Showing posts with label Australian family history. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australian family history. Show all posts

Monday 10 June 2013

Finding my Motherline- through Art and Digital Media


Continuing my research into my long lost motherline and recently discovered family history, am going with Max to the Mitchell Library this week to view watercolours by our ancestor Andrew Hastings Doyle. The label 'convict' is a misnomer, Andrew was an artist and political exile from Ireland at the time of the Uprisings in the late 18th and early 19th c. Andrew and his brother (listed as "Rebels" in the ship's records of the Rolla) were exiled for life to the new colony of Australia in 1803). Andrew's wife Sophia Isabella and their three young children accompanied him as free, fee paying passengers, and according to the records he travelled in her cabin. When they arrived in Australia she bought a house in the Rocks where they lived - he was "assigned" to her. Then they moved out and bought land and built houses in the Blue Mountains and on the banks of the Hawkesbury River.  The Mitchell Library holds two of Andrew Doyle's drawings and a copy of a letter he wrote to the Dublin Society, that is held in the British Library. I am looking forward to seeing these in 'real life' and reading his letter.
The pictured image is Andrew Doyle's watercolour drawing 'Rock Lily' dated in the 1820s, that he painted where he lived with his wife Sophia Isabella and family (our ancestors), on the Hawkesbury, near Portland Head,  now known as Wiseman's Ferry.


Andrew Doyle,  Rock Lily,  42.9 x 27.1 cm, 1820s.


  




Thursday 10 January 2013

Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers Revisted

An essay from my research into Australian colonial family histories and "stolen generations" is now published in the latest issue of the Journal of the Motherhood Initiative for Research and Community Involvement, produced by the MIRCI research Institute at York University in Toronto which is the leading research institute in the world in this field.
"The mandate of the Journal is to publish the most current, high quality scholarship on mothering-motherhood and to ensure that this scholarship considers motherhood in an international context and from a multitude of perspectives including differences of class, race, sexuality, age, ethnicity, ability and nationality."

The inspiration for this article is documented on this blog in the eponymous post "Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers", (The Skilbeck Scrolls 29/6/2011) and this blog post is included as a part of the article.
 I was employed, throughout 2012, on a one-year contract as a Lecturer at the Journalism and Media research Centre (JMRC) at the University of New South Wales, and the JMRC fully funded my conference trip to Canada to present my research at the MIRCI conference Mothers in HIstory, Histories of Motherhood, in Toronto.
I have found out much more since then, in my "secret research" into "hidden histories" in Australia.
Ground breaking is hard work and little rewarded historically by the administration in this country- as the ghosts of convicts and Indigenous peoples will testify. So I am just glad that I managed to ferry this dream-vison of a creative non-fiction writing piece into international publication.
And as the author I raise my glass to launch its passage into the world. Cheers.

http://pi.library.yorku.ca/ojs/index.php/jarm/issue/current

Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers Revisted

An essay from my research into Australian colonial family histories and "stolen generations" is now published in the latest issue of the Journal of the Motherhood Initiative for Research and Community Involvement, produced by the MIRCI research Institute at York University in Toronto which is the leading research institute in the world in this field.
"The mandate of the Journal is to publish the most current, high quality scholarship on mothering-motherhood and to ensure that this scholarship considers motherhood in an international context and from a multitude of perspectives including differences of class, race, sexuality, age, ethnicity, ability and nationality."

The inspiration for this article is documented on this blog in the eponymous post "Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers", (The Skilbeck Scrolls 29/6/2011) and this blog post is included as a part of the article.
 I was employed, throughout 2012, on a one-year contract as a Lecturer at the Journalism and Media research Centre (JMRC) at the University of New South Wales, and the JMRC fully funded my conference trip to Canada to present my research at the MIRCI conference Mothers in HIstory, Histories of Motherhood, in Toronto.
I have found out much more since then, in my "secret research" into "hidden histories" in Australia.
Ground breaking is hard work and little rewarded historically by the administration in this country- as the ghosts of convicts and Indigenous peoples will testify. So I am just glad that I managed to ferry this dream-vison of a creative non-fiction writing piece into international publication.
And as the author I raise my glass to launch its passage into the world. Cheers.

