The Heather
to
The Hawkesbury
by
Sheila Hunter
Winner of 1999
NSW Premiers Senior Citizen of the Year Award
Dedication
To our family -
who come before and prepared the way for us today!
and to my children -
who have yet to travel the path that was made for them!
Let us learn from each other.
Sheila Hunter
1924-2002
That future generations might know and those yet unborn: that they in turn might teach it to their children; So that they might put their confidence in God: and not forget His works but keep His commandments.
Psalm 78 v 6 , 7 NRSV the Bible.
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1st Edition Printed 2016
ISBN-13: 978-1503251434
ISBN-10: 1503251438
BISAC: Fiction / Historical / General
Cover Painting is
Joseph Lycet t (engraver)
English c.17751828, worked in Australia 181422
View of Windsor, Upon the River Hawkesbury, New South Wale s 1824
plate no. 15 i n Views in Australi a published by J. Souter, Londo n .
Hand-coloured aquatint 23.5 x 33.0 c m . State Library of Victoria, Melbourne (30328102131561/16)
Cover Photo insert, (edited) is both Of and Owned by,
Deb Cox and family.
Taken at Old Sydney Town, Somersby, NSW in 1980s
Editors Note:
The background to this story is gleaned from the authors own family history. Her Ancestors came from the Isle of Skye during the Highland Clearances and Potato Famine and were themselves Macdonalds who arrived in Melbourne Victoria on one of the Highland and Island Emigrations Society Ships..
Sheilas Macdonalds did not come to NSW nor were they farmers, they went to the Victorian goldfields and became storekeepers and undertakers. Her husbands family were also Bounty Immigrants as they were called and came from various parts of Scotland and Ireland. The McLeans came from the Isle of Mull, the Gibsons from Northern Ireland, but there were other families and they had very similar backgrounds to the characters in the story except most of them were totally illiterate to written English at least! They spoke nothing but Gaelic and had little or no manners of any known sort, let alone personal hygiene! They would use the same containers for both cooking and for bodily functions during the nights! They never washed either themselves or their clothing. They must have been very unpleasant to be around and yet it was these same people who settled the Northern areas of New South Wales and felled the trees, started the dairies and farmed the fertile flood plains around all the northern rivers.
This story follows a different class, a middle class of immigrants, educated and clean, far different from the majority of Highland settlers, but all had the same Highland Tenacity!
Thanks to Joan Harvey and Suzi Powter for help with proofreading and to Ellie Rugg (ne Powter) who let me sit and transcribe the manuscript on the day of her wedding and last but certainly not least, to my wonderful husband Stephen who has supported me in this project.
Sara Powter
Names and Ages on Scottish Families
on Departure from Skye.
Murdoch (42) & Mary Macdonald (41)
5 children: Malcolm(14), Duncan (12), Catherine(10), Mary Ann(5) & John (4)
Alec(38) & Margaret (Meg)(38) Fraser
(Marys friend Meg was Murdochs cousin)
6 children: Ian(14), Jennet, (12), Elizabeth(Effie)(10), Jamie(8), Kate(6) & Eliza(4)
Caroline (Caro) (33) & Alistair MacLeod (42)
( Murdoch Macdonalds Sister)
3 children; Donald(16), Ann (10), Jane (8)
Elspeth (35) & Fergus (40) MacKenzie
( Mary Macdonalds brother)
4 children: Hamish (14), Sara (12), Alison(10), & Susanna (6)
(see end for further Family Trees)
Table of Contents
Sheila Hunter Bio.
Musing - Prologue
I think Australia is going to the dogs and if we dont watch out therell be no Australia to live in.
Bill, give it a go! Every generation has said that the next is worse than the last.
I sat listening to my two brothers and it made me think about our country. I wonder what our forbears thought of this place when they came here. I imagine that the men would have taken it better than the women. I dont know, though ... when I think of old Aunt Jane and what a tough old girl she is. Eighty seven and her mind is still very sharp. I should really write a lot of her stories down before she goes and before I forget. I really must do it.
Sally, wake up, theres something boiling over on the stove.
I roused myself and hurried to the kitchen.
Bill, Ive just thought up a new project for myself.
Not another one, dear, laughed Bill, what is it this time?
Well, you and Chris started it, when you were talking about what this generation is doing to the land, building on the farm land and fracking underground and poisoning the water, and just look next door to see all that dust from the quarry killing our trees.
What are you going to do? Start a new political party?
No, Bill, I am not! Im going to write a book and tell the people what went into making this wonderful land of ours. You know our young are pitifully ignorant of what our ancestors did. Our own people came here over a hundred years ago and Ill bet there is a story or two in their doings. I must ask Aunt Jane if I can go through all that stuff in her old cedar chest
Go to it, girl, you may as well give it a try.
Right - good for the Macdonalds!
Chapter 1 - Hope and Plans
Isle of Skye, Scotland
Murdoch quickly looked out from his dry shelter, braced himself and went into the cold rain. He leaned into the wind and carefully picked his way down the road in the dark. It was very cold, but he smiled to himself and lightened his step as he went.
In a deep corner of his heart there lurked a doubt. Well he muttered to himself, the decision is made, we cannot turn back now.
Mary looked at the wet figure as he stood dripping just inside the door.
The word has come, my Mary, we are on our way.
In the dim light of the cottage Murdoch Macdonald saw his wife stiffen and pale. She sat down quickly, took a breath and smiled bravely at the man, seeing suppressed excitement in his eyes.
Tell me about it! was all she said.
The Laird received the papers today and The Society has booked passages for the four families. We all go together. Praise the Lord! You will be fortunate in having your brother and my sister with us, love, and the Frasers, too. Many have had to travel with strangers, but we will be a family party.
How long have we, Murdoch? Where do we go?
Wait, Lass, until I get my wet things off and well warm by the fire and Ill tell you.
During his brief absence in their sleeping quarters Mary was able to still her churning thoughts and was sitting waiting by the fire when he returned.
He placed some papers in her hands and said, These tell us that we leave on June 11th by steamer to Liverpool and there we stay in the Government depot until the ship, the Mistress Azure, sails to take us to Australia. So we have two months to prepare for it. The Laird has told me what to do and how to pack our things. Lady Macdonald, too said she would like to talk to you four lassies so she can help you plan the packing and what clothes you are to take. We must take some food with us on the voyage and things for cooking and eating. Life will be hard for some months, lass, but Im sure it will be worth it in the end.
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