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84501	Zillie died in a Natchitoches hospital.	Conley, Zillie Ann (I43557)
84502	Zillie was buried in the Goldonna Cemetery.	Conley, Zillie Ann (I43557)
84503	Zillie was the daughter of Steven and Alice (Rice) Conley. Her mother married (2) Mr. Moore and they had a daughter, Donnie (Donne) who married George W. Monroe. Compiled and edited by Allen Alger, Genealogist, Clan Munro Association, USA	Conley, Zillie Ann (I43557)
84504	Zola collected old crystal and sold antiques. Ref: Clan Munro files - Mann, Esther Compiled and edited by Allen Alger, Genealogist, Clan Munro Association, USA	Monroe, Zola Limpus (I22886)
84505	«b»******** «/b»(The following is from the "Clan Munro Newsletter" - Vol. 10, Issue 1 - Apr 2013. "A Munro Elopement" by Edward Munro) «b» «i»Burpengary 1914 «/b» (It is interesting to think that at the time of this journey, Ed was barely eighteen and Chris sixteen. When the family came to Brisbane, they bought a dairy farm at Burpengary north of Brisbane. Ed and Chris were the advance party and left Toowong in a horse-drawn cart for the slow journey of about 40 kilometres which took about three days. DJM). We arrived in a spring cart loaded with all our effects. We must have made a strange appearance - Chris and I - wearing tiger-shooter helmets to offset the sun. Sam, the horse, knew only one pace, slow and stop, so our progress was not hurried. The road was rough after Petrie and the area was bushy with few houses to be seen. The mosquitoes became troublesome, so to combat them we managed to find an old bucket which we filled with dried cow manure. We tied the handle of the bucket to the axle of the wheels of the cart. The dung was lit and the resulting smoke deterred the mosquitoes. On arrival at Burpengary, after leaving the main North Coast Road and after travelling along a winding, sandy road, we located our property only to find our house still occupied by a family allowed in by a Mr Leary M.L.A. They promised to vacate the house in a week when they found another house so we had to camp in a shed on the property. The locals were tickled about the new chums' mosquito deterrent and later on we discovered other locals copying our action and hanging combusting dung under their vehicles. After our house was vacated, and when the rest of the family eventually arrived, one of our earliest visitors was a local of Scottish origin who gave us a resume of all the local residents, most of whom had peculiarities or nastinesses. We thanked him for his warnings and later found out that, in fact, the Scot was the one out of step. «b»The After-War Years «/b» The family returned to normal life on the farm and their theatrical and musical talents came to the surface in various ways. The area around the farm still had no paved streets and the road from the farm to Burpengary Railway Station was a sandy, dusty mile, ideal for riding a horse. Several of these pieces are included below as a small insight into the social life of a small rural community north of Brisbane in the nineteen twenties as people recovered from the war years. «b»Brother Bob Plays the Highwayman «/b» Around the age of fifteen, my brother Robert was always keen on dressing up. He would have been enchanted if he could have been a lifeguard. However, the environment of Burpengary did not include a recruiting depot for lifeguards and Bob had to satisfy his aspirations with the garments on hand, some of which were quite colourful being relics from Donald's connections with the Artillery. They included black riding breeches and leggings and a white helmet surmounted with a brass globe whilst Johnnie Walker (a neighbour) had given me a scarlet tunic and a kilt which he had worn as a member of the long defunct Queensland Scottish. Bob would invest himself in the tunic, riding breeches, leggings and helmet and to add to his impressiveness, he wore a huge cavalry sword which he had purchased at a pawn shop. He would gallop up and down the road, apparently imagining he was on the battlefield of Waterloo. Travellers along the road would be startled at the apparition, particularly as he generally put on his performance about dusk. Once he put in an appearance at the railway station and when the train came in his horse was startled and reared and Bob fell off, much to the amusement of the train passengers who hadn't expected to see such an exhibition at a quiet station like Burpengary. Meanwhile, Bob slowly arose and after a few well-chosen words to his horse, he remounted and galloped off to the cheers of the passengers. Occasionally he donned the kilt and the tunic, white helmet and leggings. This made a picturesque ensemble although rather incongruous when worn on horseback but Bob was not a stickler for the niceties of equestrian wear. As a member of the local vaudeville company "The Burpengary Tigahs" Bob was outstanding, garbed in his scarlet tunic and kilt and a Glengarry Bonnet he had salvaged from somewhere, particularly as the rest of the company members were clad in the traditional Pierrot costumes. «b»The Burpengary Tigahs «/b» This little group functioned for about twelve months as a Pierrot show with the addition of the aforementioned wild Scotsman. Will Munro, our eldest brother, was the organiser, a role in which he excelled, other members being Fred Hill, my wife's brother, who displayed a surprising talent for singing comic songs such as Watching the Trains go Out and In these Hard Times and by way of variety he also danced the Highland Fling. His sister sang duets with great success with me as a handicap. I also sang sentimental love songs such as Just A 'Wearying For You, the Indian Love Lyrics, and Parted by Tosti. Clara Munro, Will's wife, sang soprano solos and duets with me, Alice Maher played accompaniments and piano solos while concerted numbers were sung by the whole company, commencing with our rollicking opening entrance item Here We Are Again. Memory fails me as to our closing piece. The show wasn't as slick as city shows but it was quite popular locally and in the neighbouring townships of Narangba and Morayfield. Each performance was followed by a dance and we got a lot of fun out of it. The proceeds were used to support local activities. A 1920-21 New Year's Eve performance by The Tigahs was actually reviewed in the Brisbane Telegraph, attesting to a certain degree of unexpected fame. «b»Dad and the Bagpipes «/b» The bagpipes were a great attraction at Burpengary and Dad was in demand for performing with them at social functions. When there was a dance at the local school hall, Dad would march from our place playing the pipes and local residents would fall in behind. Quite an impressive entry to the school grounds would be made. This was rather