http://pi.library.yorku.ca/ojs/index.php/jarm/issue/current

Saturday 1 December 2012

My Story: A Family’s Hidden History


By Ruth Skilbeck
After my Mother passed away, on October 1st 2008, my life changed irrevocably. Not only was this a profound event of personal grief. But I have found out things since then, about her life and her family history, which is my family history and identity, which I had not known before whilst she was alive. I have found out about a hidden history in my own family, an erased grandmother, and family, aunts, I’d never known about. This has revealed a history of “white lies” and cover-ups, in the older generation of my family, which had an even deeper impact than finding out about the hidden family. In effect what this meant was that for over 40 years of my life, I had not known who my family was, I had been brought up under an illusion, benignly deceived about my own family- by my family. Yet, this was not malicious, my experience is commonplace in Australia.  Between 1909 –1969, the era known as the stolen generations, possibly over 100,000 children were taken from their mothers and families and brought up as wards of state, in homes, and missions, or in adoptive families.
This was part of the  “White Australia” policy of assimilation that was brought in with Federation in 1901. Prior to this, Aboriginals were considered along with white settlers to be colonial subjects of the British Empire.  The policy of assimilation, through removal and adoption, did not only affect one or two groups.  It was a policy that profoundly and literally and symbolically mixed up Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal, indigenous and non- indigenous identity in Australia.  At the same time that there was deep insecurity and searching in the ‘white Australia’ national psyche as to what was national identity. As a consequence of this widespread practice, a very significant (yet precisely unknown) number of people in Australia do not know their families. When I asked a male relative why we had never been told the truth, he said:
Nobody talked about those things then.
What has impacted on me most strongly in the experience of researching through approaches of art writing and historical research, is the dis-regard and de-valuation of mothers and motherhood in this cultural and personal family history, which is the history of the last century of Australian history, since Federation.
Aboriginal women and mothers, in particular, were treated appallingly in this time. Rape was a weapon and tool of assimilation policy that was one of those things that were not talked about. Covered up in a cloak of secrecy and shame. Yet the official policy of assimilation held that if a child had not “100% Aboriginal blood” then they could be taken and brought up as a ward of state, this was a policy with an ugly mission to “breed out” “aboriginality”. Supposedly, colonial authorities “believed” that the Aboriginal people were a dying race and in three generations would be gone (Human Rights and Equal Opportunity Commission, www.hereoc.com).
The strength of feelings, and endurance, of Aboriginal women looking back on this now are well expressed by the broadcaster and Aboriginal activist Aunty Shirley*, speaking at a 2007 rally on Human Rights Day, in Sussex Street, Sydney.
“Aboriginal women are the backbone that has built this country. They have lain on their backs and been raped and given birth to white fella’s babies and had their children taken away and grieved for their children. And their blood is in this city and in these buildings. We won’t go away. Will we stay around? Come back next year…” (Skilbeck 2007).

Aunty Shirley, Human Rights Day, Sydney 2007. Photo: Ruth Skilbeck

At the Rally, I took photographs of Aunty Shirley’s passionate speech and was deeply moved by her words (which I quoted in an article I wrote soon afterwards on Australian identity, dislocation, exile and art). This was a year and a half before my mother passed away. It was only afterwards, that I found out how closely connected I am my self to the experience of internal exile, that I too am part of this experience of mass dislocation and loss of identity that resulted from the mass exclusion and denial of Mothers in Australia throughout the 20th century."
*Not a family relative,  it is Aboriginal custom to call elders Aunty and Uncle.
This is an extract from  Ruth Skilbeck's forthcoming article: "Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers: Reclaiming Lost Identity on Colonial History", to be published this December in The Journal of the Mother Initiative, a peer-reviewed journal produced by the Motherhood Initiative for Research and Community Involvement (MIRCI) at York University, Toronto in Canada.
"I wrote this article after presenting a paper on these themes at the MIRCI Mothers in History: Histories of Motherhood international conference, in May in Toronto, Canada. It is part of my ongoing creative arts and humanities research into Australian colonial and family history, which includes writing a novel, about my search for my Mother's birth family."  
Copyright Ruth Skilbeck 2012

 Skilbeck, Ruth (2008) ‘Make Art Not War’. Homepagedaily.com (Pink Oblong column, writing in nom-de-plume Rosa Viereck) Feb 2008.

