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My Big Birthday Wish

Updated on July 11, 2014

How did the time go so fast?

It really does seem just like a couple of years back when I had a splendid birthday party the year I was seven.

I can tell you the names of the children who attended, the dress I wore and how my little brother cried when he couldn't have more than one bowl of ice cream. How my Uncle Ernie wowed the crowd in his cowboy clothes, with his songs and lariat tricks and how my mother's hair shone gold as she leaned over to light the candles.

Where did that time go? Now I'm approaching a big birthday and wondering why nobody warned me about the deadly speed of passing years. Sometimes I look in the mirror and I see a stranger.

There ought to be a law. A law against getting old.

My Big Birthday Wish

:As another birthday bears down on me like a locomotive I find myself thinking of not just my birthdays past, but of the women in my family who came before me.

For my wish on my impending Big Birthday, I want to have a few hours over some cups of tea with my grandmother and her mother-in-law. We can exchange notes on the meaning of life, the universe and the incredible acceleration of time.

I want to ask them if their feud was worth it.

A pair of great grandmothers

One woman I would dearly love to sit down and have a chat with is my paternal grandfather's mother, Annette. I knew only one of my great grandmothers, Mary Ellen Humphries, whose father was involved in the Eureka Rebellion up in the gold fields of Ballarat in 1854.

This may not sound very much to people who don't know the history of Australia, but the goldfields and the Rebellion played a huge part in forming the society we Australians enjoy today.

Mary Ellen was the first child born in Collingwood, a settlement which at the time was outside of Melbourne. I still live here and now it's right on the edge of the city.

But before I tell you the tale of Annette, may I briefly touch on my connection with the Eureka Rebellion?

The Eureka Rebellion and Me

In 1954 my Nanna, the daughter of Mary Ellen Humphries and bearing the same first names, took me to lay a wreath on the graves of the men who were shot down in the Eureka Rebellion. She cried as she told me of her grandfather's part in the uprising.

This was a big day, the centenary of the Rebellion, and a big day for me too, with flashbulbs popping, a radio interview (they had to stand me on a chair to reach the microphone) and a film crew from the Australian government recording the day for posterity.

When Nanna died in 1968 I made a personal vow to always attend the anniversary of Eureka and I've only missed 5 times since. These days I take my grandchildren to Ballarat every year so that they, too, will remember the men of Eureka.

One of the highlights of the trip to Ballarat is having our photo taken in the old-fashioned style. The sepia photo below of me (with grandchildren Tara and J.J.) was taken, not in the goldrush days, but in 2008.

Have we struck gold?

Have we struck gold?
Have we struck gold?

Back to Annette, the Publican

I always wanted to run a pub. So did my cousin Sandra. This ambition was considered low-class and vulgar in our family (our grandmother - the Mary Ellen who took me to the Eureka Centenary - had been prominent in the Temperance Movement). Any mention of hotels was quickly knocked on the head. It was considered unladylike to even know what the inside of a pub looked like. So it was with some degree of resentment that Cousin Sandra brought the news of a family secret to me - our great grandmother not only knew what pubs looked like inside, she owned three notorious drinking parlours from 1869 to 1923.

Written on the back of Annette's photo, in a faded longhand, is Annettes 40th b'day. 1888. Someone can't add up. She was 41 years old in 1888.

We have plenty of ancestors hidden in closets, a colourful collection of convicts, fenians, navy deserters, cattle thieves, fallen women and assorted oddballs - why cringe at a woman who earned her living serving hard liquor ? Of course, her son married a teetotaller, a righteous redhead who swore that no drop of alcohol should come into her house, and all mention of the hotel business was strictly forbidden.

Annette was born in her father's hotel in 1847 and she inherited his pubs in 1869. Gold Fever ruled in the colony and her hotels, in the seedier part of town, were renowned for wild drinking sprees. The constabulary paid a great deal of attention to Annette Murray's establishments, there were many complaints about revelry, drunken brawls and licentiousness but high ranking police and English officers were regularly enjoying her hospitality, along with members of the colonial administration. For over 50 years her hotels were a haven for the demi-monde. The racing industry clustered in one, the tipsters, shysters, trainers, jockeys, and the naive looking for excitement. Another hotel was a haven for corrupt lawyers.

There is mention of her in a parliamentary scandal, and a notorious bushranger found refuge as her 'brother'. She threw open her doors to the nameless smalltime crooks and hustlers of the colony and shocked the establishment by employing Chinese cooks.

Along the way Annette seemed to marry three times, or perhaps five. (Not all of these 'marriages' appear to have been sanctioned by the State or blessed by the Church) She gave birth to seven children over 20 years but it's all very unclear as to what became of the three who survived. In any case, her youngest child was groomed to carry on the business. And we know what happened to him!

Was Annette sadly disappointed when her son ran away with a teetotaller ? I'm sure she was, for running away is exactly what my grandfather did, fleeing 500 miles with his bride, not to return until the day of his mother's funeral.

And all I have of Annette, apart from an unfulfilled ambition to run a pub, is her photograph album.

