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That looks like the only North Island Neil Shaw death of the right sort of age that Ancestry is coming up with, for electoral rolls and cemetery records.. There is a marriage of Neil Shaw in 1903 of Neil Shaw and Lucy Wray. There are a couple of other Neil Shaw married between 1860 and the early 1900's one in the South Island and from the newspaper report they seem to be a younger couple, and the other was a Neil McNeil Shaw married Agnes Dickson in 1880, he appears to have died in Victoria Australia, in 1932. He was a sawmiller and there are newspaper reports of a Neil Shaw involved in logging in the Dunedin area in the late 1870/80s. So he may be possible.
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I was hoping to find the death of my gt gt uncle James Broad, who emigrated to NZ in 1877. The only death is 1898 and it can't be my chap as he is mentioned as a legatee when his sister Mary died in 1925.
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There is a James Broad mentioned here http://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi...2james+broad-- Reading some other newspaper reports, I suspect that this is the one who died in 1898. Just to show that not everything is listed, here is a report of the death of a James Broad in 1908 http://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/cgi...2james+broad-- This one does not appear on electoral rolls. I have searched the Terrace End cemetery database as that is where the report says his funeral was, and he does not appear to be buried there.
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