Annie Tom

 BORN 29 February 1840 at Springfield, NSW.

NSW Birth Record V1840148 54/1840.

 DIED 10 December 1872 in Hathrop, NSW.  Link 

NSW Prob Death Record 3177/1872.

 FATHER William Tom (1791-1883)
 MOTHER Ann Lane (1796-1870)
 MARRIED Gustavus Richard Glasson (1839-1894) on 19 June 1862 at Springfield, NSW.  Link 

NSW Marriage Record V1854371 2628/1862.

 CHILDREN   Ann Olga Hamline Glasson (1865-1924)
Edmund Cecil Glasson (1867-1923)
Richard Gustavus William Leonard Glasson (1869-1957)

At the little cemetery at Byng, stands a headstone with the words:
Sacred to the Memory of Annie…
The beloved wife of Gustavus Richard Glasson.
Who after patiently enduring great suffering for several years
Fell asleep in Jesus
10th Dec 1872
The suffering was due to a stomach tumor and the treatment entailed a painful weekly horse and buggy ride to a Doctor in Blayney and back, a round trip of about 50km on rough roads. The inscription can only suggest the anxiety she must have felt for the future of her three young children and her husband of just a few short years.


Mrs. G. R. Glasson, daughter of the late Mr. Tom, went to her rest, after many years of severe trial and suffering from a tumour. Her life was truly that of a brave soldier, for in her greatest trials her spirit never flagged, and the patience she exhibited during the severe operations performed by several medical men astonished them all.
      — The Land

Grandfather’s daughters all married young. Emma and Selina married two brothers, Edward and Thomas Webb. Mary married John Smith of Gamboola; Helen, George Tempest; Annie, Gustavus Glasson. They were dear women, great home lovers, fond of children and were very hospitable. Selina and Annie were very pretty, and the latter was full of fun and mischief, a real Australian girl. Once when ordered to return thanks at her boarding school, she did in the following manner — All we had was very rough, very hard and very tough, but thank the Lord, we had enough.

— Nephew Jim Tom

The month after Annie died, her bereaved husband wrote:


I am all alone in my quiet room
And the hours are flying fast
My soul, with a listless aching sigh
Goes back to the misty past.
It dwells on the days when hope was young,
When my heart beat fresh and free;
When it throbbed for a fond and trusting one,
Heaven’s choicest gift to me.
She was all holy and innocent,
Her fringed eyes lustrous hue
Shone out from the depths of a loving heart,
All gentle and kind and true.
E’en now when the azure skies are bright
And the night orbs glisten fair,
My longing eyes look up to them
And I see her spirit there.
I see her still, as she used to sit
By the brooklet’s pebbly brink.
When our hearts were one and our souls were one
In many a golden link.
Oh the flowers smiled as they bathed their cheeks
In the depths of the crystal stream;
The flowers are pale and to me is left
But the shadow of a dream.
She has gone for aye — her ringing laugh
Is hushed in silence deep;
She sleepeth in the shadowy land
While I remain to weep.
And now when the stars come out at night
To gaze on the sleeping sea;
I close my eyes and I dream of her,
Alas, will she dream of me?
Will she dream of me? The saintly sweep
Of her raiment pure and white
Is beyond the confines of this clay
That chains me to earth and night.
But this threadbare garment will soon wear out
And this spirit will clave the air
Ane we’ll mingle and live our loves again,
In a vortex of glory there.

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