About Moreleigh
BY the Existence of Me is that Existence I BE...
I AM Davis Leigh Morley, I love my name Leigh and try to use it mostleigh, but my name on the internet websites I subscribe to I have the user name of Moreleigh.
I AM also called different names by different groups of people in the different social groups I frequent,
Having been born and named by my parents Leigh Winston Davis doing all my school years with that name and my early adult years until I married and had children of my own and began doing my own family history trying with every way possible to find my dad's family which I believed was Davis and even engaging professional family historians but with no success, and having questioned my dad on numerous occasion.
Finally confronting my dad to disclose the truth of his family as no one knew anything about grand parents, uncles, aunties, cousins or any thing to do with the relatives of my dad. Thus all looking very mysterious so with great exertion by me he finally admitted the truths of his family and his past life as up to this time we all believed that he was born in south Melbourne when after discovering such I began linking this up with my fore fathers.
He also informed me that he was a step brother to the English actor Robert Morley, his father having had a relationship with a French woman while serving in the first world war in France. When it became known to my grand mother she migrated to Canada with an Aunt name Phoebe who was my dad's sister, but even my Grand fathers wives and marriages if they were married are very difficult to follow, and I have not been able to find any trace of my grandmother and aunt.
After my Grandmother left my grandfather with her daughter for Canada, my dad was left with his father's sister in Brighton to be raised.
But I changed my name by deed-poll and retaining Davis as a silent first name so that my children all being born under the name of Davis still had connection with my name and all my siblings still use the original name of Leigh Davis as well.
My dad's name was an alias James William Davis, he changed his name from James William Morley but not by deed-poll, after having his life threatened by some hostile men who accused him of having seduced their handicapped sister who became pregnant. He claims it was their uncle but I have my own suspicions about my dad's activities.
He came from England on a boat with a group of baptist youth to work on farms near Brisbane, he didn't pay for the passage but joined with the Baptist youth group when he heard they were going to Australia. He was christened by his parents a member of the Church of England.
He has now passed away on the 2nd of December, 2009 at 1.00am Brisbane, Eastern Australian standard time, his funeral was held on the 5th December 2009, and was buried at Chinchilla, Queensland Australia.
My mothers name was Stella (Jasch). My mother was of the reorganised church of Jesus Christ but before marriage began attending Presbyterian meetings. My parents were married in the Methodist church and sent us children to the Baptist Sunday School each Sunday.
I was born in the small city of Toowoomba in the State of Queensland one of the six states of Australia. I AM born of humble God fearing parents who honoured God during the time that they reared me on the farm at Crows Nest and while living in Toowoomba. I attended the North State School for my prep and years one and two then moved with my family to an eleven hundred acre property that was almost all green virgin scrub or what is called forest or bush land which was twelve miles from the nearest town of Wandoan and some three hundred and odd miles north-west of the city of Toowoomba.
I had two step sisters while living on the farm near Crows Nest and in the city of Toowoomba and both were married before we moved to Wandoan and they stayed and lived with their husbands in the city of Toowoomba and in the nearby area. I was told latter when abstracting from my dad the truth of his birth and his story that he had another son brother to my two step sisters who died shortly after birth.
My family I grew up with on that farm at Wandoan consisted of my mum and dad, an older brother two younger sisters and younger brother.
Myself and my siblings attended school at the Wandoan State School, and after finishing year eight I went to a boarding school in Toowoomba for two years as the Wandoan State School didn't accommodate years after eight.
While growing up at Wandoan my life was very busy and active with the work involved with the land during weekends and milking cows before and after school.
Wandoan was situated on the route used by the people of two communities Warrabinda and Sherberg that had been established by religious missions for the Indigenous aboriginal people of these areas for they were under government acts legislated to control and educate these people for integration into the colonial civilized white society.
During my visits to the town of Wandoan I would take great delightful interest in mixing with these people as I had never seen people of this colour and way of living before, as they would sit under a tree and talk and laugh some sleeping in the grass and children playing. I would sit with the older people and listen to their stories about the way they used to live and the way that they were forced to live then. I was completely intrigued and much of their stories are still retained by me today.
The treatment that they endured was very demoralizing and intimidating and created discrimination with its persecution, and for a people who once lived freely and could travel the land that provided their needs any where they had desire to travel, and could live and eat what ever they wanted to that roamed free as they did was to me a horrible thing to know. Now with restrictions and regulations I could feel the sorrow of their loss and captivity.
These special times in my life growing up there were to me of great value to my attitude toward authority and the controlling powers that such authority had. My desire to know my originality through God was a real desire which created many challenges for truth and that which was reality. From these ideas and the work I had to do was the foundation for my education and gave my character its shape.
We cleared enough land broadcasting natural grass seed so as for pastures to run a small dairy herd, but there were the times when we would travel the gravel covered road to the town for supplies and that was a special time for me, and Some Sundays I was able to encourage my dad to get enthused to take us to Church which days were usually most of the day spent in the town after the dairying was done and then milking the cows in the dark when we arrived home which my mother though detesting would still give in the next time the opportunity to go to town arrived.
After finishing school I worked on the family farm having been allocated two hundred acres to look after and cultivate for wheat producing and for some cattle also allocated to me. A great deal was cleared by hand and grassed for dairy cattle which we milked by hand until we could afford milking machinery, therefore I had earned what was allocated to me by the work I had done in my childhood and youth.
While I rested my land in the off season I worked as a farm hand on other properties that grew summer crops tractoring by ploughing, planting, and harvesting.
After three years myself and two other friends of mine left the area and traveled through the state working from town to town, until we arrived at the northern border of the state joining the Northern Territory where we were employed as stock men on a large cattle Station some eighteen hundred square mile of land. At this station there were aboriginal stock men employed to work the stock and I felt gratified to be among them, and although my two friends lasted only a short while on the that work and returned to the Gold Coast where they had come from, I on the other hand loved the responsibility having a number of horses allocated to work on.
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