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      #6284
      TracyTracy
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        To Australia

        Grettons

        Charles Herbert Gretton 1876-1954

        Charles Gretton, my great grandmothers youngest brother, arrived in Sydney Australia on 12 February 1912, having set sail on 5 January 1912 from London. His occupation on the passenger list was stockman, and he was traveling alone.  Later that year, in October, his wife and two sons sailed out to join him.

        Gretton 1912 passenger

         

        Charles was born in Swadlincote.  He married Mary Anne Illsley, a local girl from nearby Church Gresley, in 1898. Their first son, Leslie Charles Bloemfontein Gretton, was born in 1900 in Church Gresley, and their second son, George Herbert Gretton, was born in 1910 in Swadlincote.  In 1901 Charles was a colliery worker, and on the 1911 census, his occupation was a sanitary ware packer.

        Charles and Mary Anne had two more sons, both born in Footscray:  Frank Orgill Gretton in 1914, and Arthur Ernest Gretton in 1920.

        On the Australian 1914 electoral rolls, Charles and Mary Ann were living at 72 Moreland Street, Footscray, and in 1919 at 134 Cowper Street, Footscray, and Charles was a labourer.  In 1924, Charles was a sub foreman, living at 3, Ryan Street E, Footscray, Australia.  On a later electoral register, Charles was a foreman.  Footscray is a suburb of Melbourne, and developed into an industrial zone in the second half of the nineteenth century.

        Charles died in Victoria in 1954 at the age of 77. His wife Mary Ann died in 1958.

        Gretton obit 1954

         

        Charles and Mary Ann Gretton:

        Charles and Mary Ann Gretton

         

        Leslie Charles Bloemfontein Gretton 1900-1955

        Leslie was an electrician.   He married Ethel Christine Halliday, born in 1900 in Footscray, in 1927.  They had four children: Tom, Claire, Nancy and Frank. By 1943 they were living in Yallourn.  Yallourn, Victoria was a company town in Victoria, Australia built between the 1920s and 1950s to house employees of the State Electricity Commission of Victoria, who operated the nearby Yallourn Power Station complex. However, expansion of the adjacent open-cut brown coal mine led to the closure and removal of the town in the 1980s.

        On the 1954 electoral registers, daughter Claire Elizabeth Gretton, occupation teacher, was living at the same address as Leslie and Ethel.

        Leslie died in Yallourn in 1955, and Ethel nine years later in 1964, also in Yallourn.

         

        George Herbert Gretton 1910-1970

        George married Florence May Hall in 1934 in Victoria, Australia.  In 1942 George was listed on the electoral roll as a grocer, likewise in 1949. In 1963 his occupation was a process worker, and in 1968 in Flinders, a horticultural advisor.

        George died in Lang Lang, not far from Melbourne, in 1970.

         

        Frank Orgill Gretton 1914-

        Arthur Ernest Gretton 1920-

         

        Orgills

        John Orgill 1835-1911

        John Orgill was Charles Herbert Gretton’s uncle.  He emigrated to Australia in 1865, and married Elizabeth Mary Gladstone 1845-1926 in Victoria in 1870. Their first child was born in December that year, in Dandenong. They had seven children, and their three sons all have the middle name Gladstone.

        John Orgill was a councillor for the Shire of Dandenong in 1873, and between 1876 and 1879.

        John Orgill:

        John Orgill

         

        John Orgill obituary in the South Bourke and Mornington Journal, 21 December 1911:

        John Orgill obit

         

         

        John’s wife Elizabeth Orgill, a teacher and a “a public spirited lady” according to newspaper articles, opened a hydropathic hospital in Dandenong called Gladstone House.

        Elizabeth Gladstone Orgill:

        Elizabeth Gladstone Orgill

         

        On the Old Dandenong website:

        Gladstone House hydropathic hospital on the corner of Langhorne and Foster streets (153 Foster Street) Dandenong opened in 1896, working on the theory of water therapy, no medicine or operations. Her husband passed away in 1911 at 77, around similar time Dr Barclay Thompson obtained control of the practice. Mrs Orgill remaining on in some capacity.

        Elizabeth Mary Orgill (nee Gladstone) operated Gladstone House until at least 1911, along with another hydropathic hospital (Birthwood) on Cheltenham road. She was the daughter of William Gladstone (Nephew of William Ewart Gladstone, UK prime minister in 1874).

