was wounded twice in action, first on 25.5.1917 and then 4.7.1918. His luck run out when he was killed in action on 6.9.1918. His gravestone inscription is below.<br /><br />In Memory of<br />Private PERCIVAL DAVID ALCORN 1867,<br />42nd Bn., Australian Infantry, A.I.F.<br />who died age 26on 06 September 1918<br />Son of Robert and Thomason Mary Alcorn;<br />husband of Elizabeth Alcorn, of Blackstone, Queensland.<br />Born at Ipswich, Queensland.<br />Remembered with honour<br />TINCOURT NEW BRITISH CEMETERY<br />Commemorated in perpetuity by the<br />Commonwealth War Graves Commission </em></p><p><em>Burial: Plot 8 Row C Grave 17 Tincourt New British Cemetry, France<br /><br /></em>___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 5</strong> </p><p>FRANKLIN EDWIN5 ALCORN (WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 8 July 1891 in Boonah Qld, and died 8 December 1958 in Rockdale, Sydney NSW. He married LILY PETTIFORD 1915 in West. Australia. She was born 24 September 1892 in Western Australia, and died 12 August 1987 in Sydney NSW. </p><p><em>More About FRANKLIN EDWIN ALCORN:<br />Military service: Bet. 1939 - 1945, N393143 </em></p><p>Children of FRANKLIN ALCORN and LILY PETTIFORD are: </p><p>i. JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, b. June 1924, Brisbane QLD.</p><p>ii. EDWIN JORDAN ALCORN, b. 1922; d. 1922. (WA)</p><p>iii. FRANCES THELMA ALCORN, b. 10 February 1920, Perth WA; d. 17 November 2007, Woy Woy NSW.<br />___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 6 </strong></p><p>JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN (FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born June 1924 in Brisbane QLD. She married GEOFFREY FREDERICK FAVELLE 3 October 1946 in Sydney NSW, son of EDWARD FAVELL and ADA SPENCER. He was born 23 November 1919 in 15 Clarence Rd Rockdale NSW, and died 9 February 1971 in Carlingford, Sydney. </p><p>Children of JOYCE ALCORN and GEOFFREY FAVELLE are: </p><p>i. LAURENCE GEOFFREY7 FAVELLE, b. March 1948, Rockdale NSW. </p><p>ii. CORALIE JOY FAVELLE, b. November 1950, Rockdale NSW. </p><p>iii. JENNIFER MAE FAVELLE, b. July 1954, Sydney NSW. </p><p>iv. KATHRYN NORMA FAVELLE, b. April 1967, Sydney NSW.</p><p>v. VICKI LOUISE FAVELLE, b. December 1968; Adopted child.<br /><br />FRANCES THELMA6 ALCORN (FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born 10 February 1920 in Perth WA, and died 17 November 2007 in Woy Woy NSW. She married WALTER OATES 12 December 1942 in Hurstville NSW. He was born 30 March 1919 in London, and died 1993 in Kilcare NSW. </p><p>Children of FRANCIS ALCORN and WALTER OATES are: </p><p>i. RONALD (KIM)7 OATES, b. September 1943; m. ROBYN KAY BUCKSWORTH, December 1966, Sydney NSW; b. January 1943. </p><p>ii. TERRY WALTER OATES, b. October 1950; m. RHONDA MCPHERSON; b. February 1950, NSW. <strong>_____________________________________________________________</strong></p><p><strong>Generation No. 7</strong> </p><p>LAURENCE GEOFFREY7 FAVELLE (JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born March 1948 in Rockdale NSW. He married (1) CHRISTINE LILLIAN WIGHT November 1969 in Beecroft NSW, daughter of LEONARD VINCE and LILLIAN TOOMBS. She was born September 1948 in Sydney NSW. He married (2) ELIZABETH MARY MCNAUGHTAN August 1983 in Wagga Wagga NSW, daughter of KEVIN MCNAUGHTAN and VIOLET MACARTNEY. She was born November 1955 in Corowa NSW. </p><p><em>Notes for CHRISTINE LILLIAN WIGHT:<br />Adopted by Freda and David Wight. Birth name Vince<br />More About CHRISTINE LILLIAN WIGHT:<br />Adoption: 1957, Formerly Christine Vince</em> </p><p>Children of LAURENCE FAVELLE and CHRISTINE WIGHT are: </p><p>i. VANESSA LILLIAN8 FAVELLE, b. March 1971. </p><p>ii. GEOFFREY LAURENCE FAVELLE, b. August 1973, Epping NSW. </p><p>iii. ANTHONY PETER FAVELLE, b. March 1976, Gosford NSW. </p><p>Children of LAURENCE FAVELLE and ELIZABETH MCNAUGHTAN are: </p><p>iv. AMY ELIZABETH8 FAVELLE, b. August 1986. </p><p>v. EMMA ROSE FAVELLE, b. July 1988.<br /><br />CORALIE JOY7 FAVELLE (JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born November 1950 in Rockdale NSW. She married (1) PETER GEORGE WILLIAMS December 1969 in Carlingford NSW. He was born August 1949 in NSW. She married (2) DAVID JOHN KEDZLIE 1994 in Gympie QLD. He was born May 1956 in NSW. </p><p>Children of CORALIE FAVELLE and PETER WILLIAMS are: </p><p>i. DONNA LOUISE8 WILLIAMS, b. August 1972. </p><p>ii. GARY PETER WILLIAMS, b. April 1974. </p><p>iii. LINDA ANNE WILLIAMS, b. November 1976, Epping NSW.<br /><br />JENNIFER MAE7 FAVELLE (JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born May 1954 in Sydney NSW. She married MALCOLM GIFFORD CROCKER 9 November 1974 in Carlingford NSW. He died 10 February 2007 in Perth WA.</p><p>Children of JENNIFER FAVELLE and MALCOLM CROCKER are: </p><p>i. PENELOPE8 CROCKER. </p><p>ii. JAMES CROCKER.<br /><br />KATHRYN NORMA7 FAVELLE (JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born April 1967 in Sydney NSW. She met JAMES COTTER 2000 in Canberra ACT. </p><p>Children of KATHRYN FAVELLE and JAMES COTTER are: </p><p>i. LOUIS HARRIS8 COTTER, b. 17 March 2003, Canberra ACT; d. 16 March 2003, Canberra ACT. </p><p>ii. MILES MILLIGAN COTTER, b. October 2003.<br /><br />VICKI LOUISE7 FAVELLE (JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born December 1968. She married STEVEN MARTIN March 1998 in Canberra ACT. </p><p><em>More About VICKI LOUISE FAVELLE:<br />Adoption: December 1968, Sydney NSW</em> </p><p>Children of VICKI FAVELLE and STEVEN MARTIN are: </p><p>i. JACK8 MARTIN, b. November 2000, Wagga Wagga NSW. </p><p>ii. CHARLIE MARTIN, b. August 2002, Wagga Wagga NSW. </p><p>-----------------</p><p>RONALD (KIM)7 OATES (FRANCIS THELMA6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born September 1943. He married ROBYN KAY BUTTSWORTH December 1966 in Sydney NSW. She was born January 1943.</p><p>Children of KIM OATES and ROBYN BUTTSWORTH are:</p><p>i. MATTHEW8 OATES, m. FIONA.</p><p>ii. PETER OATES, m. DEBBIE</p><p>iii.SARAH OATES, m. TIMOTHY FIELD.<br /><br />TERRY WALTER7 OATES (FRANCIS THELMA6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born October 1950. He married RHONDA MCPHERSON. She was born February 1950 in NSW.</p><p>Children of TERRY OATES and RHONDA MCPHERSON are:</p><p>i. JAMIESON8 OATES, b. September 1980.</p><p>ii. DANIELLE OATES, b. August 1982.</p><p>iii.CARLIE OATES, b. June 1985.<br />___________________________________________________________________<br /><strong>Generation No. 8 </strong></p><p>VANESSA LILLIAN8 FAVELLE (LAURENCE GEOFFREY7, JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born March 1971. She married DANIEL LALLIARD 1990 in Canberra ACT, son of MAURICE LALLIARD and ALICIA BRADY. </p><p>Children of VANESSA FAVELLE and DANIEL LALLIARD are: </p><p>i. NATHAN DANIEL9 LALLIARD, b. July 1988. </p><p>ii. RACHEL RENEE LALLIARD, b. May 1993. </p><p>iii. ALIESHA CHRISTIE LALLIARD, b. January 1998. </p><p>GEOFFREY LAURENCE8 FAVELLE (LAURENCE GEOFFREY7, JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born August 1973 in Epping NSW. He married LINDA GAY DAVIS 30 March 2002 in Canberra ACT. She was born December 1968 in Yass NSW. </p><p>Child of GEOFFREY FAVELLE and LINDA DAVIS is: </p><p>i. LIAM GEOFFREY9 FAVELLE, b. May 2003.<br /><br />ANTHONY PETER8 FAVELLE (LAURENCE GEOFFREY7, JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born March 1976 in Gosford NSW. He married LISA JEAN CLEMENTS November 2001 in Canberra ACT, daughter of KEVIN CLEMENTS and LORRAINE PLUMB. She was born July 1976. </p><p>Child of ANTHONY FAVELLE and LISA CLEMENTS is: </p><p>i. BAILEY ANTHONY9 FAVELLE, b. June 2008.