The Symonds Family

Edgar Bell Symonds
Edgar Bell Symonds

Edgar Bell Symonds

Birth: 10 July 1892, at the Bank of Victoria, Inglewood, Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 14 July 1892 p1
SYMONDS. —On the 10th inst at the Bank of Victoria, Inglewood, the wife of Samuel Symonds of a son.

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Education: Carlton College, Melbourne, Victoria

Married: Violet Alice Mary Stewart on 28 August 1935 in St John, Darlinghurst, Sydney, New South Wales, Australia
The Sydney Morning Herald (New South Wales) 25 September 1935 p12
STEWART.August 28, 1935, at St. John's Church, Darlinghurst, by the Rev. C. A. Lucas, Edgar Bell, youngest son of the late Samuel Symonds and Mrs. Symonds, of Melbourne, to Violet Alice Mary, only daughter of the late Andrew Hugh Stewart, of Riversdale, Carrathool and Mrs. Stewart, Sydney.

Violet was born in 1899, in Hay district, New South Wales, the daughter of Andrew Hugh Stewart and Margaret Birkin.

Occupation: Bank clerk with the Bank of New South Wales

Edgar served in both the First and Second World Wars.
Edgar served in World War I in the 5th Infantry Battalion and 1st Pioneer Battalion of the Australian Imperial Force. He enlisted as a private on 24 August 1914, giving his next of kin as his mother, "Mrs. J. Symonds" of Inglewood. He is recorded as single, aged 22 and resident in Inglewood, Victoria. His occupation is given as bank clerk. Edgar embarked with his elder brother Frederick, from Melbourne on board Transport A3 Orvieto on 21 October 1914. He served in Egypt and in the landings at Gallipoli. Frederick's diary of the Gallipoli campaign contains a number of mentions of Edgar as they met up in the trenches. Edgar was deployed to France in March 1916. In November 1917 he was listed as wounded, and at that time was a corporal (The Mildura Cultivator (Victoria) 10 November 1917 p6). He was eventually promoted to sergeant and returned to Australia on 14 December 1918.
In World War II, Edgar served as a Flying Officer in the Royal Australian Air Force. He enlisted on 12 October 1942 in Melbourne, Victoria and was posted at the RAAF base in Canberra at his discharge on 21 January 1946.

Bank of NSW Roll of Honour p380:
5th Infantry and 1st Pioneer Battalions, A.I.F.
EDGAR BELL SYMONDS, son of Mr. and Mrs. Samuel Symonds, was born on 10th July, 1892, at Inglewood, Victoria. He was educated at Carlton College, Melbourne, and joined the Bank's service at St Arnaud, Victoria, on 8th June, 1910; he was transferred from there to Kyneton on 17th January 1914.
  Edgard Bell Symonds enlisted in the A.I.F. on 7th August 1914, attaining the rank of sergeant in the 5th Infantry and 1st Pioneer Battalions. He served in Egypt, all through the Gallipoli Campaign, and in France from March, 1916, until December 1918.

Death: 29 August 1964, in Killara, New South Wales, Australia


Frederick Heatley Symonds

Birth: 9 August 1882, at the Bank of Victoria, Port Albert, Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 14 August 1882 p1
SYMONDS - On the 9th inst., at the Bank of Victoria, Port Albert, the wife of Samuel Symonds of a son.

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Married: Hilda Handfield Haslett in 1919 in Victoria, Australia.

Hilda was born in 1898 in Fremantle, Western Australia, the daughter of Thomas Davis Haslett and and Constance Eleanor Moore, and baptised on 21 August 1898 in Fremantle. She died in 1963 in Balmain district, New South Wales, and was buried on 22 April 1963 in Macquarie Park cemetery, North Ryde, New South Wales. The grave is located on A. J. Hare lawn row 17 grave 22

Frederick served in World War I as a private in the 5th Battalion of the Australian Imperial Force. He enlisted on 19 August 1914, giving his next of kin as his father, S. Symonds of the Bank of Victoria in Inglewood. He is recorded as single, aged 32 and resident at the Bank of Victoria Ld, Inglewood, Victoria. His occupation is given as agent. Frederick embarked from Melbourne on board Transport A3 Orvieto on 21 October 1914, and was wounded in the famous Australian battle of Gallipoli. Frederick returned to Australia on 8 October 1918.

