Uu is for – Unbelievable that my Uu post disappeared.

It sure is almost Unbelievable that my “Uu is for – Underground Mutton“, for the Gould Family History Through the Alphabet challenge, has disappeared. Seems it has flown off into the blogosphere and may never come back again.

Hopefully it will fly back … and I’ll be able to repost my memories of the sounds of “Rabbeto” echoing down my street back in the late 1940’s.

However, in the meantime I’ll share this video of  Gladys Bond, at the age of 100, describing her rememberings of Underground Mutton/Rabbits in South Australia, way back then.

Also have to share this fun poem I found on the Camp Oven Cooking and Camping in Australia Chat Boards from “Furphy”. 

Underground Mutton

Well I’ve tried it in cooking
Prepared every way
And I’ve used all the spices
And stewed it all day

Used curry and stuffing
Tried baking and frying
But the taste of that rabbit
It just wasn’t dying

You could crumb it with breadcrumbs
Or roll it in flour
But the underground mutton
Taste lingered for hours

They say it’s pure protein
Well mate I don’t even care
But don’t ask me for dinner
If rabbit’s the fare

Cheers Furphy

Reckon that Furphy should have had a “chinwag” with my mum, or consulted the South Australian “Green and Gold Cookery Book” advising that rabbit/underground mutton should be soaked in salt water or other concotions to reduced the strong “gamey taste”.

In  closing I’ll share my mum’s yummeee recipe for Curried Rabbit from the “Green & Gold”, Page 40, Thirsty First Edition.

Fry two sliced onions until brown in one tablespoonful full of hot dripping; peel, core and grate one apple and add to onion; mix one tablespoon of curry powder with with two cups of water; add one quarter teaspoon of salt; add to and boil with onion and apple; chop one tablespoon of stoned raisins and add when the curry is boiling with one rabbit cut into neat joints. Simmer gently for two hours; and 10 minutes before serving add one tablespoon of flour and the strained juice of half a lemon. – S.R.Smith Congregational Manse, Kadina, South Ausralia.

I’ve never cooked Underground Mutton/ Rabbit myself but, as a child, LOVED my mum’s Curried Rabbit and never forgot her advice to look closely at the tail of a rabbit before purchasing it for my Cookpoti.e. a rabbit has a tail vertebrae which slowly reduces in size. If the tail has been chopped off it may be a cat.  😦  


Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel

Tt is for – Time Line, Time Walk and Tony Robinson

Can’t begin to say how happy I was to read that Tony Robinson is doing a TV Time Line/ Time Walk in Adelaide, South Australia. Whooo Hooo!!! Gives me the opportunity to share, on the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge, that not all of Australia was a convict settlement and broaden people’s thinking about why Australian’s are often seen as anti-authoritarian”. Come walk with me, eh???


Wikipedia describes how South Australia had a different mode of “Colonisation” to the rest of Australia. The South Australian Colonisation Act stated that “802,511 square kilometres would be allotted to the colony and it was to be “convict free”. Instead of granting free land to settlers, the land would be sold and the money raised would be used to transport settlers/ labourers free of charge.

“Dissenters” from the established “Church of England” were amongst the  first South Australian colonists and encouraged, and funded, others seeking relief/escape, from religious persecution to emigrate to this “Utopia in the South.”  Both Protestant non-conformists and Catholics were subjected to active discrimination in England from the 16th Century. Many Germans/ Prussians were also  drawn to South Australia, seeking religious freedom. The ” Bound for South Australia” website tells that these “dissenters” constituted a much higher population than those in other Australian colonies.  

Those who claim all Australians tend to be “Anti-authoritatian” because of their convict roots have missed this crucial part of the picture. i.e. The settlement/ European colonisation of South Australia and the settler’s determination to separate Church and State. 

So, back to Tony Robinson and his “Time Walk”  TV programme. Goodonya Tony and thanks to the South Australian Advertiser, for the info.

Given that South Australia was “settled by dissenters” it does not surprise me, at all, that South Australia led the nation with:

* Votes for women, including the right to stand for Parliament, and the first woman, Mrs Benny, to enter local Govt in Australia (1919).

* Dame Roma Mitchell, the first Australian woman  to be: a Judge, a Queen’s Counsel, a Chancellor of an Australian University, Governor of an Australian State.

