Always the loving  Mum and Nana... here with Grand Daughter, Kirrily Ann, on her Special Day.

Always the loving Mum and Nana… here with Grand Daughter, Kirrily Ann, on her Special Day.

On this, the 6th Anniversary of my beautiful mum’s death, I’m remembering how my daughter, and I, sat with her and what a terrible “passing” it was. Also how cruelly she was abandoned for the final 10 years of her life, by some of her family, which almost broke her heart and now reading their platitudinous comments¬†is most distressing.

However, this little gem just floated to me from “cyberspace” and I’m laughing along with my precious mum, whose wicked sense of humour comes shining through…

Love ya mum and thanks for the cheerup

This time last year I made my first “KIVA loan” in Mum’s memory and chose to loan to a young woman in Peru to help pay for her continuing Education, which is what mum would love. You can read about it HERE.


It’s¬†a delight to know how very little money can make such a huge difference in another¬†person’s life and to see them paying it back month by month simply adds to the pleasure¬†and enables you to re-loan to another deserving person who just needs a bit of a¬†“leg up”.¬† ¬†

Why not give it a try… a $25 loan can do so¬†much. For¬†more info just go to the Genealogists for Families’ Project¬† and see how very easy it is.

May you forever REST IN PEACE Kathleen Mary (Allan) Crout
31 March 1925 Р6 September 2007




Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

The Port Adelaide “Ships’ Graveyards” and my Grandpa…


My Adelaide Northern District Family History Group posted this announcement of a coming event and I thought… OK I’ll go along and see what it’s all about. No way could I have imagined what a delightful, informative and fulfilling afternoon this would be.

Robyn Ashcroft’s passion for the topic was infectious as she drew us into that wonderful world of many of the ships who have found their final resting place in the “Ships Graveyards”¬† in Port Adelaide, South Australia.

The old¬†map Robyn put on the screen made my heart beat overtime… There was¬†Port Adelaide exactly the way it¬†was when I was a girl.¬† I looked at the triangle between the ¬†“Old Port Road” and the “Port Road” where my childhood home was… but is¬†all changed now.¬†The actual Port River, the Canal and the wharves – the area which is now the “Ships’ Graveyard”¬†was¬†largely a¬†revelation because I was raised to be a “good girl” and, of course,¬†“good girls” did not hang around the wharves, the ships and the sailors taking “shore leave.”

Port Adelaide - Ships' Graveyards

Confess that I fell in love with so many of those ships and delighted in the stories, and anecdotes, that Robyn shared.¬†This truly is a “Treasure Trove” and one of¬†which I was largely unaware¬†and suspect is true for¬†many South Australians.

If I were younger, and not so afraid of water, I sure would take up Robyn’s offer to go kayaking with her around the Graveyard as she provided¬†more info about the¬†working lives of¬† these irreplaceable¬†examples of our¬†maritime history.¬†Some were hard working drudges, some had exotic adventure across the seven seas and some¬†were “pleasure crafts” who plied the gulf taking¬†honeymooners and¬† families to previously¬†unseen places.

I¬†was absolutely¬†enthralled as Robyn described the working lives of many of the ships my Grandfather, a Port Adelaide Waterside Worker (wharfie), would have worked on.¬† Maybe one of those ships was the very one he was working to unload when a load “slipped” and he was thrown off the dock and¬†into the water?¬† The evidence of which he carried from then on with a pronounced limp.

However it was¬†Robyn’s information about the ketches, named the “Mosquito Fleet”, who plied the waters of South Australia skittering in an out, loading wheat etc, and then landing their cargo in places where there were no landing facilities which really provided the closest link with my maternal¬†Grandfather. It seems that these ketches¬†would come inland on a “high tide” and because they were flat bottomed and with a retractable kind of keel they would sit there ready to be unloaded when the tide went out, and when the tide changed they’d be off again, just like a mosquito skittering across the water.

It was at this point that I went all shivery and the memory of mum saying how my Grandpa used to drive the horses, and the dray, across the sands to unload the cargo finally made sense.¬† For years I’ve wondered what mum was actually talking about and wished I’d asked more questions and then “the penny dropped” thanks to the info from Robyn.

