Sir William Harpur, my 13th Great Grandfather, 1496-1573. He was Lord Mayor of London
Thomas Lumley, 1408-1485. The husband of my 13th Great Grandmother, Baroness Margaret de Harrington, 1416-1475. He was the Governor of Scarborough Castle for Life
James How Sr., 1598-1702 James was a weaver from Hertfordshire. He came to Massachusetts in 1635, first living in Roxbury. He moved to Salem in 1649. He died 1702, age 104. His daughter-in-law was accused of witchcraft. She was tried and executed in 1692.
Thomas James Bate – King’s Haberdasher for King Edward IV. He also lists Knight as his occupation. He was my 14th Great Grandfather. He lived from 1440-1485
Sir Robert Perrot – 14th Great Grandfather , 1485-1550. He was a composer at Oxford.
Thanks to Ancestry.com I have now identified my 23rd Great Grandfather. Gilbert De Wetenhale Warner, 1190-1240. Born in Cheshire England. Now I can identify all the more with those Ellis Peters novels of rather gruesome medieval battles in Wales and England. Sends shivers down my spine.
My husband Ian had a beloved maiden cousin Eileen Dickson. Not an Aunt but she was sort of thought of as an aunt. She and Aunt Anna were 2 sweet old ladies who lived close to where Ian grew up in Belfast. I first met them in 1968 and became very fond of them both. Cousin Eileen was a great reader and she was particularly fond of Ellis Peters books. I found it hard to understand how she could like these books where medieval violence was so graphically portrayed.
Ellis Peters was a pseudonym. She was born Edith Mary Pargeter, 1913-1995. She is the author of the very popular Brother Cadfael series. Possibly it was the Brother Cadfael books that Cousin Eileen was reading. At the time I knew cousin Eileen, I was only familiar with the more graphic medieval books by this author.
What prompted this post was my sighting of another cat with similar markings. This was a visiting cat that I had heard about but had not actually seen. I spotted the wandering Calico cat from my 3rd floor window as I raised the blinds this morning. She was walking through the shrubs on a path to one of the other buildings here at Ida Culver Broadview. There is a cat named Oliver who belongs to one of the residents. Oliver encourages other outside non-resident cats to visit. I will name the one I saw this morning Katerina 2 – and think happy thoughts of the real Katerina.
Most of us have watched the Alfred Hitchcock Thriller “The Birds” at least once in their life. When I was young it used to come on TV around Thanksgiving about the same time that Wizard of Oz would rerun. What a mix of movies to watch after eating turkey in one of our Italian relative’s house in Kansas City as I was growing up. During those years of sitting passively by watching the birds gang up on the humans, it never occurred to me that some day I might take part in my own private version of “Blackbird Wars” amid the playground equipment found in a typical Coal-fired Power Plant in North Central Oklahoma.
Blackbirds in Alfred Hitchcock’s “Birds”
A tale like this is best starts out with the line, “It was a cold and windy night…” That was close. My story…
This image is associated with one of the ancestors I have recently found to add to my family tree. I am finding quite a few “new” ancestors, dating mostly from the 16th and 15th centuries and mostly from the British Isles. It’s quite exciting. I now have identified more than 23,000 ancestors. That tree is bending under the weight.
Elizabeth Thrift was my 2nd Great Grandmother. She was born in Virginia to missionary parents. The family moved to Ohio, presumably following the Appalachian Trail. In Ohio she met and married Gilman Bryant and they had 11 children. It is from that union of Elizabeth Thrift and Gilman Bryant that I descend. My antecedents were almost all from New England. This branch from Ohio is hardly a twig on the whole scheme of things. And in fact my father came back to New England where he lived for most of his life. With the arrival of the Mayflower, the vast majority of my ancestors were born, lived, and died in New England.
I had a shock today. I was going along, routinely adding ancestors to my family tree, when I found that my 11th Great Grandfather, Dr Rowland “Rev” Taylor was burned at the stake per order of Mary Queen of Scots. I shudder. What a cruel way to die. This took place in Hadleigh Suffolk England on February 9, 1555.. He was 44 years old.
Recommendations of books to read can come from friends, the internet, the local library, etc. I had an email from a bookseller recommending a whole list of books similar to one I had recently purchased. I succumbed to the bait and ended up purchasing an old book that I had somehow missed along the way. The book I bought is a reprint of a book written maybe100 years ago. A book about travel to Tibet. It set me to thinking about the books we had in the bookcase in the living room of the house where I grew up in Belmont Massachusetts.
My mother and father and also my older brother and sisters were great readers. But I think the books in the bookcase represented my father’s taste in reading in the 1920’s and ’30s. I remember the complete set of books by Mark Twain and We by Charles Lindbergh. Also a book by John Marquand.
There were also 2 thin blue books full of genealogical information of my father’s ancestors. These blue books fascinated me and I perused them on many a rainy day. There was also a white box, the size of a men’s shoe box, full of family photos – what a treasure. This too captured my attention for many many hours. What happened to the items in the bookcase?
The years went by, my father died, we children grew up and moved on, and my mother accepted a job in Maui Hawaii. So my mother sold the house and my sisters took some of the contents. I know that my sister Ruth took the 2 genealogy books – I was able to look at them again for many years until she passed away in 2017. I suspect that she took the box of photographs also but I never thought to ask her about that. I don’t think any of the books were distributed to family members. They would have been of interest to an Antiquarian Book Seller, but I’m quite sure that such action didn’t happen. When the house was sold my mother was already in Maui and my sisters just had one day to come from Connecticut and New Hampshire to claim what special items they wanted or could use.