Family history is turning out to be addictive. My father’s story was written in collaboration with my brother, who did most of the research. Once again we were amazed at what we uncovered – such as quite close relations living nearby who we never knew existed. Why not? We simply have no idea. On both sides of our family, whole families migrated from England to Australia in the 1800s after a couple of intrepid siblings came over to check it out and reported back – pack your bags! Our father was born in Brisbane in 1891, just a few months after his grandmother, then his parents and two older siblings had arrived to join the advance party. Dad effectively had two lives: a long, carefree bachelorhood before committing to marriage and family when he was approaching fifty – and commit he did. It has been very gratifying to fill in all the gaps and leave a little legacy about their heritage to our younger generations.