So, thanks again to the Adelaide Northern Districts Family History Group and Robyn Ashcroft for filling in¬†a little more of my family story, as well as the South Australian¬† Department for Environment and Heritage, Robyn Ashcroft’s former employer.




Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel. 

TROVE TUESDAY: On the day of my Nana’s birth…

Elizabeth Mary Allan (nee Murray)My Nana, Elizabeth Mary (Murray/ Evans) Allan was born in Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia, on 19 Sep 1892.¬† Nana was the third child of Eliza Jane Rowen, and Peter Murray, and the first¬†to survive the terrible living conditions in Broken Hill at that time…so, as the 121st Anniversary of her birth is fast approaching I decided to check with TROVE to¬†have a look at¬†the reported events¬†on the actual day she was born.

Through the wonders of¬†TROVE I’d already discovered that there was huge Industrial unrest, and a¬† miner’s strike, in which my Nana’s Uncle Andrew was involved a month after her birth. You can read about¬†this in¬†my “Scabs and Riots” post by clicking¬†here.

Banners. The Barrier Miner

The Barrier Miner, on the day Nana was born, reported that the Miner’s Strike in Broken Hill¬†was being supported as far away as¬†Sydney with some 10,000 people protesting and demonstrating.

TROVE. The strike. 19Sep1892

Advertisements, on that some day, show how some retailers were supporting the striking workers in helping them feed their families.

Trove. The Strike. Walsh

I have clear indications that “Walsh & Son” are most likely related, via marriage, to one of my Nana’s Aunts¬†but need to research further…

Trove The strike. same page advert

Thankyou TROVE for providing the information to help me re- construct the lives of my Ancestors, confirming some family stories whilst dispelling some of the myths.


Many thanks also to Amy Houston, of Branches, Leaves & Pollen, for initiating the TROVE TUESDAY Theme.  Please click HERE to visit Amy’s Blog and HERE to read the contributions of others.


Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

Musical Memories on Mother’s Day 2013…

My beautiful mum...

My beautiful mum…

Remembering my beautiful Mother… Kathleen Mary (Allan) Crout (31 Mar 1925 – 7 Sep 2007) and dedicating this enchanting song to her this Mother’s Day, 2013.

The lilting voice of  “Geraldine Sexton” drew my daughter, Kirrily Ann, and myself to Geraldine as she sat perched on a stone wall adjacent to the Bunratty Folk Museum in County Clare, Ireland in 1994…. My first visit to the land of our Ancestors.  This is for you mum…


My 2X Great Grandmother. Susan Kelleher

My 2X Great Grandmother. Susan Kelleher

Mum closely identified with our Irish Heritage which soon became part of my personal identification, through the stories passed down through the generations. We heard how the ship my Great Great Grandmother, Susan Kelleher, immigrated to South Australia on was wrecked as they were approaching their final destination. How everything she owned went down with the “Nashwauk”  and especially meaningful was hearing of Susan’s reluctance to leave her family, and her homeland… but that the effects of the “Potato Famine” made this a necessity.

I dedicate this song to my Susan Kelleher, born Country Clare, Ireland in 1836 and died in Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia on 9 Apr 1922 leaving behind three living daughters and one son, with three daughters deceased. “The grandchildren and great grandchildren number 71.”  Susan never did return to her native land.


Lastly I thank my precious children: Cullen Andrew, Jarren Vaughan (deceased), Kirrily Ann and Chad Sean Habel for enriching my life and loving me. This is for you my lovelies.



Copyright © 2013. Catherine Ann Crout-Habel.

Mothers, daughters and loss…

Today is the 60th Anniversary of the death of my maternal Grandmother, Elizabeth Mary (Murray, Evan) Allan, but it’s more than that. It’s about the love of a daughter for her mother and a deep sense of loss and¬†grief, when her mum died,¬†which never passed.

My mum... and her mum 2 years before Nana died (c) 2013. C.Crout-Habel

My mum… and her mum 2 years before Nana died (c) 2013. C.Crout-Habel

Growing up, my mum’s “Birthday Book” held great fascination. How I loved thumbing through, reading the poems about “Friendship”¬†and asking about people whose names appeared but were a complete mystery. This is how I came to learn that¬†mum had a brother, named Norman… although he was actually a half brother, and opened up a whole part of my Nana’s life which was previously unknown to me.

