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William Fabble, Catherine Fane, Agnes Farrell, David Fawns, Charles Fergusson , John Fillanes, James Finnerty, Bridget Fitzgerald, Catherine Fitzgibbon, Edward Fitzsimons, Catherine Fletcher, Robert Foale, Mary Force, J Forstand, Captain Fotheringham, Mr Frampton, Achison French, Maryan Fullmore,

Edward Oakden, Margaret Ocallaghan, Anne Odonaghue, Cornelius Olaughlin, Anne Oneil, John Ornery, Ellen Oshea,

Counted after I entered notes for 1846, in Nov 2008
During 2010 I have done a major revision of names, and added details of ships that arrived - up to 31 Dec 1841

Groups Couples - arrived as married couple, or children baptised but no record of marriage
Children either listed as arrived, or baptised. Noted many marriages are not followed by children being baptised. Single men and single women listed as arrived, as in colony or when they married.
Approximate totals, based on average using totals for first 97 pages, to end of surnames beginning with C.
436 pages total 41,545 - 5,088 Couples, 13,147 children, Singles - 5,771 women, 12,545 men

Diary 1835 - 1842, in Rootsweb, being Extracts from a diary of Victoria dated from the first settlement until 1842
Concise accounts, including the voyage 1849 of James T Foord, can be found in books such as
"The Somerset Years" by Florence Chuk, State Library of Victoria, and "Perilous Voyages To The New Land", by Michael Cannon.
Joseph Hawdon, The First Overlander", by Brian Packard pub 1997, ISBN 0 646 31190 5 Pub by Fast Books, a division of Wild & Woolley Pty Ltd, Glebe.
His first epic journey was to be first to take a herd of cattle starting 4 Jan 1838 from the Goulburn River, along the Murray and to Adelaide.

                             "GRANDMA'S DISEASE"
 
 
                              [Author unknown]
 
There's been a change in Grandma; we've noticed her of late,
She's always reading history or jotting down some date.
She's tracking back the family; we'll all have pedigrees,
Oh, Grandmas got a hobby - she's climbing FAMILY TREES.
 
Poor Grandpa's does the cooking, and now, or so he states,
That worst of all, he has to wash the cups and dinner plates.
Grandma can't be bothered, she's busy as a bee,
compiling genealogy for the FAMILY TREE.
 
She has no time to baby-sit, the curtains are a fright,
No buttons left on Grandpa's shirt, the flower bed's a sight.
She's given up her club work and the Soaps on T.V.,
The only thing she does nowadays is climb the FAMILY TREE.
 
She goes down to the courthouse and studies ancient lore,
We know more about our forebears, than we ever knew before.
The books are old and dusty; they make poor Grandma sneeze,
A minor irritation, when you're  climbing the FAMILY TREE.
 
The mail is all for Grandma, it comes from near and far,
Last week she got the proof she needs to join the D.A.R.
A monumental project all do agree, 
All from climbing up the FAMILY TREE.
 
Now some folks come from Scotland, some from Galway Bay,
Some were French as pastry, some German all the way.
Some went West to stake their claim, Some stayed there by the sea,
Grandma hopes to find them all,as she climbs up the FAMILY TREE.  
 
She wanders through the graveyard in search of date and name,
The rich, the poor, the in-betweens all sleeping there the same.
She pauses now and then to rest, fanned by a gentle breeze,
That blows above the Father's of all our FAMILY TREEs. 
 
 
There are pioneers and patriots, mixed in our kith and kin,
Who blazed the path of wilderness and fought through thick and thin.
But none more staunch than Grandma, whose eyes light up with glee,
Each time she finds a missing branch for the FAMILY TREE.
 
Their skills were were wide and varied, from carpenter to cook,
And one, alas, the records show, was hopelessly a crook.
Blacksmith, weaver, farmer, judge - some tutored for a fee,
Once lost in time, now all recorded on the FAMILY TREE.
 
To some it's just a hobby, to Grandma it's much more,
She learns the joys and heartaches of those that went before.
They loved, they lost, they laughed, they wept - and now for you and me,
They live again in spirit around the FAMILY TREE.
 
At last she's nearly finished and we are each exposed,
Life will be the same again, this we all supposed.
Grandma will cook and sew, serve cookies with our tea,
We'll all be fat, just as before the wretched FAMILY TREE.
 
Sad to relate, the preacher called and visited for a spell,
We talked about the Gospel, and other things as well.
The heathen folk, the poor and then - 'twas fate it had to be,
somehow the conversation turned to Grandma and the FAMILY TREE.
 
He never knew his Grandpa, his mother's name was... - Clark? 
He and Grandma talked and talked while outside it grew dark.
We'd hoped our fears were groundless, but just like some disease,
Grandma's become an addict - she's hooked on FAMILY TREES.
 
Our souls are filled with sorrow, our hearts sad with dismay,
Our ears scarcely believe the words we heard our Grandma say
"It sure is a lucky thing that you have come to me,
I know exactly how it's done. I'll climb your FAMILY TREE."