Anyway here we are in July and celebrating 7 months of fabulous tale telling about our precious things courtesy of Sian.
This months I was to tell you a tale. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin.
If you into the wardrobe in my bedroom, nestled beneath the coats and dresses you will find this unassuming box. It didn't cost very much I bought it because it was pretty and biggish, but what it holds is more precious than money, and in fact it is priceless. For within this box are the papers, photos, writings and research I have completed over the past 15 years looking into my family's history. Shall we open the box and see what's inside?
I was lucky enough to have the birth, marriage and death certificates of my dad's parents and so I could glean some information from those, I also had some very old family photographs which helped me too. I spent many hours in local record offices, requesting certificates from The Registrar, I travelled up North to Hartlepool and spent hours on the Internet. I was also lucky enough to find a relative who had looked into their family history and had a family tree of sorts, although now there are more places on the Internet some of those pieces are incorrect. I also spent ages on The Church of Latter Day Saints IGI site looking for family members.
My great-grandparents William and Annie in approx 1906.
and also at the Front in France.............
I am very lucky to be able to show you his attestation papers, most were destroyed by the bombing in WW2 and the death certificate therein telling him his daughter had died of diphtheria.
I can tell you a cordwainer is a guilded shoemaker. I can tell you my ancestors in County Durham were seafarers and fishermen and they possibly hung a monkey thinking he was a French spy. I can tell you my Great Grandfather died of injuries from steam engine exploding because I have the newspaper describing his final moments.
I can show you the census returns for my family some back to 1851.
I can tell you how my Great Aunt Elsie emigrated to Canada with her husband and brother-in-law. How those brothers then joined the Canadian Expeditionary Force to fight in WW1 and how my Great Uncle died at Passchendale but his brother survived. I can even tell you the colour of their eyes and what tattoos they had because the Canadian records of their service are free online. I can also tell their son founded an orchestra in Winnipeg.
However, what I cannot tell you is where my Great grandparents are buried in Cheltenham because they were both buried as paupers and after so many years someone else was buried on top of them. I can tell you roughly where they are but not exactly.
I cannot tell you much about my Great grandfather William Henry Jones' family because it is such a common name in Cheltenham at that time it will take alot of research to figure out the correct man. So I cannot tell you whether he siblings or where they came from. I cannot tell you what it felt like to fight in WW1 or to find out that way that your child had died. I cannot tell what their real lives were like, how they lived, parented, what they enjoyed or looked forward to. These are the things I wish I did know because it would make the two-dimensional images I have truly three-dimensional and vista vision for me. All the pictures and papers I have only give me snippet of their lives, but not THEIR LIVES.
People often ask me why I blog and scrapbook. Well this is why................
to make my life and my story three dimensional not just the facts of a life but what my REAL LIVE LIFE was and remember it.