Arthur was born at Mannanarie on 18 November, 1879, just over 3 months after his grandfather Richard died at Kenton Valley. Nothing is known of his schooling and only one tale can be related about his childhood. As a boy Arthur knocked out one of his teeth. His mother Sarah immediately pushed it firmly back in his gum - the tooth was still there in his 92nd year! In the early years of this century, as Arthur and his brothers grew into their twenties and thirties, it soon became apparent that the farm at Gawler was too small for them all to be living on. Friction between the men resulted in Arthur, and possibly Edmund as well, striking out on their own.

Arthur went over to the Cleve district on Eyre Peninsula in 1909. Here his Pearce relations lived - a Mrs Harold Pearce was a sister of Sarah - and Arthur stayed in the district to the day he died. in those days, the land open for selection was cheap because little of it was cleared. it could be bought by Covenant of Purchase or on Perpetual Lease at only a few pounds per year. He selected land on Section 48 in the Hundred of Roberts, 20 miles from Arno Bay in a north westerly direction and 7 miles from Cleve, with a boundary on the Cleve - Verran road. In 1909 the farm land was only scrub with survey pegs around its perimeter. For a few years there were no fences, because Arthur could not afford to erect them. Only after his first couple of seasons when he could use his crop money to build his fences, did Arthur manage to fence off his land. In the meantime, a neighbour’s stock were quite free to wander over his land unimpeded. One of Arthur’s best crops was lost when sheep from a neighbouring farm trampled it into the ground.

He carried his produce to and from Arno Bay until 1913, when the railway was built through Verran. Then he carted his grain too and superphosphate from the Verran siding. Many of his former neighbours remember Arthur’s small trolley and his two horses, which could carry 25 bags of wheat in a load. When more bags had to be carted he added another two horses. His old friends remember the pride Arthur took in his horse team. In December, 1935, he sold his farm, at a time when land prices were very depressed in the district. Had he waited a few more years, it is said, he could have retired considerably better off. He continued to live in a wood and iron hut on the property, after he sold the farm to Mr Roy Elson. He came into Cleve by horse and spring cart - he never owned a car - and later rode a push-bike.

Arthur never married. He corresponded regularly with his mother Sarah at Gawler, and his friends have said that the friction between Arthur and his brothers, while of concern to their mother, never decreased Sarah’s affection for her son at Cleve. Later Arthur lived in a room behind a small shop in Cleve, next to the Billiard saloon which was owned by a friend of his. He sat and passed many an hour with his friend, seated on a bench outside the saloon, which became a gathering place for exchanging the latest news. It seems that ‘Sandy’, as he became known, was an excellent billiard and snooker player. Always an independent man, he did not retire after leaving the farm. He was known as a handyman in Cleve, being able to put his hand to anything that needed doing. He was caretaker of the street gardens in the town, dug the graves at the cemetery, and was especially good at fixing the knotters on the old binders of his day. He repaired everything from windmills and bicycles to sharpening knives and scissors. It is not surprising that many people remembered him, and with affection!

November of 1954 Arthur went to live at Rudall with his very good friends Mr Harrold Zwar and his wife. He had lived frugally on his money until that ran out - only then did he for the aged pension. He still went into Cleve once a fortnight. Eventually, when his age prevented him from looking after himself, Arthur went into the hospital at Cleve, where he stayed for a good while until his death. He died on 10 August, 1971, one of the longest living of Fiichard and Elizabeth’s grandchildren, at the aqe of nearly 92 years. (Two of his cousins lived into their nineties – Hurtle Sandercock at Broken Hill and Hilda Bray, nee Cossey, at Coburg, Victoria.) He was buried at the Cleve cemetery on 13 August, after his coffin had been graced with a wreath of wildflowers made by one of his old friends, Mrs Mason. He is remembered as an honest, helpful and friendly man - ‘a real gentleman’.