A bit like this but not as grand, or tidy!
I expect you are waiting to find out who was the oldest person I can remember.
Well, let me tell you.
On my mothers side it was Auntie Annie, she was my grandfathers aunt and she was born in 1881, she was a rather tall old lady who I thought lived in her daughters garage, as it turns out it was an extension to the kitchen! And on my fathers side it was Auntie Mary, a down to earth, plain speaking Yorkshire lass who I was a tad scared of, she was my grandfathers elder sister. All these people are dead and gone, and its now I realise that I should have asked questions of these elder family members but you're not really interested in that kind of stuff when you are young are you?
The journey that my family has taken me on has been so very rewarding. What some of these people had been through
makes our lives pale into insignificance. I have come to love all of my ancestors, both good and bad. I admire the coal miners, the framework knitters, sailors and the farmers, all of them of good hard working stock. I also have be very fortunate to have found myself a gateway ancestor who was born at the end of the 15th century.
I hope at some point to be able to mention a little bit about all of them because each and every one of them has a
story that needs telling.
NB I originally posted this blog in 2013 on a site that I am closing down, and as you will know if you have had a look
around my website I have come on in leaps and bounds since then!