Above: The birth certificate of Alice "Ali" Sheridan, tenth and final child born to Nicholas Sheridan and Bridget McGrath.
Alice Christina Sheridan was born on April 9, 1884, at Carisbrook, Victoria, the youngest of ten children born to Nicholas Sheridan and Bridget McGrath. She was only a baby when her parents made the move from Carisbrook to yarrawonga, and so grew up in the small town on the Murray River.
Poor "Ali", as she was known, was quite cross-eyed, as can be seen from the photograph above. She was also of a very highly-strung nature, and never married, spending her early adult years living with her parents in Yarrawonga, and then after their deaths residing with her sister Rose Annie Marshall and her family in Baxter.
Ali was once engaged to be married, but for reasons long forgotten the engagement ended and she never again formed a romantic attachment with a man. Her nephew Bill Marshall wrote of her:-
" Alice had a certain talent for music and in our childhood days she used to play us to sleep on the violin, or her little accordian. She was of a highly nervous temperament, and lived on a pension for many years because of that. She used to pay frequent visits to her dear friend at the Yarrawonga Convent, Sister Mary Cathleen.
Alice met a tragic end when a close friend of ours at Baxter hit her with his car on July 10, 1958. She died immediately, and we buried her at Frankston with Mum and dad, in their grave. Alice lived with Kathleen and me for eight years after our marriage, until her tragic death."
My father also remembers visits from his Aunty Ali and her sister Mary Hampton from Yarrawonga when he was a child. The sisters would catch the little train from Yarrawonga to Tungamah and spend the day with their sister-in-law, Bridget Bourke Sheridan, who lived with the family of her son Patrick 'Bob' Sheridan in Barr Street, Tungamah. Dad remembers sharing meals with his great-aunts around the big Sheridan family table, and how Ali would devise a series of distractions for her sister Mary so she could pilfer morsels of food from her plate whilst she was looking away.
Alice Christina Sheridan was born on April 9, 1884, at Carisbrook, Victoria, the youngest of ten children born to Nicholas Sheridan and Bridget McGrath. She was only a baby when her parents made the move from Carisbrook to yarrawonga, and so grew up in the small town on the Murray River.
Poor "Ali", as she was known, was quite cross-eyed, as can be seen from the photograph above. She was also of a very highly-strung nature, and never married, spending her early adult years living with her parents in Yarrawonga, and then after their deaths residing with her sister Rose Annie Marshall and her family in Baxter.
Ali was once engaged to be married, but for reasons long forgotten the engagement ended and she never again formed a romantic attachment with a man. Her nephew Bill Marshall wrote of her:-
" Alice had a certain talent for music and in our childhood days she used to play us to sleep on the violin, or her little accordian. She was of a highly nervous temperament, and lived on a pension for many years because of that. She used to pay frequent visits to her dear friend at the Yarrawonga Convent, Sister Mary Cathleen.
Alice met a tragic end when a close friend of ours at Baxter hit her with his car on July 10, 1958. She died immediately, and we buried her at Frankston with Mum and dad, in their grave. Alice lived with Kathleen and me for eight years after our marriage, until her tragic death."
My father also remembers visits from his Aunty Ali and her sister Mary Hampton from Yarrawonga when he was a child. The sisters would catch the little train from Yarrawonga to Tungamah and spend the day with their sister-in-law, Bridget Bourke Sheridan, who lived with the family of her son Patrick 'Bob' Sheridan in Barr Street, Tungamah. Dad remembers sharing meals with his great-aunts around the big Sheridan family table, and how Ali would devise a series of distractions for her sister Mary so she could pilfer morsels of food from her plate whilst she was looking away.
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