Ninian Bannatyne Bryan  and his brother David discovered the bodies of 3 lost children in 1867, 2 months after they had wandered off together. They are buried near other Bryan graves.
A public memorial reads:
THIS MONUMENT WAS ERECTED by PUBLIC SUBSCRIPTION UNDER THE DIRECTION OF THE Mayor  and  Borough Council AS AN EXPRESSION of  Regret and Sympathy.

LOST CHILDREN
WILLIAM GRAHAM
AGED 6 YEARS
THOMAS GRAHAM
AGED 4 YEARS
ALFRED H. BURMAN
AGED 5 YEARS
WHO WANDERED FROM THEIR HOMES
at
TABLE HILL
on Sunday JUNE 30th 1867
AFTER INEFFECTUAL SEARCH THEIR REMAINS WERE FOUND BY ACCIDENT in A  HOLLOW TREE near Musk Creek ON SEPTEMBER 14th 1867 and AFTER A PUBLIC FUNERAL WERE HERE Deposited.

Joan Bradley is my first cousin, our mothers were sisters, and Joan turns 90 on 17th Sep ’19!

A bash to celebrate was held in the Deniliquin RSL Bowls Club rooms on Sat 14th Sep ’19, and just under 90 relatives were there to help her celebrate. They’d travelled from near and far to join in the celebration and the room was abuzz with joy and laughter as we all became re-acquainted. The food, decorations and bar was all catered for by Joan’s nearest and dearest, and yes indeed, “a great time was had by all”.

Joan has written a wonderful family history book, published by Deniliquin Newspapers Pty. Ltd., 230 Cressy St. Deniliquin, N. S. W., covering the life and times of both her paternal and maternal forebears and those of her husband, Michael Bradley. It’s a powerful read and I hope you find the opportunity to enjoy it’s merits as I have.

Joan’s grandson Nicholas Hingston has penned a song dedicated to Joan titled “Starry Eyed Station Girl”.  You can read the words to that song below or listen to it HERE.

Starry Eyed Station Girl

Out under the stars by a station hotel,

She’s trying to sleep but it’s hotter than hell.

For the heat of the day has remained through the night,

And it’s not long till morning’s first light.

Sleep little starry eyed station girl,

Let the stars be your blanket toniiiiight.

Sleep till the morning awakens the world

woahwoah…

Stoking a fire of peppercorn leaves,

Her dad watches over his young family.

For the billowing smoke keeps the mozzies at bay,

And he’ll keep the fire going till the light of the day.

Sleep little starry eyed station girl,

Let the stars be your blanket toniiiight.

Sleep till the morning awakens the world

woahwoah…

Stepping off the veranda her mum moves outside,

To check on her children and see how they bide.

And finding them troubled she sings them a tune,

A soft country ballad by the light of the moon.

Sleep little starry eyed station girl,

Let the stars be your blanket toniiiight.

Sleep till the morning awakens the world

woahwoah…

With no chance of rest as she lies in her bed,

Our station girl looks to the night sky instead.

And watches with wonder as the heavens go by,

With thoughts of tomorrow, she closes her eyes.

Sleep little starry eyed station girl,

Let the stars be your blanket toniiiight.

Sleep till the morning awakens the world

woahwoah…

Joan died quitely with family beside her in Deniliquin, N. S. W. on 31 Mar 2024.

A life well lived, a woman well loved.