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The path of the just is like the light of dawn which shines brighter and brighter until full day.

FAITH

FAITH LOOKS TO JESUS

FAITH LOOKS TO JESUS …

Faith looks to Jesus crucified
And risen from the dead.
Faith rests upon His promises,
Believing all He said.
Faith makes confession of His name,
Holds forth His faithful Word.
Faith takes the cross and follows Him,
The Saviour and the Lord.

- George Goodman

Faith is being sure of what we hope for,

being certain of what we cannot see.

Faith is the substance of things hoped for,

the evidence of things not seen.

Faith is the assurance of things hoped for,

the conviction of things not seen.

Hebrews 11:1

THREE SPEECHES AT ST STEPHEN’S CELEBRATIONS OF 25 YEARS MINISTRY

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25TH ANNIVERSARY

OF STUART’S MINISTRY

AT ST STEPHEN’S TAMWORTH

Saturday 24th November 2012

LUNCHEON TO CELEBRATE

REV. STUART AND MRS MARION ANDREWS

25 YEARS OF SERVICE TO THE CHARGE OF

ST STEPHEN’S PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH

TAMWORTH

12.30PM                     GRACE – Mr Russell Speer

LUNCH

LIFE IN THE MANSE, MR STUART ANDREWS JNR

CUTTING OF COMMEMORATION CAKE

HAPPY BIRTHDAY STUART

2.00PM           CHURCH SERVICE OF THANKSGIVING

3.00PM                       AFTERNOON TEA

MUSICAL ITEMS – ‘WHO AM I?’ – Mr Gordon Dandie and Mrs Del Rapley

Pianist – Mrs Heather Bowden

IRISH MELODIES – Mr Peter Bowden playing Scottish Small Pipes

SPECIAL SPEAKERS

THE MODERATOR RIGHT REV. TREVOR CHEETHAM

THE PRESBYTERY CLERK MR LANCE JACKSON

THE CONGREGATION MR BOB HAMILTON

WOMEN’S GROUPS MRS BEV RIXON

PRESENTATION – Mr Brian Rixon, Session Clerk

STUART AND MARION REPLY

THREE CHEERS

NARRATIVE OF STUART’S SERVICE TO THE PARISH

by Brian Rixon, Session Clerk

I think that we need to go back to the year 1986 to begin the story of how Stuart and Marion came to be in Tamworth.

In June 1986, the Rev. Arthur Ingram advised us that he would be finishing his ministry here in Tamworth.

Rev. Charles Abel from Armidale was appointed as Interim Moderator, to be assisted by Rev. Robert McKean from Manilla. A selection committee was formed and in November a call was made to Rev. Stuart Andrews, the minister at Miles in Queensland. The call was accepted and Stuart was inducted into the parish of Tamworth-Manilla on 4th February 1987. He presided at his first Session meeting the next night. There were 16 elders in Tamworth at that time.

On looking back through the Session minutes I have come across the names of 16 ministers who have helped with services here at St Stephen’s during Stuart’s ministry. Some of these were either Assistant Ministers or Colleagues attached to the Manilla and T.C.P.C. congregations, which have been through various stages of involvement with St Stephen’s over the years. At present, thy are separate parishes. There have also been many lay preachers who have kindly taken services for Stuart over the years.

We have also been privileged to have had at least five State Moderators visit us at various times. Stuart was himself the Moderator in 2003-2004, and he and Marion visited many churches during this time. They also represented the Presbyterian Church of NSW in a visit to Bangladesh.

Stuart has been on many State committees over the years and was very involved with the Ministry and Mission Committee. In his younger days he would travel to Sydney and back to attend these meetings all on the one day.

Stuart has been heavily involved with the Presbytery of New England over the years and has held every position at various times. He has been Interim Moderator for nearly all of the parishes in the Presbytery and this often involved travelling back home at all times of the night.

Stuart has been instrumental in the formation of two new congregations from St Stephen’s:

* The first service at Moonbi was held on 26th August, 1990, and we are thankful that Gordon Dandie has been able to oversee the ministry out there in recent years in his capacity as Pastoral Assistant. Gordon and David Emanuel are the two elders at Moonbi, which has an average congregation of about 15.

* Tamworth Community Presbyterian Church was formed as a church planting project in February 1992 with the appointment of John McIntyre as an assistant to Stuart. John was ordained and inducted in April 1992.

Stuart has been heavily involved in the running of St Mark’s Pre-School and Long Day Care Centre. As chairman of St Mark’s Committee he has been in regular contact with the affairs of the Pre-School. The new building was officially opened in April 1998 by Rev. Doug McPherson from Manilla.

Unfortunately in March 2001 Stuart suffered a major heart attack which resulted in a heart bi-pass operation in May 2001. this kept him out of action for the next 16 weeks. Fortunately, by the grace of God, he has been able to continue his work of ministry, to the stage where retirement is well within sight.

In June 2002, a congregational meeting was held to approve of the sale of the Manse and also bottom block of ground. Shortly after, Stuart and Marion purchased their own home, and so ended the era of having the minister living adjacent to the church. Both the manse and land have since been sold.

In 1999, TCPC became a separate parish.

In 2005, Manilla became a separate parish; and so St Stephen’s was back to being a separate parish also.

In 2006, TCPC moved back to St Stephen’s for the use of our facilities, whilst remaining independent.

Stuart has always been willing to step in and help guide the different groups within the church, and in particular the PWA in recent years as they battle with decreasing numbers.

Marion has always been very supportive of Stuart in his ministry and is to be commended for her dedication to the ongoing office work and the working of the overhead projector system at our services. Marion has also used her talents in the production and co-editing of our quarterly news bulletin.

All this has been achieved whilst caring for their own four children plus additional children during the school years.

In summary, I would like to thank Stuart for his faithful and loyal ministry, not only here at St Stephen’s but in all spheres of ministry that he has been involved in. Stuart never ceases to amaze us with his wonderful knowledge of the Scriptures, and his knowledge of Church History.

