Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Cousins eleventy billion times removed

Do you have a bazillion cousins?

I have nine first cousins and can't say I have much to do with any of them.  Three are closer to my parents in age and the others are spread across the continent and we haven't seen each other for decades.  I find this a bit sad at times.  I often see those posts on facebook and such about cousins being your first friends etc and so many people agree or share them, yet it isn't the case for me.  Worse still my kids don't really have any sort of relationship with their cousins either.  Most are way older or live away from us or just the victims of disfunctional families.

But I have a stack of 'eleventy billion times removed' cousins and I really value them.  The joy of facebook, ancestry, DNA and such have connected us and I have met many of them.  We all have a common interest of research our families and connecting with the past.  We are all centimetres across from each other and generations apart on a print out of our trees but closer than ever through our interests.

It is this connection that saw me take a plane and drive almost four hours to visit some of these cousins and spend a day with them and meet other new ones. 

And it was totally worth it.

To hear stories, share photos and experience that connection that began four generations ago was a privilege and I feel truly blessed to be connected to these people. 

To all the people I have met through genealogy and will continue to meet.

Thank you all for sharing my obsession interest.














Saturday, April 28, 2018

Private Christian Henry Schultz 14th/11th, D Company



On 4 August 1914 war was declared between Britain and Germany.  Australian men downed tools and signed up for the cause, many thinking it would only be a couple of months and it would be over.  Bryce Courtenay claims in his introduction in ‘An Anzac’s Story’ that boot makers made a roaring trade in adding height to men’s boots so they passed the minimum requirement. This is indicative of how patriotic men felt toward the Mother Country.

Like many Australian men my great uncle, Christian Henry Schultz, known as Chris, was under age when he enlisted.  Despite his enlistment paper work stating he was eighteen and one month there is no record of his date of birth on the actual paper work. However his birth certificate clearly states 21 February 1900 as his birth date, making him fifteen and five months.   His attitude is summed up in a letter in August where he states “Well dear parents if I possibly can go to war I will for I am eager for adventure.”  I am sure the enticement of six shillings or more a day helped too. 

Chris was born in Amphitheatre, a small rural town in northern Victoria, the eldest of what would eventually be a family of nine children.  The first five children were born in Amphitheatre and Ararat with Sydney being the first born in South Melbourne. They had moved there prior to his birth when his father, Henry began working as a labourer in the city.  
Occasionally throughout his letters Chris mentions Dennistons and the “Dennistons boys”. Denniston & Co was a wholesale clothing company in Flinders Lane, Melbourne from 1907-1938.  He may have worked here prior to heading to Ballarat for cadets as it wasn’t uncommon for boys to leave school early to start working to help the family financially.  The sense of familiarity in his letters suggests this could have been the case.

From correspondence written by Chris to his parents in August 1914 it also appears he may have been a cadet in Ballarat.   There is no record of this on his army papers and the fact that he later signed up in Melbourne would indicate he obviously left camp early and went home before enlisting.   He writes they are treated well, the locals are good to them and
 “I suppose Cheers and Gilbeys were surprised to hear about me being in camp.  Well, I am glad to say that I have not touched drink since I have been in camp.” 

Does this mean that at the age of fourteen Chris had a drinking problem? Cadets were compulsory for boys from 1911 when changes were made to the Defence Act by Prime Minister Deakin’s government.   On the advice of Field Marshal Viscount Kitchener of Great Britain it was thought this would be a good way to train boys in readiness for active service in later years.



Figure 1. Studio Portrait of Private Christian Henry Schultz, Source: Australian War Memorial, Accessed 14 march 2018, https://www.awm.gov.au/collection/C1018392.

Chris enlisted on 17 July 1915 in Melbourne and was sent to Seymour, Ballarat then Broadmeadows for training.   On 11 October 1915 he was deemed ready for service and as part of the 11th Reinforcements, was soon to join the 14th Battalion returning to Europe from Gallipoli. He left Melbourne aboard the troop carrier Nestor for Egypt.   Chris wrote three letters to his family whilst sailing, all indicate he was well and the conditions on board good.  There were over 2000 on board and days were spent doing drill, taking a turn on watch or relaxing.  

The military records for Chris are eventful to say the least.  Every third or fourth line is an offence recorded for being Absent Without Leave and one wonders how much pay he actually got after the financial penalty was applied.  Fortunately for Chris, Australia didn’t execute deserters like Britain did.  However, they did penalise with pay reduction and extra duties. 

