52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Wk 9 – Sounds

Week 9: Sounds.Describe any sounds that take you back to your childhood. These could be familiar songs, jingles, children playing, or something entirely different.
This challenge runs from Saturday, February 26, 2011 through Friday, March 4, 2011.
This week’s prompt is a tricky one. I can remember a song which started with what I thought was particularly eerie sound. I hated it, so much so that Mum would have to turn the radio off. It is funny, because you often hear songs from the 60s and 70s played on the radio now, but I don’t recall hearing this particular one often. I don’t even know what it is called, and will ring Mum to find out!
Well I did ring Mum to find out and a week later we still don’t know what the song was called. It had a very eerie, wind sound and I recall feeling the goosebumps up my back!

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Fearless Females – Day 4

March 4 — Do you have marriage records for your grandparents or great-grandparents? Write a post about where they were married and when. Any family stories about the wedding day? Post a photo too if you have one.


I do have the marriage certificate of my Grandparents, but sadly there are no photographs.

Instead I thought I would post a copy of the marriage certificate for my Great x 4 Grandparents Richard Budd to Sarah Kemp. The marriage took place in Stoke next Guildford parish which is about 6 miles from Puttenham, which is the parish that Richard Budd came from. The marriage date was 21st July 1796.
BuddKemp
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Weekend Cooking – Memories of a snake!….

Recently, over on Dizzy C Book Blog the question was posed, of what was the strangest thing we had eaten. My comment post was snake and I promised a post about it.

On the way back from Australia I stopped off in Singapore and met up with a friend. We ate in a variety of places and one night decided to eat in a rather packed restaurant, coming to the conclusion that it was popular with the locals.
We were directed to a table, and sharing with a group of Australian and New Zealanders. After the introductions, we ordered drinks and pondered where the menu was. After a short while the drinks arrived and then a waiter clutching a wicker basket. Initially we assumed it contained bread and I remember think that I was getting hungry!
We were directed to chose from the wicker basket, the basket came nearer and then I could see the basket did not contain bread rolls, but live snakes. Oh -my -word! The men of the table selected their chosen snake and a rather pale Australian women and myself said nothing and shook our heads. I asked my companion if we should leave, but he seemed keen to complete the experience. After a short while the wicker basket came back and so did the chef, clutching a rather sharp knife.
With a very swift movement the head was off the snake as was the skin. The skin slithered across the floor and the remains of the snake was taken to the kitchen area to be cooked and prepared. The locals clapped, as did some of the tourists. I sat in complete horror. Simply willing the rest of the evening away.
After a time the floor was cleared ready for the next load of snakes presumably and dinner was served. Mine was presented to me on a bed of rice. I managed a small mouthful of the rice and snake and will say never, never again. It, was like the whole year I was away an experience. One that I will never forget and will treasure forever, although clearly there are some things that I would never repeat.
The next day we headed across to Tiomen, which is a beautiful Malaysian Island and was the feature of my Silent Sunday post last week. The island was truly magical and I have always wanted to return, but fear that if I do the magical feel of it will have left through the test of time.
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52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Wk 10 – Disasters

Week 10: Disasters. Did you experience any natural disasters in your lifetime?
Tell us about them. If not, then discuss these events that happened to parents, grandparents or others in your family.
This challenge runs from Saturday March 5 through until Friday 12 March 2011

In the grand scheme of things disaster means different things to different people. The recent floods, cyclones in Australia, the dreadful bush fires of previous years in Australia and of course the very recent earthquake in New Zealand.

I have been lucky, I have not been really affected by any of those recent disasters, although I do have family in Australia they were not affected by the floods, by their homes and lives threatened.

In September 1968 the River Wey in Guildford burst its banks. Mum says they heard a noise one Sunday evening and she went to the door to look out. She told her Dad there was water in the road, and the response was, as one might expect, “Don’t be ridiculous!” My Grandfather then went to the back door and sure enough the water was just coming in the door.

The family then worked steadily trying to get what they could upstairs, but essentially it was really too late for some items. On the Monday morning, Mum and her Dad went into Guildford to get some wellington boots, by that point it was impassible in some parts of town, but they did get the wellingtons and some bread and other essentials. By Lunchtime on Monday the water was well and truly inside the properties and the lower section of Guildford closed off, and the water continued to rise rapidly.

