Person:Thomas Ballard (25)

Thomas Lewis Ballard, *
d.14 Feb 1904 Glen Innes, Australia
  1. Thomas Lewis Ballard, *1818 - 1904
m. 23 Jun 1853
  1. Mary Ballard, *1854 - 1934
  2. Maria Catherine Ballard1856 - 1935
  3. Thomas Edward Ballard1858 - 1893
  4. David Ballard1860 - 1937
  5. Cyrus Ballard1862 -
  6. Allan Ballard1864 - 1935
Facts and Events
Name Thomas Lewis Ballard, *
Gender Male
Birth? 1818
Marriage 23 Jun 1853 Paterson, New South Walesto Catherine McKinnon, *
Death? 14 Feb 1904 Glen Innes, Australia
Death Certificate: New South Wales Government Registry of Births Deaths & Marriages
Registration Number Last Name Given Name(s) Father's Given Name(s) Mother's Given Name(s) District
The Richmond River Herald and Northern Districts Advertiser (NSW : 1886 - 1942), Friday 26 February 1904,
Mr. Thomas Ballard, an old pioneer of Red Range, Glen Innis, died last week, aged 86. Mrs. R. Bignell and Mrs. James Cornish, of the Manning River, were daughters of the deceased.
Glen Innes Examiner and General Advertiser (NSW : 1874 ­ 1908), Tuesday 23 February 1904, page 2
Death of Mr. Thomas Ballard.

On Sunday morning, February 14th, there passed away across the Great Divide the soul of one of the pioneers of Red Range, Mr. Thomas Ballard. Death was due to pneumonia, and occurred, after an ailment of one week. The deceased who had reached the ripe age if 86 years, came to New England from the Hunter River about 27 years ago, and being attracted by the fertility of the Range settled in that portion of the district, where he afterwards successfully followed farming operations. He leaves a widow two married daughters (Mrs. R. Bignell, of the Manning River, and Mrs. James Cornish), and three sons, Allan, David, and Cyrus, The remains were interred in the Presbyterian portion of the local cemetery, the funeral. Arrangements being carried out by Mr. A. W. Lane. The race of a good old man is run, and now as Goldsmith wrote — The breezy call of incense breaching morn, The swallow twittering from the straw built shed, The cocks shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse him from his lonely bed.

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