After receiving further training in Egypt he was considered ready despite his absences, and with the rest of his Battalion sailed to Marseille then went by foot to Bailleul training camp.  Some of the biggest battles with heaviest losses for Australia were to be fought over the next two years on the Western Front.   Under the command of Charles Dare and Albert Jacka, Chris and ‘D’ Company fought bloody battles at Pozieres, Bullecourt’s Hindenburg Line and Messine.   Over 30,000 men were injured in these battles alone. 

Chris did not escape injury.  On 14 August 1916 he was admitted to the 2nd Field Ambulance in France with an ear infection. This is not surprising considering the mud and rotting bodies filling the trenches.  In July 2017 he was again injured with a gunshot wound to his face and right arm, which was subsequently broken.  He was admitted to the 83rd General Hospital in Boulogne then transferred to the Queen’s Canadian Military Hospital in England where he stayed for a month.   He was later granted furlough but deserted during that time for a week, returning to France by the end of December 1917.  I should think that after the three battles he had fought in he was very hesitant to go back to France or Belgium.

January 1918 saw Chris back in hospital at Dartford, England after being exposed to mustard gas.  He again forfeited pay for being ‘A.W.O.L.’ and his personal letters indicate that he was having a fun time in Swansea, Wales. 
Mind you his fun time got him more than he bargained for and he was admitted to the 1st Australian Dermatological Hospital in Bulford in July 1918 with venereal disease. 
Despite the earlier endeavours of people like Etti Rout and James Barrett to see soldiers educated and given prophylactics to use, many soldiers in France and England were not abstaining or taking precautions.   Chris was one of over 43,000 soldiers from the AIF who were admitted to hospitals for venereal disease between 1915 and 1918. 

He neglects to mention this in his letters despite being a prolific letter writer, he also writes little on the actual war; this was not uncommon as letters were subjected to heavy censorship, yet some soldiers still wrote their thoughts and about conditions.  There is only one letter that mentions the conditions in the trenches saying it was muddy and cold. In a letter to both his parents he talks more about a girl and there is a passing mention of “the baby crying”.  This letter was sent with another from the girl; Elsie White who introduces herself and tells how excited she is to be meeting them soon and to be marrying their son.
Another letter to his father in March 1918 he tells him he has met a girl and is going to marry her in a couple of months. 

He says,
“Well Dad I don’t know what you will say but I hope you won’t think any the worse of me when I tell you I am engaged to be married to a girl in south Wales.  It practically all happened while I was on furlough down at a place called Pontardulais.  I don’t know what made me do it Dad but temptation was great and I fell.  But I must say that both her people and herself are very respectable and treated me like one of the family.” 

Where the baby fits in I do not know, however records show an Elsie White did give birth to a boy, Wilfred sometime between April and July in 1918 and there is no name recorded for the father. Could this be the reason for a sudden marriage?  The marriage did not eventuate as Chris’s mother obviously had strong feelings regarding it. 

A letter in late July states that he is going to wait until he is home to find a nice Australian girl on Mother’s advice.   One wonders where the connection between weddings, girlfriends and venereal disease occurs and whether the wedding was really actually off because of the venereal disease.  Another letter in November describes spending Armistice Day in London,

“They were dancing in the streets and singing and the police had to chuck smoke bombs among the crowds on the Saturday night to get them to go home.” 

His correspondence was much like that of other soldiers, reminiscing about food, family and coming home, with constant reassurances to his mother that he is well and will be home soon.  This was a common theme in all his letters, reassuring those at home that he is well.  His tone does change toward the end when he talks more about how glad he is to be deemed as unfit to return to the front and he hopes this will drag on for longer, to the point that he will play on it to stay in England longer.  By the third year of letters it is evident he is very homesick, and understandably so.  He talks often about meals and what he wants his sister Susie to cook for him when he gets home.  His concern for all his family members is admirable, even Dorothy and Albert who he hadn’t yet met.

Chris arrived home 2 March 1919 aboard the troop ship City of Exeter and was discharged as medically unfit in the April of that year. 