There was at the time an Army barracks in Guildford and they helped to evacuate those worse affected. My Grandparents elected to stay in their home. By Tuesday morning the water had all gone, but a dreadful smell and clean up now existed.

My Mum at the time worked at the department store in Guildford, Plummer Rodis, which was situated also along the banks of the River and the store was also flooded. Mum recalls the Managing Director, a Mr Brown, coming to talk to the staff, thanking them for all their hard work during, what would have been a challenging clean up operation and costly to the business, regardless, as a way of thanking the staff he paid them all an extra week’s wages. A far cry from working for a large business today.

Mum always says that my Grandmother was totally oblivious. On the Monday evening, Gran said she felt like a cup of tea. Anyway, Gran toddled off downstairs and it was a few minutes before my Grandfather realised that she had gone downstairs. They heard a small bang then a bit of an expletive and then eventually Gran came back up the stairs with a teapot and a set of cups and saucers. She had turned the gas on and made the tea, completely oblivious that she could have completely blown the house to pieces.

When I asked how high the water had come into the house, the response was the water had started to climb the stairs and had made it past the first three. It might have been a dreadful experience, but not totally unexpected given how close the house was to the river. The reason for the flood, was not due to excessive rain. but there was a problems with the locks which controlled the volume of water.


This photo was taken by Allen Edwards, whose mother in law lived across the road from my Grandparents. I have looked at this photograph lots of times as it shows the house,the first on the right where my Grandparents lived, but it was only today, when I was adding it to this post that I realised that the top window is open and has my Grandparents looking out and the bottom window has my Mum peeping outside.
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Fearless Females – Day 5

March 5 — How did they meet? You’ve documented marriages, now, go back a bit. Do you know the story of how your parents met? Your grandparents?


My Grandparents met through, I think my Grandmother’s brother. Her brothers used to have a tipple in the public house at Guildford called The Plough which was situated on Park Street, which is the same public house my Grandfather’s & his brothers used. Location wise it would have been I think the closest pub to Manor Farm where my Grandfather & his brothers lived and to my Grandmother’s family who lived near the railway station where they worked at the coal yards situated at the back of the train station owned by the Franks family.

My Grandmother’s brother Ernest married my Grandfather’s sister Margery and my Grandfather married my Grandmother in November 1939.

I remember, asking my Grandmother once if is was just the men who went to the pubs. She said that her and Marge used to go to Henekey’s at Guildford sometimes in the afternoons and have a port and lemon and stand in the rear garden and chat and were not encouraged to go in! I remember being very surprised because I do not recall my Grandmother really having a drink, apart from the odd sherry. I think we see our Grandparents as just that, and forget that behind the fact of being someone’s wife, mother, grandmother they are people, and in my Grandmother’s case perhaps with a hint of rebel!
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NaBloPoMo – Day 5 – Association

Isn’t it funny how something you see, hear, smell can be associated with a memory or a thought? The human brain is complex and I guess that this is one of those complexities.

Yesterday I read on a blog that, they had smelt the beautiful aroma of a flower. The flower in question was the Freesia’s. For me the sight or smell of Freesia’s always reminds me of my late Aunt. She always loved the pink and yellow ones.
As a child I remember visiting another of my Aunt’s she would always, without exception, as we left had my Grandmother half a dozen eggs and a Toblerone for me. My Gran would always say “Now, Rose, you know you shouldn’t” but Aunt would have none of it and insist we left with the eggs. Just how that little tradition started I have no idea.
Anyway, doing my shopping recently I wandered up the sweet isle and there looking at me, above the fun size mars bars that I usually put into Stuart’s lunch box as a treat was a Toblerone. I immediately thought of my Aunt. I am guessing that Aunt’s grandchildren liked them and she always kept a few in for junior visitors too! Anyway, I bought the Toblerone and consumed most of while writing a blog post later than evening. It looked and tasted just the same as it had one 30 odd years ago!
Happy Memories!
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Book Blogger Hop – Book Villian

From the Crazy-For-Books web page “the Book Blogger Hop is a place just for book blogger and readers to connect and share our love of the written word! This weekly BOOK PARTY is an awesome opportunity for book blogger to connect with other book lovers, make new friends, support each other, and generally just share our love of books! It will also give blog readers a chance to find other book blogs to read! So, grab the logo, post about the Hop on your blog, and start HOPPING through the list of blogs that are posted in the Linky list below!!