* First crematorium in the South Hemisphere, built at the West Terrace Cemetery, South Australia in 1902. 

* The first Act, in Australia, prohibiting discrimination – “The 1966 Prohibition of Discrimination Act”, which started the ball rolling here in Australia.

* The first Australian publication by an Aboriginal author, David Unaipon born 28 Sep 1872 at the Port McLeay Mission, South Australia. He is commemorated on our Australian $50 note.

… and so many other “firsts” eg. The first metal mine in Oz (1841), the first Croquet Club, the first major long-distance telephone call etc … but most important of all, in my opinion, is that South Australia has so often led the way with legislation to address discrimination …

Bit of a pain that I don’t have Cable TV so won’t get to see the programme, but no worries. Happy that Tony Robinson will awaken some people’s interest in our unique South Australian history and honour our pioneering “dissenters”.  


 Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel   

Ss – is for Sailing South and Single

Did Amelia and John know each other back home in Wedmore, Somerset, England? Was it Serendipity that they travelled separately, and single, to a new life in South Australia and then met and married “within the blink of an eye”?  Did they travel separately to avoid detection or is there a simpler explanation? Some things we can only wonder about as we explore the lives of our Ancestors. In this post to the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge it’s a pleasure to share a little of the lives of my children’s paternal Great Great Grandparents, John and Amelia Hembury, when they chose to emigrate and create a life far from their homeland. Am also delighted to introduce the amazing book “A 300 Year History of the Hembury Family”, which has been a long time in the making and is soon to be released.


The history of Wedmore, the birth place of both John and Amelia Hembury/ Hembry, goes way back to the Iron Age and, as I understand it, the Hemburys have been an integral part of this rather small community, in Britain, for many hundreds of years. So it seems rather unlikely that John and Amelia did not know each other before both deciding to emigrate to South Australia separately and within about 5 weeks of each other.

John (aged 23) left the shores of Britain, from Plymouth aboard the “Adamant”, as a single man & Government assisted migrant on 4 Jul 1863. He arrived at Port Adelaide, South Australia on 25 Sep 1863.

Amelia (aged 15) left her homeland with her sister Jane (aged 16) aboard the “Sir John Lawrence” arriving in Port Adelaide just 6 weeks later – 30 October 1863. 

Within 6 weeks of Amelia’s arrival in South Australia she and John were wed in the beautiful “Holy Trinity Church”, North Terrace, Adelaide, South Australia – 17 Dec 1868.

Amelia and John Hembry/Hembury had 16 children – 9 survived infancy. Their sixth child, William Henry Hembury, is my children’s Great Grandfather.

William Henry Hembury married Emma (Amy) Kowalick at the residence of Amy’s mother Mary Ann (Forster) Kowalick at Margaret Street, North Adelaide, South Australia on 25 Dec 1894 and they celebrated their 50th Wedding Anniversary in 1944. Within a few years both “passed on” and share a burial place in the Dudley Park Cemetery, South Australia.

Amelia Hembury(c)K.Francis

William Henry and Emma had 3 children; Mary Eveline, Vera Adeline and Beatrice Amy Hembury. Mary Eveline, known as “Ev“, is our Nana Andy, my children’s great grandmother, on their father’s side, and a very special lady indeed.

Enough now about who is related to whom… except to say that when Amelia and John Hembury/Hembry decided to sail south and create a whole new life here, in the Antipodes, their descendants have never forgotten that their origins go way back to Wedmore, Somerset, England.

Kay Francis has been working, for 16 years now, on compiling detailed documentation of our Hembury Family which takes us back 300 years. The book “A 300 Year History of the Hembury Family” has grown to 461 colour/ black and white A4 paqes with many pictures, anecdotes etc. to enthral and intrigue. I can hardly wait to get my hands on it 🙂

Here’s how to order a copy:

PLEASE NOTE:   Postage to UK and USA  (on top of price of book)
                             – $30 Sea Mail and takes 3 months
                             – $50 Air Mail (which includes a surcharge for customs declaration, payable on Air Mail only) and takes 3-10 days.

Here in info about the book launch and reunion:

 Am so looking forward to the publishing of the book, and the family reunion and pleased to be given the opportunity to put our Nana Andy’s “Hembury line” into this publication. Sincere thanks to all whom have helped with this GIGANTIC task 🙂

Maybe we’ll catch up at the Book Launch/ Reunion on 25 Nov 2012? … Sure hope so.