Frederick kept a diaries of his war experiences, and the diary of his first year was sent home and published in the Inglewood Advertiser in September and October 1915. The diary has been transcribed by Heather Ford.
April 20th - Very blowy; can't leave for landing to-day, or until weather takes up a bit; very cold; hope we give the Turks a doing. It is going to be a ticklish job, somewhere on Gallipoli. Did my washing to-day.
21st - Weather very bad; raining. Just heard that the Brigadier has come on board, so it looks like going.
22nd - Still here; weather improving.
23rd - Hope to leave to-morrow; weather good.
24th - Left at 11am. Don't know exactly when we land; think early in the morning. A lot of boats left last night. Blanket parade; allowed to take one. We anchored about dusk near an island, and left it at 11pm for the landing place; expect to make landing just before dawn. We are landing to support the first troops, and will be among the first lot.
25th - Landed this morning; first lot about 1 o'clock. The country looks very difficult, and is full of Turks. Our first load got it very hot from the beach; many killed in the boats. I heard the sailors coming back after landing the first lot saying that they made a magnificent charge with only fixed bayonets - did not wait for orders, but jumped into the water before the boats were beached and got rid of their packs after they got the first trenches. There were thousands of Turks, and our first party consisted of only a couple of hundred men. The sailors said they never saw anything like the way our men went at them. I think the main body of Turks must be further inland. We were acting as supports to the advanced line, and landed about 8 o'clock. It took a long time to get all the firing line men ashore. We were under heavy shrapnel fire while landing; they had some guns on a peninsula about two miles away which covered the whole of our landing, and they gave us pie. The first sight that greeted us was some dead comrades, and a host of wounded. We went up a gully to the right, and took our packs off just before getting the steep climb. We had a long climb before getting near the ridge on the top of the gully, and it was then that we began to hear the bullets and shrapnel. One of our chaps had been hit on the leg further back where we took our packs off; that was the only casualty we had so far.
When we got to the ridge we retired there, and could see wounded men coming down helping each other over the steep ground, which was very nearly perpendicular in places. Some had stretchers, but it was almost impossible to use them. How the poor fellows got back to the dressing station I don't know; it must have cost some of them hours of agony. After we had been there for about 10 minutes we got word that we were wanted in the firing line, so they sent Mr Levy with No. 15 platoon. Shortly after we got word that Captain Lager was badly wounded, and must have more supports, so No 14, our platoon, got the order to advance to the firing line. We no sooner got over the ridge than we were met by a hail of bullets and shrapnel. We covered the ground in short, sharp rushes, taking cover in all depressions. The enemy had the range of all the cover that was worth taking, and kept a constant fire of shrapnel over it. In one place the shells were bursting right on top of us, and coming almost as quick as one could count them. It was then that our men started to fall out. I got hit in the shoulder with a piece of shell just before we reached the firing line, and was told to go back with a man who was badly wounded just behind us, so I left my kit and rifle there and got hold of this chap, who, poor fellow, was hit in about eight places, and would have been killed had he stayed there much longer. I had a terrible job to get him down to the station. The first difficulty was to get him away from the fire zone. We had to go slowly, and I expected we would both be riddled, but, by some good fortune, we got over the ridge without a mishap.
The poor chap was in such pain that he could not bear to keep still. It took me quite four hours to get him to the dressing station, and as soon as I had my shoulder dressed, which by good luck was not seriously hurt, I got to work with a party taking ammunition to the firing line, first unloading it from a barge under a continual fire of shrapnel, then taking it up to the firing line - a terribly heavy task. Needless to say, I was greatly worried about Edgar all this time. I never expected to see him again; it seemed impossible for men to live for long under the fire our chaps were exposed to unless they got well dug in. About mid-night two of us were struggling up the hill with a box of ammunition, nearly fainting with exhaustion, for we had not eaten a bite since 3 o'clock the previous morning, and we were both wondering what had befallen our brothers, for, strange to say, he had a brother in the firing line somewhere, too. When we reached the firing line the first man to come out was my mate's brother, and while we were talking someone came out of the trench and asked if Fred Symonds was there, and to my joy, the second-comer was Edgar. It seemed strange that two of us should meet our brothers at the same time and place, when everyone had been mixed up so completely. After we came back we had a rest for an hour before going up to support the line. The beach is an awful sight; our men must be getting terribly butchered. All the fleet boats are waiting near the beach expecting a retreat to the boats, but judging from the spirit of our men there will be very few retiring. The beach is lined from end to end with wounded.
26th - I got up to the firing line before dawn. Had to get in with the 14th Battalion, could not find our crowd; feel terribly exhausted, and don't know how our men can hold the line, it is so weak and broken, but they are wonderful. Food is out of the question; may have to go a week on 24 hours' rations and water. Our firing position here is on the top of a steep incline, almost perpendicular, and if one gets hit he has a chance of rolling down to the gully, a distance of about 200 feet or so. We are in a pretty warm quarter; the fighting is very fierce. The trouble is we can't see much of the enemy on account of the dense scrub. I notice the warships are giving us more help to-day. The Queen Elizabeth is sending some 15 inch shells into the Turks. They make a terrible mess of things. If they land anywhere near us they shake the whole hill. Some more men came up this afternoon; we need more still. The stretcher-bearers are absolutely unable to cope with the casualties; some of the wounded have been lying out for 24 hours, and may be here for another 24 hours by the look of things. If they would only get some more men up here a few of us could help the wounded till dark, which would be a great help. Went on stretcher-bearing this afternoon; a cry came up for spare men to volunteer, as a whole line of men had been enfiladed by an enemy machine gun, and were lying under fire. It was frightful work getting the poor fellows down those hills; it took five men in some cases to get one wounded man out, and a lot of the bearers are being shot; we have lost 10 out of 40 already. Went back to the firing line at dusk in case of danger. There are a great number of Turks, but they seem to be frightened to attack us in a body. They keep sniping, and creep up through the bushes. There are a lot of snipers in behind our lines picking off men from behind, but its impossible to find them, and they must be dressing in uniforms taken from our dead men. We had a lot of casualties to-day; feel terribly weary; don't know what keeps us going, excitement, I suppose. Have seen some terrible sights; we must all be savages.
27th – Went on stretcher-bearing again today, as I had not a very good position in the firing line. Came across some of the 5th Battalion fellows; they are gradually picking one another up; will join them as soon as work eases off here. There are a lot of snipers behind our lines. We caught several today, but there must be lots more. Want food badly; half a biscuit and water, if you are lucky, for a meal, and a little salt meat once a day. They are gradually getting reinforcements up, and our firing line is getting stronger, but the men are getting weaker.
28th – Still working with stretcher bearers. We have more reinforcements coming up. I hear we need them, as we are now fighting 5 or 6 to 1. Our casualties must be very heavy, but I think the Turks are losing more. Our boys stand the strain wonderfully. Biscuits and water today; wish they could give us a hot drink. Landed a lot of troops to-night. Saw one man with his face blown off; it’s nothing to see them blown to pieces. Some of the bullets make a terrible wound; they explode inside, and in some cases take the top off a man’s head, and the limbs get terribly shattered. Joined our company to-night, and hear they suffered terribly.
29th – The fleet is making a terrible noise, and I suppose they are making things hum, but we can’t see the damage they do. Our artillery is doing some work now, and should be a great help to us. The Indian mountain batteries are great; I don't know what we would have done without them. The Indian soldiers are very cool under fire. I think at present we have the enemy beaten; am taking a day's rest, and had my first cup of tea – never enjoyed anything so much – and a little bacon, or, I forgot, I did have a drink of tea in the other gully, and, if I remember rightly, a piece of bacon. About [censored] troops arrived to give us a spell, thank God; we all look haggard and overworked; the strain has told terribly. Slept with MacQueen to-night in a good “possy.” We have been digging “possies” in a fresh place to-day, near the right flank; were sorry to leave the other “possy”, as it was so cosy. Fatigue work; carrying in kits from the gullies and drawing rations. Heard of McIllwraith’s death, and Vines seriously wounded; we don’t know who is dead yet. Some more may turn up, but lots missing; about 30 per cent of casualties in our company, I think. I believe the 7th and 10th Battalions were badly hit; hope Inglewood boys are alright.
May 1st – Fatigues again to-day, bringing up stores from our old position. Plenty of shrapnel about; nine of our men were wounded and two killed while digging a communication trench this morning; lucky for me I was not one picked for the job. The fleet is doing some very heavy firing this afternoon; can see all the ships from our “possy;” looks well. They use searchlights all night. I notice the enemy has not been giving us so much shrapnel since the fleet has been pumping it in hard. Message of congratulations from Lord Kitchener. We have done our job so far, and it has been a very hard one. Hope to go for a bathe this afternoon; have not had my clothes off yet, as far as I can remember, since landing; feel frowsy. I suppose it will mean sleeping in our kit for months to come. We deepened our “possy” last night, because the shells are coming from all quarters, it seems. I expect we will be moving soon; we are always in readiness to go at a moment’s notice. I hope tomorrow will be more like Sunday than the last; would like to go to a service. We feel much better for the change, though they don’t give us any rest.
2nd – Just a week since that awful day. I often wonder if we’ll have such another awful day; hope not. To-day has been quiet; only shrapnel, but our dug-outs are good. We were called out to haul big guns up to the firing line and carry shells; the horses could not do it, as the tracks are too steep and rough. Just as we got the first gun up to its position the enemy shelled us, and how we came back I don’t know. The shrapnel seemed to be bursting all over us, but only saw one chap hit; had a lot of cover, luckily. We got back for tea, and they wanted me to go out with a party digging a communication trench, but I got out of it; let some of those go who have been resting all day. I believe in fair division of labor, but lots of others don’t. The warships have been doing very heavy firing all day right along the coast. I notice the Queen Elizabeth is sending some of her big shells on to a hill about 10 miles off; they make a terrible mess of things. The reports of the guns roll through the hills and make them tremble. We can see the flare of the heavy guns in the dusk on the other side of the Peninsula towards the south. Some of our men were killed on the beach from shell fire. Would like to bathe, but they won’t let us out of the lines. Nights are chilly, with heavy dew. We are expecting to go to the firing line to-night, but hope we won’t go; acting as reserves at present. We are fortunate in having a good supply of water from the springs in the hills. A lot of our men are suffering from dysentery. Edgar is on the sick list for a day or two with it.
3rd – Went to firing line as supports this morning; have been doing pick and shovel work all day at the artillery post. They don’t give us much to eat. This evening we were making a communication trench under fire, and things were pretty warm during the night. We had to go out in fighting order, as we expected to be called up to the firing line any minute; plenty of shells about. Worked all night, and got to our dug-outs at about 5.30a.m. feeling tired, cold and hungry; had an hour’s rest, then I drew rations and we breakfasted. While we were digging a track for the artillery this morning the enemy gave us some heavy shrapnel fire; one man was hit, and its remarkable how few they got.
4th – Waiting to be relieved for a spell, I hope. Went out digging a communication trench this afternoon; night fairly quiet; only got called out to reinforce firing line once, but nothing of importance doing. McQueen very bad with dysentery, and think he will be sent away.
5th – Fatigues all morning; things are quieter. Mac reported sick and went to hospital. We go to reinforce the 29th Division to-night at Cape Helles, that is, we of the 2nd Brigade only; a choice bit of work, I believe. Troops are coming from Egypt. Got ready to leave in evening. Firing very heavy in our trenches to-night; must be attacked somewhere along the line. We left on trawlers and destroyers and got to mouth of Dardanelles about 6a.m.; fine day.
6th – Landed about 6a.m. They have had as rough a time here as we did in the landing. We marched to within a mile of their firing line, and made camp. Had the pleasure of watching them make an attack; could see quite easily, as country is clear and flat in most places. The French 75 guns are firing like mad. They are wonderful guns, and the warships are putting in big shells. The Queen Elizabeth is down for the occasion, and we can see her shells bursting on the side of the hill. They seem to cover the place; are supposed to have a killing distance of half a mile from the burst and 50 yards or more wide. The poor devils in the trenches must get cut to mince-meat. We can see the lines slowly going ahead. Shells are bursting in hundreds; don’t see how the Turks can stand it unless they have marvellous trenches. Signaller White got wounded in shoulder while we were disembarking; not serious. We got some dug-outs well down for camping, as the French battery draws a lot of fire; hope we win the day. Edgar and I are in the same dug-out; hope they leave us here for a few days, as it promises to be interesting. There are Tommies, Ghurkas and New Zealanders near us. The Tommies are very good natured, and are much better fed than we are; they give us a lot of perquisites. We passed some of the forts coming up from the beach; they have been well smashed; walls 8ft. thick with holes in them the size of a house; some more of the Queen Elizabeth’s work. Two of the guns we saw were enormous things, but the shells had smashed all the gear to pieces. The enemy is firing from the other side of the Dardanelles, and our artillery is doing good work. I heard some wounded say that we were driving the Turks back. There is a constant stream of wounded coming back along the track – poor beggars, some with hands off and shattered limbs and faces. I expect those not seriously hurt are glad to be out of it; it’s a fearsome business facing such a hell. I expect we will have to do it in a day or two. Its bound to be a tough job they give us. Our line is supposed to have advanced a few hundred yards to-day; hope they can hold it. I fear the hill will be a long, tough job. Edgar is boiling the billy now, so we will be having tea soon. The big guns are giving it to them like hell, and the rifle fire is getting more distant. They say a lot of our men have gone down.