The Hop lasts Friday-Monday every week, so if you don’t have time to Hop today, come back later and join the fun! This is a weekly event! And stop back throughout the weekend to see all the new blogs that are added!


There are a few rules!
1. Enter your blog address at the linky list on the Crazy-For-Books website
2. Post about the hop on your blog & answer the question on the Crazy-For-Books website

3. Visit other blogs in the linky list

This weeks question is:


“Who’s your all-time favorite book villain?”

I can’t recall a book villain who turns up repeatedly. So, I shall cover my favourite detectives (hope that is okay!). I love the televised Miss Marple, Poirot, Frost and Midsomer Murders. I also like the James Patterson series involving Lindsay Boxer.

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NaBloPoMo – Day 4 – Weekend

I like the weekend, and especially the last few. That is because I have not had to work! In my last job I found that working an extra 4 hours on a Saturday a pain when I had already worked 40+ hours during the week. By the time I got home and unwound it was Saturday night, then I had Sunday at home or doing whatever needed doing then it was back to work. In an environment that I found stressful.

Since, starting my new job I appear to have blogged more, read more and slept more. All three things I had lacked in the past two years.
So, I am working today, then having lunch with a friend and former colleague, with plans for getting some project work that I have done over the last month proof read and posted to blog. I also have a piece of written work that I need to print, and get ready in its folder for the day job which will take about 40 minutes and I have a rather large pile of papers in the study which needs a serious overhaul and an appointment with the hairdressers!
That might not sound particularly inspiring, but believe me, I am more rested now than I have been in the previous two years!
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She Writes Blogger Ball Redux

She Writes
Blogging about Books and Writing Group Ball
Thursday 3rd – Sunday 6 March 2011

Over at She Writes, Meg who hosts the 1st Books blog thought it would be great to host an online Ball as a get to know you event – great idea! So here’s the deal:

  • Add your own blog using the Linky, leaving a description of your blog
  • Add a post on your own blog by way of introduction
  • Visit the other blogs and leave comments!
Welcome to Anglers Rest, where I describe my blog as The Rambling Obsessions of a Fisherman’s wife! ~ a real assortment, with snippets of genealogy,books, cross stitching, scrap booking, web pages and general ramblings. Really the blog reflects the two big obsessions in my world, reading and books and genealogy, and if I can merge my two obsessions so much the better! Stop by and have a browse!
Last time, we were challenged to leave a writing tip. So I shall carry on that theme. I have left that original tip here as I believe it is still applicable, in addition, I believe that writing should reflect us as individuals, therefore we should write and enable that writing to become an extension of ourselves.
Write from the heart. I know perhaps lots of people will read it and you might not want that, but there is something very curious about committing finger to keyboard something that might be personal, that perhaps you would not say face to face, or write down and show to someone, that you can do over the Internet via a blog. Somehow, being “out there” is anonymous. Think about it, it is curious isn’t it?

To see the original post on Meg’s website click HERE

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Carnival Of Genealogy 103: Female Genealogy

As modern women I believe we truly under estimate the hardship, suffering and resilience of our female ancestors. Let us consider what we have that they often did not.
  • Electricity and Gas, forms of heating and light
  • A benefit system that could be used if the need arose, without fear of stigma
  • Running water that was safe to drink
  • Accessibility to medicines that worked
  • Security from unscrupulous employers, landlords and retailers
  • A World where child mortality is low
  • Being able to wash ourselves,clothes and dishes without have to visit the well first.
  • Women’s rights – we are able to vote, to own property and to be our own person
  • ……the list is endless.
How would we cope if we had to work 15 hours a day for a meagre wage? Yet our ancestors did and they, in some form or other survived otherwise we would not be here today. Women are often the backbone of the family, not from necessarily a financial aspect, although, in rural 18th and 19th Century England women would have worked in the fields too, and the children. Women tended to the men folk, looked after elderly relatives in a domestic sense, looked after the children and tended to the homes and organised the food requirements, making the money goes as far as it could. I believe that we underestimate the female ancestors we each have and perhaps judge them in comparison to modern standards.
What though, if you had been born into the middle and upper classes? You grew up being unable to provide for yourself in a domestic and financial manner. If we want a cup of tea we switch the kettle on and make it. In the 18th Century, depending on your financial standing you either rang a bell and someone made you the drink of your choice or you went to the well and obtained the water, perhaps carrying it and any young babes several miles, poured water into a pan of some kind and boiled it over a fire. Could you even afford tea?
As I have researched my own ancestry, I have developed an attachment to some of my ancestors, their contribution to my ancestry is, in some cases overwhelming. The first is Esther Bellasis, who has been the resent subject of an earlier post, and I will not reiterate that here in its entirety, except to say that Esther made a contribution to history that she herself probably never even considered.