Copyright © 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel

A exciting re-telling of the daring rescue/ escape of 6 Fenians organised by “Clan na Gael”, on the American ship the “Catalpa”, after being imprisoned in Fremantle Jail, Western Australia from 1868 to 1876. It was the last convict voyage to Australia.  Enjoy…

“Come all you screw warders and jailers,
Remember Perth Re-gatta Day.
Take care of the rest of your Fenians,
Or the Yankees will steal them away”



In 1866 Fenians, members of the Irish Republic Brotherhood, were arrested. Among the military Fenians prisoners were Robert Cranston, Thomas Darragh, Michael Harrington, Thomas Hassett, Martin Hogan, John O’Reilley and James Wilson. In mid-October 1867 the 7 were among 63 Fenians sent to Freemantle Prison in Western Australia. They arrived on  January 19, 1868 aboard the Hougougmont, the last convict voyage to Australia. Ashore the Fenians were greeted by guards, ready to escort them to “The Establishment“. While they would suffer physically, Cranston, Darragh, Harrington, Hassett, Hogan and Wilson held up under the stress. The same couldn’t be said of O’Reilly, whose mental state was poorly. He tried to commit suicide, but as he lay dying in the desert a fellow prisoner found him. In early 1869 Father Patrick McCabe, who held secret Fenians loyalties, decided it was time to take action. McCabe and another man paid…

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Rr is for – Rhizome

It’s a great pleasure to introduce my first guest blogger, Dr Chad Sean Habel, who also happens to be my youngest child 🙂  Chad willingly offered to share his view, on the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge, of the rhizome as a most helpful way of describing our family connections.  Over to you Chad…


We all know the metaphor of the “family tree”, “digging for your roots”, and so on, and it’s a very alluring way to think about our ancestry. But what if your family tree doesn’t grow straight? What if it has holes, or gaps, or roots that pop up in unexpected places and don’t fit the “normal” model of a nuclear family or European dynasty? Well, thinking of your family tree as more of a rhizome might help.

The idea of the rhizome is taken from French theorists Gilles Deleuze and Felix Guattari, and it is usually used to describe language, knowledge and society, but it seems also to apply to ancestry. One of the things my PhD thesis explored was the way that ancestry can motivate such different thoughts and feelings. For example, it is often (perhaps usually) the case that ancestry is a positive reclamation of our family’s past, and that it puts us in touch with those we have been cut off from. It’s about redemption, discovery, a wonderful inclusion of that which has been forgotten, sometimes wilfully. This model of ancestry is inclusive, flexible, and dynamic.

However it must also be acknowledged that ancestral identification can lead to exclusion, racism, and worse (as we have seen in the Holocaust and so on). This is a conception of identity which is binary: us and them, either you’re in or you’re out. Incidentally, this aligns with many forms of national identity too. How is it that essentially the same thing (ancestry) can lead to such different outcomes? I started looking for a model to help explain it and stumbled across the notion of the rhizome. Put simply, a rhizome is a form of plant that grows like bamboo or grass, across the surface of the ground (unlike a tree).

 Source: http://www.sciy.org/2009/03/10/the-evolution-of-discourse-rhizomes-a-thousand-plateaus/

It’s perhaps easier to explain by beginning with the opposite of the rhizome: aborescence. Plants that have an aborescent structure have roots (there’s a familiar metaphor!) that go deep into the ground, then a strong trunk capped off by a canopy of trees. This type of ancestry is linear, hierarchical, binary, and characterised by deep internal structures. Aborescent ancestry is about authenticity, purity, a sense of belonging that is denied to those who fail to qualify. It struck me that if we see our ancestry like this, we are more inclined to look back for a sense of “pure” origins that may exclude those who don’t fit that model of purity. Tragically this is what so often happens: those who are not legitimised in the culture of the time (through no fault of their own) are excluded from the family or national story – or sometimes they exclude themselves! The Australian tradition of “Hiding the Stain” by rejecting or excising convict ancestors from memory is a good example of this kind of aborescence.

