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Mary Jane Sullivan (McGuinness)
born Scotland about 1845 - died Australia 1929
wife of Daniel James Sullivan b.1842 Goulburn NSW, Australia, died Newstead, Vic Australia in 1918
parents of John Daniel, Edward Michael, Julia Hannah, Daniel James, Albert George, Danial James, Thomas Frederick, Ernest Edmund, James Francis, Ernest Edmund, Alice Mary Josephine, Mary Jane and William Arthur
Daniel James Sullivan
1879, Newstead, Vic, Australia
1948, Red Cliffs, Vic, Australia
husband of Annie Collihole
Annie Sullivan (Collihole)
1897 - 1970
wife of Daniel James Sullivan
mother of Albert James, Mavis Rosemary, June Emily Eileen Mary, Daniel Joseph and Margaret Ann
This photograph was taken on Christmas Day 2009.
This photograph is the descendants of Albert George Sullivan b. 1877, Australia and d. 1953 in New Zealand. This photograph was taken in Kennedy Park, Napier New Zealand on 24 April 2004
This photograph is the descendants of Thomas Frederick Sullivan b. 1882 Australia, and d. 1934 New Zealand. It was taken in Kennedy Park Napier, New Zealand on 24 April 2004
Newstead Football Club (Victoria, Australia) 1911
Winners of the Leidwell Trophy
rear: E.Sullivan, H.Eyers, F.Lock, R.Mizzini, D.Sullivan, T.Holly, A.Easton, T.McMillan, J.Sheehan J. Crowe.
Middle: F.Mackie (Goal Umpire), W.Lock, W.Lauer, H.Jenkin (Sec.) W.Blair (Captain), F.Lauer, J.McMillan, W.Sullivan, W.Locke, W.Easton, P.H.Harte (Vice Pres)
front: F.Rowe, W.Dunstone, E.Burgess, W Gaulton (Umpire)
found this lovely poem and thought I would include it here
OLD GRANNY SULLIVAN.
A pleasant, shady place it is, a pleasant place and cool
The township folk go up and down, the children pass to school.
Along the river lies my world, a dear, sweet world to me;
I sit and learn—I cannot go ; there is so much to see
But Granny she has seen the world, and often by her side
I sit and listen while she speaks of youthful days of pride.
Old Granny's hands are clasped ; she wears her favourite faded shawl
I ask her this, I ask her that : she says, " I mind it all."
The boys and girls that Granny knew, far o'er the sea are they,
But there's no love like the old love, and the old world far away,
Her talk is all of wakes and fairs, or how, when night would fall,
"'Twas many a queer thing crept and came," and Granny " minds them all."
A strange, new land was this to her, and perilous, rude, and wild,
Where loneliness and tears and care came to each mother's child,
The wilderness closed all around, grim as a prison wall
But white folk then were stout of. heart—ah! Granny " minds it all."
The day she first met Sullivan—she tells it all to me
How she was hardly twenty-one and he was twenty-three.
The courting days! the kissing days !—but bitter things befall
The bravest hearts that plan and dream. Old Granny " minds it all."
Her wedding dress I know by heart ; yes, every flounce and frill ;
And the little home they lived in first, with the garden on the hill.
'Twas there her baby boy was born, and neighbours came to call,
But none had seen a boy like Jim—and Granny " minds it all."
They had their fight in those old days; but Sullivan was strong, .
A smart quick man at anything ; 'twas hard to put him wrong. . . .
One day they brought him from the mine (the big salt tears will fall).
"'Twas long ago, God rest his soul I " Poor Granny “minds it all."
The first dark days of widowhood, the weary days and slow,
The grim, disheartening, uphill fight, then Granny lived to know.
"The childer"—ah! they grew and grew—sound, rosy-cheeked, and tall,
" The childer " still they are to her—Old Granny " minds them all."
How well she loved her little brood ! Oh, Granny's heart was brave !
She gave to them her love and faith—all that the good God gave.
They change not with the changing years, as babies just the same
She feels for them, though some, alas! have brought her grief and shame.
The big world called them here and there, and many a mile away :
They cannot come—she cannot go—the darkness haunts the day.
And I, no flesh and blood of hers, sit here while shadows fall
I sit and listen—Granny talks ; for Granny " minds them all."
Just fancy Granny Sullivan at seventeen or so,
In all the floating finery that women love to show
And oh, it is a merry dance : the fiddler's flushedwith wine,
And Granny's partner brave and gay, and Granny's eyes ashine. . . .
'Tis time to pause—for pause we must; we only have our day:
Yes, by and by our dance will die ; our fiddlers cease to play ;
And we shall seek some quiet spot, where great grey shadows fall,
And sit and wait as Granny waits, we'll sit and " mind them all."
John Shaw Neilson
From Victorian Readers fifth book 1930