G is for….Genealogy
Well, as readers of this blog will testify, G could not really be for anything else! It is a true passion,or obsession or perhaps both.
For a bit of fun I created the following using Wordle-Names.
G is for….Genealogy
Well, as readers of this blog will testify, G could not really be for anything else! It is a true passion,or obsession or perhaps both.
For a bit of fun I created the following using Wordle-Names.
Sometimes I can simply be overwhelmed with research. Which line do I pursue next? How do I focus on the line in hand rather than be distracted by a different line? Often I receive an email or a document which takes me off on the road of research and discovery then I receive another email or contact and that prompts me to perhaps look at that data so that I can answer the email. I then find that I get absorbed into that research that I take sometime before getting back to what I was originally researching. By the time I get back to the original material I have lost my thought process and need to review the data. Does that happen to you or am I just disorganised?
My plan for the last few years has been to get my house in order or to complete, no, start the process of genealogy housekeeping. I am shocking at filing the data back into the files. There are, so a former boss told me filers and pilers and I am a piler; and alas not an organised one!….and I have 25 years of genealogy notes to file. As the films say. I could be some time!
Each conversation with a relative, visit to the record office, note, thought, plan and tree drawn out whilst researching has been processed, file (or piled), stored and perhaps revisited and then stored somewhere in the depth of my study. I dread to think how much paper and ink or pencil lead that is. Of course the fundamental question is do I really need 6 copies of a record? Do I need every note book written since 1986?
Whats more frightening, is that 70% of the current paper & data mountain relates to my maternal genealogy, 10% relates to my Italian ancestry, 5% relates to my husband’s genealogy, 15% relates to my two one name studies and my one place study. I haven’t stopped researching yet, there are many, many more ancestors and records to read and research. Just where will it all end?
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Well, I am going to be busy tomorrow as that is the start of the 24 hour Read A Thon. I am already committed to several things on line & off line and plan to tie this event in with the Spring Reading Thing, which runs from 20th March through to 20th June.
I came across a posting on LucyBirdBooks Blog site. Like this blog writer, I visit fairly regular a particular weekly blog hop. It is book related and tends to be frequented by the same bloggers. Regardless of this, I still participate as it is interesting to answer the question that accompanies the blog hop and to see what others are reading.
LucyBirdBooks has come up with a fabulous idea – Out of the Comfort Zone Blog hop. Visit the page to sign up, but there are the rules, copied from the site: “When you add your link you must visit the two blogs above you, no matter who they are! You can visit other blogs too but should find you are looked at by the two blogs below you
-If you are in the top 2 this is a bit more difficult, just come back at a convenient time and start counting up with the list carrying on at the bottom (i.e. if you are at the top you visit the bottom 2 blogs, if you are second you visit the top and bottom blogs)
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Wake up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields
It is an incredibly moving poem and one of my favourites. To read about one of my ancestors who died in the Great War click HERE
E is for…..Easter
Easter is just around the corner, occurring in just two weeks. When I was a child, like with all Bank Holidays and Sundays the shops were closed and it was a time for families. Now off course we are more of a shopping culture and the television is full of DIY adverts and adverts for buying new settees from DFS and alike.
Over Easter we shall have some quiet family time, full of, hopefully some Sun and plenty of resting, conversation and reading. What do you have planned?
D is for……Discovery
We start the path to discovery as a young baby, crawling, walking, talking and touching. As we progress along the path life leads us, we continue that road of discovery. This posting is about my journey and the discoveries made at the end of the path.
I guess one of the biggest discoveries I have made is reading. With each book, from chick-lit to novel to historical or professional text they are all read and somewhere along the way there is a discovery.
My genealogical studies and research routinely yield a discovery. This is a recent one. The Military Service record for my Great Great Great Grandfather, George Ellis. George served in the 10th Light Dragoons or Hussars from 1797 – 1817. The discovery is not the record, although that is wonderful to see and I marvel that it has survived, it is the signature and the physical description of George that I think is a wonderful discovery.