“Well done, thou good and faithful servant.”

ABOUT MARION – by Bev Rixon

This is an honour and privilege to be asked to say a few words to and about Marion on behalf of the women in our congregation. Marion has been a Godly and loving support to Stuart during his 25 years ministry here at St Stephen’s.

My first memories of Stuart’s and Marion’s arrival was the family van parked on the top block and four little faces peeping out of the windows. How daunting and a bit scary for Stuart James, Katy, Laura and Duncan finding themselves in a strange place after leaving the security of friends in Miles. Julie told me she stopped in her car one morning and offered the children a ride to school at West Tamworth. But they refused!! After that, she and Marion used to walk her two boys and the Andrews children to school. No doubt it wasn’t easy for this new family to settle in to their new surroundings.

I think it is testament to both Marion’s and Stuart’s Godly influence that Stuart James, Katy, Laura and Duncan and their spouses are walking with the Lord and seeking to raise their children to also follow Jesus. Marion and Stuart also parented young boarders at the Manse at various times, loving and ministering to them also. Even as a busy, supportive minister’s wife and mother, Marion led various Bible Studies and ladies’ groups at the Manse, always wanting to show her love of the Lord Jesus with the women of the congregation.

Marion became a member of the PWA and served as Vice-President in 1988 and 1989 and President in 1990 and 1991. She was also Christian Education Convenor in 2001. Marion still maintains an interest in these activities. She is also a valued member of our Ladies’ Evening Fellowship and Choir. Marion commenced the Office work on Friday mornings and various ladies form the congregation have helped her in the past. Nowadays it is Julie and I who value our prayer times together, having a cuppa, then attending to the tasks of the day, putting the Church Matters together, etc, etc.

As a congregation we have rejoiced with Marion and Stuart seeing their four children married and now their family growing with 13 beautiful grand-children to love – and to share with them their faith and love for Jesus. Katy marrying Robert meant an exciting trip over to the United Kingdom for the wedding. Only a few weeks ago they were in Northern Ireland again to care for little Isabella and welcome Amelia into the family. Also, they have taken trips to Sydney and Port Macquarie on the arrival of each of their 11 Aussie grandchildren.

Who could forget the High Tea afternoons Marion and Stuart hosted in their home; Marion so capably preparing yummy quiches, cucumber sandwiches, slice and her scrumptious sponge cake.

However, I suppose the culmination of Marion’s 25 years here at St Stephen’s would have to be finding he late father’s photos, then the letters sent to her form her father’s sister. What excitement later for her to eventually learn that her late father, Rev. Frank White was a World War II hero who, unknown to him, had been honoured with an MBE “for gallant and distinguished service in Burma”! This all climaxed in a trip over to London with Stuart and Stuart James, meeting up with Katy there, to receive her father’s award from Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II at Buckingham Palace; and the eventual publishing and launch of her book “my China Mystery”.

Marion, thank you for sharing your love of our Lord Jesus with us for the past 25 years. I just want to finish with these verses from Proverbs 31:26-30:

She speaks with wisdom,

and faithful instruction is on her tongue.

She watches over the affairs of her household

and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed;

her husband also and he praises her:

Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all.

Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting

but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

Thank you.

REFLECTIONS FROM RT REV. TREVOR CHEETHAM

  1. Trevor remembers in June 1986 attending a meeting of the Darling downs Presbytery at which Stuart was Clerk. Trevor was being interviewed for a position as assistant to the minister to West Toowoomba. Stuart asked Trevor:

How does God the Father save you?

How does God the Son save you?

How does God the Holy Spirit save you?

  1. Another memory Trevor has of meeting Stuart was at the Presbyterian Family Camp at Fairholme College in Toowoomba in May 1980 where Dr Graham Miller was speaker.
  1. Involvement and influence on no small numbers of people within the Presbyterian Church in NSW these last 25 years. Your circle of influence has been amongst ministers and their families at the Christian Education run Ministers’ Family Camps. Your presence brought calm, wisdom, stability and perseverance to struggling young ministers as you encouraged us in your godly manner of leadership. Some of those camps were quite intense.
  1. Your family members have served in assisting the next generation of leaders in our church with PK camps and I believe that Marion was camp cook on a number of occasions. As they joined with other PKs they created some strong bonds of friendships. They carried with them the training they received in the home of honouring God with their words and actions – holding firmly to the Scriptures and standing by faith in Christ under all circumstances.
  1. Stuart, you have given yourself in supporting, encouraging, strengthening and guiding the church wherever you could. You have travelled to Sydney many times to attend the meetings of the Ministry and Mission Committee of our NSW church. Your contribution is valued and weighty. You served on that committee from 1994 until 2007.
  1. Stuart, you graciously served our church in 2003-2004 as our State Moderator, representing our church and visiting churches and encouraging them in serving the Lord.
  1. You have not limited yourself to NSW, as you also attended the General Assembly of Australia and served on the Public Worship and Aids to Devotion Committee of that Assembly. In this you’ve served to help our church walk faithfully with the Lord – always seeking Him with faith and devotion, like it is in your life, and your family’s life.
  1. For a few years now you have opened your life up with small groups of fellow-servants of the Lord in Pastoral Renewal Retreats. Your Theological Reflections, your prepared Quiet Times alone with the Lord, your quiet conversations with individuals, your competitiveness at ‘Risk’ and ‘Settlers of Catar’ demonstrated a broad, down-to-earth person who loves the Lord dearly and desires to see people living in close fellowship with the Lord. Your prayers, your Biblical knowledge, your application of faith in life is a godly example for all of us to aspire toward.

Thank you and God bless you as you press on in your work and life in the Lord.

WILLIE M’BOY!