On returning he lived with his parents at 7 Rooding Street, Brighton, Victoria until his marriage to Frances Ball in 1926.  He is listed in electoral rolls as a carpenter for the rest of his working life. Frances was partially deaf and doesn’t appear to work anywhere other than at the home.  They set up home in Carrum Downs at a house called Billo in Mascot Avenue for several years before settling in at 14 Oak Avenue, Boronia.  They never had children, which may have been a legacy of venereal disease, but they were active members of his siblings’ families.  His nephews remember visiting Boronia in childhood.
  
A button among  his possessions for the 14th Battalion 1948 suggests he was a participating member of a reunion group as do the medals he kept.  These were the standard issue of World War 1 medals; 1914/5 star awarded to those serving before November 1915, the British War Medal and the Victory medal.   Pip, Squeak and Wilfred were nicknames given to these medals after popular cartoon characters in the Daily Mirror newspaper.

Studies have been done looking at the connection between heart disease and mustard gas victims and there appears to have been an increase in heart issues in soldiers returning from World War 1 who were affected by mustard gas. Whether Chris suffered post traumatic stress after the war or further complications due to venereal disease is not known. It is highly unlikely that he would have returned unscathed, particularly when you take into account the very young age he was when he enlisted.  Outwardly to family he appeared to be a happy and functioning man who helped build his siblings’ homes and worked as a carpenter builder until his early death at 65 of heart disease after several years of heart issues. 

This is a very short and abbreviated life story of Christian.  To truly do him justice I would need to write thousands more words.  However, this week we have remembered him and for the first time since his death his medals were worn proudly at dawn by his nephew, my father.

Sunday, March 25, 2018

Family records

I have been truly blessed.  Being in Tasmania and having half my heritage settle here over the centuries has meant I've been very lucky in finding records.  Particularly as many of my ancestors came out against their will!  Anyone tracing family history will know that convict records were meticulous and make tracking a family member quite easy.

Tasmanian newspapers as with most of the time seemed to print anything and everything.  If you sneezed it was reported!  This has meant that piecing stories together on ancestors has been somewhat easier too.

My paternal heritage has been a little harder at times.  My dad's heritage is Prussian/German, Scottish and English.  The info I have is patchy but for the most part I have dates and places just very few stories due to the dynamics of his family.

This year I continue my studies at UTAS and one of the units required me to research and write about a World War One soldier, preferably from my family.  The first person who came to mind was my dad's uncle Chris, who we often joked didn't see much of the war as he spent it in hospital or AWOL despite the family calling him a hero.

After weeks of research we couldn't have been further from the truth.  He was a hero and he did see too much of the war for a 15 year old.

During this time of research my dad received a random call from a cousin after decades of not hearing from him.  They got to talking and it turned out that Allen had boxes of family records in the attic.  They had been kept by his mum (Chris's sister) and her mum before that.

To cut a long story short, I now have those records and what a treasure trove!   There are well over 100 letters, mostly from Chris to his family during the war, birthday cards, postcards from Chris and from other family members travelling and his war medals.

 Sample of letters written to family during WW1

Collection of postcards sent during WW1

The dilemma of what to do with all this was discussed.  Currently I am scanning all the correspondence, postcards and other bits and pieces.  The medals have been sent to Hobart to the Foxhole Medals to be refreshed with new ribbons.   Once all records have been scanned they will be sorted.  Letters and postcards from the war  will hopefully go to the Australian War Memorial should they want them.  Local family records will be offered to the Victorian Archives as the nature of them may have historical significance.
Private Christian Henry Schultz medals WW1


Their significance to me; they confirm many things I knew, reveals other stories I didn't.  I now have an actual photo of my great grandparents which is so huge for me.  They have provided a window into my dad's family that had previously been boarded up.

Henry Christian Schultz and Susan Jane Baker (date unknown)

Now, to find that elusive photo of my dad's mum so we can know what she looked like.

Tuesday, February 27, 2018

Ticket of Change


I never meant for life to turn out like it did.  Life was good in Bruton, hard but good.  I had Elizabeth and the girls and we got along.  Then work got harder to find as the competition increased, not just building but any work at all.  It seemed machines were taking over and men weren’t needed like they used to be.  Farm labourers were heading to the bigger cities looking for work that just didn’t exist.
When I saw the advertisement looking for carpenters in Van Diemen’s Land it seemed like a chance for a fresh start for us.  We had another baby just born and the three older girls, so it was decided for me to go out and make a start then Elizabeth and the girls would follow.  I had every intention of honouring this agreement.   I just didn’t think it would be wise to take a young family on such a long trip with no guarantees that life would be better.