7th – We gave the enemy a terrible shell fire this morning; don’t see how anyone can stand it. The fleet is giving us great help; the whole of the hill we are attacking is torn with shell fire. I thought at one time the enemy were exploding mines, the smoke was so dense. The big shells from the boats make awful havoc. We expect to be sent forward any time now; they must be having a bad time in the firing line. We talk of the Turk not being a fighter, but he is very tough. Had a good dinner, and there are prospects of a good night’s rest. I contemplate trying to have a bathe this afternoon, but something is sure to block it. It’s very unpleasant living and sleeping in the same clothes from week to week. They say the French troops are very poor fighters here; they retreat too easily. But we have a fair number of English, Australians and Ghurkas now. More heavy artillery firing this afternoon. Had a good bunk last night; got some bags to sleep on. Think we go up to firing line to-morrow; something doing, anyway.
8th – Advanced to firing line this afternoon. Started to advance about 4 o’clock, and dug in about a mile or more from the line. Had tea; had barely swallowed it when we got orders to get into fighting order, and a few minutes later were advancing in extended order. After we had gone a short distance the shrapnel commenced to come, at first at irregular intervals, and then more steadily, I kept near Edgar as long as possible, but by the time we had made a couple of rushes we were all mixed up. The rifle fire got very warm after a while. We were advancing in a sort of half circle, and were receiving fire on all sides and rear. We advanced over several lines of trenches which had Ghurkas and Tommies in them. Our men were going down everywhere, but we kept going. It was nothing to take cover behind dead comrades, although such cover is only from sight of enemy, as a man won’t stop a bullet, but it’s wonderful what you’ll cover behind when advancing. The machine gun fire was very hot. We never fired a shot, even after passing the firing line, which half of us did not know was the firing line. Lots of us were carrying picks and shovels to dig in with. We lost a terrible number of men in the advance, and our artillery had to cease fire for a while at the last, as we had advanced right into their fire zone and were receiving some of their shells. There seem to be dead and wounded Australians everywhere. Just before making the last rush, Lieutenant Hamilton, of one of the other companies, asked me to alter his kit for him, and after we went ahead I lost him. He tried to get back to his own lot again, and, I heard later, got badly wounded - shot in the neck, back and thigh; it will take him all his time to pull through. The country we were advancing over was mostly flat, and very hard to take cover on except where there were trenches. When I got within about 50 yards of where we dug in I saw a Sergeant Fairley, of A. Coy, 5th Battalion, shot in the groin and hand, and he was lying right in an exposed position. The machine gun fire was pretty hot there, so I picked him up and took him back to the nearest bit of cover, about 20 yards, and dressed his wounds as best I could. He was shot through one rump and out just above the groin – a very nasty wound; the poor chap was in great pain. After that I came across so many wounded that I put most of my time in carrying them back to cover. It was their only chance, and the firing line started digging in, so I thought as they were opening fire it was the best thing to do, as I knew there could be no stretcher bearers up probably till the next night. It was an awful night; wounded were calling for help all around the line, so I got another chap to give me a hand, and we got quite a number down to a likely place for an A.M.C. depot on the creek. Saw Sergeant Walker, of our platoon, about 10 o’clock; he was shot in the lung. I made him as comfortable as I could, and they started a fire fight just after as we were trying to get a big man with a shattered leg in. We had to be down for half-an-hour till the fire died down; the bullets were whistling all round us, some hitting the ground just near but most going overhead, which was just as well, or we would have been riddled. As soon as the fire eased off we got him on my back and I carried him to cover. One poor chap was hit very badly through the lower part of the chest, and was in terrible pain. After we had been at it a few hours I went down to see if I could shake some stretcher-bearers up, but after walking about a mile down the creek I found that they would not let any of them come up – said it was dangerous, and there were all our patients suffering for want of a little proper attention. So I went back to the supports for the rest of the night, as there was no room in the firing line. We were just about 20 yards to the rear of them. It must have been about 10 o’clock when I got back, and I felt done up.
9th – In the morning I had a look round to see if things were quiet, and decided I could do more by getting back to where we left the wounded and seeing if I could do anything for them. I found that the A.M.C. doctor had come up and got some of them away about sunrise, so my trip down to the base did some good. I gave them a hand to dig out a safe place, and helped the bearers to bring in more of the wounded before going back to the trenches, which are overcrowded at present, but I expect they will get them all in soon enough. The casualties are enormous; hope Edgar is safe; must send a note along the line when I get back. There are a few snipers about; it’s wonderful that I have not been hit. Got to firing line after dinner, and found Edgar; he was not far from me, only about 50 yards. Thank God he is alright. We have a lot to be thankful for. Have made “possy” just at end of line; can’t get in the line, no room. Started a big fire fight about 8.30 p.m.; had a fair sleep after things quietened a bit; felt the cold, as had no coat to wear.
10th – Expecting to attack to-night; hope we don’t get mauled like we did in the advance. Trenches very sloppy; it makes a lot of work trying to keep the water out. Had biscuits and oxo for breakfast. I believe the attack is not to be made to-night. Trenches very boggy; one side fell in, and was, of course, my “possy.” Luckily, I just got out of it, as about five tons of earth came in and made a terrible mess. Had a cold, miserable night; went on outpost duty in the creek just in front of our firing line; was relieved at 1 a.m.; had a drink of tea in early morning, also a few biscuits.
11th – Morning quiet. Reported a few white flags showing, but expect it is only a ruse; they’re full of tricks. Our engineers are out making entanglements just in front of our trenches; hope the Turks don’t open fire. Saw Edgar this morning. Carrying ammunition this afternoon; got relieved in trenches about midnight by Lancashire Fusileers. Slept at our old dug-out, about a mile behind firing line; plenty of rum going around, some of the fellows a bit on. Had a warm time on way down from trenches; enemy kept shelling us, and several were hit near me. It’s wonderful how they know our movements; there must be some spies in the crowd.
12th – Rained this morning. Got down to beach with Edgar and had dinner with some of the Tommies, who are very good natured and much better fed than our fellows. After dinner we joined our crowd and dug in about half a mile from the beach. The enemy are dropping a lot of shells about, but they are not doing much damage. We have a very snug “possy,” with a couple of waterproofs over it for a roof; hope they give us a decent spell. We are quite close to the French batteries, which make a terrible noise.
13th – Deepened our “possy” as the shrapnel is getting a bit hot. We went for a bathe this afternoon, and it was grand to feel clean for a few hours. We have not had our things off for over a fortnight. They seem to be letting the Australians do the tough jobs. Some of the other troops are very poor fighters; of course, the regulars are alright, but the French are making an amusing show here. While they advance they hold their packs up in front of them, and are far more ready to retreat than anyone else. At the rate they are going, there won’t be many of our fellows left soon; we have had a large percent of casualties already, which is far too heavy; in fact, some say it is -- per cent -- over -- in one brigade of -- men in all, including transports and everything. [no.'s censored here in Aust - pre publication in paper] I expect the next job they’ll give us will be to take the hill, which is said to be almost impregnable, and is mined from end to end. It’s a pity they can’t get others to face it.
15th – Fine, but some clouds showing up; hope it does not rain. Edgar sent a letter home to day, but I did not bother writing as we are not allowed to give any news. I wonder when we will be taken back to Gaba Tepe. The enemy have just been giving us a lively time with shrapnel. They had an artillery duel with the French battery, and it was hot while it lasted, but most of the enemy shells landed round our camp; the French battery is too well concealed; only a couple of men hit and a horse killed, as far as I know. Went to French camp in village at the fortress after dinner, on the point known as Saddel Bahn [sic]. It gave us a good idea of the damage artillery can do; not one house is complete, and in the fortress shells have torn great holes in walls 8ft thick. They have one of the French hospitals there. Couple of German fliers overhead to-day. Expect we will get a lively time to-morrow.
16th – As I expected, they are giving us rats; it’s a good thing we dug well in. Left for Gaba tepe after dinner, and slept on board all night; landed 7 a.m.; pitched camp in one of the gullies, and they are giving us plenty of shrapnel.
18th – Had a fair night’s rest. Very heavy shell fire, and had some close calls. Enemy attacked our trenches last night, in the early morning, and at daylight, but were repulsed with heavy losses. We have to sleep in fighting order.
19th – Went out on fatigues at 4.30 a.m., but could not do much, as the shrapnel was so heavy; one or two got hit. Got back at 10 a.m.; hope to get a rest, as we had no sleep last night. They are giving our men a rough time on the beach; a lot of wounded taken down this morning. Went to support trenches for the night as picket coy, but they did not attack; must have had enough in the three attacks we repulsed this morning.
20th – Got back to camp at daybreak after a cool night behind trenches. We can hear heavy firing from the Cape; must be an attack there. Weather fine; will be glad of a good sleep if we can get it. Nearly all our officers are out of action or killed; we want re-organising badly. I hear that the Turks were heavily reinforced before the attack, and they advanced in thousands, in some places ten deep. The machine guns shot them down in thousands. There must be a tremendous number dead in front of our trenches; don’t know how we will get on if they are not buried soon. Our fellows are very cool; some even sit on the parapet to get good aim, and a great number got outside the trench altogether and laid down in front of the parapet – it made a terribly strong fire. There is more talk that the Turkish officers are mutinying. Saw F. Yorath this morning. Hope Windsor and others are alright. Heard the other day that Fred and Rolun Adams, of Mildura, whom I know well, were killed and missing respectively since the first Sunday, so looks like both dead. Terribly hard for their parents, as they are the only two boys in the family. I feel set up over it, as they were such decent chaps. The enemy is very strong; they far exceed us in numbers. Our men are looking fagged out. I feel quite ill sometimes.
21st – Spent last night in the gully in anticipation of an attack, but we did not do much except dodge shrapnel. It was cool out, and I had no coat; got to our new dug-outs, which we occupied yesterday, about daybreak. I hear that a division of troops has arrived to relieve us; we expect to go away to re-organise. I hope it’s true; we all need a rest badly. Yesterday they had an armistice to bury the dead, which needed burying; we could smell them down in the gullies – it must have been vile in the trenches. Hope we have a quiet day.
22nd – Inlying picket last night; went to support trenches, but nothing doing. Am bad with dysentery; makes me feel fagged and weak; we all have it more or less, and the rations are very rotten; they are feeding us badly. Raining this morning, but weather cleared this afternoon, and there are prospects of a sleep to-night.
23rd – There is talk of us going to Lemnos to spell, but I expect it will blow over like the other. All the Light Horse arrived from Egypt. Hope for a quiet day. Our officers are getting short in number, and they are making a lot of new ones. Had voluntary church parade this morning at the 6th Battalion camp; Captain Dexter held the service, and most of us went. Spent the afternoon out of my clothes to give them an airing. We are not allowed water for washing, only enough for drinking purposes. Went out trench digging all night.
24th – Got back early this morning, and on fatigues, etc, and digging communication trenches. Had an armistice for burying the dead. Heard that W. Rochester was wounded at the Cape while we were there – shot in the chest, stomach and thigh, I believe. Hope he gets through alright. The two Parkers are alright – they were hit the first day; one pretty badly in the shoulder. Hope not called out to-night. Inlying picket.
25th – Called out at 3 a.m., but nothing doing. Rifle inspection at 10 a.m. Raining, and things got a bit wet. I heard a great explosion last night, and it turned out to be the Triumph, which was torpedoed. A couple of enemy submarines about. She was sunk in deep water off our coast, and will be a great loss to us. It seems as though luck is not with us.
26th – On wood fatigue this morning. Things are quiet. Went into trenches this afternoon for three nights and days on Brown’s Hill, which commands the gully behind Quinn’s Post, where the line is broken and where the enemy frequently make night attacks, to their cost. General Walker arrived a few days ago to take over the work of General Bridges, who died recently. Heard this evening that the Majestic has also been sunk by a torpedo at Cape Helles.
28th – Had a cool night, as usual, and they did not tell us to bring our blankets or anything. The more I think of it, the more incompetent I think our leaders are, especially when I think of the casualties. Perhaps General Walker will be able to alter that, but I don’t think Bridges was responsible. Got blankets this afternoon. Have a hunt through our clothes every day. Think the blankets and dug-outs must be alive. Had a good night; nothing much doing. Some reinforcements arrived to-day. I heard that the Australians had over 10,000 casualties to date; it can’t be less. Got three letters to-day – the first but one since landing. We are having lovely weather, and the Turks are not giving us much trouble at present. We are holding on till the Cape Helles crowd come up, and then advance, I think. There will be enough excitement when that comes. I hope the Turks do a lot of attacking in the meantime, as it will mean all the less to kill then, but I think they are getting tired of making attacks, they are so costly, and the last few have taken quite a lot of starch out of them.
