John Alexander Holland (1870–1939)

JOHN ALEXANDER HOLLAND was the son of Parramatta publicans JOHN ‘JACK’ HOLLAND and HARRIET HOLLAND. His father had arrived in the colony as a convict, whilst his mother arrived as a free immigrant.

Burial Location

  • Section 1, Row A, No. 15, St. John’s Cemetery, Parramatta
  • Relationships

    • Son of JOHN HOLLAND
    • Son of HARRIET HOLLAND
    • Grandson of JOHN WATSON
    • Grandson of SARAH WATSON
    • Grandson of STEPHEN CATT
    • Grandson of ELIZABETH CATT
    • Half-brother of ELLEN WATSON HOLDEN
    • Brother of JOHN HENRY HOLLAND
    • Brother of HARRIET HOLLAND (‘HARLEY’)
    • Brother of EDITH EMMA HOLLAND (‘EDIE’)
    • Husband of EVELYN GERTRUDE HOLLAND (née EVELYN GERTRUDE HARRISON)
    • Father of JOHN WATSON HOLLAND (‘JACK’)
    • Father of ARCHIBALD EUGENE HOLLAND (‘ARCHIE’)
    • Father of PHYLLIS ALEXANDRA HOLLAND
    • Father of CYRIL BERESFORD HOLLAND
    • Father of BRENDA ANTOINETTE HOLLAND
    • Father of MONA ELAINE HOLLAND
    • Father of ZENA ESTELLE HOLLAND
    • Father of ALEXANDER G HOLLAND

    Related Material

    THE HOLLANDS: GUNS ‘N’ TUBEROSES

    By Michaela Ann Cameron

    Abstract: Jack was very in tune with nature. He had seven stars, a sun, a half moon & a flowerpot tattooed on the inside of his arm from his younger days, woke with the birds, took his morning’s walk to Camellia to admire the camellias of Sir William Macarthur’s former gardener & nurseryman, & lovingly tended a few ‘pet plants’ of his own. But every man has his limits. Jack was not a cat person. Indeed, his extreme devotion to his greenery was precisely what precluded even so much as a begrudging acceptance that he must coexist with felinity, all because the neighbouring cats had a terrible habit of scratching up his blooming beauties. One morning, around seven o’clock, Jack found one of his tuberoses ‘smashed.’ ‘There he stood at [his] front door’ of The Star Inn, ‘with the broken flower in one hand, & a double-barrelled gun in the other,’ showing a friend his ‘broken treasure’ & ‘vowing vengeance on the tomcat that had wrought the mischief.’ Spying at that very moment ‘the delinquent cat—or a cat’—Jack took off after it, aimed, & “Bang!”: he blew that cat right out of existence. It was not the first time the Parramatta publican of The Star Inn had shown such extreme inconsistency in his regard for living things. In fact, you could say John ‘Jack’ Holland had more or less lived his whole life with a flower in one hand, & a shotgun in the other. Read more>>

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    # Born in colony

    # The Star Inn

    # Burial year: 1939

    # Grave: marked