Copyright (c) 2013. Catherine Crout-Habel

Copyright (c) 2013. Catherine Crout-Habel

The “flyleaf”¬† was particularly fascinating for¬†in the hand of her Grandmother, Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray, is the dedication which¬†reads:

“to Kath

under that, in my mum’s teenage hand, is written:

“14 years” and as a mature woman she added the word “old”

(c) Copyright. 2013. C.Crout-Habel

(c) Copyright. 2013. C.Crout-Habel

It was, and still is, ¬†wonderful to see my great granmother’s writing but the stories which were prompted by this entry¬†are the real treasures.

Often when¬†thumbing through mum’s Birthday Book¬†I would pause to¬†read her writing, on the back pages, which all related to the death of her mum.¬†I have vague memories of my Nana in a BIG bed just off from our kitchen, which is where she died. She had been very ill for many years so she, and Grandpa, came to live with us.¬†Mum nursed, and cared for, her beloved mum until her dying day.

Interesting that this room later became named “the living room”,¬† was where in later years¬† the “tellie” was located and mum, dad, grandpa, my three brothers and I¬† “lived” out our family indoor leisure time… mmmhhh… but I digress.

All I can remember of that day was being sent down the street to spend the day with Mrs Edith Love whom we named “Lovebird”. She was a dear friend of both my Nana and mum and I spent lots of happy times in her kitchen, chatting, cooking and eating. The next I remember is dad coming over to “fetch us” and my youngest bro, and I, were last in the line as we trooped back home. I kept saying “Nana’s dead, I know it!!!” Malcolm kept crying and saying, “No, she isn’t!!!”.¬† This remembrance saddens me but, there you have it…

A few minutes later we were home,¬†traipsed through the kitchen where¬† the “rellies” were sitting around drinking tea and eating ??? … and on into the “living room” where we were taken to this huge “box” on stilts which I later learnt is called “a coffin“. We were then told to say “goodbye”¬†to our Nana. My last memory of Nana is that she looked very young and the six year old me decided that, like magic, death suddenly makes you young again. Now I realise that all that time we were away, the Undertaker must have been busy at work for mum writes that her beloved Mum died at 9.30p.m… which must have been the previous night.

It wasn’t until after sitting with my daughter by my own mum’s death bed, and trying to¬† comfort her during her dying hours, that the significance of those writings in her Birthday Book really hit home. Whilst my three brothers and sister-in-law were off making funeral¬†arrangements, and “forgetting” to include me, I read and re-read and cried and cried again at mum’s anguish¬†over the death of her own dear mother.¬† She wrote, just 4 days after Nana’s death:

Copyright (c) 2013. C. Crout-Habel

Copyright (c) 2013. C. Crout-Habel

‚ÄúMum died 7th Jan. 1953. She passed away approx 9.30pm. Just passed away quietly in her sleep. I cannot believe she is gone forever. I miss her so – every where I look or turn I am reminded of her in so many ways. I try not to cry now, but my sorrow is so deep. I am crying inside, I do not want her back to suffer as she did in her last days but then I think of how lonely I am and then with all my heart & soul I cry out for just one more word to hear mum say my name or just to hold her hand or Kiss her dear face. Will this sorrow lesssen¬†as time goes by or will I always feel so heavy hearted – Jan 11th 1953‚ÄĚ

So Nana and Mum… the story is told. Trusting that you are both happy with my telling of it and are off¬†having a ‚Äúrollicking‚ÄĚ good time with Jarren Vaughan, and ‚ÄúSilver‚ÄĚ…


My mum was only 28 years old when her mum died and I was 61. Mum had four young children at the time, the youngest being only four, whilst my three were all grown up and with children of their own yet still I cry out, at night, just to feel her arms around me and to ‚Äúchew the fat‚ÄĚ one more time.

Luvya mum and still miss you more than I can even begin to say but happy that you are now re-united with your own dear mum.

