Linthwaite Family
Frederick Linthwaite
Born 4/9/1881 in Queensland, Australia.
Married Mary Roxburgh. They had 13 children: Agnes, Thomas, Ederic, Muriel, Reginald, James, Roy, Daisy, Johnstone, Colin, Bridget, Heather, and Shirley.
Searching for our Ancestors
I am very happy that you dropped in! We have quite a few names, places, and stories for you to search through in our Dickson - Smith family tree.
I have spent the last 20 or so years researching all aspects of my family tree. I have found several secrets and some major skeletons in those cupboards. I have thoroughly enjoyed ever minute of the research even although it sometimes gets frustrating with brick walls popping up in front of you. I do my utmost to evidence any fact that I use.
I started this not only for myself, but mainly for my children to let them see where they have come from, hence why my tree comprises of both my own lineage (DICKSON) and that of my wife Joyce (SMITH), in one tree. I have discovered many facts of people from many places including Scotland, USA, Ireland, Canada, Australia, New Zealand and even India.
I may only have 3000 people in my tree and my journey is only beginning but I look forward to the many surprises to come and the people, many long dead, that I can discover and bring back to life even if in name only.
When we start to investigate our family history, it is so much more than simply gathering birth or marriage certificates, getting dates and places, and putting them into a family tree, it's about getting to the realisation and understanding that this is us, this is where and who we come from. It's about really trying to know the people we find, emmerse ourselves in the worlds they lived in, the struggles and the joyous moments they had, so we can see ourselves in them and them in us. We didn't get here by accident. We got here after generations and generations of others blazing the trails before us.
Like our ancestors, we are only here for a short time. Sometimes I find myself trying to grind through the hundreds of certificates and pieces of information I have and simply not actually seeing who I am writing about. I have to remind myself that I probably will never get to the end of the tree and that I should pause and actually look to see what I have and apprecaite who I am dealing with, actually know the name I am typing and try to fit them into the big picture rather just simply putting them in their place on the tree. Whilst this is far easier with those who's names we are typing that are closer to us, I get a much better feeling if I take time to look if there is any more I can find out about those a bit further away from the present.
We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do.
In finding them, we somehow find ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying, "I can't let this happen." The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish, how they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.It goes to deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth. Without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach.
That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take my place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.
Author: Unknown
Researching family, both ancestors and living relatives, is a wonderful obsession hobby and most of the time you are plodding away on your own. Sometimes it is frustrating but much of the time it is super rewarding, especially when you experience those times where you have been looking for something/someone for months, maybe years, and you eventually come across the information you were looking for. There's no feeling like it.
Something else that I actually find really rewarding, is that when you can help others out, especially those in your own family no matter how distantly related. Being able to help other with their own "brickwalls" is, for me, as rewarding as when you find that bit of missing information yourself.
With that thought in mind, please don't hesitate to contact me for information. I am genuinely happy to help if I can with any problems you may have. I'd also ask that if you have anything to share with me I'd be eternally grateful too. If you have photos/documents just go to the page of the relevant person and use the "Submit Photo / Document" link under their name. You can send up to two photos or documents at one time. It doesn't always feel like it but this is a team game and I am happy to do anything that'll get our relatives out in the light one more time.Please join us on our Histories pages for stories about the people and places that have made us who we are. Have any stories about our realtives in times gone by, please send them to me and I will put them on the site. It's great knowing their names but photographs and stories add so much more to the picture of their lives.
Married Mary Roxburgh. They had 13 children: Agnes, Thomas, Ederic, Muriel, Reginald, James, Roy, Daisy, Johnstone, Colin, Bridget, Heather, and Shirley.
Married Esther Elizabeth Keenan. They had 2 children: John Joseph and Michael Anthony.
Married Joyce McCance Stratton. They have 2 children: Stephanie Louise and Cameron Stuart.
Married Annie McCartney. They had 11 children: Mary, Annie, Hugh, James, Janet, Maggie, Grace, David, Agnes, Alexander and Marion.
Married Elizabeth Lang Craig. They had 5 children: Alice, Agnes, Janet, Winifred, and William.
Married Annie McKinnon McCance. They had one child: Joyce.
Married Martha Heron. They had 10 children: Janet, Isabella, Catherine, James, Agnes, John, William, Thomas, Jemima, and Walter.
Married Johanna Reardon. They had 8 children: Joshua, Mary, Edward, Elizabeth, William, Margaret, Sarah, and Ellen.
I've been researching our family names for over 20 years. I found lots of information at Scotland's People, but once the internet exploded with genealogy, many more doors have been opened for me to research, including DNA, and I have jumped right in.
If you have something you would like to add or if you would like to submit documents for inclusion on this site, please don't hesitate to let me know.
I make every effort to document my research. If you have something you would like to add or discuss, please do not hesitate to contact me.