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52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Pets

This is the 17th challenge in a weekly series from GeneaBloggers called 52 weeks of personal genealogy and  history, suggested  by Amy Coffin,  that invite genealogists to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.  Week 17 – Pets.

The very first pet we had was a budgie called Dinky. We got him in about 1954 and for some reason my parents bought him from Clitheroe in Lancashire and had to take him back to Yorkshire where we lived. He was a really good talker but I don’t recall him having a Lancastrian accent – thank goodness.

My dad used to tell the story about eating his breakfast and Dinky walking across his plate and through his fried eggs. Hmm – not sure i’d be too keen myself.

Dinky went to live with my grandparents when my brother was born in 1958.

I mentioned in week 4 of this series that we lived in a pub for about 18 months when I was about 4 years old. It seems that most publicans have to own a dog – often a big one. My dad was no exception.

We had a German Shepherd called Rinty – named after Rin-Tin-Tin from the movies. I have some vague memories of Rinty – or perhaps they are stories told to me by my parents. After all it is fifty four years ago.

I guess that one of the reasons my parents got Rinty was for security and protection against unruly customers. He was also apparently a good guard dog especially when assigned to look after me! We had a large enclosed yard at the back of the pub and that is where I used to play.

I know from stories told to me that Rinty would often be out in the yard with me. One such tale is of me shouting for help and when my parents came out they saw me running on the spot with Rinty just sitting there firmly gripping the seat of my pants in his mouth.

Anyway, when we left the pub we moved to a much smaller house and my parents decided not to keep Rinty. My dad said that he went to train as a police dog but I was never too sure about that!

My sister had a rabbit called Snowy – I think he was white. I don’t recall much about Snowy apart from he came to a very sad end. He was found dead on the back lawn after being attacked by another animal – presumably a dog.

We also had a goldfish called Tinkerbell whose party trick was leaping out of the bowl and flopping around on the floor.

Jayne and I have had three Persian cats over the past seventeen years – Horlicks, Willow and Wellington. They gave us so much pleasure and fun but sadly they are no longer with us.

Wellington and Willow

Horlicks

Horlicks

Wellington passed away on 24 March this year – here’s his obituary on one of my other blogs.

I think we are going to be pet free for a while.

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Ribble Valley Borough Council – thumbs up

I’ve got another week of my holiday before I go back to work so I had a research day sat at the computer.  I decided to concentrate on looking for my Musgrove ancestors in the National Buriel Index.

Unfotunately I drew a blank. There doesn’t seem to be much for Lancashire in the NBI – or perhaps it was just not much for the names and area I was searching.

Anyway I tried another route. I made an assumption that the people I wanted to find had been buried in the local cemetery – I know perhaps an obvious assumption, but there are also a number of churches in the area where they could be.

I emailed Ribble Valley Borough Council this morning about 10.00am with a list of names and dates of death. Just over an hour later I had a reply confirming that they had located burials for all the people on my list. By the end of the day I had received a full reply with plot numbers, a cemetery map and directions to each grave, and a list of all the people buried in those graves – including some people I wasn’t expecting and some I have never even heard of.

I wanted to post this for two reasons. First to record my thanks to Judith at Ribble Valley Borough Council for all the information she sent to me. Second to recommend local council cemetery services as a valuable and, in my experience, a very helpful resource for genealogists.

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Restaurants

This is the 16th challenge in a weekly series from GeneaBloggers called 52 weeks of personal genealogy and  history, suggested  by Amy Coffin,  that invite genealogists to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.  Week 16 – Restaurants.

This is going to be a short post.

I don’t have any recollection of going to restaurants in my childhood. It was just something that we didn’t do in our family.

A regular and favourite meal however was fish and chips from the local chippie – it was called Berts. Take out fish and chips wrapped in newspaper – wonderful.

When I was in my teens and out in Leeds with my mates we would often eat at a Wimpy bar and we thought we were really cool!!

I didn’t start going out to restaurants until I was much more grown up!!

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Sports

This is the 15th challenge in a weekly series from GeneaBloggers called 52 weeks of personal genealogy and  history, suggested  by Amy Coffin,  that invite genealogists to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.  Week 15 – Sports

I was quite sporty as a child. I played football (soccer) for my school team and during sports lessons I also played cricket and rugby. My other sporting passion at school was athletics. I was pretty quick at the sprint events – 100 and 200 yards (before we became all continental and changed to meters). I also held the school record for my age group at the long jump. I competed in Leeds school events at swimming and athletics – and have some certificates to prove it.

Running Certificate

Outside of school me and my brother played in a rag tag of a local football team made up of friends and other hangers on. We weren’t very good as a team but it was still good fun.

After I left school and got a job I played football for my works team and also for a team called North Park in the Bradford Red Triangle league.

I stopped playing football in my late 20’s – apart from the odd 5-a side game.

Perhaps all this sporting activity is one reason why I now have dodgy knees and according to the GP will need at least one of them replaced before too long.