        Around 1912 Dr A. E. Taylor took over the location from Dr. Barclay Thompson. Mrs Orgill was still working here but no longer controlled the practice, having given it up to Barclay. Taylor served as medical officer for the Shire for before his death in 1939. After Taylor’s death Dr. T. C. Reeves bought his practice in 1939, later that year being appointed medical officer,

        Gladstone Road in Dandenong is named after her family, who owned and occupied a farming paddock in the area on former Police Paddock ground, the Police reserve having earlier been reduced back to Stud Road.

        Hydropathy (now known as Hydrotherapy) and also called water cure, is a part of medicine and alternative medicine, in particular of naturopathy, occupational therapy and physiotherapy, that involves the use of water for pain relief and treatment.

        Gladstone House, Dandenong:

        Gladstone House

         

         

        John’s brother Robert Orgill 1830-1915 also emigrated to Australia. I met (online) his great great grand daughter Lidya Orgill via the Old Dandenong facebook group.

        John’s other brother Thomas Orgill 1833-1908 also emigrated to the same part of Australia.

        Thomas Orgill:

        Thomas Orgill

         

        One of Thomas Orgills sons was George Albert Orgill 1880-1949:

        George Albert Orgill

         

        A letter was published in The South Bourke & Mornington Journal (Richmond, Victoria, Australia) on 17 Jun 1915, to Tom Orgill, Emerald Hill (South Melbourne) from hospital by his brother George Albert Orgill (4th Pioneers) describing landing of Covering Party prior to dawn invasion of Gallipoli:

        George Albert Orgill letter

         

        Another brother Henry Orgill 1837-1916 was born in Measham and died in Dandenong, Australia. Henry was a bricklayer living in Measham on the 1861 census. Also living with his widowed mother Elizabeth at that address was his sister Sarah and her husband Richard Gretton, the baker (my great great grandparents). In October of that year he sailed to Melbourne.  His occupation was bricklayer on his death records in 1916.

        Two of Henry’s sons, Arthur Garfield Orgill born 1888 and Ernest Alfred Orgill born 1880 were killed in action in 1917 and buried in Nord-Pas-de-Calais, France. Another son, Frederick Stanley Orgill, died in 1897 at the age of seven.

        A fifth brother, William Orgill 1842-   sailed from Liverpool to Melbourne in 1861, at 19 years of age. Four years later in 1865 he sailed from Victoria, Australia to New Zealand.

         

        I assumed I had found all of the Orgill brothers who went to Australia, and resumed research on the Orgills in Measham, in England. A search in the British Newspaper Archives for Orgills in Measham revealed yet another Orgill brother who had gone to Australia.

        Matthew Orgill 1828-1907 went to South Africa and to Australia, but returned to Measham.

        The Orgill brothers had two sisters. One was my great great great grandmother Sarah, and the other was Hannah.  Hannah married Francis Hart in Measham. One of her sons, John Orgill Hart 1862-1909, was born in Measham.  On the 1881 census he was a 19 year old carpenters apprentice.  Two years later in 1883 he was listed as a joiner on the passenger list of the ship Illawarra, bound for Australia.   His occupation at the time of his death in Dandenong in 1909 was contractor.

        An additional coincidental note about Dandenong: my step daughter Emily’s Australian partner is from Dandenong.

         

         

        Housleys

        Charles Housley 1823-1856

        Charles Housley emigrated to Australia in 1851, the same year that his brother George emigrated to USA.  Charles is mentioned in the Narrative on the Letters by Barbara Housley, and appears in the Housley Letters chapters.

         

        Rushbys

        George “Mike” Rushby 1933-

        Mike moved to Australia from South Africa. His story is a separate chapter.

        #6254
        TracyTracy
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          The Gladstone Connection

          My grandmother had said that we were distantly related to Gladstone the prime minister. Apparently Grandma’s mothers aunt had a neice that was related to him, or some combination of aunts and nieces on the Gretton side. I had not yet explored all the potential great grandmothers aunt’s nieces looking for this Gladstone connection, but I accidentally found a Gladstone on the tree on the Gretton side.

