Day 10 Tuesday 24/12/2024 Buronga, Perfect 11 – 29
A very still morning and rowers are out on the river.



We drive out to the Coomealla Club to meet Woody’s 2nd cousins for lunch. They’re the boys who grew up with Woody’s brother. It’s a complex story and frankly would make a good blog because Woody’s maternal ancestors originally hailed from Somerset and over the course of two centuries it seems that there was somewhat of a close relationship with another family (of whom one is well-known for his comedic act with a rubber chicken). Anyway, in both England and here in Australia these families have intertwined liked plaits. They must have been hot stuff in their day.*
Getting back to Xmas eve, the Coomealla Club is surprisingly large and a place we’ve heard quite a lot about. It’s great catching up with ‘A & G’ after many, many years and having a good chinwag. ‘A’ is as hooked on genealogy as I am so we’re doing the old “and so and so married such and such, and they lived out the back of whoop whoop”, which no doubt is driving Woody and ‘G’ nuts.

Back in Mildura and the town is in the last gasp before everything shuts for Xmas. Come on guys the shops will only be closed for one day.
Back at camp we cook the pork roast in the air fryer, we’ll have it cold tomorrow because Xmas day is going to be another scorcher. And that reminds me of the song that goes to the tune of Jingle Bells, “…Christmas in Australia on a scorching summer’s day, oh, Jingle bells, jingle bells, Christmas time is beaut…” Even though we’ve had a big lunch, we still snitch a couple of slices for dinner. We have to check if it’s ok, don’t we? It goes down a treat with a sparkling Shiraz from Andrew Garrett. And of course, that has to be as luscious as Christmas pudding in a bottle.
The caravan park is about 25% full, Xmas lights are fluttering from awnings and tents and it’s a warm evening for a stroll.
Accom: $32.00, Fuel: $36.25
*Woody’s and A&G’s 3 x Great Grandparents were half siblings. Their great grandfather married into the other family again in a double wedding where his guardian married the mother and he married the daughter. A&G’s grandfather married into the family again but we’re hoping that she was adopted.

The river boat looks amazing 🙂
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They are rather romantic.
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One of my sons is married to an Australian. Ma-in-law has discovered that in I think the 17th century each had ancestors living in Devon in villages 4 miles apart.
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There’s that 6 degrees of separation thing again.
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Probably best not to ask too many questions!
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😳😱
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Farm workers from Somerset were apparently sought-after in assisted migration schemes to the colonies in first part of 1800’s. Both my maternal and paternal ancestors arrived in Tasmania that way. I wonder about our degrees of separation? Genealogy certainly turns up some “unusual” family relationships, especially in the isolated rural communities of Tassie!
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The very reason why the Tass town my parents lived in was called Kindred!
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Ever heard of Jackeys Marsh?
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No, what’s the story?
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Just another little out of the way Tassie location but where my maternal family settled. South of Deloraine, tucked in under Quamby Bluff…
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Gosh that’s a beautiful part of the world around Deloraine.
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