Bleggy 52 Ancestors

I was young and visiting granddad he lived in Moonah town in Tasmania and near Hobart where the yachts came in after a race quite grand Well every day outside the front door a mountain was in clear view Granddad said it was Mt Wellington named after a duke or two! So each day as the front door opened he would greet the mountain and bow When I asked him why he greeted it , he told me with a smile  That he wanted the mountain to stay there and if it knows I like it it may never duck off. Well one day the door was opened and I could see that the mountain was gone, I got quite upset and asked granddad why the mountain had gone away, he told me perhaps it’s not gone for every perhaps it will come back today. He told me that if I called it it might return before lunch, so I stood out the front in the cold calling Mt Wellington back.  Then grandma said lunch was ready so I had to go inside, but I hoped the mountain would return for granddad looked rather sad. The moment that lunch wa...

  About Margaret Blegg   I knew i had this information but could not find it, as i have time to sort out some thumb drives i have found the copy i took.  some things to note  Margaret was born in Tasmania, according to her , and she was born at Big River Tasmania. this document was because she left her 2 daughters in a field with nothing : desertion for which she served 14 days.  by this time she had another daughter to Charles Walsh. About Margaret Blegg  I knew i had this information but could not find it, as i have time to sort out some thumb drives i have found the copy i took.  some things to note  Margaret was born in Tasmania, according to her , and she was born at Big River Tasmania. this document was because she left her 2 daughters in a field with nothing : desertion for which she served 14 days.  by this time she had another daughter to Charles Walsh. Chapter 2 MARGARET BUCKINGHAM For a long time, I have not thought very highly of ...

 Are you a Blegg and live in Australia? If you are then we are almost certainly related  my great grandfather on his convict record was Blagg but his children were recorded as Blagg, Blag, Blegg, Bleg, Blay, and one was known as Black. Now me I was a Blegg because that’s the spelling they all used in the end , but I have also been called all types of names similar to Blegg including Plug. I thought that was the most far out one!  I found John Blagg/Blegg because I decided to misspell his name and look for a group of births the same as his children, so I looked for Charles, George, Thomas David and Laura as siblings in birth records as I knew about them I found 8 of them with him for a father and Margaret Buckingham as the mother,  but Thomas was not listed he had a separate entry as His father was John Blag and his mother Burke instead of Buckingham. Well how do you spell that ? When asked that question I always wanted to say THAT ! But how do you spell Blegg well th...

Todays subject is Check It Out  ✅ I noticed that check it out was displayed with a tick ✅ that looked just like that but what about the person who has always done a tick facing the other way \.- see there is not even a computer symbol for a left handed tick the way I write them and at one time I would have written the title commencing on the right side so that I didn’t smudge the ink and my writing was readable. TUO TI KCEHC but my teacher could not read it I could but she couldn’t so I was not permitted to write in the direction I chose.  Put it this way it was hard being a left handed kid in a right handed world , the were no scissors made for us back then we would get bumped on our arm when writing by the person next to us. Back when I was a child it was almost against the law to be a lefty and many of us were punished for it had our left hand tied behind our backs to force us to conform, bust mostly we could not.  I wonder where the world would be today without us the...

  I would like to meet   I have always said I would like to meet my great grand father to ask him who his parents were. But now    my thinking has changed and I would like to meet every one of my living relatives to interview them and record their stories before they become those whose stories are lots in time forever.  Some would have done great things and been many places others possibly think their story is not worth telling as no one would be interested in the little things they did. That is wrong because even the mundane is interesting when you look back.  This is part of what I wrote just a few weeks ago and I have thought a lot of this concept lately. For life is a journey into endless time and we will be history some day! So we have recorded, the stories we know, before they are lost on the way.  And we hope now you will do the same as you close at the end of this page, Have you recorded your story? Or will your story be lost in the grave? Yes ...

  The family photo We took a family photo at a reunion years ago I’m so very glad we took it for life changes as you know  For in this family photo we’re all cousins smiling wide Happy to be together in the Blegg family we take pride But if we take another photo quite depleted it will be  For in 2021 5 cousins lost the fight 3 siblings from one family a girl and two boys The boys had served in Vietnam and cancer was their plight Two other cousins went the same it was a year so sad We could not even meet up    for the funerals as we should We stayed at home and watched the few who gathered at the church Said our goodbyes by phone for email seemed quite cold. Next time we get together if a next time is to be  We’ll remember those who have gone on Like Jan, Stan and Lindsay. And we may take another photo maybe one with our kids  And remember oft with fondness the cousins that we miss. Bleggy February 2022

  I have just written this on the Cafe Facebook page so thought I would add a bit and save it here. My mothers step father was a preacher at a Pentecostal church in Richmond a suburb of Melbourne in Australia, and he usually preached only on Sunday nights, but the church was near the town hall that had a large clock that chimed the hour, it was very loud indeed, Mr E would watch the clock as he preached, not because he liked to keep his sermons short! But because a few seconds before 8 pm he would say in his very loud voice, are you ready to die, when the death Angel tolls the bell for you will you be ready? And at that precise moment the town hall clock would strike the hour. Of course this would scare any one who didn’t realise what was happening. The only sermon I ever had to listen to from him was one where his text was the joy of the Lord is your strength. He lived in our house and most unfortunately there was no joy of the lord in him, he was the most grumpy, bad mannered man...