          I was wandering around randomly looking at the hints for other people that had my grandparents in their trees to see who they were and how they were connected, and noted a couple of photos of Orgills. Richard Gretton, grandma’s mother Florence Nightingale Gretton’s father,  married Sarah Orgill. Sarah’s brother John Orgill married Elizabeth Mary Gladstone. It was the photographs that caught my eye, but then I saw the Gladstone name, and that she was born in Liverpool. Her father was William Gladstone born 1809 in Liverpool, just like the prime minister. And his father was John Gladstone, just like the prime minister.

          But the William Gladstone in our family tree was a millwright, who emigrated to Australia with his wife and two children rather late in life at the age of 54, in 1863. He died three years later when he was thrown out of a cart in 1866. This was clearly not William Gladstone the prime minister.

          John Orgill emigrated to Australia in 1865, and married Elizabeth Mary Gladstone in Victoria in 1870. Their first child was born in December that year, in Dandenong. Their three sons all have the middle name Gladstone.

          John Orgill 1835-1911 (Florence Nightingale Gretton’s mothers brother)

          John Orgill

          Elizabeth Mary Gladstone 1845-1926

          Elizabeth Mary Gladstone

           

          I did not think that the link to Gladstone the prime minister was true, until I found an article in the Australian newspapers while researching the family of John Orgill for the Australia chapter.

          In the Letters to the Editor in The Argus, a Melbourne newspaper, dated 8 November 1921:

          Gladstone

           

          THE GLADSTONE FAMILY.
          TO THE EDITOR OF THE ARGUS.
          Sir,—I notice to-day a reference to the
          death of Mr. Robert Gladstone, late of
          Wooltonvale. Liverpool, who, together
          with estate in England valued at £143,079,
          is reported to have left to his children
          (five sons and seven daughters) estate
          valued at £4,300 in Victoria. It may be
          of interest to some of your readers to
          know that this Robert Gladstone was a
          son of the Gladstone family to which
          the Right Hon. W. E. Gladstone, the
          famous Prime Minister, belonged, some
          members of which are now resident in Aus-
          tralia. Robert Gladstone’s father (W. E.
          Gladstone’s cousin), Stuart Gladstone, of
          Liverpool, owned at one time the estates
          of Noorat and Glenormiston, in Victoria,
          to which he sent Neil Black as manager.
          Mr. Black, who afterwards acquired the
          property, called one of his sons “Stuart
          Gladstone” after his employer. A nephew
          of Stuart Gladstone (and cousin of
          Robert Gladstone, of Wooltonvale), Robert
          Cottingham, by name “Bobbie” came out
          to Australia to farm at Noorat, but was
          killed in a horse accident when only 21,
          and was the first to be buried in the new
          cemetery at Noorat. A brother, of “Bob-
          bie,” “Fred” by name, was well known
          in the early eighties as an overland
          drover, taking stock for C. B. Fisher to
          the far north. Later on he married and
          settled in Melbourne, but left during the
          depressing time following the bursting of
          the boom, to return to Queensland, where,
          in all probability, he still resides. A sister
          of “Bobbie” and “Fred” still lives in the
          neighbourhood of Melbourne. Their
          father, Montgomery Gladstone, who was in
          the diplomatic service, and travelled about
          a great deal, was a brother of Stuart Glad-
          stone, the owner of Noorat, and a full
          cousin of William Ewart Gladstone, his
          father, Robert, being a brother of W. E.
          Gladstone’s father, Sir John, of Liverpool.
          The wife of Robert Gladstone, of Woolton-
          vale, Ella Gladstone by name, was also
          his second cousin, being the daughter of
          Robertson Gladstone, of Courthaize, near
          Liverpool, W. E. Gladstone’s older
          brother.
          A cousin of Sir John Gladstone
          (W. E. G.’s father), also called John, was
          a foundry owner in Castledouglas, and the
          inventor of the first suspension bridge, a
          model of which was made use of in the
          erection of the Menai Bridge connecting
          Anglesea with the mainland, and was after-
          wards presented to the Liverpool Stock
          Exchange by the inventor’s cousin, Sir
          John. One of the sons of this inventive
          engineer, William by name, left England
          in 1863 with his wife and son and daugh-
          ter, intending to settle in New Zealand,
          but owing to the unrest caused there by
          the Maori war, he came instead to Vic-
          toria, and bought land near Dandenong.
          Three years later he was killed in a horse
          accident, but his name is perpetuated in
          the name “Gladstone road” in Dandenong.
          His daughter afterwards married, and lived
          for many years in Gladstone House, Dande-
          nong, but is now widowed and settled in
          Gippsland. Her three sons and four daugh-
          ters are all married and perpetuating the
          Gladstone family in different parts of Aus-
          tralia. William’s son (also called Wil-
          liam), who came out with his father,
          mother, and sister in 1863 still lives in the
          Fix this textneighbourhood of Melbourne, with his son
          and grandson. An aunt of Sir John Glad-
          stone (W. E. G.’s father), Christina Glad-
          stone by name, married a Mr. Somerville,
          of Biggar. One of her great-grandchildren
          is Professor W. P. Paterson, of Edinburgh
          University, another is a professor in the
          West Australian University, and a third
          resides in Melbourne. Yours. &c.

