Hi Lu,
Hard to know - it's touch and go! That is, whether the electoral roll person was John/Thomas b England 1839, or the very young (but, who knows, possibly just 21 - which, yes, I'd assume to be the voting age though I don't know) Thomas b NZ whenever. Hey, NZ and South Australia were the earliest places with the vote for women ... I'd love to sit down with you and go through the electoral rolls

And I'm shaking my fist at all the RICHINGSs (and MORININIs etc) sitting up on those clouds laughing at us ...
Occupations seem to be useless! All of them seem to have been butchers at one stage. Even in England they might have started out as butchers and then turned into farmers - as some of them obviously did. A natural progression! I'm a many generation Aussie but lived in England for a couple of years - our local butcher (a very superior chap) described himself as a "Butcher and Grazier".
I feel sure (

) it will all work out in the end

I'm off to continue watering the garden - currently allowed for 3 hours only once a week; morning or evening on Sunday for even-numbered houses, Saturday for odd-numbered houses.
JAP
PS: Stephanie/Kea, I hate to say that I tried all the 'residents' of the graves/plots and didn't see Lily OATES. Hmmm - back to square one ...
PPS (later): Couldn't find the torch. Went out anyway and there were very strange noises. Thought it was probably native possums (feral Ozzie possums are pests in NZ - here our dear pretty native possums live in inner city gardens (they love eating rose petals) but admittedly do make very strange coughing, growling, etc noises - and are hated by many because they climb into rooves and nest there; I've had possums living in my roof and pee-ing down onto my grand piano!). I made a lot of noise in case it wasn't possums but whatever it was didn't go away. I now realize it was probably my neighbour watering
his garden

I've found the torch and am about to go back out ...