A Smiling Graduate in 1995
I found this photo in an old calendar/book that my mother had. This happy fellow is one of my brother’s grandsons. We’ve never met.
Category: Family History
Mrs Dalloway
Mrs Dalloway, written by Virginia Woolf in the early 1920’s. I can’t help but compass this cover with the photo of my mother Dorothy and her sister Elizabeth (Libby). The sisters were traveling in England and Scotland in 1934.
Crianlarich Scotland
My mother and her sister and a 3rd out for a brisk walk – photo from July 1934, Crianlarich Scotland
Church of Scotland in Crianlarich
Inside The Front Cover
Uncovering A Journey
My mother’s diary, a trip to Europe – June-July 1934
A Child Is Born
A Happy Beginning
My son and his new born daughter – family history. That new born daughter is now a teenager.
My Mother’s Photos
My mother liked to go on cruises. I wonder where this photo was taken. I want to say somewhere in the Baltic but I could be wildly wrong. I wish she had identified her photos in some way. I’m left to guess and look for clues. My mother passed almost 20 years ago and I still have a lot of her archive to go through.
Ancestor Count
My family tree continues to grow, The ancestor count now stands at 17,332.
Latest Statistics in my Genealogy Research
Total ancestor count – 17,247
Number of Immigrants to North America – approximately 300
Life in Belgium
Did my ancestors have braided rugs?
Some symbolism here between tree stumps and family trees
Vintage Detective Novels
I spotted this recently in the window of our local Secret Garden Bookshop. I thought there is an author whose name was familiar – Freeman Wills Crofts. My husband had talked of reading his books years ago. So I bought it in its striking new reissue dust jacket. Bingo – Ian (my husband) not only recognized the name but also proceeded to tell me that he and Crofts went to the same school, Campbell College in Belfast Northern Ireland. Crofts would have been a contemporary of Ian’s father and uncle who also went to Campbell. I wonder if they knew him. Further coincidence was that Crofts was born in Dublin near where we lived for many years. I love the way paths cross in many unexpected ways.