Uncle Willie as a teenager

ACCOUNT

OF THE BOATING TRAGEDY

by

 

Ruth White

October 2001

© Ruth White 2006

A tall, weather-beaten but still very conspicuous tombstone in the old Redland Bay cemetery on Serpentine Creek Road is that of “WILLIE” – William Thomas Fielding. The inscription reads, “In loving memory of Willie, the only son of William and Eliza Fielding, who was drowned in Redland Bay while attempting to save the life of others. 30 December 1905. Aged 18 years.”

Willie had four sisters. Both William and Eliza were God-fearing, devout Christians who trained their five children according to Biblical principles. After the death of his son, William donated a corner of his property in Queen Street in order to build the Baptist Church. Both parents with the family regularly attended Sunday church services. Both parents taught in the Sunday School and they all attended the Prayer Meeting held on Friday night.

And it was at the Friday night Prayer Meeting – the day before the tragedy that Willie was present and requested the following hymn to be sung –

Jesus keep me near the cross;

There a precious fountain,

Free to all a healing stream,

Flows from Calvary’s mountain.

In the cross, in the Cross,

Be my glory ever;

Till my raptured soul shall find

Rest beyond the river.

The next day dawned bright and fair. A boat trip on P. P. Outridge’s pearl-lugger, “EVELYN” was arranged for some of the young people of the district. Elsie Atthow, a young friend of the Fielding family had come from Brisbane for the weekend. The young people were enjoying the sailing on the Bay and were in high spirits. On the return, they decided to disembark and explore Snipe Island. “EVELYN” lay in the deep water of the channel, so a small dinghy was used to transport the young people to and from the island.

It appears that due to the antics and rocking of the small dinghy by some larrikins, the girls were thrown into the deep water. The Fielding sisters were rescued but Elsie Atthow was drowning. Immediately, Willie jumped into the water and sought to rescue her but in the attempt he was dragged under the water and was drowned. The girl was saved but the shock of it all was so great that she died some days later. So a happy boating trip ended in a very sorrowful way.

ACCOUNT

OF THE BOATING TRAGEDY

by

 

Marion Andrews

March 2006

© Marion Andrews 2006

On the 100th anniversary of the boating tragedy in Redland Bay and the death of Willie Fielding and Elsie Atthow, Marion Andrews sets down here some more details to add to her Auntie Ruth’s account. This story is taken from notes she made after listening to her Grandma and Dad remembering. Details have been verified by newspaper reports accessed through TROVE.

The characters in this story are

William (Bill) and Eliza Fielding of “Crediton” Redland Bay

Jane (Grandma), Mary and Lucinda Fielding, daughters of the above

William (Willie) Thomas Fielding, only son of Bill and Eliza

Mr Colin Outridge, a friend of the Fieldings, profoundly deaf.

(Colin’s brother, Mr Percival P. Outridge owned the cutter.)

Miss Elsie Atthow, house guest of the Fieldings from Brisbane

Edward and Thomas Bloomer – young local friends

Francis William Fielding White (Dad, nephew of Willie)

Hilary White (also nephew of Willie)Fielding Family at Willie's Grave

Grandma was there and saw it all happen. Dad considered his information more reliable than that of his siblings because he spent much of his childhood with his grandfather, Bill Fielding, Willie’s father. He learnt to speak his grandfather’s Devonshire lingo like a native. Dad was born six years after the tragedy and was named after his deceased uncle. His grandfather made no secret that “Willie, m’boy,” my father, was to be his heir, in place of his only son. That did not happen, but that is another story. The Fielding family expected that Dad would hyphenate his name to Fielding-White, but that did not happen either.

Willie Fielding was fair and looked more like Uncle Hilary than Dad. Grandma said he had the same forehead as Uncle Hil. He was a strong young farmer. The day he died, he spent all morning ploughing a field of thick red loam in the sub-tropical heat and humidity, plodding behind the draft-horse guiding the plough.

Willie was a tidy person at home. Grandma remembered how, when he was not dressed to go out, he always left his watch in the same spot on his dressing table, with the chain wrapped neatly around it. He left his Bible open next to it, and would read a passage aloud to himself each night before going to bed. He told her he could remember it better if he read it aloud.

Bill Fielding was a gregarious fellow, with lots of friends made through business and Church. Mr P.P. Outridge was one such friend. He owned the Outridge Printing Company in George Street, Brisbane, as well as a pearling lugger, “Evelyn” which was usually based at Thursday Island on Cape York Peninsular, the northern tip of Australia.

Mr Colin Outridge who was deaf, was the younger brother of Mr P.P. Outridge. He and Willie became firm friends and he skippered the “Evelyn” that day. The Outridges thought the world of Willie.

Another family who were friends of the Fieldings were the Atthows, also from Brisbane. Brisbane was a world away in those days, and it was a big thing for city folk to come to Redland Bay or for baysiders to go to Town. The Fielding family had a houseguest from Town that weekend, Miss Elsie Atthow. Grandma said she was a frail girl with a heart condition. Some of my Aunts liked to discuss whether or not she was Willie’s girlfriend. Grandma said not, but Bill Fielding was something of a matchmaker, and that question remains veiled in the mist of the past.

On Friday night, 29th December 1905, Grandma remembers her brother helping his mother put her gloves on, as they were leaving for the Prayer Meeting. We find it hard to imagine the need for gloves on a hot summer’s night, but a woman was not considered properly dressed, especially for Church, without gloves, and a man showed his care and consideration by helping his mother, or sister, or wife, with her gloves.

One of the songs they sang that night was an old Sankey’s favourite,

The Great Physician now is here,

The sympathizing Jesus.

He comes the wounded heart to cheer,

O, hear the voice of Jesus!

These words were to become very precious to Grandma after her brother’s death.

The next day dawned: Saturday 30th December 1905. This was the day Mr. Colin Outridge was giving a New Year’s Eve party for the young people of the district aboard his brother’s lugger. After the midday meal, three of Willie’s sisters, Mary, Jane and Lyn went off with their father to the jetty, to board the “Evelyn”. Eliza, Willie’s mother, stayed back with Willie.

