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Remembrance Day Tribute to My WWI Ancestors: Lindley | Empey | Lovett

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Remembering  Private Walter Lindley Captain William Arthur Empey Sapper Valentine Gilbert Empey Private William Lovett 100 years in 2018 In 2018, World War I ended 100 years ago. As an Australian, each year we observe one minute's silence on Remembrance Day at the 11 th Hour on the 11th Day of the 11th Month. The  ‘Last Post’ is played on the bugle. And the ‘Ode of Remembrance’ is cited: ‘They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning. We will remember them.’  [1] Lest We Forget. #RemembranceDay #1MS #Armistice100 #TYFYS Lest we forget Lest we forget those who never came home. Those who lie in known and unknown graves. Those whose remains linger where they lay and remain missing. They are commemorated on memorials to the missing, like Menin Gate  in Ypres, Belgium,  like  my great-grandfather, Walter Lindley.  [2] ...
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Vikings TV Series & My Family History Connection

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My Family’s Possible Connection to the Vikings How a TV Series Sparked My Curiosity Watching the TV series Vikings reminds me of my family history research. Someone once traced my family tree back to Sigurd, the brother that Ivar kills in the series. I don’t know if it’s been verified, so I can’t say whether it’s true or not. But I find it fascinating that someone could follow a line all the way back to Ragnar and his sons, even if the claim ends up being right or wrong. It makes watching the battles feel a little eerie, knowing there’s a possibility—however small—that my ancestors might connect to those stories. If I weren’t interested in family history, I would never have known about the breadcrumbs someone left behind. Whether the link is true or false, it still makes me wonder. And it makes history even more compelling because of all the ancestors I stumble across. It makes me want to learn about the kind of lives they might have led.
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Koondrook Accident in My Empey Family History

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Percy Alfred Empey Accident at Koondrook My Grandfather, Percy Alfred Empey, Accident at Koondrook, Victoria, Australia My grandfather, Percy Empey, cut his big toe at Koondoork. He was taken by tram from Koondrook to Kerang. The story appeared in  The Bendigo Advertiser in 1917. Notes ' Big Toe Severed ', The Bendigo Advertiser, 27 October 1917, p. 10, accessed 27 August 2018. Photography by Jennifer Empey, 2018. 
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Koondrook Farm Visit in My Empey Family History

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Empey Farm Visit in Koondrook Bill and Val Empey’s Visit to the Koondrook Farm in Victoria, Australia The following story appeared in The Leader in 1910 of a farm visit by my great-uncle Bill Empey. In August 2018, I went to Koondrook to visit the country town by the Murray River in Victoria. I captured some photos of the town to add depth to his story.  Notes ‘ A visit to a farm’ by William Empey . ‘ Correspondence ’, The Leader , 16 April 1910, p. 50, accessed 27 August 2018. Photography  by Jennifer Empey , 2018.
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The Last Day and Death of William Empey in My Family History

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What Happened to William Empey on the Day He Died Content Warning: Death and Disturbing Historical Details Reconstructing William Empey's Final Day Through Inquest Evidence and Newspaper Reports The fire crackled. Water bubbled to the boil. Bacon and eggs wafted through the weatherboard house on the corner of Villeneuve and Downey Streets in Alexandra. Modern Day Villeneuve Street, Alexandra ‘Dad, your breakfast is ready,’ hollered Lily. ‘Come, sit down, and eat it whilst it’s hot!’ ‘I’m comin'’’, William said. ‘It smells delish. Can you take some money to the post office to send to your mother?’ ‘Today, yes, I can.’ She placed the money in her apron pocket. At seven o’clock, he grabbed his coat and hat. He stuffed his dinner in his coat pocket and picked up his billy. ‘Bye, Lily,’ he called out. ‘Bye, Dad,’ she said as she came running to the door. She kissed him bye. Outside, the smell of smoke drifted up his nostrils. On the other side of the Ultima Thule Creek, the quartz ...
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