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> "Oldest married couple in the world are living at Marulan, he is the
stepfather of Mr O'Neill, publican and wheelwright, the husband is 111 years
old and his wife is 107, she is the second wife. He arrived on the first
fleet in 1788 and spent 75 years in the colony. Another notice says he died
last Thursday and she was not expected to live much longer. They were both
bed ridden and being looked after by Mr O'Neill. Yass Courier 25.2.1863"
Another convict claim to fame - at least in 1863. No names given - I wonder
who they were?
I hope Lesley will forgive this little aside - after all, Grandma may have
found a convict if she climbed high enough! It was sent from USA, so some
of the terminology may not be familiar.
Grandma Climbed the Family Tree
There's been a change in Grandma, we've noticed as of late.
She's always reading history or jotting down some date.
She's tracing back the family, we'll all have pedigrees.
Cause Grandma's got a hobby, she's climbing family trees.
Poor Grandpa does the cooking, and now, or so he states,
He even has to wash the cups and all the dinner plates.
Cause Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
Compiling genealogy for the family tree.
She hasn't time to babysit, the curtains are a fright.
No buttons left on Grandpa's shirt, the flower bed's a sight.
She's given up her club work, the serials on TV,
The only thing she does these days is climb the family tree.
The mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far.
Last week she got the proof she needs to join the DAR.
A monumental project - to that we all agree,
A worthwhile advocation - to climb the family tree.
There were pioneers and patriots mixed with our kith and kin,
Who blazed the paths of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee,
Each time she finds a (convict) for the family tree.
To some it's just a hobby, to Grandma it's much more.
She learns the joys and heartaches of those who went before.
They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept and now for you and me,
They live again in spirit, around the family tree.
At least she's nearly finished, and we are each exposed.
Life will be the same again, this we all suppose.
Grandma will cook and sew, serve vegies with our tea.
We'll have her back, just as before that wretched family tree.
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