My local football team is Leeds United. I have supported them since the mid 1960’s when I went to my first game at their Elland Road ground. We had a brilliant team for about ten years up to 1975 winning domestic and European competitions. Since then the fortunes of the club have been really up and down. Right now the club is on the rise again and I think within two or three years we might be back and holding our own in the English Premier League. Here’s a link to The Mighty Mighty Whites website – the definitive history of Leeds United.

My dad was more of a rugby league fan and he supported the Leeds team. This is seen as more of a northern working mans game – unlike that cissy game of football, at least that’s what my dad thought. Every time Leeds United lost he would utter the immortal phrase “bloody mugs” and try to get me and my brother to switch our support to the rugby team. We still often repeat that phrase when Leeds United lose – and I’m sure dad will be smiling each time.

In 1996 the rugby league game in England had a bit of a makeover and the Super League was created. They switched from playing in the winter months to playing in spring and summer. All the teams were required to change their names – so the local team was now Leeds Rhinos. They compete against teams like Bradford Bulls, Castleford Tigers and Huddersfield Giants.

This commercial transformation has certainly helped the sport and I must admit that I quite enjoy watching the games on TV now.

I don’t recall my mother ever having a passion for sport. Although she does quite easily get caught up in the moment especially when the family is together watching a game involving one of the local teams on the telly. She can shout and scream with excitement at the players when they do something daft or at the referee when he makes a “wrong” decision.

My wife is a big tennis fan and we have been to the Wimbledon Championships a few times over the years and to see the Great Britain team in the Davis Cup competition.

These days we are armchair sports fans – although Jayne does run round the block regularly . We will watch most things on TV – football, rugby, cricket, tennis, golf, motor racing, snooker, swimming, athletics, speedway, show jumping, American Football, baseball and even darts if their is nothing else.

I am really looking forward to the Olympics coming to London in 2012. We are hoping to get tickets in the public ballot. I’d like to get to see the athletics in the Olympic Stadium but I guess that is going to be extremely popular and over subscribed. So we will need to have some other options – perhaps gymnastics, swimming, equestrian events or even beach volleyball. Whatever we get to see the experience will be amazing.

Searching for the graves

Holy Trinity Church, Cowling

I have a couple of weeks off work and thought I would make the most of my time on family history stuff.

So I spent all day yesterday updating and cross checking some research on a tree I am doing for a relative. I hardly moved from the computer screen from first thing in the morning until early evening.

Today I decided that I would get out in to the fresh air.

I dropped Jayne at the bus stop at about 6.45am and carried on to Cowling, near Keighley – a journey of about 26 miles. I had a flask of coffee, sandwiches and my camera. The plan was to hunt down some more gravestones.

I trawled through the National Burial Index recently and identified a number of relatives buried at Holy Trinity Church in Cowling and a couple at a small cemetery in Steeton with Eastburn not far from Cowling.

I had quite a long list including Dawson, Gawthrop and Snowden ancestors. I have to say that I wasn’t all that optimistic of finding very many headstones. And indeed that turned out to be right – I came home with only six names crossed off my list.

I am guessing that the graves I can’t find must all be without headstones. There were a great many of these. So I am thinking that perhaps the church will have a record of who is buried in which unmarked grave. There wasn’t anyone around today so I will have to follow this up later.

I was a bit more optimistic when I visited the small cemetery at Steeton with Eastburn. I was looking for the graves of two brothers – Arthur and Clement Dawson. Unfortunately I couldn’t find them either. And by now it had started to rain so I was feeling rather miserable.

I did manage to take a good photograph of Holy Trinity Church though. I have been on the look out for a postcard but haven’t seen one yet.

This is a Victorian church designed by Robert Dennis Chantrell and built in 1845. It is now a Grade II listed building.

The village of Cowling is Saxon in origin and is recorded in the Domesday Book as ‘Collinge’. The name means Coll’s people or tribe. At the time of the Norman Conquest the main landowner was Gamel who had very large land holdings in Yorkshire. His name survives in Gamsgill on the northern edge of the village.

Originally the village comprised three separate hamlets namely Ickornshaw, Middleton, Gill and Cowling Hill. It was only following the construction of the main Keighley to Colne Road and the building of large mills alongside the road that what is now regarded as the main village was constructed providing terraced cottage homes for the mill workers.

The older parts of the village faded in importance and as a result the parish church and village school are located on what appears to be the outskirts of the village between Ickornshaw and Middleton, the centre of the village having moved since their construction.

52 Weeks of Personal Genealogy & History – Spring

This is the 14th challenge in a weekly series from GeneaBloggers called 52 weeks of personal genealogy and  history, suggested  by Amy Coffin,  that invite genealogists to record memories and insights about their own lives for future descendants.  Week 14 – Spring

I really don’t have much to say about the topic of Spring. It doesn’t hold any particular special or romantic memories – childhood or otherwise.

I guess that if there is one thing that sticks in my mind it is about the tradition in our family of getting new clothes for Whitsuntide. Here I am in my new blazer and probably everything else was new as well.  This picture is taken outside the home of my grandma and granddad in Leeds, England. I was glad when my brother and sister came along because I didn’t have to suffer this trial on my own.

 

Was this a tradition for anyone else?