Diary of a Genealogist

28. Jun, 2022
I've just returned from a week's break in Warwickshire. We stayed in 14thC building!!! Can you imagine how excited I was? I had to keep touching the stones and wooden beams:). We enjoyed a day at Kenilworth Castle and the Bosworth Battlefields Heritage Centre. I am now in love with the Bosworth Rose that was especially grown to commemorate Richard III being discovered in the Leicester car park. I will order a bare root for November. Anyway, moving on...
We were talking to the young woman who runs the local pub. She told us about rumours of a murder and suicide about 40 years ago. Well, I couldn't leave it could I? I donned my metaphoric detective gear and went to work. Within the hour, using newspaper reports on Find My Past, I discovered the tragic truth surrounding the malicious rumours. I emailed it to her yesterday. She's delighted and will print them off to display in the pub. I feel as if the story had to be found and the record put straight about the tragedy.
She also didn't know the history of the pub and could find nothing on Google. So, once again I got to work. I found evidence that the pub was medieval in origins, or at least the building was. I found it on the 1851 and 1911 census returns and the 1939 Register. I found a Licensee Index for 1801-1828 and all the licensees' and their bondsman for the pub.
28. Jun, 2022

I've had a breakthrough in my husband's Northumberland family. His 3x gt grandfather, George Radcliffe, was a mariner. As he had died before 1851, I didn't know where he was born. His wife was Elizabeth Smith, her mother was Mary Forster. George and Elizabeth named their son Joseph Forster. I have just found another mariner from Berwick named Forster Joseph Radcliffe. He died in 1829 and is buried at Holy Trinity, Berwick. So now I am fairly confident that I have George's possible place of birth. The search goes on. Forster was living at Wool Market, Berwick. 

28. Jun, 2022

A friend has asked me to advise him about adoption. He is an adult and was adopted when a baby. I had to admit, it was an area I know little about. I have managed to reunite a mother with her adult son, but that was not using adoption agencies; I had hit the jackpot when using the 1939 Register so I knew his birth mother was alive. This request from my friend however, wasn't as straight forward. I did narrow down his birth to one birth registration, it was the correct one! So now we know where he was born and who his birth mother is. I have tracked her down using Electoral Registers and nursing registers, to 1965, then she disappears. I cannot find her death, I cannot find her on a passenger list. I have found a potential marriage. I have messaged a decendent of this marriage, but have not received a reply. I now have forms that have been filled in to support his request to have his adoption papers as his original ones were destroyed. I am keeping everything crossed as he has not received counselling, I think it's law he needs to. At aged 59, he thinks he is quite able to make his own mind up about this! I agree.

17. Apr, 2022

After not looking at my Essex family for a few years, I returned to review my Clark family on my father's line. William Clark married Elizabeth Coles in the 1840s. Elizabeth will lead me to Somerset, but before I travelled there, I wanted to sort out confusion over a census return regarding their daughter Eliza and her family. Job done, I'm pleased to say. I followed the lives of Eliza's descendants to discover the son of one line being killed on the Western Front during WWI. Another descendant was killed whilst performing a night exercise at a Lincolnshire air base during WWII. 

4. Feb, 2022

I realise it's been a while since I've updated this blog. I have been a tad busy with research projects, grandchildren and now an exciting new event. I have offered to give a talk on genealogy to a local group at their coffee morning. I have finished it and hope they enjoy it and it inspires conversation around their histories.

I had decided to write about two ancestors, father and son, Onesiphorus Randall Senior and Junior, the focus changed however. They were on my paternal line, Onie Senior was born in Norfolk. Whilst brushing up on two of my ancestors after not looking at them for a few years, I discovered two women and a baby (I know, it sounds like a film!LOL), not humerous though. The two women were not related to me, however, and I know this is going to sound fanciful, but I felt as if they were calling to me across the years. They needed their stories told. If anyone would like a look, let me know.