29th – Enemy made an attack last night, blew up part of our trenches and took that portion, but our boys re-took it almost at once. The Turks lost a lot of men. I hear rumors of another attack to-night. I don’t know how we get the news, but think they tap the telephone wires. The attack is to be made en mass. The [censored] was torpedoed to-day. I hear that’s the third battleship recently; looks bad, hope they get the submarines. All the destroyers are working between here and Lemnos at full speed; hope they do some good. It is amusing reading the papers and letters published about how one feels under fire for the first time. My experience was at the start a desire to overcome fear, and after we got moving I felt alright. The half-hour before we start is the worst part of it to me; when I am going I don’t feel anything except a desire to act as quickly as possible. I felt worried about Edgar more than anything; it is a mistake to have a brother with you, I think. But, strange to say, I felt all through as though we were both coming through alright. Its wonderful what a help a man’s religion is in such cases; it brings it home to one as nothing else can. Were relieved at 5.30p.m.; suppose it means more fatigues.
30th – Church parade in morning and fatigue after dinner. They are evidently going to attack our lines, as they are shelling very hard and the rifle fire is brisk. We are used to their attacks now, which generally cost them dear. I noticed one shell landed almost on the battalion headquarters. They are trying hard to find our artillery, and are shelling our trenches with shrapnel. Heard this morning that submarine [censored] got into the Narrows and sunk two enemy transports loaded with ammunition. It will be a great loss to them, and they sank three other transports besides; not known if they had troops on or not. I have to go with some others to B. Coy. to join inlying picket to-night, as they can’t make up the number. Kept busy all the afternoon.
31st – On fatigues all day and inlying picket last night. Was digging trenches this evening till 9 o’clock, then inlying picket again. They don’t give us any rest at all. Quiet day in firing line. I heard that on Sunday night the Turks blew up one of our trenches and captured it and the support trench for a time, but our boys charged them with the bayonet and won it back, the enemy losing heavily. I believe that the enemy lost 2,900 on Sunday during attacks on our lines – that is, killed. The destroyers are busy this afternoon – got wind of a submarine, but did not get it, worse luck.
June 1st – On fatigues and inlying picket; things quiet.
2nd – Went for swim this morning. I suppose we will have fatigues all afternoon. Heard at the beach that there are [censored] troops at Lemnos; hope its true. Easy afternoon; things quiet.
3rd – Quiet day; enemy doing very little firing. Reported our boats got supply ships to enemy submarines; heard that submarines had been taken; too, but I doubt it. Our warships are pounding away again this afternoon; its good to hear them, and must be discomforting to the Turks. Going into trenches again this afternoon. Hear that the boats are shelling villages a couple of miles away, because there are troops there; expect there will be an attack soon, if that’s the case.
4th – Got back about 6a.m. after quiet night. They are doing something at the Cape, as we can hear the tremendous fire like a continuous roll of thunder. Expect they are trying to take the hill; there is some talk of them blowing it up with [censored] tons of guncotton. It must be a very tough job. The Germans say it is impregnable, but I think they will find their mistake before we finish. Its slow work, and we want lots more troops, but when they come we should do it. There has not been a break in the thunder of the big guns all day.
5th – Went on main guard at 9a.m. for 24 hours; fine and quiet.
6th – Attacked at Turkish trench on right on Friday night and took it, I hear, but had to abandon it later. Hear that Turks are having a hard time – 100,000 wounded at Constantinople. The general impression is that this job will be taking a decisive turn soon; I hope so. The people are supposed to be leaving Constantinople in hundreds. One of our submarines did more damage in the Narrows. They say the Turk has a horror of the Australians. Went to church parade after coming off guard; have cold in my head.
7th – Going to supports to-night. A good lot of shrapnel came over this morning. Our crowd seems always in for the duty end of the stick.
8th – Got back from trenches at sunrise. I got out with woodcutting party at 1p.m. Hear that Italy has declared war; hope its true, and that it hastens the end. Finished woodcutting at 6p.m. Edgar is on a digging party, and is working till midnight. They have to carry fighting order and 200 rounds of ammunition; they are working us to death. Some of the men are looking wrecks, and the food is bad.
9th – On woodcutting, and later with engineer in trenches and supports making sleeping places; back at 6p.m.; nothing much doing.
10th – Working all day with engineers behind firing line. We go into firing line to-morrow for a while, probably till we move from here. Saw about 200 Turks near our trenches at Quinn’s Post this morning that had been shot the other night in an attack by one of our machine guns.
11th – Went into firing line this evening; on fatigues all morning. Edgar is on observation work.
12th – Had very quiet night. Very poor breakfast – only two biscuits each. Very heavy shrapnel fire from enemy this morning right over our trenches; did a little damage, but no one in our company hit yet. Saw four killed and one wounded by shrapnel about 20 yards away. They appeared to have just come out of the firing line for some reason; they would belong to the 4th Battalion, I should say. It’s a wonder they don’t get a lot more than they do; we all have some close calls at times. Wish it was all over – war is a terrible business.
13th – Quiet day; went on duty at 6 for 48 hours’ observation. We have to work double shifts now on account of the shortage of men. I am on No. 2 post in firing line. Dysentery bad, so are the flies.
14th – On observation duty.
15th – On observation duty. Our trenches got knocked about by enemy shells this morning, but no one was hit; plenty of dirt flying about. Got relieved by 13th platoon for three days. Just got orders to stand to all night; enemy must be going to attack. Got no sleep.
16th – Had fair night; very bad with dysentery, so is Edgar. I can’t eat the food; feeling weak and ill, and could not do fatigues, and no good reporting to the doctor, as he only gives pills. Very heavy shell fire this afternoon; eight killed and ten wounded in our trenches. Two of them, poor chaps, were taken out in little pieces which took a lot of finding in the dirt they were mixed up with; nearly all of them were buried.
17th – Had fair night, though there was a lot of bomb-throwing on the left. More big shells to-day. One nearly smothered us with dirt. Dysentery a little better, but very weak; I collapsed last night on my way back, and some fellows had to help me to my bunk. Nearly everyone is bad more or less, and barcoo rot is spreading. I have it pretty badly. If they don’t give us a change soon we will all be down.
18th – Going into firing line again to-day. On fatigues, and don’t go into firing line till to-morrow. Corporal Cole shot through head this morning and died almost immediately. Was only 21 years of age.
19th – Went to firing line 10a.m. Am not on first shift.
20th – Still in firing line. Had a lot of “hurry up” to-night. Something doing at the sniper’s trench; had a bit of a fire fight.
21st – On observation duty; nothing much doing.
22nd – Still on observation duty; got relieved for to-night. Want a sleep badly.
23rd – Go on duty again at 7p.m. with Edgar. Things quiet. The Turks are doing a lot of digging and making new trenches close to ours. We may be able to blow up a few of them later on; both sides are busy sapping and mining; can hear them working under parts of our trenches; hope they don’t blow us up first.
24th – Still on observation duty. Very bad with dysentery again.
25th – Got relieved at 10a.m. by 15th Platoon; will be in again in three days. Suppose will be getting plenty of fatigues while in the supports. The Lord Nelson and five destroyers came up this afternoon to Gabe Tepe and bombarded a magazine and store, and succeeded in destroying them.
26th – Went to beach this afternoon. Shrapnel heavy, and saw bunch of men in swimming get hit by two shells, which landed right amongst them; must have caught a lot.
27th – Turks made feeble attack early this morning, but only a few came out. They are afraid of our fire, and I don’t wonder at it, as every time they attack they lose enormously. I expect we will get a taste of it before long again. On fatigues, and went to church this evening behind trenches, and enjoyed service.
28th – Went to firing line again at 10a.m. for six days. Am on observation duty with Edgar. Had a lot of rifle fire this afternoon. Some of their shells hit our parapet, and one buried seven of our men just a few yards from us. Six of them went to hospital, but, strange to say, none were killed – a very lucky escape. Had another fire demonstration to-night, and sang a few choruses to keep the Turks awake. Part of our line on the right flank made an attack, emptied the enemy’s trenches and returned; had about 120 casualties. It is all done to keep them from sending help to the Cape, where the Tommies are making an attack.
29th – Still on duty, but have a spell of 24 hours to-morrow. Enemy made an attack at Quinn’s Post, and lost about 250 dead. Our artillery played the deuce with them. We had a duet and thunderstorm when the enemy made the attack – suppose they thought the dark would hide them. Enemy were reinforced today, and we had a very heavy fusillade. I was on observation duty with Edgar at the time. Our casualties were comparatively light, I believe. We are supposed to have made an advance at Cape Helles.
30th – Relieved at 8a.m. for a 24 hours’ spell. Rumors of a spell for a week at Imbros, but suppose it will end in smoke, like the other. Imbros is about 14 miles away from the shore. Very heavy gun fire at Cape all day and night. The Turks must be having a rough time of it. We had a thunderstorm to-night at 9.30, and very vivid lightning, and the enemy got uneasy and did a lot of firing. Had a fair night after the storm passed over.
July 1st – Go on duty at 2p.m.
2nd – Quiet day. Went to beach for water after being relieved. Only doing 24 hours on at a time now; reinforcements make a difference, and a lot of them are arriving lately. Major Lockhart brought me some cigarettes to-day; he was wounded, and has just returned; cigarettes are very acceptable. Very heavy firing at Cape this afternoon, they must be advancing.
3rd – Hear that Turks attacked in vast numbers at Cape on 30th and 1st, and were repulsed with very heavy losses. Lot of firing at Cape last night.
4th – Relieved for three days in supports, hope fatigues are not heavy. Had little rain last night. Have a cold; missed church; had bit of firing at about 8 o’clock.
5th – Fatigues, and quiet night.
6th – Fatigues.
7th – Went to firing line for 6 days; not on duty yet, but go on to-morrow; bit of a flutter about 10a.m.
8th – On observation duty 10a.m.
9th – On duty at No. 6 post.
10th – Relieved for 24 hours. Some of our big shells landed in Johnson’s Gully this afternoon and did a bit of damage. The Lord Nelson came up with six destroyers and did a bit of firing at something inland. We blew up some of the enemy’s saps yesterday and made a bit of a commotion, and a machine gun picked off the poor devils as they ran out – those who could run.
11th – On duty at 10a.m. for 24 hours, a long shift. Had a fire demonstration to-night; things very warm. Another attack at the Cape.
12th – Another fire fight this morning. Very heavy shell fire on our trenches. Edgar had a very narrow escape. A shell came through the loophole where he was observing and took the plate with it and a bit of the water bottle just behind him, where it exploded in the ground and never hurt him. Several of our fellows went down to the hospital hit or suffering from shock from shells bursting. A lot of shells landed on our trench. There must be a lot of casualties in other parts. Just heard that Major Lockhart got hit very badly and is not expected to recover. He was one of the best. A lot of men are going out of the firing line wounded. Heard later that Major Lockhart died.
13th – Relieved at 10a.m. Heavy shell fire this afternoon, and a lot of casualties. One poor fellow had both legs taken off; don’t think he can recover, although he seems cheerful enough. He had just returned from being wounded. Some were blown to pieces. Saw remains of one man being carried down in a parcel.
14th – More shells this afternoon. Our machine gun section got blown out; one killed and several hurt. Went for swim and wrote home.
15th – Went for swim. Quiet day, with few shells after dinner.
16th – Went to firing line this morning. Don’t go on duty again till to-morrow. Fair number of shells this evening – one on quarter-master’s store; hope it does not run us short of provisions.
17th – On duty No. 3 post; quiet day. Heavy firing at Cape. Holy Communion service at Brigadier’s headquarters at 6.30a.m.; missed it, being asleep.
18th – Quiet day. Went to beach for water. After being relieved at 10a.m. saw eight men put out by two shells while I was there. Saw one being carried along beach with face blown off. Went to church in evening; few shells about.
19th – On duty this morning; quiet day. Very heavy firing at Cape. They seem to be having a tough job to take the hill.
20th – Relieved 10a.m.; went to beach for water.
21st – On duty at 10a.m.
22nd – Went into supports for three days at 10a.m.
23rd – Went for swim and water; got wood; fatigues; stand to at midnight.
24th – Had three “stand-to’s” last night; evidently expected an attack somewhere.
25th – Firing line again. Will go to church if possible.
26th – Few shells and bombs, but don’t think much happened.
27th – Relieved for 24 hours; went for water and had a swim. Turks dropping lot of shells to-day. Got some eggs at 2s 6d a dozen.
28th – An attack this morning, enemy losing 200; we had practically no casualties; was not a very big attack. A good many saps have been blown up lately; one went this morning; are mostly enemy saps.
29th – Went for water. Been fortunate enough to buy eggs and flour from sailors, which they bring from Lemnos. They have been the saving of us as far as dysentery goes.
30th – Heard of great victory for our troops near Persian Gulf, and hope its true; gave enemy three cheers from trenches to celebrate occasion, and they fired like mad.
31st – Went to supports for three days. A German “fly” dropped a few bombs on our line this morning; bit of rifle fire last night.
August 1st – Quiet day; went to church and had good service; a big Salvation Army chap gave it, and delivered a good sermon. He’s often been in Inglewood; I’ve seen him there. He’s a big, stout chap; has Church of England hymns.
2nd – Water fatigues; the big gun fire at Cape not so noticeable to-day.
3rd – Firing line again. On No. 1 post, with Edgar acting as corporal. A Taube dropped some bombs about.
4th – Got hit with incendiary bomb on head at midnight just after coming off shift, and burnt my scalp and clothes, but luckily my cap comforter saved me from being very badly burned. I was taken down to the hospital after being dressed, and will be going away in fleet sweeper in the morning. My face is black and charred. Luckily I was not asleep, or I’d have got it in the face and been blinded.
5th – Left on fleet sweeper at midday. Was sorry to leave Edgar (who came down with some of my belongings in the morning) especially as there is to be a big attack in a few days. Three divisions of Tommies are landing before the end of week; [censored] landed last night. We reached Lemnos at 5.30p.m., and harbor is full of all kinds of craft, from warships down to cockle shells.
6th – Left Lemnos at 5.30p.m. for Alexandria; won’t be away long.
7th – Grand to have a bed to sleep in, and no kit to wear all night. My head is doing well. Had beard shaved off to-day. Meals are fairly good.
8th – Had quiet day. Will reach Alexandria to-night. Fancy, I finished this diary on the day I started it, this day last year. Will post it home to-morrow, and start another. It is my birthday, too. Anxious that I should start this diary also on my birthday and finish it for post on my next birthday.