          Melbourne, Nov.7, FAMILY TREE

           

          According to the Old Dandenong website:

          Elizabeth Mary Orgill (nee Gladstone) operated Gladstone House until at least 1911, along with another hydropathic hospital (Birthwood) on Cheltenham road. She was the daughter of William Gladstone (Nephew of William Ewart Gladstone, UK prime minister in 1874).”

          The story of the Orgill’s continues in the chapter on Australia.

          #5736
          TracyTracy
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            Shivering, the two women stood at the bus stop, suitcases standing beside them.

            “What are we going to do now, April?” June was finding the abrupt dismissal unsettling, annoying.  It wasn’t their fault the kid disappeared.  “Why on earth are you grinning like that?  Where are we going to go?”

            “We’re going to stay with my sister in Australia,” replied April with a happy sigh.

            “What, now? Are you mad? The place is a disaster zone!”

            “Can’t be any more of a disaster than the place we just got fired from.”

            June couldn’t argue with that. “Does she know we’re coming?”

            April shook her head. “Oh no, it’s going to be a surprise. Oh my, she’ll be surprised.”

            “Whereabouts in Australia?”

            “Melbourne.  Melbourne, here we come!”

            #5636

            In reply to: Tart Wreck Repackage

            “We’ll start as soon as we get our first client, Tara,” replied Star, “And don’t keep calling me a tart. You had better get out of the habit or you might do it accidentally when we’re working on a case.”

            “What if we don’t get any clients? We’ve advertised everywhere we can think of. Once we get started, we’ll get recommendations, we’ll probably have to take on staff, we’ll be so busy.” A wistful look crept into Tara’s eye. She’d never been a boss, never been in the position of telling a subordinate what to do. It had a certain appeal.  “Anyway, you are a tart.”

            “Was, Tara, was. We are not tarts now, and nobody needs to know what we did for a living before.  Nothing shameful in it of course, but people have such antiquated ideas; it might put them off. They don’t need to know that we might be able to use our skills to our advantage to solve cases.”

            “I’d rather solve cases with our new skills,” said Tara.  “Remote viewing, out of body travel, lucid dreaming, that sort of thing.”

            “Never a bad thing to have an assorted tool box,” replied Star. “We have unique skills compared to most private investigators. Just thank your lucky stars that we escaped the eagle eye of Madame Limonella.  She’ll never think to look for us in here in Melbourne, she’s probably thinking we’ll fetch up in some back street dive in Perth, desperate for our jobs back.”

            “Well it might come to that if we don’t get any cases to solve,” Tara said glumly, “And on less money too, we’re not spring chickens any more.”

            “Don’t be silly,” Star snapped. “We’re not even 40 yet. If we were too young we wouldn’t be taken seriously.”

            “Not even close to 40,” replied Tara, who was 33. “You are, though,” she said to Star, who was sensitive about being 39.

            Star was just about to call her a rude tart when the phone rang.

            #2627

            In reply to: Strings of Nines

            TracyTracy
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              The word flounder popped into Yolands head, and for want of the inspiration to do anything meaningful, or even useful, she googled flounder. She was astonished to find so many varieties of flounder, and recognized that she was counterparting with quite a number of them.