Willie had come in from ploughing, and he needed to wash the red dust from his hair before going to the party. There was no bathroom shower at Crediton in those days. Water was fetched in a pitcher from the tank tap on the verandah and warmed on the wood stove. A basin was placed on the kitchen table and mild soap used to lather the hair in the soft rainwater. Then another member of the family poured rinsing water over the head of the person being washed. It was a two-person task. So Mother Eliza stayed back to help Willie wash his hair.

Willie arrived on board the “Evelyn” just in time to join the party, which included another two young men, Edward and Thomas Bloomer.

In 2001, the last year of my father’s life, I went fishing with him in the channel off Snipe Island. He had spent his childhood on this bay, often with his grandfather. He sketched for me word pictures of the “Evelyn” and where the dinghy took the young people ashore. The dinghy capsized and Miss Atthow was struggling in the water after the other girls were rescued. Jane was standing by the rail of the lugger.

Willie turned and looked at her enquiringly.

Eliza nodded, “Yes!”

There is some debate about how proficient a swimmer Willie was. Even if he could swim, he was not a trained lifesaver.

Grandma (Jane) said quite simply, “She drowned him!” She said it without blame or bitterness. To her it was a fact she had come to terms with a long time ago. Elsie too could not be revived when dragged from the water.

Willie disappeared under the water, and his body was not found for almost a week. His father walked the shore of Redland Bay twice a day, morning and evening, every day until he was found. His hair turned white in a fortnight.

Then some fishermen caught a huge shark near Dunwich on Stradbroke Island. Inside the creature, they found remains that were identified as those of Willie Fielding. They retrieved a human skull, with some brown hair attached to the crown, also the lower jaw, some teeth, a hand, and some bones.

Willie was awarded a posthumous award for bravery by the Royal Humane Society. His parents treasured this award, until, in Grandma’s words, “It went with the house,” when it was burned down. “Crediton”, the Fielding homestead was destroyed by fire in the 1930’s.

Uncle Willie Fielding’s remains were buried where the obelisk stands in the Serpentine Creek Road Cemetery. Before his parents died, the new Redland Bay cemetery was opened and William and Eliza Fielding were buried there. Old Bill Fielding left a request in his will that his son Willie’s remains be retrieved and buried with his parents at the new cemetery.

After many years, and the reluctance on the part of most relatives to do this, my father and his father, both by the name of Frank White, performed this task, to honour Willie and respect his parents’ wishes. Dad said the remains, a skull and leg bone, fitted in a pinewood packing case. These, he and his father took and buried in the Fielding family grave at Redland Bay.

A street and park bearing the name “Fielding” are the only reminders now of a family that once were an important part of the fabric of society and commerce in Redland Bay.

SURPRISE

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SURPRISE!
25TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATIONS

On Saturday 24th November, the surprises just kept coming. I thought our Aussie children were all coming home because it was their father’s birthday, and that was terrific! How well so many people had kept their secret! And for so long!

Months before, even before we left for Broughshane and the birth of wee Amelia Rose, our newest granddaughter, the wheels were in motion. Our beloved congregation was organizing a celebration for our 25 years of ministry at St Stephen’s Tamworth. Stuart knew it was happening because the people had to know we would be there that day, but that was all. He had no idea the lengths the whole congregation would go to, to celebrate with us and show us their affection. Our children all knew and were drawn into the planning. Even Katy in Robert in Northern Ireland knew and never dropped a hint to me.

Such lengths they went to! Our Session Clerk Brian Rixon and his wife Bev spear-headed the planning, but it was evident that day how many people had been busy. The Moderator and his wife, Trevor and Penny Cheetham took part: visiting preachers and Presbytery Clerks from afar got involved: Terry and Judy Sadler from Narrabri, Lance and Doreen Jackson from Glen Innes, Graham and Yvonne Philp from Arding were among a number of people who came long distances to celebrate with us.

Thankfully, the day was not as hot as it could have been. All the sliding doors were open and the childproof enclosure beside the hall proved popular with the children. Penny and I were presented with beautiful corsages. We enjoyed platters of cold meat cooked by some of the men, I believe, and salads followed by delicious sweets as only country cooks know how to make. People from other churches manned the kitchen so that our members could all be there for lunch.

Then we moved into the church where our choir was already in place, wearing the stoles of Chinese crimson that we wore for the launch of “My China Mystery”. They looked splendid and I was touched. Another surprise awaited us by way of three visitors from Queensland who had just arrived in time for the service. One had been talking to the Archivist in Church Offices in Sydney who was preparing material for this occasion, and decided to drive all the way to be there.

To be continued …

HOW SPEAK THE DEAD

On our historic tour of the Hunter Valley, we were impressed by the messages of faith and hope in the Lord Jesus that can be read on even the oldest tombstone.

Christ in me the hope of glory is recorded in the old cemetery at Oakhampton. This graveyard has almost gone back to nature. There are a few monuments and headstones scattered around this green field beside the Hunter River. The notice board at the gate sites the Logan graves as being under the pepperina tree. Well, there was no pepperina tree to be seen. However, we eventually found three large stones lying flat around an untidy hole where the tree, no doubt, fell over.  Here is the inscription from one of those stones:

Sacred to the memory of
Margaret
the beloved wife of John Logan
who departed this life
16th November 1868
Aged 86 years

Farewell dear friends my race is run
My mournful days are passed
My life of glory has begun
And shall forever last

Also
John Logan
The husband of the above
Who departed this life
On the _ April 1872
Aged 92 years

Christ in me the hope of glory

At the Pioneer Hill Cemetery at Raymond Terrace we found the inscription: Jesus is our all.

This graveyard is well maintained under shady old trees, and the wide lawn in the middle made a superb picnic spot for our group.