Another snippet transcribed by Heather from the Inglewood Advertiser, 6/8/1915:
A further batch of letters from soldiers at the front arrived on Wednesday, and were keenly welcomed by relatives and friends. An idea as to the difficulties experienced by the men in attending their correspondence may be gained by the fact that in one instance the inside of a cigarette box was used, the author of this novel writing pad being Private H. Morse, while in another, two cards which bore a message from Private F.H. Symonds were stuck together with jam.

Occupation: In his enlistment papers in 1914, Frederick is listed as an agent. On his return from the War, he was granted 47 acres of land in Quantong, on which he planted orchards.
The Horsham Times (Victoria) 8 July 1919 p4
  The Secretary of the Shire of Wimmera (Mr. James Hocking) has received an intimation from the Secretary of the Closer Settlement Board (Mr. James W. Butler) stating that with reference to Mr. Allen Knight's land, in the parish of Quantong, 47 acres 39 perches, he wished to inform him that the Closer Settlement Board had agreed to purchase it on behalf of Mr. F. H. Symonds, a returned soldier, of Quantong.

In 1920, Frederick Heatley Symonds is referred to as "orchardist, of Quantong" (The Horsham Times (Victoria) 25 June 1920 p5) but this career seems to have ended with the revocation of his land in 1930 (The Horsham Times (Victoria) 16 December 1930 p7) and Frederick subsequently took holy orders in the Church of England, instituted at Mutoa in 1936 and then to Koroit in 1938, where he was also quickly elected as president of the St Paul's Tennis Club (The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 21 September 1938 p14).

The Horsham Times (Victoria) 7 April 1936 p8
      New Minister Welcomed.
  There was a large attendance at the Murtoa Church of England, when the Rev. F. H. Symonds was instituted to the parish of Murtoa by the Venerable Archdeacon Best. The address was given by the Rev. N. S. Fettell, Rural Dean of Stawell. There were clergy present from all parts of the rural deanery. After the ceremony the people adjourned to the parish hall where various speakers representing the clergy and vestry welcomed the new vicar to the district. After a response by the vicar, Mrs. Symonds was presented with a bouquet of flowers by Miss Sudholz.

The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 7 July 1938 p12
The Rev. F. H. Symonds, who has been vicar of the parish of Murtoa for two years, has been appointed to Koroit.

Death: 30 September 1962, in South Ballarat, Victoria, Australia, aged 80

Buried: 2 October 1962 in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia, aged 80


George Standish Symonds

Birth: 11 April 1879, at the Bank of Victoria, Guildford, Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 17 April 1879 p1
SYMONDS.—On the 11th inst, at the Bank of Victoria, Guildford, the wife of Samuel Symonds of a son.