<br /></p><p>GARY PETER8 WILLIAMS (CORALIE JOY7 FAVELLE, JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born April 1974. He married CHRISTINE Abt. February 1998 in Queensland. </p><p>Child of GARY WILLIAMS and CHRISTINE is: </p><p>i. GABRIEL9 WILLIAMS, b. October 1999.<br /><br />LINDA ANNE8 WILLIAMS (CORALIE JOY7 FAVELLE, JOYCE WYNGATE6 ALCORN, FRANKLIN EDWIN5, WILLIAM4, WILLIAM3, SIMON2, WILLIAM1) was born November 1976 in Epping NSW. She met (1) ANTHONY THOMPSON. He was born August 1975 in Helensville NZ. She met (2) JAMES WAYNE JARRAT. He was born May 1976 in Bundaberg Qld. She married (3) CAL DREW BONNEAU 13 October 2007 in Vernon, BC, Canada. </p><p>Child of LINDA WILLIAMS and ANTHONY THOMPSON is: </p><p>i. ERIAN MAY ELLA9 THOMPSON, b. September 1999, Gympie Qld. </p><p>Child of LINDA WILLIAMS and JAMES JARRAT is:</p><p>ii. TORELLE MARY JOY9 WILLIAMS, b. January 1995. </p><p>Child of LINDA WILLIAMS and CAL BONNEAU is:</p><p>iii. ROWYN HENRY SETHIK9 BONNEAU, b. June 2008, Vernon BC, Ca.<br /><br /></p>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-15473375653679968152009-01-08T20:48:00.009+11:002009-01-10T10:01:56.469+11:00Bern Brent makes a pointBelow is a copy of an email sent to me by Mr Bern Brent of Canberra. Mr Brent is a former internee of Tatura Camp and, to the best of my knowledge, a "Dunera Boy". Mr Brent makes some interesting points and, because of their value to the historical context, I have included them here.<br /><br /><br />Please note that readers are invited to add comments at the bottom of each page. All contributions are welcome, particularly if they contribute to the store of knowledge on this subject.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><em><br /><br /><blockquote><br /><p><em>Hi Laurie,<br /><br />The two Hay lists are interesting because in the Dunera literature incorporating many Dunera myths, one speaks almost invariably of Jewish people. In so far as among the Germans and Austrians interned in the UK in May-June 1940 and eventually sent to Australia on the Dunera, most were Jewish, that would be correct.<br /><br />That there were a number of non-Jewish people who received a B and C classification at the beginning of the war (those who received an 'A' were interned at the beginning of the war) is well known. However, nobody knows what was the proportiopn of non-Jewish people among the Dunera 'anti-nazi' internees. The lists<br />provide a clue for researchers of whom Professor Kwiet is, I think, one.<br /><br />We know how many people were in each of the two Hay camps. Here we have lists of people who were not Jewish. What I would like you to add to the list was the fact, mentioned on top in each instance, that the two lists are of Christians who are NOT Catholics and NOT C.of E. My point is that we had a good number of Austrians in the camp and of course many southern Germans are Catholic. I have yet to come across an Austrian who is Protestant. </em></p><br /><p><em>Also, for researchers, my experience in Tatura camp 3 (I was not in Hay) could be mentioned. When the three ministers of the cloth came and asked for lists, not more than two thirds bothered to have their names added to such a list. As a result of which our camp poet wrote 'Sei Fromm' (Be Pious) for all those, Jewish, Protestant and Catholic, people who had not volunteered their names did NOT receive the goodies which arrived in camp from the various congregations (clothes, food, books, etc.).<br /><br />Among the researchers for whom your website is usful, most would be German speakers. If you think it makes sense, I will pass on to you Oswald Volkmnann's little ditty as mentioned above.<br /><br />Thank you for making the material available on the internet.</em><br /></p></blockquote></em>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-62293336673474187082008-12-21T08:28:00.004+11:002008-12-21T18:18:53.395+11:00Alcorn Collection - Hay Internment Camp Artifacts<a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lauriefavelle1/HayInternmentArtifacts?feat=directlink">http://picasaweb.google.com/lauriefavelle1/HayInternmentArtifacts?feat=directlink</a><br /><br />This link should direct you to images of the Alcorn Hay Internment Camp Collection that do not yet appear on this blog. If difficulty is experienced please email me at <a href="mailto:lauriefavelle1@bigpond.com">lauriefavelle1@bigpond.com</a>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-46368695911854083262008-12-19T19:23:00.002+11:002008-12-19T19:30:57.303+11:00<strong><em></em></strong><br /><strong>Transcript for interpretation purposes – prepared 15 December 2008 by Laurie Favelle</strong><strong><br /></strong><strong><br /></strong>COPY<br />Letter from Dr. Richard Ullmann to Eckart Heilpern<br /><br />Friends Post War Service Committee,<br />Friends House, Euston Road,<br />London N.W., 1. 20th January, 1943.<br /><br />Dear Eckart Heilpern,<br /><br />After all I have the opportunity of writing to you as a free man. The 8th inst. I have been released, after another enervating three months on the Isle of Man. I had hoped that I were free at Christmas, but it didn't come true. I've taken up work as a tutor with the above Committee, which is preparing all kinds of relief work on the European Continent as quickly as possible after the Armistice. My special task is to make the young workers acquanted with the psychological and historical background, give them a lead in their language studies, etc. As you see, a very intersting and very idealistic work on Christian fundamentals. There are many political and spitiual issues to be considered, and my own experience in various countries as well as my experience as both subject and object of relief work come in very usefully. The only drawback of my being free is the interruption of my correspondence with my wife, from whom I had quite regularly long letters about all things of personal interest for me. Unfortunately part of the information was very depressing: my brother Franz was deported in June, my aunt----? I think in September together with E.W.L and her husband etc. My wife herself helped them and worked with them to the last, though I think it was quite risky to do that, to visit my brother once a week etc.<br /><br />She had had her own troubles too: my eldest girl, though very talented in many respects, has had to leave school at 14! My wife is teaching her all alone now except maths and piano, doing with her even Greek, reading Shakespeare in English and Corneille in French, not neglecting all practical things such as cooking, tailoring, gardening, gyms, etc. It is rather a co-operation than teaching, and my wife finds in it extreme satisfaction and happiness. The children sent me for Christmas very nice “Krippenfigure” in paper, which they had designed, painted and cut out. Those of the older one are really artistic, exactly as her sewing kit for me which she has made without any help or advice. She is very musical too, the younger plays the violin and my wife has started at playing the 'cello to accomplish the Trio. The elder one writes sonnet-cycles, the younger one fairy-tales which have won prizes at school; but her spelling is dreadful!