My mum’s dad, my maternal grandpa, Grandpa Cecil Hannaford was someone that I knew. But I feel I never ‘really’ knew him if you know what I mean. I knew that he always had 6 meals a day (breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, tea, and supper). I knew that he usually wore his hat to church, and quite often fell asleep during the service, which resulted in an elbow to the ribs from my grandma to wake him up. He loved nature which is shown by the collection of slides of birds and flowers he took, as well as the many documentary type DVDs he had … these together with a whole heap of other anecdotal memories are my grandpa to me. But he was far more than that!

Grandpa was farmer and orchardist, and was born and bred into the life from his forebears who were in the same business.

Let me re-introduce you to George Phillips. I say re-introduce as I did blog about him and his family last year for one of my Alphabet posts. Anyway George is my great great great grandpa, and in this time I want to concentrate on George Phillips, the businessman.

Born in Cornwall in 1845, in 1865 George together with his wife, new baby boy George jnr, and his wife’s parents set sail for Adelaide, South Australia to start a new life.