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Married: Mary Florence Goode on 24 April 1913, in St Stephen, Portland, Victoria, Australia
The Horsham Times (Victoria) 2 May 1913 p5
A pretty and popular wedding (writes a Portland correspondent) was celebrated at St. Stephen's Church of England on Thursday afternoon last week in the presence of a crowded congregation, the contracting parties being Mr. George Standish Symonds (manager of the Bank of Victoria, Horsham), and Miss Mary Florence Goode, eldest daughter of Mr. E. A. Goode, manager of the Portland branch of the Bank of Victoria. The ceremony was performed by Canon Carmichael. The bride, who was given away by her father, wore a charming gown of satin charmeuse with an over-dress of ninon. The bridesmaid was Miss Doris Goode, who wore a modish frock of pink satin charmeuse, and ninon over dress. Mr. Edgar Symonds acted as best man. After the ceremony a reception was held at the residence of the bride's father, and later in the day the happy couple left by motor on their honeymoon tour.

Portland Guardian (Victoria) 25 April 1913 p2
   WEDDING.—Considerable interest was manifest locally for some time in the approaching marriage of Miss Goode, daughter of Mr E. A. Goode, the popular manager of the Portland branch of the Bank of Victoria, to Mr. G. Simmons, bank manager, Horsham. The date fixed for the wedding was the 24th inst, and S. Stephens' church was quite an attraction for a number of young ladies on the morning of that day, and which was subsequently found to be due to extensive floral decorations for the wedding, which took place at 2.30 that afternoon. The church was filled, almost packed, by residents of all classes, as Miss Maimie Goode, as she was very familiarly called, was one of the most popular of our young ladies. The greatest interest was taken in the ceremony, which was conducted by Canon Carmichael in his customary pleasant manner. As the happy couple left the church more than the usual tokens of appreciation were showered on them. The bride looked charming in white satin, and wore the customary wreath and veil, and carried a handsome shower bouquet. She was attended by her sister, Miss Doris, whose costume was pink with shower bouquet to match. The bridegroom was supported by his brother, and suspended over the contracting parties were the letters M. and G. very tastefully arranged, as indeed were all the floral decorations. The choir was in attendance and sang the Wedding Hymn. The bride's travelling dress was navy blue, with hat to match. Mr and Mrs Simmons left by motor, and will have the best wishes of Portlanders for a happy wedded life.

Mary, who was known as Mamie, was the daughter of Edmund A. Goode and Mary. She was a keen cricketer in her youth and captain of the Girls' Cricket Club in Portland (Portland Guardian (Victoria) 1 June 1908 p2), and later an avid golfer (The Horsham Times (Victoria) 17 November 1922 p3). Mary was cremated on 7 June 1954 at Springvale Botanical Cemetery, Springvale, Victoria, Australia.

Occupation: Bank Manager. In 1922 George was promoted from being the manager of the Bank of Victoria in Horsham, a position it seems he had held for 11 years, to manager of the Geelong branch of the Bank of Victoria.
The Horsham Times (Victoria) 17 November 1922 p3
  On Monday evening the large upstairs hall of Perring's Cafe was crowded with town and district people to do honor to Mr. G. S. Symonds, manager of the Hor sham branch of the Bank of Victoria, on the eve of his departure for Melbourne, where he has to report at headquarters, it being asserted that his transference means promotion in the service of the bank. The catering was done in Mr. Perring's best style, and with a fine musical programme and a variety of speakers, the evening passed pleasantly and showed the esteem in which Mr. Symonds was held. The old musical favorites—Messrs C. Frencham, A. Stanistreet, and J. Garland—sang to an appreciative audience, and novelty was given to the programme by the introduction of new talent, Mr. H. McWhinney singing sweetly and Mr. C. Mutten giving recitations that were new in a finished manner, while Mr. S. C. Tonge (relieving manager at the Union Bank) capably filled the position of accompanist.
  The Mayor (Cr. D. Anderson) said it was gratifying to see such a large gathering to meet Mr. Symonds. It was pleasing to see all sections of the community represented—the clients of the Bank of Victoria, Mr. Symonds' own friends, the sporting community, the social element, and his brother bankers —to give him a send-off. He read several apologies for absence.
  After the loyal toast had been honored, Mr. J. Bennett (on behalf of the town) proposed the toast of the Guest. He said he had been rather honored in being asked to propose the toast of a gentleman, who, during the past 11 years; had taken such a keen interest in the affairs of the town as Mr. Symonds had done. He was quite pleased to propose the toast, as Mr. Symonds and his family had been personal friends ever since they came to Horsham. They had only to look at what their guest had taken on and they would realise that he was thorough. No matter what institution he was connected with he went into it with the whole of his heart, and he was told that if their overdraft were getting a little too high he had a nice way of bring ing that fact under their notice. One did feel regret when good friends were leaving, but he was quite satisfied that Mr. Symonds' removal from Horsham meant substantial promotion, and he was sure that he would make good in the future. When Mr. Symonds came to Horsham his bank was not in the state it was to-day, and the improvement was due to the sterling qualities of him as a bank manager and a good citizen. He would like to express, on behalf of the townspeople, their very good wishes for the future welfare of himself, Mrs. Symonds and Ted. He trusted they would see him here at intervals, and he trusted that he would get on to some billet that would bring him here occasionally. On behalf of the townspeople, himself and his wife he wished him God-speed. (Hear, hear.)
  Mr. Harold Smith, on behalf of the country people, said he could endorse everything that Mr. Bennett had said. Speaking on behalf of the country clients of the bank—and he could see many of them here, from Peppers Plains and Gymbowen—he did not think there was ever a manager who had won the esteem and respect that Mr. Symonds had done. As a banker he had been courteous and kind, and to a great extent a very solid adviser indeed. A gathering like this only expressed the respect in which he was held by the country people. He was delayed coming here that evening answering telephone calls expresing the regrets of people who could not come. He could assure Mr. Symonds that they felt his loss very keenly, and they could only feel that it was promotion for him, and that tempered the parting very much. He joined with Mr. Bennett in wishing Mr. Symonds and his family continued success. (Applause.)
  Mr. F. J. Millar, speaking on behalf of the hospital, said it was with mingled feelings of pleasure and regret that he rose as president for the time being of Horsham Hospital to support this toast—a pleasure because he was privileged to do honor to such a deserving citizen as Mr. Symonds, a pleasure also to hear that this transfer meant promotion to him in the service of the bank he represented. The regrets were that they were losing the services of such a valued committee-man and ex-president as Mr. Symonds. If was about seven years ago that he became a committee-man, and it was only after three years' service that they decided to elect him as president, and this office he had filled with credit for over three years. Looking through the records of the hospital he found that, with the exception of Mr Cathcart, who filled the office of president for four years, there was no one who had filled it so long as Mr. Symonds. To those who did not know what the office of president meant, he could tell them it was no sinecure. It meant attendance at the hospital every Thursday afternoon, attendance at every committee meeting, attendance at every general meeting, and attendance at every meeting to support the efforts for getting funds for the institution, including stump speeches in the open air—a thing he considered the hardest thing to do—to him at any rate. Mr. Symonds had filled the office with credit and conspicuous ability throughout his terms of president, and it was with feelings of regret that they lost his services. He joined with them all in wishing Mr. Symonds and his family success. (Hear, hear.)
  Mr. P. Learmonth, president of the Bowling Club, in supporting the toast, said that not the least important part was the sporting part of the community. Nowhere would Mr. Symonds be so much missed as he would be on the bowling green. Not only was he their leading bowler, but he also took a keen interest in the game. They were not disheartened at their loss, for they had a lot of colts coming on. Not only was Mr. Symonds a good man on the bowling green, but Mrs. Symonds was not only a good golfer but also a jolly good sport. He was sorry indeed to lose them; they would be a big loss. He hoped that wherever he went he would find a good bowling green for himself and a good golf links for Mrs Symonds. (Applause.)
  Mr. G. W. Cochrane, president of the Returned Soldiers' Association, said he had been deputed by the Horsham branch to mention to Mr. Symonds a little of the appreciation the branch had felt for the services he had rendered the league since its inception in the town. Away back when their league was formed by three men in the street they approached Mr. Symonds. He gave them an interested hearing, and later when it was the public desire of the citizens to erect a suitable memorial in the town it was then that Mr. Symonds came to help. At a big public meeting the citizens saw fit to appoint Mr. Symonds president, and he, as secretary, could tell them there was not one stone left unturned to make it a success. Whenever they required advice about finance they had gone to him and got what they were looking for. They hoped that his successor would tender to them the same feelings as Mr Symonds had done. He had a pleasing duty to perform on behalf of the soldiers—the presentation of a small token—and he asked him to accept this fountain pen as small gift from the diggers of Horsham. (Hear, hear.)
  Mr. Thomas Porker, Peppers Plains, said he was very pleased to be present to endorse the remarks that had been made. Up in the Mallee people spoke well of Mr. Symonds for his good judgment, good nature and his treatment of them in banking affairs. (Cheers.)
  Mr. J. McRae, Jung, said they were aware that, he was not a resident of Horsham. He was a resident of a much more important place—(laughter and hear, hear)—but he had come in contact with the guest of the evening more praticularly in connection with the hospital. He had the honor to be one of the country members of the committee, and he could say with all sincerity that Mr. Symonds had carried out the duties of president in a way that would be hard to follow. Mr. F. Millar would be a worthy successor, and he had remarked about the difficulty of making stump speeches. Well, he had heard Mr. Millar make one at Jung, and the result was very gratifying to the hospital. The success of the hospital was due to the good work that Mr. Symonds had put in. They regretted this parting, especially as he had taken such an interest in the district but when promotion came with it there was something that lessened the regret. (Applause.)
  Mr. C. Davies said that as the oldest resident banker here he thought it incumbent on him to pay his tribute to their guest. Mr. Symonds was the president of the associated banks here, and that stamped him as being a man of ability. The occasion when he made a speech at the presentation to Mrs. Anderson showed that he had the whole future of the hospital at heart. They saw little of Mr. Symonds on the street, and it was evident that he gave most of his time to his clients. In losing Mr. Symonds he felt that they were losing a good friend. (Hear, hear.)
  Mr. J. R. Kelly, Murra Warra, said that as a bank manager, Mr. Symonds was second to none. They might get a man who was as good, but they could not get a better one. Listening to the speakers he learnt that Mr. Symonds had been put in everything, but what pleased him most was his association with the hospital. They would just have to put up with it, for what would be their loss would be another place's gain. (Cheers.)
  Mr. Henry Byrne, Dooen, said he was here as one of the oldest clients of the bank. The bank had had many managers here, but his favorite had been Mr Symonds. He was the man who carted the slates for the roof of the bank, and when the bank opened he joined it and had never left it. Mr. Symonds had been a friend to him in everything, and he was sorry to lose him. (Hear, hear.)
  Rev. Father Howell said that since he had come in he had heard enough to understand the estimation in which Mr. Symonds was held. There was no citizen here could honestly say that he held him in higher estimation than he did. It was not so much for his own qualities as for what he knew of his father and mother. He had lived in Inglewood where Mr. Symonds' father lived. He lived there for 11 years, and had a church account which was considerable, and he found no one better than Mr. Symonds, sen., to advise him—a man who could give sound advice in the spending of money. As a business man and a banker he respected his father, and he was quite satisfied that his son here was doing the same. He had heard reference made to his association with the institutions here. He thought these clubs had very live members and were quite capable of looking after themselves. The one thing that sometimes lacked was public charity, and the thing was to get live members of the committee who would work on that committee and get the money out of the pockets of the people. One man who could do that was Mr. Symonds. He had been president of the Stawell Hospital, and he remembered the working of it, but no institution could be better worked than the one here, and he thought a great deal of the credit for that reflected upon the president. (Hear, hear.) As a social man he thought Mr. Symonds would hold his own with any man. He was not very demonstrative, but he had those quiet social qualities that held a man, and he was sure that when people heard of his further promotion they would rejoice. He rejoiced at his present promotion. (Hear, hear.)
  Mr. J. F. Curran complimented Mr. Symonds for his work as treasurer of the Horsham Race Club, the Football Club and the Trotting Club. He spoke highly of what he had done for the Racing Club. Mr. James Anderson, on behalf of the president of the Trotting Club (Mr. Shearwood), thanked Mr. Symonds for what he had done for the club.
  On rising to make the presentation to Mr. Symonds, the Mayor said that on behalf of the clients of the bank and friends in Horsham he had been asked to perform that pleasing duty. It was an old saying that when the heart was full the mind was empty, and he was sure their hearts were full at Mr. Symonds going away, but they did not forget the happy times they had to gether. A banker's position was one of great trust and one of great restrictions as he could not enter into the commercial activities that his customers were engaged on, and therefore it was very fitting when he was leaving them that they should make up to him what he might have lost. Mr. Symonds had earned a very honored place. He would receive promotion from his bank. There was no doubt about that. (Hear, hear.) After he had finished his work to his customers and to his head office, he had given his time to the charitable institutions and the sporting clubs of the town. What he had done for the hospital would stand, as a monument, and as he had done all that so well his friends thought they would not like him to go away without presenting him with something tangible to remind him of the happy times they had spent with him. He had always worn the white flower of a blameless life, and he went away with their best good will and their heartiest wishes that the future might hold for him and his family. Therefore, on behalf of the clients and friends he asked him to accept this little token—a wallet of notes—hoping that it would remind him of the pleasant days he had spent in Horsham. (Cheers.)
  When Mr. Symonds rose to respond he was loudly cheered. He said that one could not be human if he did not feel honored and proud to see the gathering of friends here to wish him good luck and Godspeed in his new province. He felt that it was very hard indeed to express the inward feelings he had that evening. He could assure them it was not an easy matter to break with the friends he had made in the town and district of this prosperous Wimmera. He had been here 11 years, and it was gratifying to hear from his old friends and clients of the bank the expressions of goodwill that had been made. He had not done anything since he had been here any more than any ordinary citizen who had the welfare of the town at heart. He had done his little bit—being a bird of passage—to help on the clubs and tried to give a little vim to the place. His many friends had put him in important positions in their clubs and institutions, and it was very gratifying for him to hear what they had said. He thought their remarks were genuine, for there seemed to be a true ring about this meeting, and that was more to him than any gift. He had had a pleasant time here ; he had made many friends; his clients had been very loyal to him. This had made his task in banking a very easy one, and he would like to express his thanks to all those gentlemen, his deep appreciation of their goodwill and friendship to him during his stay here. When he looked round and saw the faces of men who had come miles to say goodbye to him he considered it a very great honor and an honor that he much appreciated. He sincerely hoped that at some future time, if it be his good fortune to come back to this great and prosperous town, to reunite the friendships he had made during his stay here. He must thank the president of the hospital for what he said. His services had been nothing—absolutely nothing. He had been favored with the good fortune of having one woman in this town who knew what the word charity meant, and that woman had helped him out of all his difficulties—(hear, hear)—and it was to her alone that stood the credit of the hospital's sound financial position to-day. He took none of it himself, for he knew only too well what it would have meant without that assistance. There was no need to mention that lady's name, for she was known throughout for her good works. He thanked Messrs Learmonth, Cochrane, Davies, Anderson, the Rev. Father Howell and those men from the country who had spoken so kindly on his behalf. He could assure them that he would never forget this gathering, and he hoped to have the privilege of coming back on some future date so renew the friendships he had made. (Cheers).
  Mr. F. Langlands proposed the toast of Mr. J. E. Williams, Mr. Symonds' successor. He congratulated him on his promotion to such an important position in Horsham, and extended to him a warm welcome. This sentiment was endorsed by the Mayor, who extended him a warm welcome on behalf of the citizens.
  In responding, Mr. Williams made a vigorous speech, in the course of which he said that 11 years ago he was the accountant at the Horsham branch under Mr. Symonds.
  The toasts of the performers (proposed by Mr. James Anderson and responded to by Mr Stanistreet) and the Chairman terminated the proceedings.