4 Generations - Front: me & my great granmother. Back: mum and her mum (c) C.Crout-Habel

4 Generations – Front: me & my great granmother. Back: mum and her mum (c) C.Crout-Habel


Copyright © Catherine Ann Crout-Habel

Happy Anniversary Mum and Dad

Wedding Bells

Remembering my dearly loved mum and dad on this,
the 71st Anniversary of their Wedding Day


Harry Scarborough Crout                               Kathleen Mary Allan
born Leeds, Yorkshire, England                     born Port Adelaide, South Australia
4 March 1912                                                 31 March 1925
died Campbelltown, South Australia             died Burton, South Australia
18 Jan 2007                                                  7 Sep 2007

Adelaide, South Australia, Australia
22 December 1941

Wedding Day 22 Dec 1941. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Day 22 Dec 1941. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Off on the Honeymoon (c) C.Crout-Habel

Off on the Honeymoon (c) C.Crout-Habel

Honeymooning at Gumeracha and The Gorge, South Australia. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Honeymooning at Gumeracha and The Gorge, South Australia. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Card (c) C.Crout-Habel

Wedding Card (c) C.Crout-Habel

Open it up and look inside….

Fom the "Mother of the Bride, my Nana, Elizabeth Mary (Murray) Allen. (c) C.Crout-Habel

Fom the “Mother of the Bride, my Nana, Elizabeth Mary (Murray) Allen. (c) C.Crout-Habel


Copyright © 2012. Catherine A. Crout-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

Nn is for – No News on the “Nashwauk” anchor

Hopefully the old proverb “No news is good news” will prove to be correct regarding the whereabouts, and well-being, of the “Nashwauk” anchor. The plan has always been that this “Family History Through the Alphabet” post would be titled, “News on the Nashwauk anchor”,¬†as a follow up to my initial post “Safe Return of the ‘Nashwauk’ anchor”, but I’ve been forced to change the¬†plan because, try as I might, no news is forthcoming.

My Susan, one of the people for¬†whom this Blog is named, arrived in South Australia in a “bride ship”, the “Nashwauk”. It ran aground/ was wrecked off our south coast¬†on 13 May 1855. You can read about the wreck, the¬†young Irish girls carried ashore on the backs of sailors and¬†the recovery of the ship’s anchor,¬†some 70 years later, by clicking HERE. You will also read about the sterling work of¬†the Australian National Museum, under the direction of¬†Dr Reid, in restoring and putting¬†the anchor¬†on display last year¬†as part of the splendid¬†Irish in Australia Exhibition titled, “Not Just Ned”.

With my 3 brothers, mum and the Nashwauk Anchor circa 1954. (c) 2012. C.Crout-Habel

After following up the¬†concerns of a number of people I was delighted to report, in April 2012,¬†that the anchor was safely back in¬†South Australia, there would be a “consultation process”¬†re: it’s eventual placement and all was well with the world. That was four months ago. The last news I had, from the person in charge of the Project, was¬†two¬† months ago and his advice was:

“No news as yet just waiting on engagement strategy to be signed off from Senior Management. Will let you know when I have something to show you.”

With this blog post coming up I contacted¬†him about three weeks ago and no reply. Then I wrote to the Lady Mayor of the City of Onkaparinga¬†advising of the situation and that I had a Blog post waiting to be written. Ms Rosenberg’s reply was immediate in letting me know that this gentlemen had left the employ of the council and¬†she would follow up on my request. Hearing nothing further, for almost 2 weeks,¬†I emailed again and was informed:

“I am waiting for a staff response.”

So, yesterday I rang the Moana Caravan Park, whom I understood had the “Nashwauk”¬†anchor in their safe-keeping, and was told they knew nothing other than that the Council was planning to consult with the public. grrr… My next “port of call” was the receptionist at the Council and, “bless her little cotton socks”, Crystal was the first person who talked any sense¬†and actually got some action happening.¬†Within half an hour the young woman, who had taken on the Senior Project Manager’s job, was on the phone to me. She had only started work the previous day but was meeting with her manager the next day (today) and that was high on her list of priorities for discussion. I was assured she would phone, or email, immediately after the meeting. The silence is deafening.