<br /><br />But enough about the children. I wonder whether you received my letter of November 17th and my Christmas card of December 12th. I hope that all of you are well and that you are having good news from your brother in Switzerland. I don't see much chance for him to get out from there now if he hasn't managed it in time; but I see less danger every day that that country will be drawn into the war. Are you still in your former work? I don't think that the Australian man-power problem will affect you very much, as you are very much needed in your occupation. How is your mother? I've seen her only once in 1937, and before that only when I was a child of say 10. But I've kept her in good memory; I sometimes one's sympathies are hereditary and I've inherited this predilection for her from my own mother. I've trying to find your grandmother's address, to drop her a few lines. I know she is at Westwood Ho, but I don't know where, I think she is rather advanced in the eighties now, isn't she?<br /><br />Should you meet Dr. Morris or Miss Gladys Armstrong, please remember me to them and tell them about my new job, they certainly will be interested in it. You don't know Rev. Alcorn, or do you? Remember me to him, too. It is a pity we never have managed to meet. But as the world is becoming smaller every day, one never knows what possibilities of personal acquantance will be opened. Queer enough that we have not met; while writing this letter I feel as if I had had lots of talks with you.<br /><br />All my best wishes to you and your parents, and let us hope that war and oppression will be over soon.<br /><br />Yours sincerely,<br />Richard Ullmann.Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-68208911450989820242008-12-19T19:20:00.001+11:002008-12-19T19:22:58.839+11:00Letter from Dr Richard Ullmann to Eckart Heilpern<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg8zM8uayzawI7g7MZ0EWOsCHLH9nPQlHn7NauRqwSZbDdxHdr-yxmPesZiDnZz9j7orzA_Pw91CHM8Ehb9gSph728JWeyiZTDEcfwJi48kDxT1m_46vf0xbqroyR7Cis1G_0M-YjLJ4/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBg8zM8uayzawI7g7MZ0EWOsCHLH9nPQlHn7NauRqwSZbDdxHdr-yxmPesZiDnZz9j7orzA_Pw91CHM8Ehb9gSph728JWeyiZTDEcfwJi48kDxT1m_46vf0xbqroyR7Cis1G_0M-YjLJ4/s320/image-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZP6wjlbrR8urAnnCArFn4cEVJjmvvWtMlxfdVNO0Crs2aZ4cgr9FILgZTllTU74Yap7o1lEomvOR5_viaCCRdt4nnQ-oyrpVV0lmToMknvgjtsZWLIRXpmcXXz07Y2eaL7n_hSqgXHA/s1600-h/image-3.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZP6wjlbrR8urAnnCArFn4cEVJjmvvWtMlxfdVNO0Crs2aZ4cgr9FILgZTllTU74Yap7o1lEomvOR5_viaCCRdt4nnQ-oyrpVV0lmToMknvgjtsZWLIRXpmcXXz07Y2eaL7n_hSqgXHA/s320/image-3.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-89742326796232180822008-12-18T23:18:00.000+11:002008-12-18T23:20:56.431+11:00<strong>Transcript of letter from Eric Lipmann, with note from Bruno Lipmann, To Rev. Alcorn 8 August 1944.</strong><br /><strong></strong><br />Eric Lipmann<br />8th A.E. Coy<br />Broadmeadows, Vic<br />8/8/44<br /><br />My dear Padre,<br />This is my last day before I go back to camp tomorrow morning, and I have been busy all day and now I am just cleaning up and setting my mind on “the business” again.<br />Before I go on let me thank you once againfor the welcome you and your family gave me and the really wonderful time I spent with you. It was particularly nice of you to come down to the station and see me off and I regret I arrived to late, just in the nick of time but I usually do that when I travel alone. I was quite touched that Mrs Alcorn thought of me and I would just like to tell her that I started munching straight away and it must have been near Moss Vale when I had eaten everything up except the piece of your birthday cake for Bruno which I gave him Saturday afternoon after I had arrived.<br />Contrary to the trip up it turned out to be a very pleasant and also comfortable journey. I had a good seat at the window until up to Albury and I could sleep in a more or less comfortable position. From Albury onward I was in a compartment with only another two people – very easy ......... The train arrived a few hours late at 2pm on Sat. I was not a bit tired and after a general brush up I met B & M<a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote1sym" name="sdfootnote1anc">1</a> and spent the afternoon and evening with them.<br />The christening had been postponed to Monday and it went very well indeed. On Sunday we also had a little party at one of our friends.<br />B. & M. had a surprise in store when I came back. They had found a flat just that very day & were in a particularly good mood. However a few readjustments have to be made and they may not be able to occupy it before Nov / Dec. Still it gives them a bit of time too the (?) get everything ready as far as furniture and other things are concerned not to mention all the odds and ends which usually take a longer time to procure.<br />During the next few days or weeks they will decide when & where they shall get married. Bruno will tell you all these things himself.<br />I have not got the address of Overhoff yet but I shall get it on Wednesday or Thursday and then I can let you know.<br />It has been terribly cold yesterday and the day before yesterday. Possibly that I feel it more just coming from the warmth of Sydney. It was frosty this morning and a pair of socks I had left on the line has shrunk to about half its size. During the however it is warm and lovely.<br />Please give my very best regards to Mrs Alcorn and to Joyce<a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote2sym" name="sdfootnote2anc">2</a>, Frankie<a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote3sym" name="sdfootnote3anc">3</a> & Walter<a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote4sym" name="sdfootnote4anc">4</a> & last but not least to the young prince<a class="sdfootnoteanc" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote5sym" name="sdfootnote5anc">5</a>.<br />Kindest regards & all the best to you.<br />Yours<br />Eric<br /><br /><strong>Bruno's note</strong><br /><br />Dear Padre,<br />Eric wrote this letter yesterday and I am sorry that I have caused another day's delay in sending it off. The best bit of news is that we have found a flat afterall! It will probably be quite a while however until we can move in since the owners are going to make quite substantial changes. They are rebuilding practically half the house.<br />We have not yet decided on the date when we shall get married, but it seems certain now that it will be before Christmas. There are a lot of things to be done and it is great excitement and happiness to do them.<br />The government allowed the owners only to spend a comparatively small amount on rebuilding expenses, and so there are many things that I shall do myself. Next week, or shortly after, I shall start on painting all the doors of the flat, also the garden is in a bad state and many other minor things. The place has no major shortcomings and I am sure it will be made into a nice and happy home. Margaret and I are so very happy about it.<br />Eric told me all about the very fine holiday he had in Sydney. I should have loved to see you too again. Please give my thanks to Mrs Alcorn for the piece of birthday cake which I liked very much. I shall have to close now with the best regards to you, Mrs Alcorn and your family.