Professionally I have continuing professional development, which is not only a professional requirement as a code of practice, but also a way of discovery. I was talking to a professional colleague recently, who announced that their recent discovery was they did not like doing the day job. They had just realised it, some 15 years after qualifying.
The expression of learning something new every day is very accurate and each of those new things is a discovery to be enjoyed.
I like clocks. There is quite a skill to making a timepiece. This clock is a real favourite of mine and has quite a story. We bought the clock new about 9 years ago from the department store Debenhams. We saw the clock in the Guildford store and I was smitten. We drove home, 200 miles and more than 3 hours of travelling. All I could think of was the clock and how wonderful it would look in our lounge, with the deep green marble surrounding the dial.
We rang our local store in Exeter. They did not have any stock and could not source any. Nor could they transfer it from Guildford. We rang Guildford. Did they still have it? They did and a week later we were making familiar drive up the A303 to Guildford to purchase the clock.
Frequent visitors to this blog, will possibly remember that I have a particular interest in the rural Surrey village of Puttenham where my ancestors have lived since 1724. As my interest steadily turned into an obsession, albeit, a healthy one! I came across a reference to a rather helpful 18th Century Curate called Charles Kerry. Kerry kept a series of papers called the Kerry Manuscripts and detailed the trivial information of the village. It is really fascinating to see the life of such a small village come alive on the pages.
Volume 4 of the manuscripts refers to a clock maker called Philip Avenell. A pedigree of the Avenell family which can trace back to the mid 1500s in Puttenham is HERE
Incidentally, the Mr Budd referred to on the above page is an ancestor of mine and alas the clock has not passed down through the family nor have I managed to locate one, but one would be a lovely acquisition to our home.
Just what does all this genealogy mean? Over the last 25 days or so I have written about various lines of my ancestry. Along that writing journey I have pondered upon other considerations and questions and like with all genealogy with each answer that we establish we create more questions.
Both my Mum’s parents had family deep within the infrastructure of the South East of England, all within the Counties of Surrey, Sussex and Hampshire. Quite literally where the boundaries of those three Counties meet. I always knew that, from the early days of my research. I also knew that several family members married their Cousins and I accepted the fact that rural communities would of mean that men and women from those communities would perhaps meet through a family connection and subsequently marry. Given that so much of ancestry is contained within a small geographical area I was not surprised to see some surnames appearing more than once on my family tree.
What has surprised me is just how much name repetition has occurred. In some cases there has been a proven connection between the genealogical lines and not in others. Also the amount of family relations marrying has surprised. None so than that of my own Grandparents. A fact that I am fairly sure they did not know in their lifetime and how I wish I could ask them now just what they think of it.
After 20 odd years of researching I still feel real amazement and a buzz at what I can unearth and just what data has survived the test of time. I am also astounded at the twists and turns of my ancestry, the migration from parts of the South East to the colonials – Canada and Australia.
All these names that appear in my ancestry are more than that. They are the foundations of my history each with a set of dates as a basic framework with the added details that bring those ancestors to life. Each of those individuals would have experienced every emotion that we experience. The families that migrated would have experienced a grief of missing a relative, migrated to a better life with virtually no hope of returning home. A new life that was hopefully a better life, away from all that was familiar and reassuring to a life of chance, unfamiliar and potentially dangerous.
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Not long after we moved in together I purchased a very plain notebook from the newsagents opposite the supermarket in Sutton where we lived at the time. The notebook was to use for the recipes and cooking notes I had scattered about the kitchen.

That was in 1993 and since then I have added to the collection – those cut out of the newspaper, those that have been scribbled on a note paper by former colleagues and one or two from My Mum. In addition to recipes that I have stumbled across along the way.
The notebook is very functional, there are pencil crossings as I have added ingredients to a dish when making it. I have also added each year a note about when & where I have bought the Turkey for Christmas, how many it was feeding and the price. Now, just why I do that I have no idea, even my own Mum thinks its a bit obsessive as she doesn’t do it.