This is going to take some explaining...The couple in the photograph above are my Mother's great-grandparents. They are the parents of her Father's Mother. Yay! More simple than I thought. Just like me.
It's quite spooky because they lived in Dorset Villa, Guernsey, about one hundred years before I was born. Those one hundred years soon passed... And where was I born? Dorset!
He was a watchmaker, gold and precious stone dealer. His name was Alan. His wife was called Sarah. I know nothing about her.
The ever fabulous Moncrief Speaks recently had a post on his blog entitled The past, part two. It's a good entry and got me thinking...
Why do we search back in our genealogy?
Am I so dull that I have to look back into my family to find something interesting? I don't have to go far, only three generations; I find a bastard, an Italian immigrant and a deep-sea diver.
I'd only have to go back two hundred and forty thousand generations to find Mr and Mrs Chimp, purveyors of fine bananas.
15 comments:
fine bananas. lol
If you go by last names as relations I can say that I have an uncle buried in the famous Boot Hill cemetary in Tombstone, AZ.
We were filled with visions of blazing gun battles in the street until we found out he died after falling off of, and being run over by, a water wagon.
At that point my mom elbowed my dad and said, "He was probably DRUNK too".
I don't like digging in my geneaology.
All my life, I was told that I was descended from Cornish miners who settled in southern Wisconsin to work the coal mines. Then I had a busybody aunt go to Cornwall to dig up some family history and it turns out that, yes, while our family did come from Cornwall, the Farreys of Cornwall--many, many moons ago--came from Ireland.
Not that there's anything wrong with being Irish but it was just so weird to spend my whole life thinking I was one thing, only to discover I'm not.
Well, now I'm totally fucked up. I just checked with my dad to get more details on the Ireland thing and he tells me that, no, the Irish Farreys have nothing to do with my family. When did we learn this?! He says,
"Our clan wing left England in 1853, from County Durham. They hailed from around Crook and Frosterley, two bergs maybe 15-20 miles SW of Durham (city), County Durham close to the East Coast of Britain. Only word of mouth seems
to place us from Cornwall, whereas the County Durham connection is well documented."
WHAT THE HELL AM I?!
Zona, your poor Mother!
Brian, don't worry about it. You know what you are: you're fabulous!
I think all of us, especially now, are a right mixed bunch. Remember what you said to me about my Dad? Don't worry about genetics, just remember that you're a fabulous person. You've got nice eyes, you can string a sentence together and ride a bicycle without stabilizers!
;)
Everyone holds a secret desire to be directly decended from the fabulous! I luv hearing about my ancestors. Where I live, my kids are the 6th generation, from my mum's side & in the city we are like 10th or something. My mum's sides both orginated in Yorkshire. So cool to know all that. Jackson' and Fawcett's. (hope I'm not boring everyone!)
I know my grans name. That's about it.
No!
But don't tell too many people you hail from Yorkshire. It's nothing to brag about, Andrea.
;)
Her forename, Alan?
She was born Christina Saunders but later married my papa who was called Joseph Hamilton. She's my only grandparent who's still alive.
You're lucky to have her.
All my grandparents are dead.
My other friend Alan, who lives in Japan, just lost his Granny. He was here for the funeral, but I didn't get to see him. He was only in the country for four days.
:(
Isn't death tragic?
not really. If you get sad about it just think this line to yourself:
"DON'T KILL IT! I'm a Buddhist... I could come back as one of those!"
ROFL!
Wow, Alan, you really did OD on Ab Fab recently, didn't you.
"Bombay mix. Look at mummy. Look at mummy's funny face. Bombay mix. Bombay mix."
I'll have to get my box set out now, too!
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