Here is the inscription on our family tombstone there:

THOMAS LOGAN
WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE
26TH DEC 1874 Aged 75 years
Call’d hence by sudden death
Leaving a Wife and large Family
To lament their loss.

Jesus is our all

We were encouraged by these simple messages from people who died nearly 150 years ago. Our hearts swelled with joy and our faces lighted up to know fellowship in the Truth with these Christian forebears we have never met. We look forward to the day when we meet them in glory!

HISTORIC TOUR OF HUNTER VALLEY 2

Stuart and I  left Tamworth at 7.00am and made our way towards Raymond Terrace. We made one short stop at Scone and not long after that realized we were following Ray and Maree in their car. We followed them, arriving at Raymond Terrace just on 11.00am – a four hour journey. Eventually we met up with the rest of the group at the Maccas in Raymond Terrace. Some of us went to the one on the Pacific Highway, which we soon discovered is Heatherbrae, not RT. What did we do before mobile phones?!!!

We went to Pioneer Hill Cemetery at Raymond Terrace, where we found the grave of Thomas Logan, my great-great-grandfather. I told the story of his tragic death in a house fire – see the previous post. This old cemetery is more like a park of old trees on a hill top, with some groups of old headstones scattered around the edge. The local golf course surrounds it. By now it was well and truly lunch time, so we decided to spread our rugs on the shady lawn and eat. The three little girls delighted in decorating pine cones with the large oxalis flowers – pink, white and primrose colours, while the two boys ran and played. It was a delightful setting and we enjoyed each other’s company and provisions.

Next, we drove to Maitland – 30 mins and on to Oakhampton Road where John and Margaret Logan had a farm between the road and the river. This is quite a narrow strip of farming land. Part way along we discovered the old Oakhampton Cemetery. (154 Oakhampton Road  Oakhampton NSW 2320) This small plot has not been cared for like the Pioneer Hill one we came from. It needs some tender-loving-care.

It was not difficult to find the headstones of John and Margaret, Dorcas and William Logan. Officially it is in the Methodist Section, but all such divisions have long since crumbled, or been washed away by the flood waters of the mighty Hunter.

John Logan is, we think, our earliest and oldest Australian ancestors, coming to Australia in 1837 from Mt Shannon in Ireland. That was eight generations ago. And God has honoured the prayer of faith prayed by old Grandfather Dyas before he farewelled his daughter, Eliza Logan and her family, that God would bless them in the new land.

THE ONLY RULE OF FAITH AND PRACTICE

When Stuart was inducted into the ministry of Word and Sacrament at St Stephen’s Tamworth, he took certain vows. I sat there and listened to them, and that was all I had to do: that was my part in the service the ministers and elders of the New England Presbytery held to induct my husband into this pastoral charge.

But was, and is sitting and listening all for me, the minister’s wife, Mrs Minister, chatelaine of the Manse? I don’t think so. I am sure that if I myself am not committed to support my husband in keeping these vows, his ministry, and mine will fail.

So what are these vows? What do they mean for me?

Question 1

1. Do you believe the Word of God which is contained in the Scriptures of the Old and New Testaments to be the only rule of faith and practice?

Yes, I do believe this. When I was about 9 years old, I started reading the Bible every day. By the time I was in my mid-teens, I complained to my grandmother, who had given me my Bible, that the Scripture Union notes my parents bought for me missed out a lot of the Bible.

“Well,” she answered, “If you read about three pages of the Bible every day, you will get through it in a year.”

This made sense to me. But I didn’t want to be reading just the Old or just the New Testament. So I divided the number of pages in my Bible in three. I calculated that if I started at Genesis, Psalms and Matthew in January, I would achieve my purpose. And I used this system with satisfaction for several years.

Then I met a young man who went even further. He belonged to a group associated with the Navigators, and they emphasised the need to write something down each day, something to remember and put into practice. As my commitment to this young man increased, so did my desire to not only read the Word but live according to its principles.

As my love for one grew, so did my love for the other. As my love for the Word grew, so did my love for the Lord Jesus Christ. Something so simple as reading several pages and jotting something down each day, matured me in ways I could never imagine. My quest to put God’s Word into practice, is, I think still at an early stage, and will be my mission into eternity. I am still a beginner, as family and friends know all too well.

This regime has not been without cost down the years. It has cost me an extra twenty minutes in bed of a morning, but what is that? My godly mother and aunt both warned me that I would not be able to keep it up when I had a young family. They were trying to save me from stress. But I was able to keep up one or two of my three readings, even in the busiest years. It was not a stress then; it was a necessity. I hungered and thirsted for God’s Word. And my husband was committed to making it possible. So together we taught our young ones to read God’s word systematically, and sent them out into the world equipped with twelve notebooks, one for each month, in which to jot down something every day for faith and practice.

Another cost has been that I have lost my taste for lesser writings. I find I have little patience with some writers of both fiction and non-fiction books, particularly in the Christian market. I have left behind an assortment of devotional books that once filled my quiet time.

When God called Stuart into the ministry (through his daily Bible Reading – Ezekiel 2) I did not question. I may not have liked the prospect, I may not have felt cut out for wife of a minister, but I knew that if God called I must embrace His purpose as good and prefect.

Now, towards the end of our ministry, we have promoted our Bible Reading system in our congregation. Many people, some now in the presence of the Lord in heaven, have read the whole Bible at least once, helped by the short pointer notes Stuart has written for the weekly notice sheet. And there is a sense in which the congregation has collectively put the Word into practice.

The congregation is remarkable for the absence of a critical spirit that once ruled. Hardly a week goes by when someone doesn’t comment on it. The atmosphere in worship and at morning tea afterwards is loving and caring. People smile and are pleased to see each other again, and to make new friends. God’s Spirit has worked with the spirit of the congregation through the Word to bring palpable change in the whole group, as well as in individuals.