Figure 1: Charles Ellen, Arrivals Record, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, Hobart, CB7/9/1/1,p.11. 


So with the ticket that would change my life and the lives of others, I left the Bristol docks aboard the Arabian on the 5th May 1841.  I have to say, I knew the trip out to Van Diemen’s Land would be rough but I didn’t expect it to be as bad as it was.  The food was unacceptable, to the point that the surgeon superintendant condemned it!   We were all going to jump ship at the Cape of Good Hope until the Captain bought on more supplies but even then they only lasted three weeks and after that we had to eat rotting food again while the Captain, Gardener ate the very best.  We certainly didn’t receive the supplies we had been promised on departure in Bristol.
When we finally docked in Launceston on 24 August 1841 we were all worse in heath than when we boarded.  So much so that I and some others wrote an open letter of complaint to the paper.  We said that we thought it unacceptable and that an inquiry should be held.  Nothing really came of it of course but we did get our point across.


Figure 2: ‘Launceston’, Launceston Advertiser, 2 December 1841, p.3.

Later in November I was approached by the Committee for Immigration, they wanted to know what I thought of their bounty scheme.  Well, I let them know what I thought and told them that I found it very disappointing, wages were low and cost of living too high.    I told them it was highly unlikely I would send for my family when I would have been better off staying in England.  A sad state of affairs this was and I was angry and feeling very hard done by at the time.  
Things seem to go from bad to worse. In October I was sent by Mr Ritchie to do some work for Mr Heaney in the Perth town ship.  Billy Gould and Will Hill were there too and we got to drinking.  I didn’t know where the grog had come from but it turns out the boys had ‘borrowed’ it from the inn at the front of the house.  Mr Heaney’s daughter, Charlotte called the constable in and reported the theft.  I was in no state to argue as I had endeavoured to forget my sorrows that night and barely remembered my name let alone the events of the evening.
Why am I such a strong advocate of the Temperance movement, well I have to say that no good comes of the drink and if you drink to forget as I did then it will see you on the wrong path.  As a consequence I ended up at New Town Bay for two years hard labour.  And hard it was, I have the scars on my ankles to prove it and my back has never been the same.  Building roads is hard enough but being part of a chain gang triples the punishment.  I don’t like to dwell on those two years, but I accept that I did wrong and I wore the sentence.
I hadn’t heard anything from Elizabeth and had pretty much accepted that she had moved on and made a new life for herself and the girls.  I daren’t think the worse and could only hope she had found herself a new man to care for them.  The lack of response to letters I sent seemed to indicate that I would not see her or the girls again. It was time for me to forge a new life.
At the end of my sentence my first thought was to find work.  I took board in Hobart thinking to set myself up there but after asking about, several people suggested heading back north to Oatlands.  This was a farming and timber community with a fast growing township and I heard, plenty of work for a builder like myself.   Having very little money I set off on foot to Oatlands and a new start.
I worked hard, there was plenty of work to be had and I became good friends with George Aitchison who saw me right for work.  He was a stone mason so we worked well together, me with wood and him with brick.  The house I now live in on the High Street was built by us and it was a proud moment when I was able to buy it off George for Betsy and our family.



Figure 4: Kelli Schultz, Sketch of Charles Ellen’s High Street Cottage, 2018, digital image.

Who is Betsy I hear you ask.  Well, like I said a new start I was to have and I met Betsy and married her in 1848.  We have been together more than forty years and had eight children, six who are still with us.  I have been truly blessed in my new life, I do think back to England and mourn the loss but my life has been good. Who would have thought that just one ticket could be such a life changer.

Charles Ellen

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Charles Ellen, The Bigamist Builder



