Name: Cyril SINCLAIR
Birth: 26 APR 1896 in Guy Fawkes, NSW
Burial: C of E Section Villiers St Cemetery, Grafton, NSW
BDM Reg No 1896 Reg Bellingen 11006
Death: 09 OCT 1957 in Grafton, NSW of Heart disease.
CYRIL SINCLAIR (1896 - 1957)
Cyril was born at Guy Fawkes in 1896, the fifth child of William James Sinclair and his second wife Jane (Hiscox). He was 14 years old when his mother died. As he grew up he worked with his father on their property Roslyn at Tyringham. In 1915 following the declaration of World War One Cyril, and three of his brothers, enlisted and served in France. Cyril was 19 years of age at the time. He returned home in 1919 with shrapnel wounds to his back and having spent six months in hospital in England recovering from blindness brought on after being gassed. The boys took whatever jobs were offering at the time.
Cyril was 28 years old and a fireman at Torrington when he married Annie Sutton in 1924. They moved back to Dorrigo when Cyril got a job in a sawmill. Their three daughters were born in Dorrigo. Mary born in 1925 only lived two days, Willa in 1927 and Rae in 1929. The girls learnt to ride at a very early age. Their father had always sat them up in front of him on his horse.
Cyril later joined the tick staff and they lived at Nymboida for a short time. Rae started school here at 7 years of age. Their next move was to Acacia Creek on the Queensland Border Ranges where Cyril was the Stock Inspector. Ted was born here in 1937. They next went to Lionsville and then Newbold Station on the Upper Clarence. When they lived in the bush Cyril taught his children poems such as The Man from Snowy River and others by Banjo Paterson, as well as stories from Henry Lawson. He was a keen gardener and always grew flowers and vegetables where ever they lived. They built their first home in Grafton in 1939, as Willa was ready to go to High School. Anne lived here with the children while Cyril camped away during the week and came home at weekends. What a great time they had then as it was their father who romped, played games and sang to them. The family especially enjoyed being together again during the school holidays when Anne took the children to Jacky's Creek, on the Old Glen Innes Road, and they camped together. Cyril was a stockman at Ellangowan, in the Casino area, when the Widdis Brothers offered him the Managers position at Main Camp Station, Rappville, at the end of 1948. His reputation and skill as an excellent horseman was widely known, as was his honesty. As Main Camp was 22 miles south of Casino, tenants were put in the Grafton home and they moved. Rae had recently married, Willa was at Sydney Teachers College and Ted was to start High School so he boarded in Lismore during the week. They all spent many wonderful holidays at Main Camp.
Cyril had complete control of the 35,000-acre property, with three or four stockmen working for him. Mustering and dipping the cattle was a continuous job. He always said he felt more in control on his horse than driving the truck. Each year he sent a train load of steers to Werris Creek where the owners lived. By early 1957 they decided to retire and move back to Grafton as Cyril wasn't well. He bought their first car for Mothers Day. Cyril Sinclair was 61 years of age when he passed away in October 1957. He was buried in the Grafton Cemetery. Anne passed away in 1982, aged 78 years, and was buried beside her husband.
AN ANZAC DAY A D D R E S S BY
Capt. C. Sinclair at Casino, 25th April, (ANZAC DAY) 1944
Mr. Mayor and fellow citizens,
Before commencing this address, I would like to say to you very briefly, -- That it has given me very much pleasure indeed to have the honor conferred upon me of being asked to perform what I would term this most sacred duty on this very Auspicious occasion here today.
And I do hope that when my task is completed that you will all more or less feel that the confidence of those reponsihle was to a certain extent Gratified.
Now it is needless for me to tell you that my story is of ANZAC. It is a story that has been told on many occasions. A story that will never grow old, but before proceeding with this story of ANZAC, I would like to quote to you three lines taken from that wonderful Poem the WHITE CLIFFS, but first I must apologise to the authoress for alterations made.,
Here are the words:--
I have seen much to hate here, much to forgive.
But in a world where AUSTRALIA is finished and dead
I do not want to live.
What visions of glorious deeds of heroism and sacrifice are conjured up in this word that will live for all eternity throughout the nations of the world.
Looking down the corridors of time, our, pulses quicken and our whole being thrills though mingled with pride and sorrow as we consider that soul stirring charge at the DARDENELLES.
Many went forward who never came back.
Many came back never to go forward again, their bodies broken but not their spirits.
