Today our post is to be based on the sixth, seventh, and eighth word of the document closest to you.
Cook, emigrated, Australia
The document I have been looking at of late is an email from a distant cousin about my mother’s father, Robert Cook. He has shed more light on my grandfather and his family than I knew before. He’s also cleared up a few mysteries.
My grandfather emigrated to Australia in 1900 with his father and three brothers. They settled in a small country town and worked as sawyers. I always wondered why they went to the particular country town they did. Turns out my grandfather’s uncle and family lived there, and so they went to be with family.
Of the four boys, three went to World War One, one was killed in France, one was so badly injured he never felt he could marry and one who survived, sort of intact was my grandfather. He was gassed a number of times, but in keeping with the times he was nursed back to health and sent back to the front. He died in 1950, a relatively young man by today’s standards. But his survival also meant I got to be born and grow up in the house he once lived in.