Having a convict in the family isn’t the skeleton in the closet it used to be, it is a badge of honour nowadays.  I wonder what an ancestor, who migrated under the bounty scheme to Van Diemen’s Land, spent time as a convict and was a bigamist, would earn me.  This describes my great, great grandfather, Charles Ellen.  Charles was born in Bruton, Somerset on the 12 April 1810 to George and Alice Ellen, nee Moss.[1] The lack of records for them would indicate they were a run of the mill working class family who didn’t attract attention to themselves by means of crime or notoriety.  However, Charles was to prove himself different from his family.  He was a vocal and somewhat colourful character who made himself well and truly heard in the township of Oatlands.  He was a builder, although no apprenticeship papers can be found but this occupation is listed in his immigration papers and he was a successful builder in Van Diemen’s Land, passing the trade down to his son and heirs, my grandfather and uncle also being builders.[2]
Although Charles did not come to Van Diemen’s Land as a convict he did have a prior conviction.  In the 1833 Easter sessions at Illchester Charles was sentenced to seven weeks imprisonment at Shepton Mallet for stealing some brass wire from Thomas Higgins a farm labourer.[3]  He served his sentence and was out just in time to marry Elizabeth White on 23 June 1833 at Penselwood, Somerset.[4] Charles and Elizabeth were together for almost eight years and had four daughters; Sarah, Mary Jane, Ann and Emma.[5][6][7][8]
Despite already being employed as a builder, Charles decided to apply through the Bounty Immigration Scheme for a position in Van Diemen’s Land, on the belief that conditions were better than those in England.   
In a transcript of an interview in Hobart in November 1841 by the Immigration Council, Charles mentions his wife and children and also his disappointment at conditions and wages in Van Diemen's Land.  He was appointed for a three year term but states he should have come as a free settler and bought his family.  He advises against people coming out under 'engagement' and didn’t feel he would be able to bring his family out as he would not be able to support them. However, evidence shows that wages in Van Diemen’s Land at this time were increasing as convict labour had begun to drastically decline post 1839, so his timing was advantageous.  [9]Thus, Elizabeth and the girls were left in England, with Elizabeth dying in 1886.[10][11]   Whether Charles continued to support them will remain a mystery and census records found so far show Elizabeth as not remarrying.[12]
Charles arrived in Van Diemen’s Land on 27 Aug 1841 aboard The Arabian, and was contracted for three years to Thomas Ritchie who inherited the property, Scone at Perth from his brother Captain John Ritchie.[13][14]


Figure 1. Unknown, Perth Flour Mill, Norfolk Plains Historical Society.

Charles did not see out his three year contract at Scone. He ended up in the Launceston courts in Dec 1841for theft of alcohol and cigars from Thomas Johnson in Perth, along with a convict and another man who had earned his conditional pardon six years earlier.[15]  He was subsequently sentenced to two years hard labour at New Town Bay.  The interesting point on his prison record is that he clearly states he is married and also says he has a mother in England.[16]
By early 1848 Charles shows up living in Oatlands and in June he marries widow, Elizabeth McDonald.[17]  On the census earlier that year he states he is single, perhaps because he knew he would not see his wife in England again and he wished to remarry.[18]  He and Elizabeth married in the home of Mrs Long and again he states he is a bachelor.[19] 
Charles was a vocal resident of Oatlands and his opinions can be found in the newspapers of the day, often making comment on council proceedings via letters to the editor.    A search of newspapers show Charles as an active member of the Oatlands community; donating to fundraisers, attending community meetings, serving on jury and giving evidence at coronial enquiries.[20]  Interestingly Charles was involved with the International Order of Good Templars; a type of temperance society for men modeled on the Freemasons and he must have held a rank of some description as he is named in advertisements for the society in the newspaper.[21][22]

Charles was a busy builder and many buildings in the area were built by him.  The current Jenny Wren Cottage, which he lived in with his family and the St James Church in Jericho are two known buildings still standing.[23]



                Figure 2. Kelli Schultz, St James Church Jericho, 2011, digital image personal collection.

            Like many others Charles also tried his luck in the gold fields and traveled to Bendigo in 1852 on the Helena.[24]  A letter written by him to Elizabeth is dated September 1852 showing him still there but not doing well, he says “I am sorry I am not in a position to send you any money for our luck is very bad…”, he goes on to tell Elizabeth to get five pounds from Mr Lowe.  He must have returned by early 1853 as his next child was born in September of that year.[25]
Charles and Elizabeth spent most of their life renting at what is now 101 High Street, Oatlands and according to assessment rolls for the area by 1883 they had bought the property.[26]
            Charles did not escape tragedy and sadly lost his youngest son, William Percy at the age of 14.  William and a friend were playing football near Lake Dulverton and went in to the water to retrieve the ball, neither boy could swim and both were drowned   when the boat they were in turned over.[27] 
Charles’s died in 1892 of old age and a weakened heart, survived by Elizabeth and six of his children.[28]  He was a man with many secrets and whether Elizabeth shared them is not known, nor whether he gave thought to his daughters in England or even communicated with them. His descendents are spread throughout Australia and his blood runs through the veins of many of the residents of Oatlands today.