On the other hand, if we see ancestry as a rhizome, we see that it can follow any pathway (Deleuze and Guattari would call this desire). We realise real families don’t fit “normal” structures: they include multiple marriages, children born out of wedlock, international connections, interracial marriages, same-sex relationships: basically much more than the so-called “nuclear family”. To me this is just a better way of understanding our personal origins: families are dynamic, interesting, messy, complex, non-linear and bridge all kinds of gaps in a good way. In its most radical form, a rhizomatic conception of identity might allow us to include people who don’t even have the same biological connection that we usually require: in this way, my second cousin Rani (who is lucky to have two loving dads) is just as much a part of anyone with that pure “blood” connection.

The Luciani-Crout family – Jan 2011 (c)Allan Luciani-Crout

By loving rhizomes I am saying I want to live in a world where we do respect family connections and they are preserved and seen as important, but that those connections don’t have to be defined in an exclusivist way. Love the rhizome: revel in its messiness, its complications, the way it resists categorisation and submission to the authority of logic. Because families come in all shapes and sizes.


Author bio:

Chad Habel had the good fortune to be brought up by the best Mum in the world. (Chad’s words, not mine 😀 )  He studied at the Flinders University, South Australia, completed a PhD on ancestry in literature and now works in the School of Education at the University of Adelaide. In his spare time he nurtures a healthy preoccupation with video games and their potential to support learning.


Further References:

We are family
, by Kate Legge. The Australian 12 Jan 2011. http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/features/we-are-family/story-e6frg8h6-1225986408817 

AUSTRALIA’S BIRTHSTAIN  the startling legacy of the convict era by Babette Smith. 2008. Allen & Unwin. ISBN 978 1 74114 604 2 (hbk)


Copyright © 2012. Dr Chad Sean Habel  

Qq is for – Quandary

Oh, what a Quandary I’ve been in, over the past couple of days, but happily not of the unpleasant kind. In this post for the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet Challenge”  it’s a delight to share my most recent and incredibly delightful quandary. The question/ dilemma/ puzzle has been to decide which of the very worthy applicants for a KIVA loan would “kick start” me as a Kiva lender in an ongoing Memorium to my precious mum. What a delightful, and delicious dilemma, to be in, eh? …


The sadness is always upon me that mum is no longer here to “chew the fat” with … do “the ins and outs of… every little thing you can think of” with, get grumpy with, laugh and make-up with and always the sharing of the family stories. 

It was a shock to realise that it’s now five years since I’ve felt mum’s loving arms around me, was about to fall into a wailing heap on the Anniversary of her death and then it seemed that her voice came to me … “don’t be maudlin’ Catherine!!!” Within a split second I saw the way forward. A way to overcome my sadness and deal with these seemingly endless feelings of loss. A KIVA loan, in mum’s memory!!! … now I was smiling again.

I’ve read about the “Genealogists for Families” KIVA team, relate to their Motto: “We loan because we care about families (past, present and future)”, decided it was a good idea but never got around to doing anything about it until I got “the message” from mum on the 5th Anniversary of her death and could see her acting out her mother’s rather rude response to the plaintive weepings and wailings of the child mum was back in the early 1930’s when she’d be saying to Nana “I wish……..”

OK … with my mind now made up but feeling a little unsure about how to go about it remembered that Pauleen, in her “Family History Across the Seas” blog, wrote about the process some time ago so checked this out too and was ready to fly!!!

Then came my Quandary and the delicious and delightful dilemma of choosing who would be the first recipient?  The KIVA website made it so easy. On the left hand sidebar I simply indicated the type of person and their aspirations that mum would most like to support. Up popped a couple of likely recipients but it was Lizzbeth Marisol, from Peru, whom I decided on and am sure that mum would be well pleased.

Lizzbeth Marisol was requesting a loan of $400 to help cover the cost of processing and obtaining her B.A. Degree in Accounting and also purchase books, learning materials to pursue further studies in languages to help progress her career opportunities. The KIVA website provided more information about Lizzbeth, her family life, study and work history and within the blink of an eye knew that Lizzbeth was mum’s choice.

Kathleen Mary (Allan) Crout, 1956 (c) C.A.Crout-Habel

Mum was always passionate about education and insistent that girls’ should have the same educational opportunities as boys. Happily another 11 people joined me, with a small loan to Lizzbeth, and she now has the $400 to continue her education.

May you forever R.I.P. my precious mum, Kathleen Mary (Allan) Crout.



