I can’t begin to tell you how addictive the genealogy hunt and the find is....

The Melbourne Cup is an iconic Australian day. Many years ago I worked for a...

My great-great-grandfather Walter is what genealogists call a brick wall. I found him first, listed...

Never do anything 4 anyone that they can do 4 themselves. Even if they ask...

It was hot, unbearably so. Thirteen, stick thin, on the cusp of puberty, standing at...

On cool summer mornings riding on a gentle breeze, a thick dark smell from far...

The ship loomed overhead reaching the sky, ropes the size of a large man’s legs...

A visualisation I return to the house of my ancestors. The front door of the stone...

I loved to cycle here, an unremarkable roadside watery micro-universe. Summer filled it with mosquito...

I am Courtney Jester, at least that is the name I use when writing or...