Deaf Dave's family tree

His Parker ancestors in Taree... 

The name Taree is believed to date back to 1770 during Captain James Cook exploratory voyage. He sailed north from what was to become Sydney.There were three Aboriginal tribes in the local area and it is thought that their name for a local 'fig' tree, a "Tareebit", resulted in the name Taree being used.

The first recorded European to cross the what is today known as the Manning River, was explorer John Oxley in 1818. He named a settlement at the mouth of the river "Harrington". Local commerce started to grow after that time. In the 1820's Cedar tree cutters arrived and started felling the vast local Cedar forests. Following a large grant of land on the river to Mr William Winter in 1831, he established a family home called "Taree" and had a Schooner named "Tarree" that was used to ship the cut Cedar to Sydney and ports in between.

Manning River ... named after Sir William Manning, Deputy-Governor of the Australian Agricultural Company, by Henry Dangar (surveyor for that company) in 1826 - originally "Manning's River", the apostrophe was soon dropped.

The main tools Deaf Dave used to help find his ancestors were;
Ancestry http://www.ancestry.com
Family Heritage http://www.familyheritage.com
BDM website http://www.bdm.nsw.gov.au/
Trove http://trove.nla.gov.au/

David's generations

Up to five generations. 

First generation

Second Generation

Third Generation

Fourth Generation

Fifth Generation

Parker

Millard

Seistrup (Poulsen)

McKinnon

Perry

Radich

Boland

Goodwin

Matheison

McDonald

Steven

Lawerence

Envarsen

Healey/Healy

Rose

Lorenson

Donovan

Summers

Thompson

Putmore

Yates

Fitzgerald

Dickenson

Lees

Nikoloric

Mackean

Wright

Byrnes
Reynolds
Sweeney
Garston

A fitting tribute about our ancestors... Graveyards of Liverpool

Dear Ancestor
Your headstone stands amongst the rest, neglected and alone.
The names and dates are chiselled out, and detail unknown
It reaches out to all who care; it is to late to mourn.

You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born.
Yet each of us are cells of you, in Flesh, in Blood, in Bone.
Our Blood contracts and beats a pulse, entirely not our own.


Dear Ancestor
The place you filled 100 years ago.
Spreads out among the ones you left,
Who would have loved you so.

I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you know.
That someday I would find this spot, and come and visit you.

Liverpool Journal 22 Sept 1849