<br />Yours<br />Bruno<br /><a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote1anc" name="sdfootnote1sym">1</a>. Eric's brother and future sister-in-law – Bruno & Margaret<br /><a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote2anc" name="sdfootnote2sym">2</a>. Rev. Alcorn's 2nd daughter Joyce Alcorn, b. 1924 – later Mrs Joyce Favelle<br /><a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote3anc" name="sdfootnote3sym">3</a>. Rev. Alcorn's 1st daughter Francis Alcorn, b. 1920 d. 2007 – later Mrs Frankie Oates OAM<br /><a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote4anc" name="sdfootnote4sym">4</a>. Frankie's husband Walter<br /><a class="sdfootnotesym" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=3586435906209699259#sdfootnote5anc" name="sdfootnote5sym">5</a>. Walter & Frankie's 1st son Ronald Kim Oates – later Professor Kim OatesLauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-67275564070885160252008-12-18T23:15:00.001+11:002008-12-18T23:18:43.192+11:00Letter from Eric & Bruno Lipmann to Rev. Alcorn 1944<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DRlG1gMtZgRQmeD560F8-p5jmHCr7IB3j09M5ur-EuBfaNrjC5qLudwwEJt5npE6aZB6t-qpBbwrSZomkXoRQex-yiTaIIF9lpnGy7iCpZ7QS1p2XbwO29xxyv7krV3M9YBwOyHpEiM/s1600-h/image-9.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DRlG1gMtZgRQmeD560F8-p5jmHCr7IB3j09M5ur-EuBfaNrjC5qLudwwEJt5npE6aZB6t-qpBbwrSZomkXoRQex-yiTaIIF9lpnGy7iCpZ7QS1p2XbwO29xxyv7krV3M9YBwOyHpEiM/s320/image-9.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPDYxhj7Yst-5v5UjsH7THjhJ12iiBAPTa522wxDTDpsSfX2VZm3ebLKO_Or7djF_qbYWpPdoC_MmeDkdEbPDas89wOHhMHZURaJC5x1pDixwVFLwjbTQpq_gsASDWgW7jjGgNhv4VDw/s1600-h/image-10.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioPDYxhj7Yst-5v5UjsH7THjhJ12iiBAPTa522wxDTDpsSfX2VZm3ebLKO_Or7djF_qbYWpPdoC_MmeDkdEbPDas89wOHhMHZURaJC5x1pDixwVFLwjbTQpq_gsASDWgW7jjGgNhv4VDw/s320/image-10.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnGfL7QzrgGC_Dw-J3B7zEpOOtzVJiKknSmzoZHiBNPU6BOhy63-LkI1IckZJ7GIZOaV8iWc4nherO6qBoo2y9xJl1DodGX9QDftA-9IEvgSeQJaYLl5ughwRPqnbOrOJ5wl7_o8cDUs/s1600-h/image-11.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNnGfL7QzrgGC_Dw-J3B7zEpOOtzVJiKknSmzoZHiBNPU6BOhy63-LkI1IckZJ7GIZOaV8iWc4nherO6qBoo2y9xJl1DodGX9QDftA-9IEvgSeQJaYLl5ughwRPqnbOrOJ5wl7_o8cDUs/s320/image-11.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFWu-KjrJkBG4qT093z1_khapHXrQXzqySFdwclDiRogAyb30ebp5Ap3UKRo72kTdecmXVPQicLR32JaacVzZl61g5gnrbKO1W2DYSY2lNxf2JXdC_HpfKRY5Ud1g7FvnrNjuz1gMFlM/s1600-h/image-12.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFWu-KjrJkBG4qT093z1_khapHXrQXzqySFdwclDiRogAyb30ebp5Ap3UKRo72kTdecmXVPQicLR32JaacVzZl61g5gnrbKO1W2DYSY2lNxf2JXdC_HpfKRY5Ud1g7FvnrNjuz1gMFlM/s320/image-12.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-45801577459828213032008-12-13T16:57:00.001+11:002008-12-13T17:00:42.236+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 6<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9hdY_qm6NIPxhNhYIudgjVY2n4_9KfDtB1bH0IM9SH6APxuPA90Lgf-eNWtTh6oVnll3RN2NVK4tfXJrzwX7vR_ht_8m5Nyy_0P8szE0ihyYEI3F3sFy8MQh9ucSvDttOkWapVFlWF0/s1600-h/image-20.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM9hdY_qm6NIPxhNhYIudgjVY2n4_9KfDtB1bH0IM9SH6APxuPA90Lgf-eNWtTh6oVnll3RN2NVK4tfXJrzwX7vR_ht_8m5Nyy_0P8szE0ihyYEI3F3sFy8MQh9ucSvDttOkWapVFlWF0/s320/image-20.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTk4UB3R9ncFNB9thcUEF0vboctuOvDHqgmcAPcIjwIHVhVfDFa2KK_HA6vjB9qCNhqW0OEGWPToz_josajIsJ0IaQr10ykpmMB9zhr67V9lnZ-flI79kpchX-zDZ2u1caLttfp1wojU/s1600-h/image-21.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrTk4UB3R9ncFNB9thcUEF0vboctuOvDHqgmcAPcIjwIHVhVfDFa2KK_HA6vjB9qCNhqW0OEGWPToz_josajIsJ0IaQr10ykpmMB9zhr67V9lnZ-flI79kpchX-zDZ2u1caLttfp1wojU/s320/image-21.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd200Kc961hQK74HPt_KIgFFvNPzGc8pK_KkinMUXMxqM491TwCfGT4W-1DA1ttCuUHwmyod5Ym4vX1471TWcuNifTGUU5pX0cxO7_Tz5mEsRpvjjliBRd4IagI_vYXjoRC6r2Oe6ry64/s1600-h/image-22.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd200Kc961hQK74HPt_KIgFFvNPzGc8pK_KkinMUXMxqM491TwCfGT4W-1DA1ttCuUHwmyod5Ym4vX1471TWcuNifTGUU5pX0cxO7_Tz5mEsRpvjjliBRd4IagI_vYXjoRC6r2Oe6ry64/s320/image-22.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRSyIAZI44QNumEVSa6pMb4OD8I-5ZuRDzfh9OMvpD29C2q3rKXKI58TBGDznTxg-zsJZYCzEs5VRBjHVw4EkLJabya8Amz83juo7KOLy-SYlyhRElNmbGp3mlRGxwjlcMKh-6xaVVD2w/s1600-h/image-23.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRSyIAZI44QNumEVSa6pMb4OD8I-5ZuRDzfh9OMvpD29C2q3rKXKI58TBGDznTxg-zsJZYCzEs5VRBjHVw4EkLJabya8Amz83juo7KOLy-SYlyhRElNmbGp3mlRGxwjlcMKh-6xaVVD2w/s320/image-23.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-84942262406795554552008-12-13T16:52:00.001+11:002008-12-13T16:55:46.285+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 5<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XUGOSsjxCTMG6FG6yPMHtP9mpWCh3BmnRwhLW_caEI5qky6XCOOoBl9txGLUWeZjhF-D0SeiHEEtOv8ExJgbaPYERs1s4jgBuMpVyTd6c9oBhK37d6SO3SKM9_avNZkf-ymwJoHZVLA/s1600-h/image-16.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1XUGOSsjxCTMG6FG6yPMHtP9mpWCh3BmnRwhLW_caEI5qky6XCOOoBl9txGLUWeZjhF-D0SeiHEEtOv8ExJgbaPYERs1s4jgBuMpVyTd6c9oBhK37d6SO3SKM9_avNZkf-ymwJoHZVLA/s320/image-16.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlaodkvoNmRuqNmjDTWH5dA7h98242JT5vreV80F-qwsjnA8bgRNzFSbkeRMC2SHM1hKBDQGTTNWLlVloYbSbnmfDyjcqW2M1h6C24QUClN9UXgbDgY3SOxSFcppFDnax5h8VyJW9BJ4/s1600-h/image-17.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlaodkvoNmRuqNmjDTWH5dA7h98242JT5vreV80F-qwsjnA8bgRNzFSbkeRMC2SHM1hKBDQGTTNWLlVloYbSbnmfDyjcqW2M1h6C24QUClN9UXgbDgY3SOxSFcppFDnax5h8VyJW9BJ4/s320/image-17.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VhRDI6uNKdzo7dJM0mziZjpN9w_VrEBua8EKm1lwdhuDN5Z0CLVECfukrYf-P2rCwppQdnyq30KCQup61jdaIooAlI6HV9CiZCnpu02Q1jz-QTb0C03YE4FoU18IGSi_9Drho_z0QvE/s1600-h/image-18.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4VhRDI6uNKdzo7dJM0mziZjpN9w_VrEBua8EKm1lwdhuDN5Z0CLVECfukrYf-P2rCwppQdnyq30KCQup61jdaIooAlI6HV9CiZCnpu02Q1jz-QTb0C03YE4FoU18IGSi_9Drho_z0QvE/s320/image-18.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXZqVIlc7mxO5cPTtBHHF8dUjvK1HbrvCrIHrqAwfGMQHkQaW2BS5quXpRoNITkAFtZAqKzwprtbCBCeOPCrh-25oBE42lgtp829_3_vP4hMFfaiYbqqqCIHSmznNJMlRuej36LGFdE8/s1600-h/image-19.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcXZqVIlc7mxO5cPTtBHHF8dUjvK1HbrvCrIHrqAwfGMQHkQaW2BS5quXpRoNITkAFtZAqKzwprtbCBCeOPCrh-25oBE42lgtp829_3_vP4hMFfaiYbqqqCIHSmznNJMlRuej36LGFdE8/s320/image-19.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-27926372803159587822008-12-13T16:49:00.002+11:002008-12-13T16:51:53.651+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 4<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5F4KhrlTIwjWcSIhkOE-WJ-0KuxUfhUR5BYJYlpbrBG1roiUXSmuDFKmkgFlf-oNgPI-dpIB0tC7g45qRBqlwCVbooQQLeSY4AXIHSUkF9zYwu3sUa8pLDmaj7KGbLMVZZV3R0XfImI/s1600-h/image-12.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy5F4KhrlTIwjWcSIhkOE-WJ-0KuxUfhUR5BYJYlpbrBG1roiUXSmuDFKmkgFlf-oNgPI-dpIB0tC7g45qRBqlwCVbooQQLeSY4AXIHSUkF9zYwu3sUa8pLDmaj7KGbLMVZZV3R0XfImI/s320/image-12.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGjDGWb_wBMcenEtchJ4pNmGEbdIH_L5hmgdqU0FYekcHuu0HIX8GyO0N_-CEpfKzRfICxboMMMCPvUZGXuZlj42ZnLAFsTDZLTlnbmrm7ZC9fOGvOaboFmvoSkoRpjKxT8LzT66iQSY/s1600-h/image-13.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGjDGWb_wBMcenEtchJ4pNmGEbdIH_L5hmgdqU0FYekcHuu0HIX8GyO0N_-CEpfKzRfICxboMMMCPvUZGXuZlj42ZnLAFsTDZLTlnbmrm7ZC9fOGvOaboFmvoSkoRpjKxT8LzT66iQSY/s320/image-13.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEuhrK78yIv3Q12u_NnDPzA16ob5_bKhR4nO-pYvDCZ2pFmRY33Nf4CK1R_zXrFp4QCaAKcmYtMCdkuulMGlilfsenBNqL3__VRxeNIWbnWQca3aPtWi5x-hW3nU08iYPCFEzBHfZVc0/s1600-h/image-14.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtEuhrK78yIv3Q12u_NnDPzA16ob5_bKhR4nO-pYvDCZ2pFmRY33Nf4CK1R_zXrFp4QCaAKcmYtMCdkuulMGlilfsenBNqL3__VRxeNIWbnWQca3aPtWi5x-hW3nU08iYPCFEzBHfZVc0/s320/image-14.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDVQd-B9TLfyJP4XZuUZYeJDP15mY0gYCA3-kiwK7uLiELX7kIgjgvhXM6-xdwn5UTqqyxn1t_ASf_P_0VR4jOx2ut0KzLm_YBH0oKVAq4ctP_MrNOBEotcPhzeab5gZc_2S9zgg4kaY/s1600-h/image-15.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJDVQd-B9TLfyJP4XZuUZYeJDP15mY0gYCA3-kiwK7uLiELX7kIgjgvhXM6-xdwn5UTqqyxn1t_ASf_P_0VR4jOx2ut0KzLm_YBH0oKVAq4ctP_MrNOBEotcPhzeab5gZc_2S9zgg4kaY/s320/image-15.