Monday, 31 January 2011
Monday, 24 January 2011
I lived a few Houses growing up. All of which are still there now. I wouldn't say they were unique in any specific way but the House that I always think about when I look back was your average terraced house a quarter of the way down a long street and it had this huge field directly opposite which had a set of Woods that run along it and a train track along the back of that and a Canal that ran along side this Train track. In the Field was a Park. My friends and would all play on the field and in the park and we would be taken fishing in the Canal. But none of this is about the House and I have to admit that even though I loved the House, the house wasn't what stood out. But I'll tell you about it. It was a 3 bedroomed house that had a front garden and a back garden. The front garden was medium-ish sized and the back garden was twice as big with the Street behind us running directly parallel and was a only seperated by a wired fence. I had friends in the house behind ours and instead of going round to knock on their front door I would climb over the fence and knock on their back door. Despite how often they asked me not to.
Wednesday, 19 January 2011
It appears that this site has a wealth of information on the Forest of Dean and includes a Forum/Message Boards to post on anything you want to know about people and places in the Forest of Dean.
Saturday, 15 January 2011
I, personally, have never owned a Car and if I'm honest, I have no desire to own one. I'm just not interested in owning a Car. I'm happy to either walk or use Public Transport to get to where I want/need to go. I'm not to sure why I have no interesting in owning one. I've thought about it and I've always come to the conclusion that I'm not interested. BUT I can tell you, at least a little, about the Cars my Dad drove.
As far as I can remember my Dad only had 2 Cars whilst I was growing up. The first Car I don't really remember all that well. If I'm honest, I only have one memory of if it , it was a Black Car (I don't remember what make of Car it was) and I was about 4 years old, living in Leicester and I remember that we had to go to the Hospital for an appointment and my Dad had dropped me and the rest of my family off at the entrance to the Hospital and then he went to park the Car in the Car Park building opposite the Hospital and after a couple of minutes I looked up at the Car Park and I could see my Dad getting out of the Car and locking it and at that point he turned around, looked out of the Car Park, to the ground and saw us and he waved. I can't remember what happened next. I just know that shortly afterward they didn't have the Car anymore.
The next Car he bought I remember a bit more of. It was Yellow Mini Cooper I believe and he bought second hand in about 1990. I was 7 years old and I had no idea that my Mum & Dad wanted another Car and it had a been a while since they'd owned a Car (the last being the Car I've previously mentioned) and a day or two after he'd bought the Car, my Dad took the whole family for a drive around the area that we lived in. I have have no idea how he fit us all in the Car. There were five of us in a Mini Cooper. Well, the next day, my Dad went somewhere in the Car and the Engine 'blew up'. Although I doubt it literally blew up, that was just how my Mum described it. He came home somehow with the Car and I remember seeing him with his Head under the Bonnet and after a couple of Hours being told they'd have to get rid of the Car as it couldn't be fixed (I don't know the details on that) and the next I knew the Car wasn't there anymore. I don't remember this bothering me in the slightest. I just noticed it wasn't there and got on with it.
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
St. Margaret’s is one of the five ancient churches in Leicester's historic Old Town. The others are St. Martins Church (now Leicester Cathedral), St. Mary de Castro Church, St. Nicholas Church and All Saints Church.
A large and impressive church, St. Margaret’s stands in St. Margaret’s Way (which soon becomes Abbey Lane), just off Burleys Way, part of the cities inner ring road. St. Margaret’s Way is part of the A6.
The strange thing about St. Margaret’s is that it is actually outside the town walls of Leicester.
It is believed that this is because when the Danish people started to settle, they lived close to Leicester, but outside the town, so that they could trade with the English without living amongst them. When they converted to Christianity, they needed their own church, and it was built here.
Robert Grosseteste, the great scientist who became Bishop of Lincoln, was formerly a priest at St. Margaret’s, and the church has a special relationship with Lincoln Cathedral.
On the opposite side of St. Margaret's Way is a street named Sanvey Gate. The ‘Sanvey’ part of this is a corruption of "Sancta Via", the Holy Way.
On Whit Monday every year, until the late 16th century, a religious procession used to make its way along this street from St. Mary de Castro, including an image of the Blessed Virgin Mary. This was joined by a similar procession from St. Martins Church (now Leicester Cathedral), with an effigy of St. Martin. They would make their way to St. Margaret’s church, making the street indeed a Holy Way.
In the churchyard is the 18th century tomb of Andrew Lord Rollo. A Scottish peer, he had become a formidable leader of men, but became ill, and was passing through Leicester on his way to Bristol, whither he had been advised to retire, when he died.
St. Margaret’s is still used for worship, and is normally open to visitors on Saturdays.
