They were absentee landowners, colonial gentry, fraternising with their peers, making deals, raising capital and writing letters to public officials and newspapers. They paid an overseer to manage their holding.
I ask myself: why did my Aunt Meg, an openhearted, gregarious woman, who set me on the path of family history, and recorded so much of it, not tell me about my Aboriginal connections?
It seems to me Capertee, population 145 at the last census, punches above its weight.
When are we going to acknowledge the truth about Aboriginal custodianship of the land? And what has that got to do with Australia Day?