Esther was born Ester King in 1770, the daughter of John King and Mary nee Budd. The whole story resembles that of Pride and Prejudice as John and Mary had a family of 10 children, 9 of whom were girls,and nearly all of them involved with the Honourable East India Company in some way. Esther married George Bridges Bellasis in 1796 in Calcutta India. George was known as the most “Handsome man in India” a fact gleaned from the book written about the Bellasis family called “An Honourable Company” by Margaret Bellasis published in 1952.
What has been established is that the girls went out to India in installments, as they became of age and they were dispatched to parts of the “Empire” in the care of the elder sisters. The story is that one of Esther’s sisters was proposed to. The proposal was later retracted and a dual between the proposer and George Bridges Bellasis ensued. As a result George Bridges Bellasis was sent to Botany Bay for life for killing the proposer, having been transported on board the ship called “The Fly” in 1802. When he arrived in Sydney, George was immediately given a conditional pardon by Governor King and on 24 June 1803 received a Royal pardon as an “act of commiseration towards a gallant, but unfortunate officer and an afflicted dying wife”.

I wondered about Ester. Just what had her life been like? Married to a well to do member of the HEIC, was she shamed because of the dual and subsequent outcome of that?, then transported like a common criminal? I wish I knew just what she thought and felt. I wondered just what research material had been left behind of the Bellasis time in Australia. George it is well documented as a military man in Australia and India, there is evidence that he was involved in the Freemason movement in the early days of the colony.

I did a search online for “Mrs Bellasis”+Australia and for variations of – Botany Bay, Ester Bellasis and was very surprised to find this painting.
I sent off to the archive, The Mitchell Library, State Library for New South Wales, for a electronic copy and it is one of my genealogical treasures. What is especially wonderful is that the painting by Ester Bellasis is the earliest known piece of artwork by a woman in Australia, so it looks like Ester made her mark after all, which I find delightful, and this is what I meant when I said her contribution to history.

George and Ester returned to England in the early 1800s and Ester is commemorated at Puttenham Church having died in 1805 in Berkshire, at the Bellasis home. George returned to India and later remarried, to his deceased wife’s sister, Elizabeth Kent nee King, herself a widow. George died in India in 1825 and the sister Elizabeth in Kent in 1837.

There is just something about that picture that I find soothing. Perhaps it is the fact that Esther was in some small way a women in her own right, in a small way an artist, a contribution to history that she would probably have never realised at the time. Did she get on the boat back to England and realise that the painting had been left behind, or did she intend to leave it far from home? We shall never know.

Do though, some of the characteristics and skills of our ancestors live on in us, two, three or even ten generations later?

This is a photograph of one of my Maternal Great Grandmothers, Caroline Ellis nee Harris 1844 – 1935 with four of her daughters. My Great Grandmother, Annie Prudence Butcher nee Harris is the lady on the far left. Caroline was in her early 90s when she died, as was my Great Grandmother, and that tradition was followed by three of Annie’s five daughters. Yes, people are living longer, but is that the only reason for longevity? Isn’t there a chance that genetics, passed from one generation to another simply continue, as do expressions, gestures and a hosts of other things that we inherit from our relatives.

When I look at this photograph, which I was given, from the daughter of the lady second on the left, who also died in her mid 90s, I am struck by the time line of history. When Caroline was born Queen Victoria had been on the throne for 7 years, and when she died we were just 4 years away from the Second World War. For me that is a perspective. The changes that Caroline had experienced are remarkable and I can’t help but wonder just what she would make of the 21st Century, with our lives of internet shopping and communication via the internet and telephone, What would she make of an iphone or an ipad for example. So much development in what is historically speaking a short space of time.
I hope, that my ancestors would be as proud of me, as I am of them and the contribution they made to my ancestry.
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