Promoting the reading and practice of God’s Word is not done on wings of eagles, nor with swift feet. This is the foot-slogging part of ministry, the ‘walk and not grow weary’ part of the deal. [Isaiah 40:31]

Besides that, it takes total commitment on the part of both husband and wife to make it happen. My part in this has been the office work, putting the readings into the notice sheet week by week. Together we have developed web sites so that more people can access and use this system.
http://readthebiblein1or3years.wordpress.com/

Stuart has preached the Word in season and out, according to his vows. We both have sought to honour this first vow by promoting plain reading of God’s word and putting it into practice. Surely it is our only rule for faith and conduct.

HISTORIC TOUR OF HUNTER VALLEY

FIRST PLACE OF INTEREST:

Pioneer Hill Cemetery at Raymond Terrace – grave of Thomas Logan

Our ancestor, Thomas Logan is buried at the Pioneer Hill Cemetery at Raymond Terrace.
http://austcemindex.com/inscription.php?id=7740820

Inscription for Thomas Logan
Cemetery:    Pioneer Hill Family Name:    Logan
Given Names:    Thomas
Birth Date:
Death Date:    26 Dec 1874
Age:    75y
Remarks:    son/John; h/Eliza; father
Portion:    Anglican

INSCRIPTION ON TOMBSTONE

THOMAS LOGAN
WHO DEPARTED THIS LIFE
26TH DEC 1874 Aged 75 years
Call’d hence by sudden death
leaving a Wife and large Family
to lament their loss.
Jesus is our all.

Thomas and Eliza Logan had in all fourteen children, five of whom predeceased their father. The remainder moved in stages to Queensland in the 1860’s. When the two youngest daughters made their decision to marry and live in Queensland they begged their parents to accompany them, but Thomas Logan was so attached to his home and district he could not be persuaded to leave. But when eventually Maria married John Dart and settled in Queensland and was anticipating the birth of her first child Eliza Logan was finally persuaded to make the move with her remaining daughters, in expectation that her husband Thomas, would decide to follow.

The unfortunate circumstance surrounding this decision was that Thomas Logan was destined never to make the move to the Northern State. On Christmas Day, 1874, he spent the day with his nephew William and his family, and then Boxing Day at the home of a neighbour. That evening he rode home to find his house in flames and was not seen alive again. It is supposed, because his horse was tied to the fence with the saddle still on its back, that he must have rushed into the burning house to rescue deeds and valuables which later were found in a chest he had brought from Ireland, as his body was discovered lying charred beside it. His remains were interred in the Raymond Terrace Cemetery on 29th December, and his will left valuable property to his children and adequate provision for his widow.
- Harold W Dart

LOGAN GRAVES AT OAKHAMPTON CEMETERY 154 Oakhampton Road, Oakhampton NSW 2320

LOGAN    DORCAS    33    27/11/1857    Methodist    Oakhampton
LOGAN    JOHN    95    29/04/1872    Methodist    Oakhampton
LOGAN    MARGARET85    16/11/1868    Methodist    Oakhampton
LOGAN    WILLIAM    68    15/10/1885    Methodist    Oakhampton

John Logan Snr died at his home at Okehampton Road, Maitland on 20th April 1872 – age 95 years.
His wife Margaret, two sons and three daughters predeceased him.

THE DEPARTURE TO AUSTRALIA.

In 1836 final arrangements were made, and goodbyes said, and the jaunting-car arrived at the door to take Eliza and family, comprising four children – Ann, Lucinda, John and Elizabeth to Limerick, where they were to start by the sailing ship, “The Lady McNaughton”. Her father accompanied them for five miles, and Lucinda, my mother, although she was only 5 years old, can perfectly remember her grandfather Dyas. Before he said goodbye he knelt down at the back of the jaunting-car, uncovered his bald head though it was raining, and commended his daughter, husband and family, to God’s care and keeping. Lucinda, in her childish fancy, thought, “What a silly man to soil his clothes in the mud, and wet his head and clothing!”

However, in her more mature years, she always considered his prayers were answered richly, and that they followed his whole family, and Eliza’s descendants, to the present day…

After parting, they travelled on to Limerick, arriving safely, and were soon on board the sailing ship “Lady McNaughton”, twelve souls in all – John and Margaret Logan, their son Thomas, his wife and four children, John (brother to Thomas), William (step-brother) and Eliza and Margaret (stepsisters).

THE LOGAN FAMILY IN NEW SOUTH WALES

The Logan family felt that God had indeed protected them and that they had great cause for thankfulness. Later, when news reached Ireland of their great deliverance and safe arrival in the new land, a Thanksgiving Service was held in the Church they formerly attended, and papers describing it were sent out to them.

Another disappointment awaited them! When they were free from quarantine and made enquiry about Land Grants, they found they could not get them. They had been discontinued in February 1831, five years before they arrived. So John and his children rented land near the Hunter River in New South Wales. Thomas took a position as Superintendent or Manager for Mr Nolan, where he had the oversight of twelve convict stations. He lived at the head station, had a groom, and two horses for his special use, and had control of food supplies. The punishment of the convicts, a part he greatly disliked, led to his staying only one year. Another thing that he disliked was that he often had to be away from home, leaving his wife and little ones to the care of servants. His wife, being kind to them, and often attending to their wounds after punishment, received nothing but kindness and respect from them.

After leaving the station, Thomas rented land, and bought cattle and horses of his own, near to his father’s place. He had opened his house for the Presbyterians to hold services, and his sister Eliza started a school. Later, the government brought in a measure called “The Church and School Estate Land Grants”, by which they could lease land for 21 years. Grandfather leased a place four miles long and a mile wide fronting the Williams River, (some distance south of Dungog at Clarencetown in the Parish of Gloucester,) where he resided until different laws were made, and he could purchase land. Then he purchased four farms on the Parading Ground where he made his final home.

