Summary
Personal Information
Transportation
Charles Tranter was transported on the Dick, departing 2nd Oct 1820 and arriving 12th Mar 1821 with 141 passengers.
Dick (generic)References
| Primary Source | Australian Joint Copying Project. Microfilm Roll 88, Class and Piece Number HO11/3, Page Number 403 (203) |
| Source Description | This record is one of the entries in the British convict transportation registers 1787-1867 database compiled by State Library of Queensland from British Home Office (HO) records which are available on microfilm as part of the Australian Joint Copying Pro |
| Original Source | Great Britain. Home Office |
| Compiled By | State Library of Queensland |
| Database Source | British convict transportation registers 1787-1867 database |
Claims
"Charles Tranter is my 4x great grandfather. I am descended from him, via his son William."
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Convict Notes
A Letter to Charles Tranter (alias Robinson) Dear Charles, You do not know me, and yet I know you. I know you were born around 1778 in Worcestershire. I know you made a life in Belper. I know you married Mary and became a father. I know you buried two daughters — Hannah and Eliza — in 1815. I know that in July 1820, while your newborn son James was only days old, your world changed. I know you stood in Derby and heard the sentence — seven years transportation. I know you were taken from your family. I know you were sent to the Justitia at Woolwich. I know you boarded the Dick in September 1820. I know the ship was at Sheerness, then Falmouth. And I believe that when the coast of England disappeared from view, something inside you broke. On 6 November 1820, the surgeon wrote “general debility” and “loss of appetite.” But I know that sometimes the body carries what the heart cannot. I want you to know this: Your sons survived. Solomon. William. John. James — the baby who never knew your voice. They lived. Your line continued. You were not erased. You were not forgotten. Two centuries later, someone is reading your trial, tracing your ship, finding your illness in a surgeon’s journal, and trying to understand what it felt like to leave Falmouth forever. You mattered. Your life was more than a sentence in a ledger. And wherever you found yourself in that vast ocean in November 1820, weak and grieving — you endured. Because I am here. With respect, A descendant who remembers you