Skilbeck, Ruth (2012), ' Remembering Australia's Forgotten Mothers: Identity and Colonial History', Journal of the Motherhood Initiative, Vol. 3, Issue 2, Fall/Winter. Forthcoming

Monday 19 September 2011

'Jamais Arrière' Clan Douglas (Perth, W.A.): Australian Ancestry, ‘Boat People’, Mariners and Vikings

By Ruth Skilbeck

Ghost boats have been sailing in shadowy force through the Australian media, and through my family history, these past weeks. Ghost boats have a legendary tendency to return and haunt the living when they least expect it. They sail into earshot and cause chaos with their cacophony, the wailing voices of those lost at sea, lamenting and beseeching from watery graves, pleading to be rescued and laid to rest; or reclaimed and brought back to life in family histories...
Something strange happened as I was writing these notes on the unfolding and refolding of the ‘circular’ asylum and refugee debate in Australia, the Great Southern Land in which I’m domiciled. I was researching and writing about the ‘ghost boats’, asylum seeker’s rickety “wooden boats” that sink without trace as they head from Indonesia, Malaysia and Singapore on the perilous voyage to Australia. The untold numbers of men, women and children lost at sea over the last couple of years. 

Jamais Arrière  Douglas. 

Then, quite unexpectedly, I received in the mail, pages from a family history, prepared by distant relatives in Perth. Emblazoned with the Clan Douglas crest Jamais Arrière Douglas. This was sent to me by my stepmother and told the story of a branch of the family that I knew next to nothing about - my paternal grandmother’s side who emigrated to Australia from England in the mid nineteenth century. Apparently Clan Douglas my newfound ancestors were in the middle ages the 'ruling family' in Scotland and Clan Douglas had many castles.


