Georgiana's parents: Rev. George Macdonald and Hannah Jones
Georgiana Macdonald was of Scotch-Irish descent born of true Celtic blood; one of eleven children born to Rev. George Macdonald and Hannah Jones. Bear in mind Georgiana’s father is not the author and illustrator George Macdonald. George Macdonald became a member of The Methodist Society at the age of seventeen during the year 1823 throughout Hammersmith Circuit at Brentford, Twickenham, Richmond, Isleworth, Harrow and Hounslow in London, England. His father James Macdonald, a reverend himself gave his son the following advice, “Whenever you begin to preach you will need all the courage you can muster…Accustom yourself to speak with ease and propriety in private, and it will become habitual to you to do so in public.”
Georgiana’s mother, Hannah Jones was George’s second wife and is described by her sister Edith as being, “of fair complexion and colour as her father. Her temperament was reserved and very sensitive to both pain and beauty. Her character was high-minded and honourable, brave, physically and morally deeply religious if rather sadly so having sensitive nerves. She was steadfast in her affections and tenderly kind and helpful to all around her.” Now, this sounds an awfully lot like her daughter Georgiana to me! George and Hannah were married on May 2, 1833, at Manchester’s Collegiate Church. She wore a Brussels lace veil over a Quaker-like grey satin bonnet.
Hannah also recorded an interesting conversation between her three daughters, “Carrie: What is marrying? Georgie replied, “It is staying at home.” Carrie replied, “No, it is going out to breakfast and getting a husband.” Alice said, “No, it is not that for papa is married and has no husband, nor ever had.” Then Georgie ended the conversation with her sisters, “Well, I’ll do so; I’ll have a husband mytelp.” Carrie/Caroline was six years old, Alice was seven years old, and little Georgie/Georgiana was four years old.
Georgie’s brother Fred described her best in his memoir, “Georgie was small-she was in fact very small indeed; all of them were small with dainty little hands and feet, rosy complexion, abundant hair, brown with bronze lights in it, and glorious dark-blue eyes. In that little frame, dwelt a noble spirit, ever reverencing the highest and seeking the beautiful. She seemed immune by nature from any small aims or self-conceit. She had not her sister’s readiness of faculty in all directions, but a capacity and taste for study unknown to her. She possessed a fine soprano voice, not light and flexible, but powerful and sweet. She had considerable natural gifts for drawing, but being thrown among artists of genius discouraged her from continuing to cultivate this gift. She shared with the rest of the family a keen sense of humour, sometimes rising to wit.”