As the catalyst for this website was my father, Fred, it seems sensible to start with his story first.
So this is Fred’s Story
With Fred’s story told, we can look at the stories we have for Fred’s parents and grand parents. Daniel Herbert was Fred’s father (my Grandfather).
This is where Daniel Herbert’s story is told.
Violet was Fred’s mother, my Nana, She died when I was quite young but I still have the odd memory, of her house and her cakes.
Her family history story is here.
Fred’s grandfather was a sea captain and emigrant to Australia from Denmark along with his three brothers.
This is where Daniel Christopher’s story can be found.
Fred and Mary’s first born was Susan, she was smart and clever and did art (as well as Girl Guides) and in the seventies (1974 or 1976 perhaps) she married David Ash and following a great knees-up/reception in the backyard set about creating her own family.
This is where the Ash stories can be found.
Rick, the middle child, he was mum’s favourite (I think everyone but Mum could see this) and he fled first to Canberra and then to Queensland where he has carved out a good life, which seems at the moment to just be travelling around the world (although I’m sure there is more to it). Along the way he married Vivienne and their family has grown.
This is where the Anthon-Barker stories can be found.
Muddling along at the rear is me, the youngest. Clearing out the house after mum died we found all our old school reports that mum and dad had carefully filed. “Could do better” was a bit of theme for mine. But in spite of these judgements I have had a fortunate life being able to live and work around world. It took a few goes but I’m now happily settled in New Zealand with a woman who accepts me for what I am and a couple of multi-passported step-kids (well I say kids, young adults may be more appropriate now).
This is where other Anthon stories can be enjoyed.
Like a coin, families have two sides, sometimes more sometimes less. In my case the Missingham side had a huge influence growing up and it continues to have a huge influence. Mum was a Missingham and growing up the many aunts, uncles and cousins were an integral part of life. Like mum, the aunts and many of the cousins, no longer carry the Missingham surname, but they are none the less (whether they like it or not) fundamental players in the continuing Missingham story.
This is where the Missingham stories can be enjoyed.