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-80103597262133461642008-12-13T16:45:00.001+11:002008-12-13T16:48:14.575+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 3<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWW-r1xob-jftA0pijBZhBaUa9Mtt8K6A90wTHPxlBUn5r3MesAonpnR_0yenuTDHTIjjFh2Ioef1vqL7pwJZsV2EgrSXpCsdFv8XT7xdGL9Xy6b8C5WEfZhPx2W7suVra3raBWHsOrw/s1600-h/image-8.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgWW-r1xob-jftA0pijBZhBaUa9Mtt8K6A90wTHPxlBUn5r3MesAonpnR_0yenuTDHTIjjFh2Ioef1vqL7pwJZsV2EgrSXpCsdFv8XT7xdGL9Xy6b8C5WEfZhPx2W7suVra3raBWHsOrw/s320/image-8.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcz06swMkEp5a1Mzu7Pqc_eozSF4xCzQtUoGtwVGjijuXJz88ewGkq8YY9klW3bc99kNJCE5raPNYoUbS43xduyQyx2Ogf1SoEWOIWB041_lXFM6A2IAP_c2JCwuGsosLkUVX26FOAyU/s1600-h/image-9.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcz06swMkEp5a1Mzu7Pqc_eozSF4xCzQtUoGtwVGjijuXJz88ewGkq8YY9klW3bc99kNJCE5raPNYoUbS43xduyQyx2Ogf1SoEWOIWB041_lXFM6A2IAP_c2JCwuGsosLkUVX26FOAyU/s320/image-9.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5td14tKMw8bHzbAnKbHZJtWY5SnHpmqea8iTibcCUD7tRzRBl8Vs6S6tYf5crI7Q7JosJ6dRqq2GkjmnsEU1HeBDPYIvx5OqAd0gtl849FNHO42h4Ai88WLzfZRNg8LXXgjCfiPiK-I/s1600-h/image-10.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH5td14tKMw8bHzbAnKbHZJtWY5SnHpmqea8iTibcCUD7tRzRBl8Vs6S6tYf5crI7Q7JosJ6dRqq2GkjmnsEU1HeBDPYIvx5OqAd0gtl849FNHO42h4Ai88WLzfZRNg8LXXgjCfiPiK-I/s320/image-10.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pb6E9qqr1i1GVab_D68cOwWiZ2j28AiwIDcc3AEMu9ogU48Ka3WCxvd-A87N5OiyzjOy60SOzftuaN3rZ6-YcpconBdWNaoHs1krjIBDcSRboGdSyfhbnnk5y_AmEoM7pzhOrfdmu1I/s1600-h/image-11.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pb6E9qqr1i1GVab_D68cOwWiZ2j28AiwIDcc3AEMu9ogU48Ka3WCxvd-A87N5OiyzjOy60SOzftuaN3rZ6-YcpconBdWNaoHs1krjIBDcSRboGdSyfhbnnk5y_AmEoM7pzhOrfdmu1I/s320/image-11.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-38555223451999441442008-12-13T16:43:00.001+11:002008-12-13T16:47:21.748+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 2<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c1bWFodGG6CIloZ7NOJss8yT4dROV0bV4y7N_Ya_6oZDDhxW7Sx6rwu4bSZnpauKhPYzRBCfnsi6c9HN3Op8C720f0_XbVYPhU8ZVDYLMAkt8Swghzp8Qh6BzndF2B_ek9K_DuhHCTI/s1600-h/image-4.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1c1bWFodGG6CIloZ7NOJss8yT4dROV0bV4y7N_Ya_6oZDDhxW7Sx6rwu4bSZnpauKhPYzRBCfnsi6c9HN3Op8C720f0_XbVYPhU8ZVDYLMAkt8Swghzp8Qh6BzndF2B_ek9K_DuhHCTI/s320/image-4.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhul0ZTUW2Pu7CXpA0HyR6I1eme_B0Q7QjGCAlz6JH4sk-cjpvhs4TcFVsrsDBPa9bR-qJt7M3OVtIefs2x5M5hoiHMhN9_HGMwRT-OQ8YLrlaVw1UBwqKkHf51sUUmPN5tKvoymp2rVew/s1600-h/image-5.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhul0ZTUW2Pu7CXpA0HyR6I1eme_B0Q7QjGCAlz6JH4sk-cjpvhs4TcFVsrsDBPa9bR-qJt7M3OVtIefs2x5M5hoiHMhN9_HGMwRT-OQ8YLrlaVw1UBwqKkHf51sUUmPN5tKvoymp2rVew/s320/image-5.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqBYe0p8SBv3kNzx8Fmb1mvYE9PKpuxJU1G7CWyN5R8MdPKyuUf2rMzpx787-y3HX2UnnOSxx3Rt59ip3EyeZ7J70MHFR2jWIGHKIxaeOQkAV7XFVWduOvA1LVCN2YiO50hjOOmwDw9k/s1600-h/image-6.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqBYe0p8SBv3kNzx8Fmb1mvYE9PKpuxJU1G7CWyN5R8MdPKyuUf2rMzpx787-y3HX2UnnOSxx3Rt59ip3EyeZ7J70MHFR2jWIGHKIxaeOQkAV7XFVWduOvA1LVCN2YiO50hjOOmwDw9k/s320/image-6.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_wGvr3hxs2YvwULKQl2db1iLzZBlUbiHU4lB0-xhxSbxIKgxVWsXNbgsw7eL-HFXkv5SkdqIi68IocNzOELY0DR7DzgovaGwNxCKqwqrSYs-LXIZaEx7R2RDlsFFOMDL04b2gbdcAWM/s1600-h/image-7.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4_wGvr3hxs2YvwULKQl2db1iLzZBlUbiHU4lB0-xhxSbxIKgxVWsXNbgsw7eL-HFXkv5SkdqIi68IocNzOELY0DR7DzgovaGwNxCKqwqrSYs-LXIZaEx7R2RDlsFFOMDL04b2gbdcAWM/s320/image-7.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-61531155167361960842008-12-13T16:37:00.002+11:002008-12-13T16:41:33.519+11:00Rev. Alcorn's Autograph Book - Hay Camp 1941 - Part 1Click to enlarge<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-Ep-LgEXYS5-F2uzw8GlRO4pjiQkn-WOd-GDKu8YNTn5_dLKQScBOsbViwgYI_VchY1ZPZubrFt62YoIFcS-HPz78l7WGE_2GwYbykgGh5ZaqNlg5ANxLwGBzQ_oBZYW74T9GCbVQZI/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-Ep-LgEXYS5-F2uzw8GlRO4pjiQkn-WOd-GDKu8YNTn5_dLKQScBOsbViwgYI_VchY1ZPZubrFt62YoIFcS-HPz78l7WGE_2GwYbykgGh5ZaqNlg5ANxLwGBzQ_oBZYW74T9GCbVQZI/s160/image.jpg" border="0" /></a> image<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCt7URpNCc5HCO3epyfX8Qe1Yihc2zNUm7Z9_R36dI9L9hvDA9VT1S-mxPiQA3OphupaWfGl0nERbKRrXlGq005yN6lAl-hfzrSvcIvTNr6TnSprFGZCcTCH8mjWcQ588qHRCBz5CebDY/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCt7URpNCc5HCO3epyfX8Qe1Yihc2zNUm7Z9_R36dI9L9hvDA9VT1S-mxPiQA3OphupaWfGl0nERbKRrXlGq005yN6lAl-hfzrSvcIvTNr6TnSprFGZCcTCH8mjWcQ588qHRCBz5CebDY/s160/image-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgILtBA_Tb8o2-GcuoUzIF_7qsQQVZmm-6FuLmy3H77TseKMCjNzmxHCqXjGczLeeuIc7BPZuwKGGCDDlZlkuu_7YVNThwfwGks1b9Lv-286DCn95JWi2jekh6rNGinsG-ObSPlXZSxalo/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; 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PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-34604909179838118742008-12-13T16:25:00.003+11:002008-12-13T16:28:37.057+11:00Hay Internment Camp - Camp 8 Christian Internees 1941- Images of Original Documents<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSPVkCQ8OgFxf4b26KnZ0oIwlSroRLaJveWevYuRY0a40KCXp5wN549uk5moG83ZR2ZAu__e_QQMog7nm1792_nLgdIXjcDXRPj8fSSltrv14glz0oxm8n0cCshns1-a_HNGuOSHxquo/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSPVkCQ8OgFxf4b26KnZ0oIwlSroRLaJveWevYuRY0a40KCXp5wN549uk5moG83ZR2ZAu__e_QQMog7nm1792_nLgdIXjcDXRPj8fSSltrv14glz0oxm8n0cCshns1-a_HNGuOSHxquo/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-32339656299686745412008-12-13T14:53:00.004+11:002008-12-13T16:06:47.289+11:00Hay Internment Camp - Camp 8 Christian Internees 1941 - Alphabetical Transcript from original documentAberbach, Theodor - Old Catholic - hut 19<br />Ahrend, Gerhard - Church of En. - hut 30<br />Alexander, Heinz - Protestant - hut 3<br />Altschul, Franz - Christ. Commun. - hut 15<br />Baelz, Robert - Christian, no denomination - hut 16<br />Behrens, Bernhard - Christian, no denomination - hut 16<br />Bergfeld, Hans - Lutheran - hut 4<br />Boehm, Ralph - C of E - hut 8<br />Bruehl, Hans - Protestant - hut 18<br />Cahn, Franz - Unitarian - hut 25<br />Callomon, Walter - Protestant - hut 2<br />Cossmann, Gerhard - C of E - hut35<br />Czarnikow, Horst - Protestant - hut 1<br />Dannenberg, Alfred - Protestant - hut 21<br />Defieber, Oskar - Calvinist - hut 21<br />Doring, Paul - Protestant - hut 32<br />Dschenffzig, Peter - Methodist - hut 11<br />Eckes, Frank - Protestant - hut 21<br />Eirich, Friedrich - Protestant - hut 23<br />Eisenberg, Adolf - Protestant - hut 31<br />Eisig, Konrad T - Protestant - hut 2<br />Erdoes, Erich - C of E - hut 14<br />Feder, Hans Werner - Presbiterian - hut 22<br />Fischer, E - Old Catholic - hut 18<br />Fischl, Eugen - Protestant - hut 13<br />Friedenheim, Curt - Protestant - hut 1<br />Fruend, Heinrich - Lutheran - hut 32<br />Fuchs - hut 8<br />Goldmann, Bernhard - Baptist - hut 18<br />Graupner, Felix - Protestant - hut 32<br />Gurland, Hans Heinrich - Lutheran - hut 4<br />Hamburger, Ulrich W - Lutheran - hut 31<br />Heidorn, Wilhelm - Protestant - hut 21<br />Hemer, Nicolaus - Protestant - hut 27<br />Hirschfeld, Ludwig - Protestant - hut 13<br />Huppert, Peter - C of E - hut 27<br />Jacobson, Dr Erwin - Protestant - hut 23<br />Kerner, Erich - C of E - hut 21<br />Kessler, Alfred - Protestant - hut 17<br />Koblitz, Fritz - Protestant - hut 1<br />Koch, Walter - Protestant - hut 2<br />Krantz, Bruno - Protestant - hut 21<br />Krause, Ernst Adolf - Protestant - hut 2<br />Landauer, Alfred - Presbiterian - hut 21<br />Lehmann, Peter Dietrich - Protestant - hut 25<br />Lewinsky, Max - Protestant - hut 23<br />Lindau, Hans - Protestant - hut 16<br />Lindheimer, Paul Peter - C of E - hut 36 - (possible AKA Land or Landheimer)<br />Marcus, Hans Wilhelm - C of E - hut 2<br />Markus, Dr Max - Presbiterian - hospital<br />Marx, Karl - C of E - hut 10<br />Marx, Otto - Presbiterian - hut 35<br />Mayer, Kurt - Protestant - hut 1<br />Muehlich, Georg - C of E - hut 17<br />Muenz, Kurt - C of E - hut 29<br />Mugdan, Robert - Protestant - hut 35<br />Nadel, Georg - C of E - hut13<br />Nell, Gerhard - Lutheran - hut 31<br />Nissels, Walter - Protestant - hut 22<br />Oliver, L. R. - C of E - hut 10<br />Oppenheim, Hans Otto - Society of Friends - hut 19<br />Rathgeber, Ernst - Christ. Commun. - hut 12<br />Rechnitz, Wilhelm - C of E - hut 15<br />Reiners, Wilfrid - Protestant - hut 12<br />Reisner, Alexander - Christ. Science - hut 30<br />Riefenstahl, - Presbiterian - hut 23<br />Rieser, Ralf - C of E - hut 10<br />Rittermann, Michael - Methodist - hut 19<br />Rosinsky, Charles - Protestant - hut 11<br />Schlosser, Hans - Lutheran - hut 35<br />Schreuer, Rudolf - Lutheran - hut 36<br />Schreuer, Walter - Lutheran - hut 36<br />Suessmann, Alfred - Protestant - hut 21<br />Tisch, Wilhelm - Protestant - hut 21<br />Ullmann, Richard - Protestant - hut 2<br />Waldsax, Dr Reinhard - Presbiterian - hospital<br />Weinwurm, Max - Old Catholic - hut 20<br />Wohlfeld, Dr Heinrich - Protestant - hut 23Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-10076101034015875152008-12-13T14:51:00.000+11:002008-12-13T14:52:03.774+11:00Hay Camp 7 Internees - Image of Original Documents<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNbb4U9n8w-6IlfCgxcXMnTYy3Gd4gckPUPEZ03zk8P9VXGDlBc_H1EAjdfWe4OVM7u5tLxzTeW2adsJ5tM__KvyHZpNesGYJdCfuvLKauu6oYDKmAIKDua5L-ZzLIkUtZXtKUaSRmns/s1600-h/image.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRNbb4U9n8w-6IlfCgxcXMnTYy3Gd4gckPUPEZ03zk8P9VXGDlBc_H1EAjdfWe4OVM7u5tLxzTeW2adsJ5tM__KvyHZpNesGYJdCfuvLKauu6oYDKmAIKDua5L-ZzLIkUtZXtKUaSRmns/s320/image.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEZZc3xGMA8emE8Tsc0sMZsqlBp_Uo1zw3G5Cb7Iy-5DC9jnpJN3xHTv_i8asxwFNA46VCVaPjdTJHUMx4yVSKCCGC1fgN9RsrSHVLxVKjGQsdpQu1Wrg7-SlbKmbu6-a5fGW3MSl5gbU/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEZZc3xGMA8emE8Tsc0sMZsqlBp_Uo1zw3G5Cb7Iy-5DC9jnpJN3xHTv_i8asxwFNA46VCVaPjdTJHUMx4yVSKCCGC1fgN9RsrSHVLxVKjGQsdpQu1Wrg7-SlbKmbu6-a5fGW3MSl5gbU/s320/image-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2WZnhknhC8Rc0qq_5tnFdbAfrkGYu9CTgTdSbk-6ehhd1XSC6kJP9QIgAsunAV2bzgI7Bgv53qUf1RXU73zXvNDoTbj1WecPmA6K5LU23izyD5q2h80WRAWl9FEo2LaIC5bwB89hTGI/s1600-h/image-2.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf2WZnhknhC8Rc0qq_5tnFdbAfrkGYu9CTgTdSbk-6ehhd1XSC6kJP9QIgAsunAV2bzgI7Bgv53qUf1RXU73zXvNDoTbj1WecPmA6K5LU23izyD5q2h80WRAWl9FEo2LaIC5bwB89hTGI/s320/image-2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-85872723206133349592008-12-13T11:07:00.007+11:002008-12-13T16:09:17.594+11:00Hay Camp 7, February 8 1941. List of Christian Internees - Alphabetical Transcript from original document<ol><li>Altmann, Guenter -Farmer -hut 24 </li><li>Altmann, Paul - Electrical Engineer B.Sc. - hut 36 </li><li>Arnstein, Hans - Engineer - hut 36 </li><li>Baerwald, Werner - Musician - hut36 </li><li>Bamberger, Wilhelm - Coach Body builder - hut 2 </li><li>Beer, Franz - Mechanical Engineer - hut 36 </li><li>Behrendt, Dr. Felix - Mathametician Actuary - hut 36 - Released</li><li>Berg, Robert - Student of Philology - hut 36 </li><li>Berg, Fritz - Engineer - hut 36 </li><li>Berlin, Paul - Farmer - hut 16 </li><li>Bernstein, Heinrich - Journalist - hut 2 </li><li>Borinski, Dr. Fritz - Lecturer of Political & Social Science - hut 31 </li><li>Boschwitz, Ullrich - Author - hut 36 </li><li>Brandeis, Juergen - Student - hut 32 </li><li>Bukowitz, Stefan - Fur & Skin Merchant - hut 24 </li><li>Carlebach, Peter - Methodist - hut 29 </li><li>Clusmann, G H - Sculptor - hut 25 </li><li>Erlanger, Franz - Clerk - hut 27 </li><li>Ewald, Arnold - Student of Natural Science - hut 22 </li><li>Federer, Heinz - Plumber's Apprentice - hut 33 </li><li>Federn, Ilmari - Philologist - hut 36 </li><li>Friedheim, Heinrich - Commercial Student - hut 27 </li><li>Furth, Richard - Woollen Manufacturer - hut 35 </li><li>Gernsheim, Helmut - Photographer FRPS - hut 23 </li><li>Goldschmidt, Dr. Hans E - Publisher - hut 35 </li><li>Grieshaber, Julius - Asphalter - hut 16 </li><li>Grieshaber, Adolf - Paint Sprayer - hut 16 </li><li>Guttmann, Carl - Engineering Draughtsman - hut 33 </li><li>Hager, Gustav - Electrical Engineering - hut 35 </li><li>Hamburger, Gerhard - Radio Engineer - hut 36 </li><li>Heckroth, Hein - Painter - hut 25 </li><li>Heilner, Wolfgang - Electrical Engineer - hut 21 </li><li>Herz , Alec - Student of History & Slavonic- hut 29 - Released ?</li><li>Hoffmann, Herbert - Book Seller - hut 2 </li><li>Horn, Peter - Engineer's Trainee - hut 8 - Released</li><li>Jaskulewicz, Gerhard Medical Student - hut 28 </li><li>Karbasch, Rudolf Henry - Toolmaker's Apprentice - hut 28 </li><li>Katz, Werner - Composer & Musician - hut 18 </li><li>Koenigsberger, Peter - Solicitor's Articled Clerk - hut 20 </li><li>Koenigsberger-Maassen, Rolf - Commercial Artist - hut 21 </li><li>Koestenmann, Robert - Farm Student - hut 17 - Released</li><li>Kollar, Rolff - Student of Medicine/Farmer (cowman) - hut 12 </li><li>Kuehlenthal, Heinz - Clerk - hut 24 </li><li>Ladewig, Dr. Paul E - Export correspondent - hut 35 </li><li>Lanczi, Edward - Student of Natural Science - hut 15 </li><li>Lehner, Peter - Petroleum Geologist/B.Sc. A.R.S.M. - hut 26 </li><li>Lipmann, Erich - Export Merchant - hut 35 </li><li>Lipmann, Bruno - Export Merchant - hut 35 </li><li>Loewenstein, Fritz - Student of Mechanical Engineering - hut 22 </li><li>Margulies, Heinz - Pharmaceutic Process Worker - hut 28 </li><li>Mayer, Otto Hans - Clerk - hut 24 </li><li>Mayer, Edfrred - Actor & Writer - hut 26 </li><li>Meyer, Hans Joachim - Optical Machanician/Farm Student - hut 25 </li><li>Meyer, Friedrich - Student of Economics - hut 35 - Released</li><li>Mysa, Ludwig Carl - Secretary - hut 24 </li><li>Nauen, Hans - Merchant - hut 19 </li><li>Neufeld, Rudolf - Artist - hut 24 </li><li>Ostberg, Kurt - Student of Modern Languages - hut 23 </li><li>Preminger, Franz - Student of Mechanical Engineering - hut 27 </li><li>Reich, Hans - Tool Maker - hut 27 </li><li>Ries, Eduard - hut 17 </li><li>Rink, Arnold - Student - hut 33 </li><li>Robinow, Herman - Bank Clerk - hut 32 </li><li>Rothfels, Dr Kurt - Judge - hut 24 </li><li>Rubens, Dr. Heinz - Agriculturist - hut 28 </li><li>Ruh, Anton - Stone Printer & Welder - hut 2 </li><li>Ruppin, Gerhard - Machine Fitter - hut 29 </li><li>Schaedlich, Kurt - Teacher of Modern Languages - hut 20 </li><li>Schick, Ernst - Plumber & Electrician - hut 33 </li><li>Schmidt, Gerhard - Student of Chemistry - hut 36 - Released</li><li>Schneider, Ulrich - Laboritory Assistant - hut 32 </li><li>Schoenlicht, Max Martin - Agent (Motor Cars) - hut 29 </li><li>Schwabach, Dorian Erik - Bank Clerk - hut 29 </li><li>Schwabe, Wolfgang - Bank Clerk - hut 20 </li><li>Skaller, Friedrich - Instructor of Agriculture - hut 28 </li><li>Someruga, Lorenz - Chemist / Presbyterian - hut 33 - (orig. typed as "v. Someruga")</li><li>Sommerfeld, Kurt (?) - Farm Worker - hut 28 </li><li>Stadlen, Peter - Pianist - hut 36 - Released</li><li>Stadlen, Erich - Social Worker - hut 36 - Released</li><li>Stuebs, Alwin - Author - hut 25 </li><li>Teltscher, George - Free Lance Artist - hut 26 </li><li>Weber, Jan - Solictor's Articled Clerk LL.B - hut 26 </li><li>Weiss, Erich - Intrument Maker - hut 36 </li><li>Weisz, Peter - Shipping Clerk - hut 24 </li><li>Wundsch, Harro - Surveyor's Assistant - hut 28 </li><li>Wurmser, Alfred - Electrical Engineering/Artist/Draughtsman - hut 34 </li><li>Zeitz, Wolfgang - Chemical Assistant - hut 32 </li><li>Zinn, Siegfried - Electrical Engineer - hut 24 </li></ol>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-83780581207254255912008-12-07T15:34:00.003+11:002008-12-10T19:33:13.036+11:00A Little Bit of AlcornGo to this link. Its a bit wobbly on youtube, but you'll get the idea.