I found out I was descended from ‘boat people’ and mariners, with two ship’s captains in the Australian Douglas family tree - hailed as heroes for their numerous daring and dangerous sea rescues: a batch of press clippings from the time recounted the stories.
Thomas Douglas, born in 1823 in Foxton, Cambridgeshire, was a farm hand, his wife Phoebe (nee Wisbey)’s family lived near ‘the chalk pits’. Thomas and Phoebe and their three young children, William, Frederick and Alfred emigrated to Australia, to escape the poor economic times and food shortages that swept England in the mid 19th century; resulting in the biggest waves of migrants recorded, 350,647 persons leaving England in 1852. In 1853, Thomas, Phoebe and children sailed across the world in the wooden sailing ship Sabrina, arriving 92 days later in Albany, WA. They were ‘boat people’.
Thomas Douglas “Pioneer, orchadist and market gardener” and Phoebe Douglas nee Wisbey “our matriarch” prospered in the colony:  They had ten children and within a few years  owned a sizeable estate, numerous properties and land in Perth. Records show Thomas bequeathed a “gift” to his son William to buy a steamship; and a tugboat, Dunskey, was bought in 1896.   
William and Frederick -who sailed to Australia in the Sabrina as infants - were the nautical sons, youthful members of the Albany rowing regatta team who each grew up to be mariners and ships captains.
Captain William Douglas (b 1848) was a “mariner, police officer, pioneering orchadist and gold prospector”.
In May 1885 William Douglas was involved in the rescue of some sailors from the vessel HMS Opal, as reported in the Albany Advertiser and the Albany Mail.  Two sailors from a man-o- war had set out in a small craft in the Albany Harbour.
“The day broke with threatening skies. The strong wind and intermittent thunder presaged a fierce storm, at 11 a.m., according to custom, two sailors set out from the men-of-war in the borrowed boat to return it to the moorings. Captain Douglas in a passing steam launch (Perseverance) hailed them to hug the shore...But they ignored the warning and stood out in the middle of the harbour. Less than an hour later when they were still a long way from their objective, the storm broke over the little craft. The sailors boat capsized in deep water and with big waves breaking over them as they clung to its keel, the two men were in desperate straits...”
Captain Douglas went to the rescue in the steamship, and managed to save one of the men who was clinging to the bow, by the time he had reached him  the other sailor had “swept away and drowned”.  
“The boat had an air tank installed in the bows and that alone kept it afloat...the survivor was being dragged beneath the surface with it and was ....drowning.  When he was eventually pulled into the steam launch he was barely alive. Captain Douglas then headed for the nearer of the warships and after careful manoeuvring the sailor was taken aboard...he presently revived. Next day a signal flew from the mast-head of one of the men-of-war....requesting the attendance of Captain Douglas on board....all hands were piped and the First Lieutenant in their presence expressed his gratitude for the heroic rescue performed by the launch. Watching through our glasses he said we were astonished how quickly you got him out of the sea in such rough weather. In conclusion he handed Captain Douglas a purse of money collected by the ship’s company as a tribute of appreciation.  Captain Douglas, replying stated that he had heard that the young man who had lost his life was the sole supporter of his mother in England, and requested the lieutenant present the money to the mother on his return to England. This was agreed and three hearty cheers were given for Douglas’s gallantry and seamanship.” 
In 1896, after several years  on land gold mining with his Douglas Mining and Prospecting Company, William borrowed 1000 pounds sterling from his father Thomas  and went to Sydney were he purchased the steam tug Dunskey, which he sailed to Albany .
The family history tells another tale of a daring sea rescue this time in the Dunskey. 
“On July 12th, 1899, following a terrible gale, the sailing ship “City of York” ran onto Rottnest Island’s northern shore to become a total wreck. On the next day, in the Dunskey, William effected a daring rescue of the remaining crew still aboard the wreck, while his son Clem and Bill Riley manned the Dunskey beyond the rolling surf, William rowed his tiny 14ft (4.5 m) dinghy to the wreck and in several (some accounts three, others eight) perilous journeys laid his craft alongside the hull to save the surviving eight crew - and a cat. Recommended to the royal Humane Society for his bravery, he nonetheless received little more than the acclamation of his contemporaries for a courageous and very dangerous rescue.”
Several more incidents are recorded in the family history: William purchased and sailed a three masted barquentine “Iris”;  moved into ship building and  built a 5 ton timber steam launch “Perseverance”;  cut and exported she-oak timber to Europe; salvaged wrecked vessels (ships) before settling down to more “prosaic activities” in the 1920s, building a 45ft long lighter (wooden barge). Emma his wife died in 1929; William  died three years later in 1932. 
Captain Frederick Douglas, Master Mariner, was an “early trader on the south coast. Fred owned and operated the schooner Agnes, which was wrecked in a storm at Bremer Bayin 1890 and the topsail schooler Grace Darling, which gave stirling service to the south coastal hamlets before her sale, and eventual wrecking off Lanceline in 1914."
Like his brother William he saved many lives at sea:
“Fred was to figure greatly in the rescue of over 200 passengers and crew from the steamer Rodondo which was wrecked on Pollock Reef on the south coast in October 1894. But for his presence, it is most likely that there would have been few survivors of this dramatic shipwreck.”
                                                                            
  ~


Reading these stories, I cannot help but wonder, what would my mariner ancestors, the good Captain’s Douglas, saviours of many lives at sea, have thought of the shipwrecks reported in the modern day online press? The “ghost boats” that sink at night, and the men women and children all lost? Would they have set out to help? If they had rescued the drowning, though, and brought them to shore, then what would happen to them? 
It’s impossible to say, of course. Meanwhile, the circular patterns of history continue.
On my paternal grandfather’s English side of the family we may be descended from another sea faring mob of boat people who invaded England in the 8th century - the Vikings- which is where the surname comes from (Skilbeck in Norweigian means house by a stream). Although another story has it that many hundreds of years ago some blight threatened the Yorkshire village of Skilbeck and its occupants dispersed each taking Skilbeck as their surname as an identifier of where they came from.
Yesterday, I received a letter with news that my London-born nephew, who runs a scuba diving business in a coastal hamlet in WA, is taking qualifications that will lead to him being able to captain a ship...
With so much salt in the family veins, no wonder the ghost boats are circling my mind, ghosts of the future past, their phantom passengers calling out for help, before they hit the rocks.






References.

Quoted text from ' The Family of Thomas and Phoebe Douglas in Western Australia and the descendents of John Duglas b.1731. ' Compiled by Bob Douglas, Kendenup, Western Australia, June 2011. Second Edition.



Clan Douglas - Wikipedia






Jamais Arrière Douglas. Clan Douglas crest








Clan Douglas Tartan:






Clan Douglas  History:






Clan Douglas  Castles:

http://www.scotlandinoils.com/clan/Clan-Douglas.html.