Figure 3. Kelli Schultz, Memorial Card for Charles Ellen, 2011, digital image personal collection.




[1] Birth of Charles Ellen, born 12 April 1810, Somerset Heritage Service; Taunton, Somerset, England; Somerset Parish Records, 1538-1913; Reference Number: D\P\brut/2/1/4.
[2] Charles Ellen, Conduct Record, Male conduct registers 1812-1840, Tasmanian Archives and Heritage Office, Hobart, CON31/1/12,146.
[3] Ancestry, England & Wales, Criminal Registers, 1791-1892, HO 27; Piece:46; Page: 148, Accessed 26 August 2017.
[4] Findmypast, Marriage Record for Charles Ellen, ‘Somerset Marriage Index, 1813-1837’, Accessed 26 August 2017.
[5] Baptism of Sarah Ellen, baptised 28 August 1833, Somerset Heritage Service; Taunton, Somerset, England; Somerset Parish Records 1538-1913; Reference Number: D\P\brut/2/1/5.
[6] Findmypast, Birth Record for Mary Jane Ellen, ‘England & Wales Births 1837-2006, Accessed 28 August 2017.
[7] Ancestry, Birth date of Ann Ellen, born 1839, HO107/963/12, Shepton Mallet, Somerset Enumeration District 6/47, 15, Accessed 27 August 2017.
[8] Findmypast, Birth of Emma Ellen, born 1840, England & Wales, Civil Registration Birth Index, 1837-1915, Vol.11, 161. Accessed 27 August 2017.

[9]  H.Maxwell-Stewart, ‘The End of Transportation: graph depicting Number of Male Convicts in Assignment and Mechanics Wages’, HAA105, University of Tasmania: 2017, 3 September 2017.
[10] Van Diemen's Land. Legislative Council (1841). Report of the committee of the whole Council upon immigration: presented 8th November, 1841, with minutes of evidence &c. &c. James Barnard, Govt. Printer, Van Diemen's Land.
[11] Death record for Elizabeth Ellen, England & Wales, Civil Registration Death Index, 1837-, V5c P349.
[12] Findmypast, Census Record for Elizabeth Ellen, 1851 England, Wales & Scotland Census, HO107/1933/560, 14, Accessed 26 August 2017.
[13] Anon., ‘Launceston’, Launceston Advertiser, 2 December 1841, p.3.
[14] Van Diemen's Land. Legislative Council (1841). Report of the committee of the whole Council upon immigration: presented 8th November, 1841, with minutes of evidence &c. &c.
[15] Anon., ‘Quarter Sessions’, Launceston Courier, 3 Jan 1842, p.3.
[16] Charles Ellen, Conduct Record.
[17] Marriage Certificate of Charles Ellen and Elizabeth McDonald, married 3 June 1848, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, RGD37/1/7, 32.
[18] Charles Ellen, Census Record, 1848, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, CEN1/1/94, 125.
[19] Marriage Certificate of Charles Ellen and Elizabeth McDonald, married 3 June 1848.
[20] The Hobart Town Daily Mercury, 21 June 1858, p.3; Launceston Examiner, 7 October 1858, p.2.; The Mercury, 30 June 1860, p.3.; The Mercury, 25 August 1864, p.2.
[21] ‘A Tea Meeting’, The Mercury, 20 December 1875, p.3.
[22] IOGT International, ‘The History’, http://iogt.org/about-iogt/the-iogt-way/who-we-are/the-history/, Accessed 27 August 2017.
[23] Southern Midlands Council, ‘Museum and Cultural Centres’, https://www.southernmidlands.tas.gov.au/museums/, Accessed 28 August 2017.
[24] Charles Ellen, Passenger List ‘Helena’7 June 1852, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, POL 220/1/2.
[25] Charles Ellen to Elizabeth Ellen, letter, 20 September 1852, Ellen Family Letters, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, NS449.
[26] Oatlands Rural Municipality, Assessment Roll for year 1883’, The Hobart Gazette, 13 February 1883, p.342.
[27] Charles Ellen, ‘The Oatlands Lagoon Fatal Accident’, The Mercury, 18 August 1880, p.3.
[28] Death Certificate of Charles Ellen, died 5 June 1892, Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office, RGD35/1/61, 520.