-from The Reminiscences of Eliza Ann Dart

EXTRACT FROM THE PASSENGER LIST OF THE LADY MACNAUGHTON
(I added the last two columns – MFA)

All from Mt Shannon, Parish of Enniscalta, County Galway
No    Surname    Christian name     Married or single    Religion      Generation
235    Logan         John       M      Protestant    first              1
235    Logan         William      S        Protestant    second        2
235    Logan         Elizabeth      S     Protestant    second        3
235    Logan         Margaret   S    Protestant    second        4
235    Logan         Thomas   M  Protestant    second         5
235    Logan         Eliza    M   Protestant    second         6
235    Logan         Ann     S    Protestant    third             7
235    Logan         Lucinda     S    Protestant    third             8
235    Logan         John   M    Protestant    second         9
235    Logan         Eliza (infant)  Died 9.12.1836 at sea   Protestant    third   10
235    Logan         John     S     Protestant    third           11
235    Logan         Margaret   M   Protestant    first             12

  • John 1 and Margaret 12 (nee Deering, mother of William, Elizabeth and Margaret) are the older couple.
  • John’s 1 son Thomas 5 (by his first wife Ann Fogerty dec.), is married to Eliza 6 (nee Dyas). Their children are Ann, Lucinda, John and Eliza.
  • John Logan 9 is full brother of Thomas and seems to have left his wife in Ireland, perhaps deceased. William 2 is step-brother of Thomas 5 and full brother of Elizabeth 3 and Margaret 4.
  • Eliza Logan who became Eliza Fielding was born in Australia to Thomas and Eliza and was named after the baby who died at sea. Thus our grandmother Jane (Fielding) White is descended from John 1, Thomas 5 and Eliza 6.
  • All the other names are distant relatives.
  • John Logan Snr – father of Thomas and John
    Whitmore Logan step-brother of Thomas & John
  • Places the Logan Family pioneered
    Maitland, Okehampton, Stockton, Raymond Terrace, Stroud, Singleton, Clarencetown (Tiligerry Creek, Williams River), Port Stephens and Aberdeen
  • Whitmore Logan was a son of Thomas and Eliza Logan, born after they arrived in Australia.

PHOTO  SUMMARY

John and Margaret Logan

John Logan

married

Ann Fogerty

mother of Thomas & John.

 Ann died and

Thomas married

Margaret Deering

mother of William, Margaret and Elizabeth

Thomas and Eliza Logan

Thomas Logan

married

Eliza Dyas

Children born in Ireland: Ann, Lucinda, John, Elizabeth (died at sea)

+ 10 more children born in Australia including Eliza Amelia

 

William and Eliza Fielding

William Fielding

married

Eliza Amelia Logan

Children:

Lavinia (Vin Percival), Jane (White) , Mary (May Jenyns), William (Willie) and Lucinda (Lin Oliver)

Frank and Jane White

Joyce, Hilary (sitting), Halley, Ruth (in arms), Lucinda, Frances, Lavinia (sitting), Frank

Eldest to youngest: Halley Jane Logan (Nicholls), Frances Catherine (Hossack), Frank (Francis William Fielding White) (Frances and Francis – twins), Eliza Lillian Joyce (Golsworthy), Lavinia Adelaide (Vin Skerman), Hilary Whitmore Logan White, Lucinda Elizabeth (Wik), Esther Ruth White

Jane Eliza Harriet Fielding

married

Frank White

AUTHOR INTERVIEW published in the Christian Publisher Newsletter August 2012

 

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IN THE FULLNESS OF TIME
by Marion Andrews

I started writing letters when I was five. My Grandma kept my first letter in her Bible for twenty-five years and I have it now. As a child, I moved town many times and there were always friends to correspond with from the last place we lived in. These letters kept me from becoming too lonely or isolated as we changed from one school to another. As well, I had three missionary aunties to write to on Sunday afternoons.

The first novel I read was ‘Tanglewoods’ Secret’ by Patricia St John when I was seven: the first biography, ‘Pearl’s Secret’ by Mrs Howard Taylor. I read them again and again, and went on to read my mother’s old Sunday School prize books from an earlier generation. I became known at every library, at school or in town. When I was eleven, I stapled together some re-cycled sheets of paper and started to write my own story. All I remember was that it was set in the slums of old London and didn’t get very far. It was too hard.

English was my best subject at school, though I was never top of the class. Occasionally a teacher would encourage me with a tick or ‘good work’. Anne Hamilton writes, ‘People who are not good at something and desperately want to be, listen intently. They are teachable.’ That rings a bell with me.

I have been submitting manuscripts to publishers since I was 30. I was 63 before a publisher said “Yes.” However, I did not let the disappointment of rejection get in the way of writing. I have written weekly letters first to my parents, now to my children, since I left home at 15. Originally, they were hand written; now they are printed out from a computer and adorned with photos with a space for hand-written personal notes. And I have exploited various captive audiences, who haven’t minded being taken advantage of. I wrote Panda Stories for my children, and am re-writing them for my grandchildren.

I have edited local church newspapers for thirty years or more, and for ten years wrote a parenting column for our denominational journal, Australian Presbyterian. In 1994, the Presbyterian Church published “Recover The Family – A Survey of Christian Families in Australia”. This is the results of a survey I conducted with 70 Australian families who had been Christians for three or more generations.

In 1994, a series of desperate situations among young ministry families motivated me to start a ‘Women in Ministry’ Newsletter for wives of ministers, missionaries and home missionaries. I was able to fund this with a tithe of the money I received for taking in boarders – High School children from isolated places who needed to come to Tamworth to complete their education. I edited this newsletter for up to 300 women for fifteen years until it became more viable to set up a blog. The blog is less personal, and I miss the lovely letters and contributions I once received a week or so after people opened their quarterly WIM Newsletter.