              :fish:

              There was the Crosseyed flounder that she felt an affinity for, at the end of an evening of trying to sort out her photos; Alcock’s narrow-body righteye flounder, which was what she felt like in a bed full of male dogs every night, and she could relate to the Antarctic armless flounder when she couldn’t keep track of the Antarctic thread. Barfin flounder reminded her of the green icon and her friend Finn; Bigmouth flounder ~ Yoland sighed, she definitely felt a connection to that often enough. Blotched flounder, well that sounded a bit like botched ~ there were many occasions when Yoland felt that everything she did was botched, half done and messy. Chain-mail wide-eyed flounder when she dabbled a bit in past lives, and the Disc flounder when she got her music in a muddle. The Dark flounders were the worst, when everything seemed to take on the tone of a horror movie, but they were often followed by a Deep flounder, which sometimes contained a few insights, more often than not promptly forgotten.

              :fish:

              Yoland sighed. Imagine counterparting with just about every flounder known to man! She decided she wasn’t the only one counterparting the European flounder, which was a releif, nor was she the only one counterparting the Fantail flounder, although at least it could be said that she wasn’t a complete fan of anyone in particular, dead or alive, she was a fantail of quite a number. There were long spells of resonating with the Finless flounder; Finn was always disappearing, or so it seemed to Yoland. Very rarely she felt an alignment with God’s flounder, thankfuly she wasn’t often prone to dwelling on God things.

              :fish:

              Ah, the Gray flounder, yes she’d had a bit of a flounder when Gray sent all those photos of the Beltane Dance, she’d had a flounder for sure in amongst all those. Looking back though, she’d had fun with the mummy and Ella Tindale in the Gulf flounder…

              :fish:

              Yoland had to laugh when she came across the Intermediate flounder. Yoland wondered if the majority of her foundering was counterparting with the Intermediate flounder and decided she was probably too intermediate to work it out objectively anyway. She often had a tussle with the Large tooth flounder, lordy, she was always floundering with dental issues. And the Largescale flounder, that really was the biggest ongoing flounder of them all, the sheer vastness of everything.

              :fish:

              Every now and again, less than previously though, Yoland had a Melbourne flounder on Saturday nights, and rather enjoyed it, but not as much as she enjoyed a good old New Zealand flounder.

              :fish:

              Another flounder Yoland always enjoyed was an Olive wide-eyed flounder, roaming around the ancient olive trees of Andalucia, wide eyed and awestruck with the beauty and history of the place. She also enjoyed a Peruvian flounder on occasion, too ~ she’d even had a dream recently about floundering around by the mysterious doorway of Amaru Muru. The next night she’d had a River flounder, dreaming of the river in the Grand Canyon.

              :fish:

              Sand flounders were the best of all though, Yoland recalled many happy flounderings in the world of sand and all its Subulmantium configurations. The trouble with the sand flounder was that it often morphed into the largescale flounder, and got quite out of hand.

              :fish:

              Yoland sighed, it had been ages since she’d felt connected to the Seven pelvic ray flounder, what with Dan working nights. She was beginning to feel like a Shelf flounder. However, at least thanks to her new diet of replacing meals with flans, chocolate mousses and ice cream, she was closely aligning now with the Slender flounder.

              :fish:

              The ongoing slug issue with the cat food was obviously because she was still strongly aligned with the Slime flounder. Notwithstanding, Yoland was rather pleased to note that despite her morose and petulant mood this morning, it had to be said that she often counterparted with the Smooth flounder; although that was easy to forget in moments of quiet desperation when the floundering got out of proportion.

              :fish:

              Smiling, Yoland remembered the dream of feet touching when she noticed there was a Sole flounder too. And how often the Spotted flounder popped up, she was always spotting clues. Well spotted! she would tell herself. Oh, and the Stone flounder, wasn’t that the truth! Yoland was aligning strongly with that lately, smoking more than ever, somehow striving for either inspiration, or perhaps oblivion.

              :fish:

              Oh well, I guess this is just a Summer flounder, it will pass, Yoland decided (who was secretly glad that she was nearing the end of the list of flounder names). And sure enough, the next on the list was the Three spotted flounder, surely a good sign! A probability change perhaps! As if to validate Yolands impression, she noticed the Tile-colored righteye flounder. There was even a Warthog flounder, which seemed to ring a bell with a recent entry to the Reality Play.

              :fish:

              Best of all was the Windowpane flounder, Yoland felt she would even go so far as to say that this was her new focus animal. Well, she thought, if I am making this all up, I can make that up too!

              :fish:

              Thankfully Yoland reached the end of the flounder list, rather pleased that it had ended on such an amusing and encouraging note.

              Being closely aligned with flounders wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

              :fish:

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