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRUoKKYToZ4">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zRUoKKYToZ4</a>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-4617757325504655262008-11-30T09:52:00.000+11:002008-11-30T11:01:34.092+11:00The Harrow Rd House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcdRF_O855KcLQlBrt4pGC3nFwigyNcyJPKxNlAHUM8mDuhpcJEmIbs7o70Z80nYqlIz3Q2TJj7eZJ95zOUqy-NIEf57i-Fm05uj5n2vH8E66emrGQt0UlAyO4G3hQEJNa8IpA8mDPlY/s1600-h/31+Harrow+Rd+bexley.jpg"><img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 346px; HEIGHT: 208px" height="275" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhcdRF_O855KcLQlBrt4pGC3nFwigyNcyJPKxNlAHUM8mDuhpcJEmIbs7o70Z80nYqlIz3Q2TJj7eZJ95zOUqy-NIEf57i-Fm05uj5n2vH8E66emrGQt0UlAyO4G3hQEJNa8IpA8mDPlY/s320/31+Harrow+Rd+bexley.jpg" width="467" border="0" /></a> <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 23px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 20px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" height="19" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" width="317" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left">A 2008 photograph -courtesy Google Earth - of the Alcorn residence "Arundel" Harrow Road Bexley NSW</div>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-26261401342751814022008-11-30T09:00:00.000+11:002008-11-30T10:54:52.161+11:00A Walk Through The Rain<em><span style="font-size:78%;">Alcorn brothers, Sidney & Franklin(white hat)</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-size:78%;">early 1950's</span></em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL7CqrMIlXd4jAeMrI-Q4G9l5vc-er6CPffXAZb8MxG7pvqyFkDbbUL69uBhoB9KyyvCi5g15sKuPsFA3mNiQs-p7Vaz581Fk9y065jvtRfHhE4z_LxDGaoCYf8lGHgFQh_QNeH83vxk/s1600-h/Sidney+%26+Franklin+Alcorn.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274206148754268370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYL7CqrMIlXd4jAeMrI-Q4G9l5vc-er6CPffXAZb8MxG7pvqyFkDbbUL69uBhoB9KyyvCi5g15sKuPsFA3mNiQs-p7Vaz581Fk9y065jvtRfHhE4z_LxDGaoCYf8lGHgFQh_QNeH83vxk/s320/Sidney+%26+Franklin+Alcorn.jpg" border="0" /></a> Franklin's daughter, Joyce, continues her story:<br /><br />"Dadda had quite a lot of work to do for the Council of Churches, which position he held for nine years. As secretary of the Council he was the first protestant clergyman to dialogue with a Catholic Archbishop. This was a most newsworthy happening. The wheels of change grind slowly, we know, after someone starts moving the cogs. Just sixty years, almost to the day, after that meeting, the Roman Catholics joined the World Council of Churches. <br /><br />Also as secretary of the Council, Dadda was on the board of Rradio station 2CH which closed each night with a Christian epilogue. Many of the clergy filled that roll as did Dadda, who also had to fill in unexpectedly. Once again he came home on a midnight train with no bus running to take him that extra mile.<br /><br />Though I tend to think of Dadda now as being perfect, he really wasn't quite so. He did tend to enjoy teasing people with his tall tales and he was an absolute terror for leaving anything he was carrying - umbrellas, books, parcels and brief cases - in trains and buses. On arriving home there would be much scurrying to the telephone to try to stop the articles before they had been taken to Lost Property. The railway and bus conductors, being well settled in their jobs for years, did their best to hold Dadda's lost property at Rockdale. He'd tell the tale against himself that once he left Frankie, as a baby, on a shop counter. A tall tale?<br /><br />He did get into serious trouble the day he arrived home minus his overcoat. He'd given it to a poor chap who was very cold. That type of action seemed to poor Mumma to be carrying Christianity a little to far. She worked very hard keeping us all impecably dressed. She sewed, she repaired, she dry cleaned, she turned collars and cuffs and old clothes into new. Parson's stipends were very low and if enough coins didn't get into the collection plates on any given Sunday, so bet it, my parents just had to make do.<br /><br />The Hurstville Church of Christ was Dadda's next call after nine years at Rockdale. We didn't have to move house, he simply caught the same bus to Church, but travelled in the opposite direction. Very convenient, except that the travelling time was twice as long, if not longer. Both Frankie and I were married in the Hurstville Church.<br /><br />Dadda joined the army in 1941 as a Chaplain. He performed Frankie's marriage whilst in uniform. However, although he had retired from the army before I was married and was without a parish at that time, he was granted permission to conduct my marriage at the Hurstville church.<br /><br />The army years were a big step up for my parents financially. They were able to save some money so eventually bought the house in Harrow Rd, Bexley, which had been their home for many years and in which many couples had been quietly married.<br /><br />Dadda's first assignment was to the Internment Camp at Hay, NSW (<em>see links below - LF</em>). We know he gave much comfort and love to the men there as we have a collection of poems, stories and paintings of gratitude (<em>see future posts - LF</em>). He continued to correspond with the friends he had made at the camp after they had returned to Britain or Europe. He learnt much from those men as he heard their stories of imprisonment and loss.<br /><br />When Dadda came out of the Army there seemed to be no Church of Christ available to him, certainly none was offerred. My parents never discussed the reason for this with me, but I know there was disappointment. <br /><br />In need of work, Dadda took a public relations job with "Hammondville", a Christian village being built for the needy and elderly. When his role there was finished he became a social worker and lay preacher for a Presbyterian church in the inner city of Sydney.<br /><br />My father and mother both put their hearts into working for the less fortunate, who always had a special appeal for them. The work could often be very frustrating though. They would fit folk out in decent clothing so they could apply for a job, or attend a funeral and so on, only to hear a week later that father, brother or uncle had sold the clothes to buy beer, even at times prawns to accompany the beer.<br /><br />Feeling the need to have his own flock again and still no parish being offered by the Church of Christ, Dadda went through the necessary procedures to become a minister with the Congregational Church.<br /><br />Dadda believed that, as a Christian minister, he should live as Christ, putting others first, doing without himself to give to those in need, no matter what race or religion they belonged to. I felt, though he never expressed his feelings to me, that he wasn't his happiest away from the Church of Christ with its emphasis on evangelism and full immersion baptism. He must have gained peace in his disappointment, though, as when he died in 1958, the nurse who attended him told us she had never seen anyone die so at peace with God and man.