HENZELL—TRUNDLE.—On the 25th. June, at Hingham Cottage, Petrie-terrace, by the Rev. B. G. Wilson, John Harrop, second son of John Harrop Henzell, Esq., Avenue House, Stockport, England, to Hannah Mary, fifth daughter of Mr. Charles Trundle, late of Harwich, Essex, England.
Family Notices (1863, July 18). The Courier (Brisbane, Qld. : 1861 - 1864), p. 4. Link to TROVE
70 Years' Retrospect Old Residents' Stories
They had just come home from one of the Queen street picture theatres this boy and girl of over 70 years ago. When that girl first made her acquaintance with Brisbane it was partly a convict settlement. She had arrived with her father, mother, and the rest of the family, in the historic ship Fortitude, which has left its name on one of the principal business centres of Brisbane, and whose immigrants have left their impress more or less, on the State at large.
It was in 1849 that the Fortitude arrived. The family to which reference is made was that of the late Mr. Charles Trundle, and the particular member of it mentioned above is Mrs. J H. Henzell, who looked healthy and happy as they chatted on the veranda of their flat at Clayfleld about the Brisbane of 70 years ago and since. Looking down a vista of 74 years the old lady was able to tell a wonderful story of the transformation of a convict settlement into a flourishing city, and her husband, with a 61 years' retrospect was able to supplement the story interestingly here and there.
Mrs. Henzell will be 81 years old next August, and Mr. Henzell already has passed that milestone. The former was a girl of six, therefore, when the old Fortitude landed her living freight on these shores. There was but a moderate sized clearing in the heart of what now is the city. The convict barracks at the top of Queen street, the old gaol in the same street, the post office, and several hotels and stores were the principal buildings. The settlement was simply a village with a few inhabitants straggling side by side with the remains of the convict settlement. Blacks wandered around freely in the bush, which was all around the township, and often were seen in the streets. Night came down on the place like a pall. No street lamps of any kind pierced the darkness. "I remember," said Mrs. Henzell, when it wasn't safe to go up Spring Hill way any further than where the Albert street Church now stands, because of the blacks. Up on the hilltop the old windmill daily ground out the prisoners' meal, and the men still were working on the roads.
OLD-TIME QUEEN STREET
"My father," continued the old lady, "kept a store in Queen street, where the Australian Hotel now is. Next to us was Mr. George Jones, a tailor, then Mr. Simpson, a tobacconist, who had been a squatter. Then there was Paddy Mayne, the butcher and then Bobby Cribb, who was a baker, if I remember rightly. We lived first in another cottage lower down, next to the Donnybrook Hotel, and I well remember how troubled mother was about the noise that went on there every night. I also remember that an old man used to fiddle there every evening. Stewart and Hemmant afterwards came in there. As a girl I used to play on a little green in Albert street, where the Methodist Book Depot now is. Where the Strand pavilion now stands there was a chemist's shop run by a Mr. Warry. Mr. R. Oliver, the storekeeper, afterwards carried on business there. The post office was up at the top of Queen street, next to the present Town Hall, and several of the police lived in some small cottages built by convicts just below the post office. The architect of the Town Hall was Mr. William Coote. Brisbane was a very small place in those days."
Both Mr. and Mrs. Henzell have vivid recollections of the great fires which occurred in Queen street in 1864. One of these outbreaks swept away all the buildings from Albert street to where the Bank of New South Wales now stands at the corner of Queen and George streets, and the other was at the foot of Queen street. They also recall another fire which destroyed Cobb and Co.'s stables, which were situated where Messrs.Peter Fleming and Sons' warehouse is in Albert street. But these stories have often been told.
"When we first arrived," continued Mrs. Henzell, "a united congregation, consisting of all creeds, excepting the Church of England and the Roman Catholics, used to worship in a little building situated where the Methodist Book Depot now is, at the corner of Albert street and Burnett lane. Rev. W. Moore was the first minister there. Then came the Rev. Mr. Lightbody, if I remember rightly, and then Mr. John Watsford, Mr. Millard, and Rev. J. K. Piddington. The last named gentleman was father of Mr, A. B. Piddington you hear so much of nowadays. Then we also bad the Rev. Nathaniel Turner, whose son was manager of the Union Bank. Miss Turner was my first Sunday school teacher. The united congregation afterwards worshipped in a building in William street, at the corner of the lane next the Government Printing Office, the building itself later became the electric telegraph office. The Methodists afterwards built the first Albert street church where their book depot is. No doubt, many old Brisbane people will remember the little red brick building that stood there. Then they removed to their present site at the corner of Albert and Ann streets."
BEGINNINGS OF THE VALLEY.
"I remember also the beginnings of the Valley," added the old lady. "Some of the immigrants settled down there, as well as some of the ticket-of-leave men. Kangaroo Point was the best part of Brisbane in those days. All the best residences were there."
THEN AND NOW.
Such was the Brisbane which Mr. and Mrs. Henzell once knew—a Brisbane in which there were no concreted streets, no electric tram cars, no public lighting and heating systems, no reticulation water supply, no Parliament House and handsome public offices, no warehouses and large retail shops, no railway systems stretching up and down the coast, or out into a civilised though sparsely populated interior, with aerial mail and passenger services connecting up the outer ends of those westering systems.
The. Queen street which Mrs. Henzell played in as a girl and that into which she emerged from the picture theatre an afternoon or two ago, are in vivid contrast. The transformation is in keeping with that of the great country of which this busy thoroughfare is the reflex.
On June 15 next Mr. and Mrs. Henzell, if still spared, will celebrate their diamond wedding. No doubt they will receive the felicitations not only of their own kith and kin on that happy day, but also of a large circle of unrelated friends and acquaintances, and the well wishes of those who read these lines.
Early Brisbane (1923, April 13). The Week (Brisbane, Qld. : 1876 - 1934), p. 28. Link to TROVE
On the 30th April, at Hingham Cottage, Petrie's Terrace, Brisbane, by the Rev. B. G. Wilson, Thomas Smith Henzell, eldest son of John Harrop Henzell, Esq., Avenue House, Stockport, England, to Clara Balfour, sixth daughter of Mr. Charles Trundle, late of Harwich, Essex, England.
Family Notices (1863, May 5). The Courier (Brisbane, Qld. : 1861 - 1864), p. 2. Link to TROVE
TRUNDLE—BALL.—On the 12th November, at Wickham-terrace Church, by the Rev. T. Jones, Edward Thomas, son of Mr. C. Trundle, of this city, to Charlotte Elizabeth, eldest daughter of Mr. C. Ball, late of Nuneaton, Warwickshire.
Family Notices (1868, November 19). The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933), , p. 2. Link to TROVE
August 9th, at Brisbane, by the Rev. Nathaniel Turner, Wesleyan Minister, Theophilus P. Pugh, son of the Rev. Thos Pugh, Wesleyan Minister, Darlington, England, to Annie Thompson, second daughter of Mr. Charles Trundle, late of Harwich, Essex, England.
Family Notices (1855, August 11). The Moreton Bay Courier (Brisbane, Qld. : 1846 - 1861), p. 3. Link to TROVE
PUGH.—On the 4th March, at Wickham Terrace, Brisbane, after a lingering illness, Annie Thompson, the beloved wife of Theophilus Parsons Pugh, and second daughter of Charles Trundle, sen., aged 33 years.
Family Notices (1866, March 5). The Brisbane Courier (Qld. : 1864 - 1933), p. 2. Link to TROVE