Mary Ellen, the teetotaller



My Nanna, taken on her 20th birthday. She gave this picture of herself to the young man who became my grandfather. A year after this photo was taken, she eloped with him to Sydney.

What a pity you can't see the colour of her hair, a fiery red. You can't see her distinctive eye colour either, amber with gold flecks, just like the eyes of a lion. My own daughter, another Mary Ellen, has the same eyes and, frankly, sometimes it gives me the creeps to see my grandmother's eyes looking back at me from another face.

My wish won't be granted

My Big Birthday Wish won't be granted of course. At least not until someone invents a cheap form of time travel. But when I think of these two women, both of them obstinate and stubborn (they would have described themselves as firm and determined), I can only think of how much their feud cost them.

My Nanna missed out on a lively mother-in-law with some absolutely incredible life experiences. She didn't get to know a woman who successfully ran her own business, who married, (or otherwise), quite a few men and challenged colour bars by befriending the Chinese who were subjected to virulent racism at the time. A woman who mixed with all levels of the colonial society, from harlots to horse thieves, governors to gamblers.

Her mother-in-law missed out on a woman who sang throughout her day. A woman whose house was constantly full of music and laughter and whose kitchen always smelled of freshly baked scones. My Nanna laughed at everything, even when listening to political broadcasts on the radio. "What wicked lies," she would laugh, "do they think we have no wits at all?".

But worse, Annette had nothing more to do with her son. He was out of her life and she disinherited him. By doing this she never saw her two lovely little grandsons.

That reminds me ...

To write a real letter to my brother up north in Queensland tonight, just to say hello and 'long time no see'.

To phone my sons just to have a chat

To rein in my own bloody-minded bickering with my daughter, and

To see lots and lots more of my grandchildren

(If you haven't been chatting with someone from your family, why not do so now?)

Send me a birthday wish - P.S. It''s in May

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      Fay Favored 5 years ago from USA

      Happy birthday to another May baby like myself. Even though it's December, I continue to celebrate all year.

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      ohcaroline 7 years ago

      Great family stories. Wouldn't it be great to sit down and have chats with our ancestors? I would.

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      anonymous 9 years ago

      This is heart warming fun and a real blessings to read.

      Happy birthdays to you ...

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      monarch13 9 years ago

      Oh, I am right there with you. My birthday is in June and I'm past "40" Ssshh, don't tell anyone. I tell my 31 year old boyfriend I'm turning 35- Again...

      My 19 year old daughter is always mad at me, I can't find a job... etc, etc. I guess we all need to remember and hang on to what we DO have, even if it seems we always want more..

      Have a Very Happy Birthday!

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      Nancy Tate Hellams 9 years ago from Pendleton, SC

      Oh, Susanna! This is great and a wonderful read. I thoroughly enjoyed every word and the great family photos. This one will be a treasure for your children. Great work.

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      Patricia 9 years ago

      Great lens!

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      Joan4 9 years ago

      Oh this is wonderful! Happy Birthday! I love the stubborn spirit of the women in your family. My dad would quite nicely say "she sticks too firmly to her convictions". lol You said it even better than that! :) Our legacy will be our adventurous (and yes, stubborn) spirit passed along to our children and grandchildren. You have wonderful stories to tell. Thank you for sharing them!

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      KimGiancaterino 9 years ago

      What a great story... birthday wishes (and blessings) to you.

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      Janusz LM 9 years ago

      Wonderful Lens Susanna!.. I hope you have a wonderful Birthday :)

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      ctavias0ffering1 9 years ago

      Wow you have a fascinating family history, have you considered writing a book? It would be marvellous not only for the family members who will follow you but I'm sure for many others who have lost their connections with the past. Especially if it's full of horse thieves, harlots and seedy lawyers LOL I could see that as a movie and a very successful one too. 5* and I hope your birthday is a perfect occasion

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      VBright 9 years ago

      What a very nice lens. thanks for sharing it.

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      Julia M S Pearce 9 years ago from Melbourne, Australia

      An interesting family history here and some lovely shots of your family.Wishing you all the best on your milestone birthday.

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      Deb Kingsbury 9 years ago from Flagstaff, Arizona

      I just had a milestone birthday myself, and it sure did make me think about how fast time passes and that I really need to seize the day and all that. This lens, though, makes me think about all the black-and-white photos on the cabinet in the living room, of relatives I never knew, including my great-great-great grandfather on my mom's side. He was a Russian cantor and has such a kind face (at least in that photo) with noticeable smile lines around his eyes. I would so love to meet him "somehow." I wonder if he'd be black-and-white. Hmmm.

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      Lee Hansen 9 years ago from Vermont

      I'm really hoping that when my time comes I'll see my grandmothers and other loved ones once again. I do think at times I feel them and my Dad around me although not visible. Lovely lens, Susanna ... peace.

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      anonymous 9 years ago

      I sure enjoyed this lens, Susanna, and a very happy birthday to you, my dear!

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      drifter0658 lm 9 years ago

      WOW! This was beautiful. Let me tell you one of my little secrets. I believe in immortality. You can have that tea, just look around you. People live forever, you just have to look hard enough.

      Thanks!

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