 Copyright © 2012. C.A.Crout-Habel

Pp is for – H.M.S Pantaloon


Never in my wildest of dreams could I have imagined that I’d find a “hero” in my Ancestry, but there he is John Thomas Crout, on my dad’s side. A heroic and highly regarded Master in the British Navy during the reign of Queen Victoria. Have written already about my Mysterious Musicians and Mariners” in the Gould “Family History Through the Alphabet Challenge”.  This post focusses on the “derring do on the high seas” of one of these Mariners, John Thomas Crout the Master of the “HMS Pantaloon”, during the capture of the Slave ship “Borboleto” off the coast of Africa in 1845.


On 25 Mar 1807 British Royal assent was given to a Bill for the total abolition of the British slave trade on and after 1st January 1808″.

Initially the deterrent, for slave-dealing, was little more than a monetary penalty which was totally ineffective. Gradually the punishments were increased and, in 1824, the offence was declared to be “piracy” and punishable by death. However, in 1837, it was changed to “transportation for life” and a

“A squadron of small vessels supposed to be suited for the purpose was forthwith equipped and sent to the African coast, to capture slavers wherever they could be found north of the equator…” 

My Great great grandfather’s brother, John Thomas Crout, was the Master of one of these vessels, the “HMS Pantaloon”. 

The following is a direct quote from the book, “OUR SAILORS. Gallant Deeds of the British Navy During the Reign of Queen Victoria”, page 149 … with it’s first publication in 1862.


H.M.S. Pantaloon, ten-gun sloop, Commander Wilson had been for two days in chase of a large slave-ship, and succeeded in coming up with her becalmed, about two miles off Lagos, on the 26th May 1845. The cutter and two whale boats were sent under the command of the first lieutenant, Mr. Lewis D.T.Prevost, with the master, Mr. J.T.Crout, and the boatswain, Mr. Pasco, some marines and seamen, amounting to about thirty altogether to make a more intimate acquaintance with the stranger. The pirate gave the boats an intimation of what they were to expect as they neared, by opening on them a heavy fire round of shot, grape, and canister, in spirited a style, that after returning the compliment by a volley of musketry, the boats prepared for hard work. Animated by the show of resistance, each boat now emulated the other in reaching the enemy, the pirate continuing a sharp fire as they steadily advanced, the marines as briskly using their muskets. In half a hour from the discharge of the first gun from the slaver, the boats of the Pantaloon were alongside;  Lieutenant Prevost and Mr. Pasco on the starboard, and Mr. Crout, in the cutter, on the port side. The pirate crew, sheltering themselves as much as possible, nevertheless continued to fire the guns, loading them with all sorts of missiles, bullets, nails, lead, etc.; and, amidst a shower of these, our brave sailors and marines dashed on board. Lieutenant Prevost and his party, in the two boats, were soon on the deck of the prize. The master boarded on the port bow, and, despite the formidable resistance and danger, followed by one of his boat’s crew, actually attempted to enter the port as they were firing the gun from it. He succeeded in getting through, but his seconder was knocked overboard by the discharge. The gallant fellow, however, nothing daunted was in an instant up the side again, taking part with the master, who was engaged in a single encounter with one or two of the slaver’s crew. Having gained the deck after a most determined resistance, they now encountered the pirates hand to hand, when the cutlass and bayonet did the remainder of the work. Lieutenant Prevost finally succeeded in capturing the vessel, but the pirates fought desperately; and it was not until seven of their numver lay dead on the deck, and seven or eight more were severely wounded, that they ran below and yielded. In the encounter, two British seamen were killed; the master, the boatswain, and five others were severely wounded. Lieutenant Prevost received immediate promotion.

So, there you have it …  I was so very surprised when ongoing research began to reveal all of these mariners/ seamen on my Dad’s side of the family. I learnt that this John Thomas Crout, like his father before him and of the same name, was also a Master in the Royal Navy. It was only because of info from Geoff, who is a direct descendant of Caroline Crout, the sister of both my Great great grandfather, Henry Edward Crout,  and also our heroic John Thomas Crout that this amazing Family History story has come to light and I can share and pass it on. Endless thanks Geoff, from all of us.

RESOURCES:  Cousin Geoff
http://books.google.com.au  capture of a slave ship
http://collections.rmg.co.uk/collections/objects/129022.html  to     purchase a copy of the Painting.


Copyright © 2012. C.A.Crout-Habel. Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family