In 1999, I enrolled in the Graduate Certificate of Journalism being offered on the internet by University of Queensland. I thoroughly enjoyed this course over two years, and befriended my tutors at a distance. They seemed to enjoy getting to know this ‘religious’ woman from the depths of the wild and woolly west. It was a thoroughly uplifting experience. I also did a six-month Correspondence Children’s Writers’ Course during the nineties. The teacher used one of my stories in her next teaching manual, but the sort of books the course promoted were far too worldly and weird for me.

It is evident that I have always written for people I know and love. I cannot write for some great market out there. It’s too hard. God knows my limitations, and in His good time gave me an assignment at which I could not fail. He made himself my research director and advisor. He gave me 150 tightly inscribed photos from my father’s first year in China. He sent me ten years of missionary prayer letters from my parents in China.

After receiving the bundle of China letters in 2008, I started writing up the story for the family, a little more each week to include in the family letter. I realized that there was a gap of nearly three years while my father was seconded from the mission to the army at the end of World War II. I wondered if I could find out anything to fill in the gap. I tried one military and government organization after another, to no avail. Then my husband managed to locate the Gurkha Association on the Internet, and from there I emailed the Gurkha Museum.

The Curator of the Gurkha Museum lay awake one night thinking about Francis William Fielding White. He couldn’t get the name off his mind. Surely this was the Lord, once again moving my research forward, using His influence to nudge someone. I think we jumped the queue there, and it wasn’t long before we had a reply, asking if I knew about my father’s award for gallant and distinguished service in Burma. No, I didn’t.

I was able to continue writing the story of the war years, but had no way of knowing how to find this long-lost award. Then, in a remarkable way, God brought Dad’s award to the notice of a retired Virger from St Paul’s Cathedral London, now living in Tamworth, just the right person to guide us to retrieve Dad’s award. But for God, who’d have thought all these links would follow one after the other to give me a story worth telling.

The Queen said, “What an extraordinary story!”  when she handed me Dad’s award. And so I wrote one final chapter of how God made it possible for me to bring home not only the Badge, but also the Warrant and Citation, important documents relating to my father’s war service. This was a story I gladly wrote for my family, but I knew there were many other people who would like to read it, people who knew and loved my parents in the many places they ministered throughout Australia, as well as friends  who followed our progress to the Palace and back. It needed to be published hard copy, not just on a blog.

The manuscript was rejected once, but only once. Even Before Publishing accepted my story and the rest is history. To God be all the praise and all the glory, because without my great Research Director, it would not have come to pass.

The Lord has always provided for my needs, and I doubt that we will be able to retire to a tropic isle on my earnings. As I tell my friends who ask me about ‘royalties’, I am not Agatha Christie or JK Rowlings. These friends have seen documentaries or read about famous writers, and seem to think that publishing a book is an immediate door to wealth. My writing till now has been for free, to encourage and edify the people of God. If ‘My China Mystery’ can bring glory to God and extend His kingdom in some small way, I shall be amply rewarded. If someone turns from the downhill slide to death to the way of life through reading this book, my joy will be boundless. And no doubt the Lord will have some good purpose for the money.

Do I regret all those years of rejections? No. In the fullness of time, God gave me a story worth telling. Everything else has led up to this. He has drawn all the threads together, threads of experience, of training, of discipline. Years ago, I reasoned that to write a worthwhile biography, I would have to either persuade a famous person to let me write theirs, or write such a story as to make the person famous. I did ask one well-known Christian woman but she gently said no. Perhaps, God has graciously let me do the other.

A NEW MINISTER FOR WALCHA

The Presbytery of New England was meeting at Walcha at 2.00pm on Wednesday 8thAugust 2012. Stuart and I spent the morning getting the Order of Service for the evening right and all printed out. As the morning slipped by, I went to nearby Shopping World from the church office to buy some lunch. We ate while the sheets were printing, called home briefly, and got on our way to Walcha; an hour plus drive on mountain roads.

We had a very happy time at Walcha. David and Ashleigh Burge are in the Manse, with their four little ones. I chatted with Ashleigh’s mother at the washing line. Both sets of grandparents were there, which was a splendid support for David and Ashleigh.

The Induction was a joyful occasion as these people have been waiting seven years for their own minister. During that time, they have increased from one young family with two children to seven young families with eighteen small children. Would that God would grant such blessing to every rural congregation!

It was a frosty night, a night for parkas, tweed jackets and overcoats. I guess the Burge family had it colder in Mongolia! At almost ninety, May was snug in her long fur coat. May reminded me how she used to take a ride with my father to Brisbane, and how she said she wouldn’t go again if he drove so fast! I responded that I knew others who felt the same, but I always found driving with Dad an adventure. May was pleased to buy a copy of ‘My China Mystery”.

A good number of people came from Nowendoc, Armidale, Uralla, Guyra, Glen Innes and Tenterfield on the Queensland border, as well as Tamworth: all happy to see Walcha well settled. The church was full and the high wooden rafters resounded to the singing of praise to God Most High.

Stuart has been Interim Moderator for Walcha three times in our years at Tamworth. It really has been our pleasure to make regular excursions to Walcha and Nowendoc. Driving Thunderbolt’s Way between services at Walcha and Nowendoc on a Sunday afternoon, I imagined Stuart as steward of this spectacular land, and the sheep that pastured in it.  During the first vacancy, my father came and ministered to these people for fourteen months, loving them and finding love and respect in return. We used to take our day off to go and see him. And that too was an adventure and an education, as we checked out the local sawmill, made jelly from crab apples and had lunch at Apsley Riverview Hostel.

In the normal course of events, we will no longer visit Walcha in a ministry capacity. The Good Shepherd has handed over this flock to a new young shepherd. Stuart and I will continue in prayer for these people and the dear couple who have undertaken “cheerfully to perform all the parts of the ministerial work to the edifying of the body of Christ in love”; prayer being the pleasure and privilege of those who are older in ministry.

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