ANDREW, 1867, CAROLINE THOMPSON
CATHERINE, 1859, THOMAS RUSSELL
CHARLES, 1863, SARAH OSWIN
ELIZA, 1872, JOSEPH BENFIELD - My Great, Great, Great Grandmother
GEORGE, 1872, KATE PICKERING
JOHN, 1848, ELIZABETH WOOD
JOHN, 1865, PHEBE SIDDONS
JOHN, 1892, LYDIA PARKER - My Great, Great Grandparents
JOSEPH, 1843, ESTHER SMART
JOSEPH, 1847, ESTHER UNDERWOOD, 3
JOSEPH, 1867, MARY WOOD, 8
MARTHA, 1874, FREDERICK HODGKINSON, 10
MARY ANN, 1882, EVERGREEN SMITH, 11
MARY JANE, 1871, JOSEPH SHELTON, 9
RACHEL, 1879, JAMES MANSELL, 11
RICHARD, 1844, ANN BAILEY, 3
SARAH, 1868, WILLIAM KENDRICK, 9
SARAH ANN, 1872, THOMAS MASSEY, 10
THOMAS, 1858, ELIZABETH WATTS, 6
THOMAS, 1868, ANN PICKARD, 9
WILLIAM, 1842, ELIZABETH GREEN, 2
ALICE IDA,1879,JOHN SIMPSON,11
ARTHUR,1872,SARAH ANN WELLS - My Great, Great, Great Grandparents
CHARLES,1837,MARY ANN WRIGHT,1
CLARA,1879,HENRY DAVID GRAVES,11
ELIZA ANN,1893,JOSEPH COPSON,12
EMMA,1866,HENRY DEMETRIUS GLENN,8
GEORGE HARGREAVE,1843,HENRIETTA WALKER MOORE,2
HARRIET,1862,THOMAS WALLIS FOSTER,7
HENRY,1865,MARY ANN SMITH,8
JAMES,1868,SARAH ANN MERRY,9
JOHN GEORGE,1872,ELIZA ANN BRYAN,10
LYDIA,1892,JOHN MARCH,12 - Great, Great Grandparents (same as the above John & Lydia)
MARY ANN,1837,JOHN BONNER NORTH,1
MARY JANE,1868,SAMUEL TITE,9
MARY RICHARDSON,1843,JOHN WEBSTER,2
PRISCILLA,1864,WILLIAM ARNOLD VEASEY,8
RICHARD ISAAC,1854,AMY BOTTRILL,6
SAMUEL WILLIAM,1859,ELIZA SAUNT,7
THOMAS,1864,MARY ANN FAULKNER,8
THOMAS HENRY,1863,MARY ELIZABETH FLAVELL,8
THOMAS HILTON,1885,JULIA HEDGECOCK,11
WILLIAM,1860,MARY ANN SMITH,7
WILLIAM JAMES,1885,SARAH ANN WALL,12
Sunday, 9 January 2011
What was winter like where and when you grew up? Describe not only the climate, but how the season influenced your activities, food choices, etc.
Well, Geneabloggers, are doing another year of setting us little challenges on recording our own personal Family History and I am going to attempt to contribute this week by telling you about my Winters whilst growing up.
I lived in Leicester, England, so you can easily picture it raining a lot but Winter and Weather itself has changed since I was a Kid, if it's not changed then I guess I'm seeing it differently. But as you can imagine it was Cold and wet and occasionally Snowy (but not Snowy enough) but despite this, it wouldn't keep me in the House. I hated being cooped up indoors when the weather didn't even bother me, which is something that hasn't really changed if I'm honest. Instead of going to play at the Park for example when I really young I'd visit a friends house instead. My Parents tried to keep me indoors when the weather was bad but being a Kid I kept on at them until I was able to go out. I wasn't daft I had no interest in playing in the Rain, except one year when I went to the Park and it started Raining. Myself and the Friend I was with at the time hid at the top of a Climbing frame which had a cover at the top to keep us out of the Rain, and the Rain built up around the Climbing Frame without us noticing as we were too busy chatting and by the time we'd realised, the Climbing Frame was Flooded around the base. So, it was choice between waiting until the Water had died down or grin and bear it and walk through it, we chose the latter as we'd be there a long time otherwise.
When it actually Snowed, it was brilliant. There would be Snowball Fights galore and I loved it. There weren't many Kids who passed on a Snowball Fight or even making a Snowman.
We didn't really eat any differently to how we would do normally if I'm honest. Well, not as far as I can remember anyway. So there isn't a lot I can tell you about that. The only time we ate any differently was at Christmas when we had the works and is typically a Christmas Dinner.
That's all I can think of right now but I'll add to this if I can think of anything else.