At the darkest hour of dawn on that grim morning of APRIL 25th, 1915 a nation was born, born of the flower of AUSTRALIA and N.Z. manhood. The pangs of this birth suffered by men as well as their loved ones, on the blood stained shores of the heights of Gallipoli. This was no birth in hushed silence, but a birth accompanied by the sound of shrieking shells and death dealing bullets from an enemy who more than met his match in Australias sons, who on foreign shores gave their all in the cause of justice and freedom, freedom of speech, freedom of worship and the right to live for those ideals which we Australians hold most dear and sacred.
We are gathered here today to pay tribute to those gallant men who fought and bled for a principle, who fought for right and not might. In the golden pages of the worlds history, their deed will ring down through the ages,. deeds that made the whole universe ring with their praises.
They are gone -- They are not dead; They will live on in the dignity of deeds, and their names are inscribed on that imperishable roll of heroes, whose courage is a fragrant memory.
Those lads did not want war, they had not been nurtured in the.bosom of a war lord whose great ambition was to turn plough shares into swords, and plunge the world into bloody chaos. They were men who lived in peace, proud of the country that gave them birth, living from day to day in peaceful harmony with all men. But when the clouds of war broke over, our beloved empire, they answered the call from the Motherland to assist to crush out that threat to our national freedom. Men from farm and factory, from office and workshops, the sons of toil banded together with men and lads from the professional world, all resolved to put their shoulders to the wheel in the common cause for our Commonwealth.
They did their duty, they did not stop to reason why, they did not ask what is it worth, they were in the battle to do or die for you and me. An on those far flung shores of Gallipoli, through a storm of whining lead, through flesh tearing barbed wire entanglements, and up almost unscalable cliffs, those gallant lads charged unflinchingly with the inherited spirit of their forbears, surcharged with grim determination to gain the shore heights that were belching lead on every side.
Never will their glory fade. Never will the telling and retelling of their glorious deeds lose its thrill and never will the memory of what we owe to them grow dims
But is their sacrifice to be in vain? No.
The sons of ANZACS are now flying at the throat of the war monster that has raised his ugly head in Europe, and those islands close to our beloved shores and who has thrown the whole world into a state of chaos.
They are the ANZACS of today..
We have been left a glorious heritage by our heroes of far away Gallipoli.
Let their sacrifice be not in vain.
Let us emulate their example of heroism, and if we cannot take up arms, then let us pull our weight by
helping those who are keeping the enemy from our hearths and homes.
And let the spirit of ANZAC permeate our minds while we strive in our particular spheres to win and end this war and all its abundant misery to human beings.
Today the theme is ANZAC and we bovi our head in prayer and thankfulness to our comrades, who brought our sunny land to Nationhood, and whose deads of daring and courage made the welkin ring throughout the four corners of the universe.
Let us remember that they are not lost but gone before.
They have left us an example of heroism and patriotism that is more than a heritage, an example of the lowly Nazarine who said:
"Greater love hath no man shown that he lay down his life for his friends."
So let us realise at this Easter Season, that, like the Christ, they passed on that we may live. Live in the freedom and security under those emblems of liberty, the UNION JACK and the flag of the SOUTHERN CROSS which float in the breeze over an empire on which the sun never sets.
An ANZAC tribute
Comrades of old war and comrades anew,
This day of remembrance we bring unto you,
A tribute of honor, well merited too;
Your comrades beseech that your lives freely given,
May long live in glory for...something worth living.
Comrades of old war and comrades anew,
We proudly salute you and honor you too.
Your King and your country indebited to you,
Who lay down your lives for the land of your birth.
That peace and good will should reign on this earth.
Comrades of old war and comrades anew,
Awaken your soul for all that you've striven.
Let's banish all hatred, let the world be forgiven,
For out of the mire your life was not given
For something in vain for those who are living,
So comrades of old war and comrades anew,
Arise and give praise to the glory of men.
Now resting with Him, who gives honor and glory
For services rendered for ever. Amen.
Father: William James SINCLAIR b: 05 NOV 1844 in Sydney, NSW
Mother: Jane HISCOX b: 25 OCT 1865 in McIntyre Flat near Armidale, NSW
Annie Agnes SUTTON b: 24 SEP 1904 in Deepwater, NSW
29 SEP 1924
in Deepwater, NSW
- Mary Eileen SINCLAIR b: 25 APR 1925 in Dorrigo, NSW
- Willa Maisie SINCLAIR b: 03 SEP 1927 in Dorrigo, NSW
- Rae Elizabeth SINCLAIR b: 07 APR 1929 in Dorrigo, NSW
- Edward William James SINCLAIR b: 07 FEB 1937 in Killarney, Qld