So, there you have it folks. It’s now been 2 years since our Anchor was taken to share with the rest of Australia and I’m losing patience.¬†It may be said that “No news is good news” but, for me…

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

Jj – is for Jolly Jokes and Jokesters

Do it again!!!… Do it again!!!…” the four year old me would shriek as Uncle Ray took off his finger, then plonked it back on again. This week’s Gould’s “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge I dedicate to all our Ancestral “Jolly Jokesters” who filled the lives of family and friends with fun and laughter as they shared their Jokes, Japes and Jolliness.


1951-1953 FX Holden Ute

Uncle Ray wasn’t “really” my Uncle but the husband of mum’s much loved cousin Patricia (Pat) Behenna. How I loved those Sunday “arvo” visits and waited with joyful anticipation, at the front fence, for Uncle Ray’s “ute” to pull up and the man himself to¬†climb out. That was another¬†exciting thing about Uncle Ray – his “ute”. No-one else had such a fun car which I so loved to go driving in.

To me Uncle Ray was truly a “giant of a man”… full of fun, laughter and jokes and never too busy “chinwagging”, with the “grown ups”, to get down on his knees and delight¬†all the¬†“tin-ribs” with his new Jokes and the patient re-telling of the old. Forever a curious child, I can still see and feel Uncle Ray’s rough, workman’s finger which he happily proffered for close in-spection. I finally came to the conclusion that the secret to his “magic finger” lay in the mole above the knuckle of his right fore-finger. Of course that was how he could take his finger off and put it back on again!!!

Then there’s Auntie Maggie and Auntie Hilda (my mum’s Aunts), who would often join us on our regular “Sunday drives” in the Adelaide Hills. They delighted in pointing out the cows who were born with legs shorter on one side so they could stand and graze of the hillsides, and the round concrete¬†platforms where “the King and Queen danced” when they came to Australia. The gullble child in me believed all their¬†“stories”. How well I remember mum chastising Auntie Maggie who loved to say “yum, yum, lamb chops!!!” when we’d see new born lambs frolicking in the paddocks so, behind¬†mum’s back, she’d simply roll her eyes and lick her lips. We children would screech with laughter and Auntie Maggie would “act the innocent” which made us laugh all the more. I still wonder at the meaning of “A Wig Wam for a Gooses Bridle/Bridal” which was the Aunts’ reply when choosing not to answer a question.

Who could ever forget my beloved Grandpa’s¬†“party trick”? He would cut up those thin¬†“cigarette papers” fringe the edge, lick the “sticky side”, glue them to is eyelids and just sit quietly waiting for someone to comment. Everyone would ignore him and me, the ever observant/ “sticky beak” of a child¬† would wait and watch to see which adult would finally give in and say, “Fred, take those off!!!”. Of course, he¬†would “act the innocent”. Mmmh… whatever happened to all those coins we KNOW were in the “Chrissie Pud”? You can read about that here.

Last, but not least, is my mum‘s delight in “April Fool’s Day” jokes. She’d be the first up every morning, all “bright eyed and bushy tailed” and I,¬† the proverbial¬†“night owl” and a hopeless “sleepy head”, was “just ripe for the picking.” Every year mum would catch me out but one year, in particular, remains stuck in my “memory box”. Stumbling out to breakfast I took the plate off my cereal bowl, vaguely wondering why mum had put a plate there and in the bottom of the bowl sat the note “APRIL FOOL”.¬†For years I kept reliving my teenage outrage and complaining, but that’s not FAIR mum… it’s not even a JOKE!!!”¬† My gorgeous mum would just smile, say not a word and continue on with whatever she was doing. Ahhh… luvya and still miss ya mum xxx.

I wonder who were¬†the Jolly Jokesters in your Family line and what¬†the Jokes are¬†that remain part of your own family folk-lore?… Perhaps it’s you who is today’s family Jokester with Jolly Jokes, of your own,¬†which will pass down through time?¬† ūüôā


SOURCES: Thankyou to Richard Lewis for the picture of the 1951-53 Holden FX Ute.