The Horsham Times (Victoria) 24 November 1922 p5
Mr. G. Symonds, of the Bank of Victoria, who prior to leaving Horsham was unaware of his ultimate destination, has been appointed manager of the Geelong branch. This means substantial promotion to Mr. Symonds.

Death: 1958, in East Geelong, Victoria, Australia

Buried: 17 June 1958 in Geelong Eastern Cemetery, Victoria, Australia, aged 81. George is buried in grave COE*6***239.

1937: 296 Elizabeth Street, Melbourne, Victoria   (The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 6 September 1937 p18)
1940: Berrington, Punt Road, South Yarra, Victoria   (The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 11 May 1940 p8)
1945: 25 Larnook Street, Prahran, Victoria   (The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 10 October 1945 p12)


Harry Stace Symonds

Birth: 22 December 1880, at the Bank of Victoria, Port Albert, Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 30 December 1880 p1
SYMONDS.—On the 22nd inst., at the Bank of Victoria, Port Albert, the wife of S. Symonds of a son.

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Married: Edith

Harry's grandfather, Edward Stace Symonds, was made a Commander of the Order of St Michael and St George. The insignia of this award was specifically left to Harry by the will his father (The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 4 February 1938 p2).

Death: 1963, in Hart?, Victoria, Australia

Cremated: 17 May 1963 at Springvale Botanical Cemetery, Springvale, Victoria, Australia


Hilda Marjorie (Symonds) McCaul

Birth: 1885, in Walhalla, Victoria

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Married: William Henry McCaul in 1913 in Victoria, Australia

William was born in 1877 in New Zealand, the son of George and Marion McCaul. William was appointed as junior clerk to the Wanganui Borough Council in September 1896 (Wanganui Herald 16 September 1896 p4) and in 1918 he is listed as the assistant Town Clerk in Wanganui (Wanganui Chronicle 3 October 1918 p7). William was an able violinist and honorary secretary of the opera house in Wanganui. He died in 1962 in New Zealand, and was buried in Aramoho cemetery, Wanganui, on 21 December 1962 (Block H Division 7 Plot 359), aged 86. His address is recorded as 37 Liffiton Street and his occupation as clerk.

Death: 1951, in New Zealand, aged 65

1915: 3 Campbell Street, Wanganui, New Zealand   (Wanganui Chronicle 8 July 1915 p4)


Samuel Symonds

Birth: 17 July 1850, in Redfern, New South Wales
The Sydney Morning Herald (New South Wales) 18 July 1850 p3
At Redfern, on Wednesday, the 17th instant, Mrs. Edward S. Symonds, of a son.

Father: Edward Stace Symonds

Mother: Emily (Wilson) Symonds

Married: Jane Hartrick on 15 April 1878 in Anderson's Creek (a.k.a Warrandyte), Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 20 April 1878 p1
SYMONDS—HARTRICK.—On the 15th inst., at Warrandyte, by the Rev. A. W. Cresswell, Samuel, third son of Edw. S. Symonds, Esq., Under-treasurer, to Jane, eldest daughter of Geo. S. Hartrick, Esq., late of Walhalla.

Occupation: Bank Manager. In 1877 Samuel was an accountant in the Bank of Victoria in Walhalla (Gippsland Times (Victoria) 27 July 1877 p4) and at the birth of his first son, George, in 1879 he was working for the bank of Victoria in Guildford, Victoria. In 1884, then manager of the Bank of Victoria in Port Albert, Samuel transferred back to Walhalla as bank manager. While there the bank was destroyed in a massive fire in 1888. Samuel and Jane also suffered substantial personal property losses in the fire. By the birth of his son, Edgar, in 1892, Samuel was the manager of the Bank of Victoria in Inglewood, which position he still held when his youngest son was born in 1897.