galling to the old brigade who for a long time had made a stately entry at 9 o'clock but now these bagpipe-playing interlopers arrived at 8 o'clock and worse still, the festivities commenced then. Of course they wouldn't last, the old brigade gloomily predicted. Others had previously tried to usurp their authority without success and this lot would soon pass on. But this lot were tougher and stayed! «b»The Family Comedian «/b» My younger brother Charles was the comedian of the family. I feel sure that had he been able to engage in a stage career he would have been a great success. There was Charlie Chaplin-like quality in his humour which was marked by restraint and a complete lack of boisterousness. Typical of his style was an incident I recall when Charles and some children were playing with canoes on the creek. The canoes were made of sheets of roofing iron fashioned into shape and were completely unseaworthy. Charles was wearing a bowler hat brought out from England by father. He was paddling along in one of the canoes when it commenced to fill with water and sink. Instead of scrambling out, Charles sat bolt upright and slowly went down with the canoe. Just before his head went under the water, he solemnly raised the bowler hat in a farewell salute and disappeared under the water with a minimum of movement. He extricated himself from the canoe and swam underwater for some distance before surfacing - still wearing the bowler hat. It was a masterpiece of constrained humour. «b»Sample Bags at the Royal Agricultural Show «/b» (At the time this was written, children visiting the annual Brisbane Agricultural Exhibition in August each year, were offered bags of miniature samples of various goods ranging from foods like Vegemite to Boot Polish. Today the bags usually contain appalling junk of minimal value. DJM). I have often wondered what strange influence causes children when they visit the Show to purchase bags of goods which ordinarily could have no attraction for them. What child would purchase in cold blood a tin of floor polish ,a stain remover or a packet of macaroni? What is the secret of the spell which works so profitably for the seller of the bags? I was misguided enough once to pit my puny resources against the spell. The annual Show was approaching and days before, I impressed on my two hopefuls the foolishness of wasting their money on useless bags of groceries. I felt that my words had borne fruit, that the spell was broken insofar as my two were concerned, that they at least amongst all the thousands of children visiting the show would resist the wiles of the bag-selling sirens. We go to the Show. I maintain a firm grip on Peter's hand as we viewed the exhibits, carefully avoiding the blandishments of the bag vendors. In the crush, Don got astray in the dog pavilion. Eventually we arrived at Side Show Alley where we located Don cogitating whether or not it was worth sixpence to see a woman sawn in two or the Wheel of Death. That problem was deferred when I sternly demanded to know what he was doing with two bags hanging on his arm. "Oh those", he replied with a disarming smile. "All kids have bags." As I trudged wearily homewards carrying half a dozen bags of assorted merchandise, I realised the futility of trying to combat the bag menace. Edward Munro married Eileen Hill in 1925 and they had two sons, Donald and Peter. Music was always part of the household, my mother being a pianist who was a very accurate sight-reader and my father a capable violinist who played nearly every day if even for a brief time. He was also a pianist who could play extensively by ear having learned Tonic 501fa as a boy in London. He was also a light tenor. At the age of 90, he bought a new violin to replace the one he had played for many years. He was a member of the Queensland State & Municipal Choir and sang in major oratorios and concert versions of operas in Brisbane. Opera records were everywhere in the house. After he retired in 1961 as a senior financial officer with the General Post Office in Brisbane, he took a prominent part in a famous University of Queensland Research Project by the Department of Psychology entitled Operation Retirement. Participants were taught German intensively to try to show that older people could help to retain their faculties through intellectual activity. In the retirement village where he eventually settled with my mother, he and Dr Elsie Harwood, who had directed the University experiment with Dr George Naylor, regularly entertained residents in a series of concerts. He wrote incessantly, publishing a series of short stories and comments on public affairs in various newspapers in Brisbane, particularly during the thirties . He also kept up a lively correspondence with members of the family in Britain, with others who had migrated to Canada and particularly with his brother, the Rev. Robert Munro, who was an ordained Priest of the Anglican Church. He always loved gadgets though his regular practice of having two radio sets playing while monitoring something on a television set was a source of mild annoyance to my mother. In 1994 The Commonwealth Department of Veterans' Affairs organized a visit to the French battlefields by a very small number of old soldiers. At ninety-seven, my father applied to be included but was very disappointed not to be selected. He died in 1995 at the age of ninety-eight. He decided that Dunbeath, the family's village in Caithness, should be remembered in the Queensland district of Burpengary where the family had first settled on coming to Australia. Dunbeath is close to Mountain Scaraben in Scotland where the Duke of Kent perished in an air crash during World War II, a place, as my father said, was regularly visited by the present Duke of Kent. The family farm at Burpengary was called "Dunbeath". After an energetic period of lobbying the Caboolture Shire Council, he succeeded in having Dunbeath Drive recorded on the map of the area. In a note dated August 5th 1976, he said: "Lo and behold! Today we discovered a street "Dunbeath Drive". It was a coincidence that the present Duke of Kent came to Brisbane in 1985 to open the Queensland Performing Arts Centre in Brisbane of which the Editor was the Chairman.«/i» ********	Munro, Edward (I63839)
84506	«i»******** «/i»The following is from the Spencer reference: «i»Eunice Monro appears in 1810. If I have interpreted the index notation correctly, she was the widow of Jacob Monro. There are many land sales involving Margaret and Peter J Munro, beginning in 1808. James Monroe shows up in 1823, John in 1832, and Lewis and Maria in 1833. Jonas Monroe sold land to Charles Monroe in 1834. «/i»******** Compiled and edited by Allen Alger, Genealogist, Clan Munro Association, USA	Eunice (I60474)