Copyright ¬© 2012. Catherine Crout-Habel. “Seeking Susan ~ Meeting Marie ~ Finding Family¬†¬†

Gg – is for Grave concerns…

Family History Through the Alphabet

Ever tried to stop your great grannie from being dug up, her bones squeezed into a tiny box, being replaced and a stranger plonked on top?… a matter for grave concern indeed and my topic for this week’s “Family History Through the Alphabet” challenge.


It took many, many long years to¬†locate the “final resting place” of Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray born at Armagh (near Clare), South Australia, on 1 May¬†1867 and died in Adelaide, South Australia, on¬†26 Jul 1955. She was the fifth daughter of “my Susan” – Susan Kelleher from County Clare, Ireland whose “Bride Ship”, the “Nashwauk”, was wrecked off the coast of South Australia, 13 May 1855. Her father was¬†Timothy Rowen who arrived at Port Adelaide, aboard the Utopia on 9 Jul 1858,¬†with his¬†two brothers, and sister-in-law. Timothy was¬†Susan’s¬†2nd husband also¬†from County Clare, Ireland.

Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray – (c) C.Crout-Habel

On 3 Jan 1886, at St Peters Catholic Church, Gladstone (near Laura), South Australia, Eliza Jane married Peter Murray, a new arrived Irishman from County Cork. Shortly after marrying, the newly-weds moved to Broken Hill, New South Wales, where Peter, Walter and Elizabeth Mary Murray (my Nana) were born. Nana was the first of their children to survive. Six years later the family moved back to Laura and 8 more children were born. Eliza Jane finished her days living happily with her youngest son Vic, his wife Jessie and their 4 children; Dulcie, Peter, Helen and Suzanne at Cheltenham, South Australia.

4 Generations. Bottom: Catherine & Eliza Jane. Top: Kathleen & Elizabeth (c) C.A.Crout-Habel

After a long and productive life, my Great Grandmother died at the home of her daughter, Hilda (Murray, Mundy) Steinle, in Clapham, South Australia. It was 26 Jul 1955 and¬†just 2 short years after the death of her eldest daughter (my Nana)¬†when Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray was¬†“laid to rest”¬†at Cheltenham Cemetery, South Australia, Australia. Her gravesite featured strongly in my chilhood and¬†loomed large¬†in mum’s memories… why?¬† Her voice would thicken, and tears would fall, as she spoke of the behaviour of the priest;

“It was terrible Catherine… it started to rain… that man jabbered and he raced through it and he jumped over her open grave to get out of the¬† rain”.

So distraught, and distressed, was mum over this lack of respect for “such a devout and pious woman”, I can only guess at what she would be thinking now, 56 years later, as I do battle to stop this very same grave, finally¬†located only¬†just last year,¬†from being desecrated.

The problem is that the 50 year¬†lease expired 7 years ago and, if it’s no re-newed, the grave will be reused.¬†However, the “grant holder” is my great Uncle Andy who died in 1972. My present task is to go through the designated list of HIS direct/ blood rellies to determine who is now entitled to exercise his “rights” and either;

*  pay the $3025 to renew the lease, or
*¬† sign grannie’s gravesite over to me¬†so I can¬†do so

This will ensure that Eliza Jane’s grave is not desecrated, she can remain buried and not have strangers plonked on top.

To enable this “Grave concern…” to be put to rest, please contact me if you are a blood relation, or know the whereabout of a blood relation, of:

Andrew Patrick MURRAY – (c) C. Crout-Habel

Andrew Patrick MURRAY
BORN:  14 Dec 1897, Laura, South Australia, Australia
PARENTS:  Eliza Jane (Rowen) Murray & Peter Murray
MILITARY SERVICE:  World War II; 20 Jul 1940 Р20 Nov 1945 
DIED: 26 Feb 1972, Adelaide, South Australia, Australia
CREMATED & INTERRED:  Enfield Memoria Park
FORMER ADDRESS:  Woodville Gardens, South Australia, Australia

Mum loved her Uncle Andy and he adored his mother. Her grave must not be desecrated.

My other “Grave concern” is to renew the lease on the burial site of my beloved son, Jarren¬†Vaughan Habel, at Midland Cemetery, Western Australia, which expires on 2 Jul 2012.

Do you have, or have you also¬†had, any “Grave concerns”?…


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