11 November 2014
31 October 2014
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16 October 2014
It was a moving and magnificent sight, made all the more so because of the sheer number of people looking.....
5 September 2014
We did get out a bit - a trip to the seaside (sea was nice and warm but the beach was so windy that I've only just got rid of the sand in my teeth and boots) and also to Peebles, which I love.
Also saw some more War memorials, which I continue to photograph:
16 August 2014
However, it was worth it for the item which awaited me (once they'd found it) and the surprise package (scuse the pun) which I found on the wall:
5 August 2014
27 July 2014
5 July 2014
1 June 2014
So now the holiday is over it's back to the genealogy..... and I'm still going through my data to find the missing sources.
My surname of choice today was Branson..... and I was going to make a gag about being in a pickle.
New thing, though, is that I'm doing this on the phone. Let's see what this app is like.....
23 May 2014
The rain came and went so sometimes I could see the St Lawrence river and sometimes I couldn't.......
The other predominant memory I have of the city is that it's pretty steep! Very French, as it's the capital of Quebec province, which some great buildings:-
And then, in a De Havilland Dash-8 plane, I flew back to Montreal as part of my flight to Halifax:-
And very cosy it was too!! Two short flights and I made it to the East coast and the Atlantic ocean at Halifax, Nova Scotia. In the 19th century it was the major British Naval port in North America, until the Navy moved to Bermuda, and today it is a Canadian Navy base. Home to many of the Atlantic Convoys in World War Two, it has a very good Maritime Museum. There's also a graveyard dedicated to victims of the Titanic and, more cheerfully, it has "Pier 21" which is the old immigration shed for people arriving in Canada in the early 20th century. Gotta like it, because there's also an Archives office there! Alas, I don't have any ancestors who passed through Halifax at the time but it would be a godsend for anyone who has!!!!
A couple of days in Halifax and, having completed my Coast-to-Coast trip, it was time to board the red-eye flight (2345 from Halifax) to return to dear old Blighty.
Fabulous trip and I shall start saving for a return journey!!
18 May 2014
13 May 2014
12 May 2014
I left Vancouver on The Canadian train which took me, in four days, across the country to Toronto. Through the Rockies, over the prairies and through verdant, fertile Ontario. Cloud in the mountains meant that the views were too lacking in contrast for any decent photographs but there were some stunning views.
The prairies, really the bread-basket of the country were vast; coming from our small island, I'm still struggling with the vastness of this astonishing country. Until we turned south towards Toronto and Lake Ontario there was snow and ice on every river and lake we saw, to remind us of the harsh winter they endured here.
Although the journey by train was relaxing and enjoyable, the majority of the line is single-track and we had to keep moving onto the sidings to let the freight trains past. There were a lot of these going to the port at Vancouver and they were spectacularly long - I counted 99 wagons on one! These delays added ten hours to our trip and rather took the edge off it.
After getting off at Toronto, I went down to Hamilton to stay with a friend who I originally made contact with though our shared family history (I knew I could get genealogy in this post somehow!). She took me out and about, most memorably to Niagara (photo below, hopefully). A few days with her and now I'm in Ottawa, prior to moving on to Montreal in the morning.
2 May 2014
Having arrived in Vancouver on Wednesday after a ten-hour flight, and with an eight-hour time difference, I'm beginning to feel somewhat jet-lagged - particularly as I didn't sleep much last night - so my powers of observation are fading slightly and I shall content myself with whiling away the time on this entry and then, quite frankly, trying to stay awake.
Having been blessed with a couple of days of beautiful weather, and a nephew who works well as a tour-guide, I've seen a fair bit of the city. I also took a two-hour Trolley Bus tour yesterday afternoon which just hinted at the attractions of the place. I'm not normally a fan of high buildings but Vancouver has many of them ..... the streets are so wide, though, that there's no feeling of being crowded.
Although not a great fan of heights, I went up the Lookout Tower this morning. Can't say I enjoyed the elevator (40 seconds in a glass-doored lift) but it was worth it for the stunning views at the top.
All for now; photos next time. Shall now be working my way east across the country towards the atlantic.
20 April 2014
Aliases again, to protect the "innocent"...... Way back in the 1840s John stole two bushels of wheat (presumably to feed his family) and, having been apprehended by the long arm of the law, was duly transported for fifteen years.
Ann, his wife, stayed in the village with their five children and appears in the 1851 census with the notation "husband transported".... oh, and with a lodger called John. By 1861 she's lost the "husband transported" tag. And still has a lodger called John. The same John, by the way. In 1863, dear reader, she married the lodger. And wouldn't it be nice to think they lived happily ever after.....?
In 1869 Ann's youngest daughter, Hannah, has a daughter and moves away to deepest Lancashire with her. And then she marries a chap called John who, coincidentally, has the same surname as her mother's erstwhile lodger.
I didn't really connect the two until I entered a newspaper cutting about Ann & John this morning and then thought...."she didn't, surely?".
Oh dear, reader, I do believe she did. Lodger John, and husband to mother & daughter, does rather seem to be the same person; same age, same place of birth (small village). Further investigations are required, if only to dispel the mild feeling of queasiness....
9 April 2014
Fred & Ginger, the parents, are not yet married. Ginger is still married to Mr Bloggs but has left him to live with Fred. Divorce proceedings, citing Fred, have not yet been started by Mr Bloggs.
Child One is born to Fred & Ginger and is given three Christian names, the last of which is his mother's maiden name, and Fred's surname.
Child Two, born 18 months later and still before Ginger's divorce, is also given three Christian names. This time, the third one is his father's surname. Child Two's own surname is his mother's current (i.e. married) surname.
Whilst Child Two's name certainly explains why it took me so long to find him, I am curious as to why he didn't get his father's surname. The only possible reason that I can come up with is that Ginger registered his birth and could only prove her own surname, not Fred's.
Pointless speculation, I know, but........
8 April 2014
The bus station, you see, is on the site of the old cattle market and, from there, you can see the buildings which replaced my great-great grandfather's forge. So I strode out, in the rain and before I even had a cup of coffee, to check the view from the other side.
The resulting photos are below. I realise that this might not be terribly exciting but it was rather a "eureka moment" for me..... :-D
29 March 2014
23 February 2014
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2 February 2014
..... But I've just been looking at the WW2 Civilian Deaths Index on Ancestry and found a couple who died in the Blitz.
Nothing unusual in that, sadly, but I then discovered they had four daughters aged between fifteen and none, and now I'm wondering where they were at the time.
Charles Saunders, his wife Louisa (nee Culpin) and her sister Lillian, died at the Saunders home, Prospect Terrace, St Pancras in October 1940. No mention is made of their four daughters.
And, just to make it even more intriguing, Louisa died three days after the others. This, presumably, is why the Probate Index shows her as a widow.
I shall keep looking for the girls.