Gippsland Times (Victoria) 11 July 1884 p3
After a brief reprieve so far as the transfer of Mr S. Symonds from Port Albert to Walhalla is concerned, and during which it was understood that his salary had been in increased by the same amount implied by the removal, we learn that the gentleman in question has at length been instructed to hold himself in readiness to depart for the quartz mining township abovementioned. This matter having been decided by the head office, it only remains (says the Standard) for the friends of Mr Symonds to take prompt action in the direction of presenting him with some tangible proof of the esteem in which he has been held for several years past, not only as manager of the Bank of Victoria at Port Albert, but as an active and valued member of the social circle, who has identified himself with our public institutions in such a way as to win the warm appreciation of all concerned.

Traralgon Record (Victoria) 27 November 1888 p9

  The most terrible blow that this town has ever felt was experienced on Saturday night, when a fire broke out which laid the whole business part in ruins, 26 places being demolished and many families rendered homeless, while others were utterly ruined.
  The conflagration began at a little after nine o'clock in the dressmaking department of Mr. J. Crawford's drapery establishment. A lady named Darcy was being fitted with a bodice when the dressmaker, who held a lighted candle in her hand, brought it too near some straw hats, and the building being constructed of the flimsiest materials, the whole premises were ablaze in a few moments in spite of Mr. Crawford's attempts to arrest the fire. Then began the terrible havoc. The flames rushed to a great height, and threatened Mr. Jolly's stationer's shop on the other side of the narrow creek, and Harris and Buchanan's store on the east side of Crawford's. Scores of willing workers tried hard, and would have succeeded in saving Mr. Jolly's, but the cry "dynamite," which was emphasized by the reports of a couple of cartridges, rang through the air, and the terror stricken men fled, knowing that upwards of 15 cwt. of dynamite was stored at the abovenamed store. It was afterwards seen that the explosive, though far in a tunnel, had all but gone, as the tunnel door had been burned away, and even one of the barrels was scorched. A strong wind was blowing at the time, and the raging flames travelled with amazing swiftness, and swept over the stores of Harris and Buchanan, Mr. Cowl's chemist's shop, Fielchenfield's the draper's, Middleton's the tailor's, Kraetzer's Long Tunnel Hotel, and sweeping up the rear of these places, destroyed the house of a man named James Taylor, after which the residence of Mr. Curry, tailor, and his shop were involved in the ruin. The office of the Wallalla Chronicle sharing their fate almost at the same time; the fire ceasing its ravages at this point where a high stone retaining wall saved the Grand Junction Hotel and the tenements beyond. The fire might have been confined to one side of the street had not some fool rushed out of Crawford's with a blazing roll, which he deposited on Mr. Trick's office verandah and set this on fire, and also Mr. Brockwell's barber's shop, and that of Mr. Dunn, grocer, were destroyed. In the meantime the march of the destroyer was rapid in the other direction. From Jolly's it caught the shop of Mr. Mainland, attached to the Mechanics' Institute, and very soon the building and its fine library of over 1000 volumes and complete little museum were demolished, only a few trifling things beside the piano being saved. The Bank of Victoria was the next to go, and by dint of the most unflagging exertions the store of J. L. Roberts was saved, though all the fencing and outer buildings went. In the meantime the terrific heat caused the utmost alarm to be felt for the Bank of Australasia, which at last succumbed to the destructive element, the books and cash, however, being carried off safely by Mr. M'Gan, the teller, and Mr. Elston, the ledger-keeper. All attention was now con fined to the Empire Hotel, kept by Mr R. Mill, the late popular host of the Club Hotel, Traralgon. Attached to this building, all constructed of wood, were the office of Mr. C. Regardt, stock-broker, J. Williams, hairdresser, next to these the butcher's shop of Messrs. Jolly, with the Catholic Church in the rear. These places were a source of great danger to the post office, which, though it became ignited, was at length rescued, and the fire proceeded no further. The scene was terrifically grand, and the most intense excitement prevailed during the struggle made by the men at the Long Tunnel battery to save the building, which they did, thus saving many thousand pounds worth of machinery, and scores of men from being thrown out of employment. Passing over the battery, which was at one time wrapped in fire, the flames ran up the side of the immense hill, and consumed a large quantity of trees.
During the course of the fire many exciting incidents took place. Mrs. Fielchenfeld was bathing her youngest girl, and had to fly with the naked child in her arms, while the other children were carried out in their nightdresses. Mr. John Finlayson, while rescuing a baby, was badly burned, but the most serious incidents were the number of robberies which took place. Mrs. Symonds had a watch and some jewellery stolen out of her chest of drawers. Miss Curry lost a watch, and the quantity of other property stolen was very great, Mr. Middleton being a principal sufferer. Drink of all kinds was taken from the hotels before the very eyes of the owners.
The total loss is very great, and cannot be less than £80,000. Mr. Crawford has lost very heavily, being only insured for about third of his stock, He only began business about three months' ago. Mr. Mill has lost nearly everything, and is not nearly covered by insurance. Like Mr. Crawford, he was only a new-comer. Mr. F. S. Carson, of the Chronicle, and at one time editor of the Record, has lost type, stock and machinery to the value of £200, and was not insured. Mr. Jolly's building was insured for only £160, and he has lost £500 of stock. Harris and Buchanan lost £3000, only partly covered by insurance. J. Mainland £150, in the Imperial. R. H. Cowl loses £1200, insured for £650 in various offices. Mr. Fielchenfeld £2500 in the Norwich. The Mechanics in the Commercial Union for £600. Mrs. Alexander, the librarian, has lost everything. The Bank of Victoria was insured in the Victoria for £1500, Mr. Symonds, the manager, losing £300 worth, not insured. The church was insured for £300, in the Comnmercial Union. W. and G. Jolly were not insured, nor were Messrs. Curry, Beadmore, or Taylor.

The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 24 June 1899 p9
Mr. Samuel Symonds, manager of the Bank of Victoria, has been installed Worshipful Master of the Arizona Lodge of Masons for the ensuing year.

Death: 1931, at his residence, 5 Paxton Street, East Malvern, Victoria, Australia
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 5 September 1931 p13
SYMONDS.—At his residence, No. 5 Paxton street, East Malvern, Samuel Symonds, late of Bank of Victoria, Inglewood.

Buried: 5 September 1931 in Boroondara General Cemetery, Kew, Victoria, Australia, aged 81. Samuel is buried in grave IND A 0449.
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 5 September 1931 p13
SYMONDS.—The Friends of the late Mr. S. SYMONDS are respectfully informed that his remains will be interred in the Boroondara Cemetery.
  The funeral is appointed to move from his late residence, 5 Paxton street, East Malvern, THIS DAY (Saturday), at 3 o'clock.
  BURTON BROS., Undertakers, Main street, Lilydale. 'Phone 11.


The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 4 February 1938 p2
    Probate Granted
  Probate of a will which was destroyed some years ago in the belief that it was valueless was granted by the Chief Justice (Sir Frederick Mann) in the Practice Court yesterday. As a result a widow aged 80 years, who is in hospital, will inherit a substantial sum which would otherwise have been divided between her and her five children.
  Samuel Symonds, of Inglewood, bank manager, who made his will in 1917, as a result of a sermon he heard preached at Inglewood, died in 1931. He left his son, Harry Stace Symonds, the insignia of St. Michael and St. George, left to him by his father. Edward Stace Symonds, and the rest of his estate he left to his widow. He appointed his widow, Jane Symonds, and his son, George Standish Symonds, to be executrix and executor of his will.
    To His Mother
  George Standish Symonds, who yesterday made application for the grant of probate of the will, said in an affidavit that he read the will after the death of his father and immediately handed it to his mother. She placed it in a box with other papers. From time to time she sorted the papers and burned such as she thought valueless. She believed that the only property of which her husband died possessed was a piece of land at Laverton valued at £5, and so, considering the will valueless, burned it.
  Mr. H. T. Frederico, who appeared for the applicant, said that last year Samuel Symonds inherited £780 from his father's estate. That was the reason why probate of the will was being sought after such a lapse of time. A recollection of the contents of the will was sworn to by the widow and the applicant.
  Mr. R. R. Marsh, who appeared for the next-of-kin — four of the children— consented to the grant of probate.
  Mr. Frederico was instructed by Messrs. Lynch and MacDonald, and Mr. Marsh by Mr. C. J. Milne.


Samuel Victor Symonds

Birth: 15 June 1897, at the Bank of Victoria, Inglewood, Victoria
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 19 June 1897 p1
SYMONDS.—On the 15th June, at the Bank of Victoria Limited, Inglewood, the wife of Samuel Symonds of a son..

Father: Samuel Symonds

Mother: Jane (Hartrick) Symonds

Occupation: Bank clerk.
In July 1917 Samuel was promoted from his position as a bank officer for the Bank of Victoria in Avoca to the Murchison branch of the bank.
The Ballarat Courier (Victoria) 13 July 1917 p5
Mr. S. V. Symonds, of the staff of the Bank of Victoria at Avoco, has been promoted and transferred to Murchison. He was entertained on Thursday by the manager (Mr. J. H. Deeble) and his friends, and presented with several gifts.

Death: 2 March 1924, in Coleraine, Victoria, Australia, aged 26
The Argus (Melbourne, Victoria) 6 March 1924 p1
SYMONDS.—On the 2nd March, at Coleraine, Victor Samuel, dearly beloved youngest son of Samuel Symonds, Bank of Victoria, Inglewood, aged 26 years.


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