<br /><br />There were many dramas throughout Dadda's ministry, some our own but mostly those of other folk. We had very happy times together as a family, Christmas and birthdays always very special without a lot of money being spent. Holidays up the Woronora River in a shack belonging to one of the parishoners was always very relaxing. None of us minded the earth floor, the hessian which separated the rooms or the two mile row for provisions. Rowing lessons for Frankie and I never forgotten! There Dadda taught us to swim overarm, as it was called, and Mumma showed us her favourite style, breast stroke, strokes that no doubt saved their lives during a sailing disaster in Bunbury WA, during a conference outing. Visitors from the Anne St Church, along with those from the Alcorn family - Sid, Elsie, Norma and cousins Percy and Len - are well remebered as very happy events, a joy to all.<br /><br />Some people walk through the rain. Others just get wet. Franklin and Lily Alcorn walked.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Suggested links for further reading</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.naa.gov.au/whats-on/online/feature-exhibits/internment-camps/WWII/hay.aspx"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.naa.gov.au/whats-on/online/feature-exhibits/internment-camps/WWII/hay.aspx</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.naa.gov.au/whats-on/online/feature-exhibits/internment-camps/index.aspx"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.naa.gov.au/whats-on/online/feature-exhibits/internment-camps/index.aspx</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.migrationheritage.nsw.gov.au/exhibition/objectsthroughtime/dunera/"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.migrationheritage.nsw.gov.au/exhibition/objectsthroughtime/dunera/</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://www.ujc.org/page.aspx?id=47322"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.ujc.org/page.aspx?id=47322</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunera"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunera</span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_%22Gypsy%22_Smith"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rodney_%22Gypsy%22_Smith</span></a><br /><a href="http://www.adb.online.anu.edu.au/biogs/A130704b.htm"><span style="font-size:85%;">http://www.adb.online.anu.edu.au/biogs/A130704b.htm</span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3586435906209699259.post-83100821723433081962008-11-29T12:00:00.000+11:002008-11-29T14:19:44.113+11:00An Introduction<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mVWLOsv5zg3McURQyO0Q0J__rDTb1nZnd0AZnkOMjg2EGfbTZFdtV7SMfS5cNSq6BIHElI8Z4NofKCuJaErYjOL_3Qs6kUBjlSYTbur6waVbHsI8aA0G2sLqGOQAa_XY3nlR7eVZJB4/s1600-h/image-3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273886380147291026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mVWLOsv5zg3McURQyO0Q0J__rDTb1nZnd0AZnkOMjg2EGfbTZFdtV7SMfS5cNSq6BIHElI8Z4NofKCuJaErYjOL_3Qs6kUBjlSYTbur6waVbHsI8aA0G2sLqGOQAa_XY3nlR7eVZJB4/s320/image-3.jpg" border="0" /></a>Franklin Edwin Alcorn was born at Boonah, Qld, on July 8 1891. A man whose only vice was tobacco, he died of cancer at Rockdale, NSW, on December 8 1958.<br /><br />What follows is an outline of his life written some time ago by his daughter, Joyce Favelle.<br /><br /><br /><br />"Franklin Edwin was the 7th child of William and Elizabeth Alcorn. After reading Ivan Alcorn's biography, I now know for sure that the 'telling of tall tales' really was and still is an inherited gene. So I'm pondering on the stories of Franklin's childhood and youth as told to me by my mother, Lily.<br /><br />Were they tall tales? Was he pulling Lily's leg or were they fact?<br /><br /><br />For instance, were all the children of William and Elizabeth thrown into the dam on their farm at 4 years of age and told to swim out? Not one of the 12 children drowned in that dam in Boonah, so perhaps it was a fact.<br /><br /><br />Did Frank preach his first sermon as a lad standing on a box under a tree? Did he have to find his own way from Boonah to Melbourne Bible College as best he could, working on properties as he travelled for food, a bed, perhaps a lift to the next town or property?<br /><br /><br />Did he introduce himself to Lily on a St Kilda footpath by raising his hat and saying 'Good afternoon'? A rather forward approach for those days. If so, Lily must have cheerfully answered, being also rather forward.<br /><br /><br />I'll now refer to Franklin Edwin as Dadda, which will come more naturally.<br /><br />When Dadda graduated from the college (<em>the above photograph was taken at about that time, 1915. LF</em>) he was given the Church of Christ parish in Brookton, WA. The church had been built for the Baptist churches in 1909. It is now , as I write, a place of worship for the Calvary Presbyterian Church. Still standing, it was a well built brick building with a baptistry. The manse in which my parents lived was a small wattle and daub house, next door to the church.<br /><br />Being established with an income, Dadda sent for Lily who travelled across to Perth by ship, taking much luggage with her, including her piano. Frank and Lily were married in 1915 and settled down very happily in Brookton.<br /><br />While in WA, Francis (Frankie) was born in 1920 and Jordan, who only lived a few days, in 1922.<br /><br />The Anne St City Church in Brisbane, as far as I know, was Dadda's next appointment. Whilst there he was secretary to the Gypsy Smith Evangelical Campaign, which experience probably equipped him for his secretaryship to the Council of Churches in NSW.<br /><br />I was born in Brisbane in 1924, and in 1927 we travelled to Sydney by ship where Dadda was to take up the parish in Rockdale. I should say Dadda and Mumma, for the parson's wives were a very real part of the team in that era.<br /><br />FE, the name by which many people referred to Dadda, was a dedicated evangelist believing in full immersion baptism and also in the pastoral care of his congregation, his 'flock'. He travelled many miles by bus, train and shoe leather to pray with and tend to the needs of his people. He was not a yes man so had his critics; but he refused to neglect his flock under any circumstances. <br /><br />The phone rang constantly and many knocks on the door came late at night and in the early hours of the morning, most of those ordinary appeals, some quite extroardinary. There were many requests for a marriage on the spot. <br /><br />I well remember young Hilda knocking on the door at about 1am. 'Could the parson please go home with her and talk her father into letting her into the house.' She'd arrived home later than expected so her father had shut her out. Of course, the parson went home with her even though she lived about a mile from our home, in an area known as Bexley Gully.<br /><br />Another extroardinary request came from a parishoner who lived in Sutherland, eight railway stations away from our Rockdale. 'Could the parson please come right away?' The lady's son had been doing odd jobs with a circus and he'd arrived home in the early hours of the morning with an elephant, which was now in her backyard. Life was never dull, quite full of the unexpected."<br /><p> </p><p> </p>Lauriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07275418002836738547noreply@blogger.com0