On Finding Dinah... or Dinah Might!

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again...

Hang on isn't that the iconic opening shot of Daphne Du Maurier's novel Rebecca (set in the true residence of beautiful Menabilly, Cornwall?)

What's that got to do with my mother's unexpected grrrrrreat auntie Dinah, born perhaps in 1712? Well everything, as we shall see.

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In the days of Christmas 1998 the newly installed Lady Rashleigh of Menabilly is setting out the enormous tables in the orangery for an intimate but international dining party. 

I, Writer, am galloping down a railway side path in an ugly part of Taunton, bearing extraordinary news from the 17th century, lately just in.

I arriving panting at the station and board it hoping I will not lose my discoveries. Were they real, or just a phantom dream brought on by too much Christmas treats?

The Internet has just reached England. It boarded our shores and one of the first e-mails I fielded from it informed me that my ancestors were James and Miriam who married at Ditcheat Somerset in 1777. Thankyou, internet! I wish I could have managed without you, but we'll accept this one electronic support in our quest to conquer the 1700s unaided. 

Stepping back through the pages of the IGI, in an ancient format called "microfiche", by good fortune Miriam's birthplace had been well catalogued. Her mother's and grandmother's names were found but the trail went cold. We simply couldn't tease out any more on Elizabeth....., mother of Sarah Speed (1722), grandmother of Miriam.

At this point I favoured the open cast mining method of research. Boarding the train I proceeded to empty every single reference to the Speed family onto the metaphorical floor. 

The record office were aghast at someone using their surfaces during the traditionally quiet Betwixtmas season, and I had to wait about three Mars bars before the pile of ribbony papers and parchment emerged from the Strong Room. 

Time had been a faithful guardian and I was now deep in the 1700s. No turning back now. The Speeds of Ansford, Somerset were at my purview.

Like a rocket I was instantly thrust back two further generations. I could feel the G- Force as I struggled to hang on to 1998. I was being pushed deep underwater. 1898..  1798... 1758... the parchment opened at the year 1733.

Edward Murrow, my new ancestor, was dying and he wanted his many scattered lands given to all his female descendants. Not one was to be forgotten. 

His fondness for youngest daughter - due a-childbed any day now- was apparent. He wouldn't live to see her die in that childbed in a matter of a few weeks time. 

He had already lost his middle daughter and the granddaughters he listed made for quite a list. I reached for my pencil: Sarah Speed (tick!), Elizabeth Speed, Dinah Widdows, Martha Widdows, Elizabeth Widdows, Mary Widdows and Grace - daughter of George Dyke.

I could find baptisms for all bar Dinah who OBVIOUSLY was the eldest sibling of those Widdows girls and NOTHING to do with my Sarah or the Dykes, right? Right?

I wasn't getting much of a reply from the papers. The ribbon wrapped around the parchment and I was back in the reading room with moments to go before legging it for the train.

Dinah got forgotten. There was no birth, marriage or death for her, so it stands to reason she basically didn't exist. A genealogical fluke. A flick of the pen made in error, a misunderstanding, mishearing a dying man, forgetful of details, just another inaccurate name in the records?

Undaunted I crossed the to the local library which housed Parson Woodforde's Diaries, 30 years after our man's death. He lived in my ancestral Ansford. Time to opencast  his writings. The young parson was forever doing battle with my forebears it seemed. Sarah, now a widow,  accosted him for a headstone for her late husband. Cousin Martha had been his school mistress and was later murdered by his close friend. Small wonder the parson took his leave of the district and began a new life in Norfolk. 

But before he left he cryptically wrote a note for me. "Ned Dick the carrier is the nephew of Edward Speed."

Ned is Edward Dyke son of our George Dyke and his mysterious wife  Dinah - no marriage found. 

Of course when I sit down with the evidence, our Dinah emerges. She was not the older sister of the 3 Widdows girls. 

She must instead be the child of Elizabeth Murrow 1692 from her unknown marriage to Mr Withers. It's as Mrs Withers that Elizabeth marries at Wells Cathedral in 1719 according to a volume of licences by Jewers.

So she's Dinah Withers, and born 1712 if we work backwards from her age at death. Aged 21 when her aunt dies in childbirth, she is quickly on the scene and marries the grieving widower George Dyke. For many years I'd assumed this was scandalous but now realise it was merely the family looking to resolve a difficult episode. 

(Decades later I find the marriage as Mary Withers in the unexpected parish of Batcombe, thanks, belatedly to the Internet, which arrived very late to this party.)

So she's an aunt, and through her son Ned the carrier (Amazon delivery driver of his day), she creeps socially back up the stations little by little. George apprenticed to a tailor, Charles has his own drapers shop in Lyme Regis, Charles junior runs a military outfitters in Marylebone. Then we thunder ever closer to the aristocracy and to Menabilly. We have a colonel, an ambassadress to Reagan and at last, the Châtelaine of "Manderley", the beloved fictional home of Rebecca, lived in by its author. 

Dinah has taken us here by sheer Genealogical brute force. Is it possible that Dinah has any more surprises? Dinah Might. Dinah does. 

Postscript:

Dinah's other descendants had the Cock at Hemel Hempstead and from them, there is an archdeacon or canon in Leicestershire. 

I never could find Sarah Speed's son John born about 1742, where on earth was he? Turns out,  baptised in nearby Castle Cary with the poor priest - doubtless mesmerised by Sarah's sister - unfortunately recording the infant's mother as Dinah. (Not our diaretic parson who was fending off the rest of the family across the river Brue.)

A woman who we nearly forgot about, but who has reasserted herself onto the family tree.

Thanks for the memories auntie Dinah x

Are you sitting comfortably? These are your new aunties from Somerset, 1856.

In 1992, the retired bursar of Wells Cathedral School read out the will of Priscilla Creed (1856) to me down the phone. I was in for some shocks. The bell tolled for Priscilla at Pilton church and after the actuary had calculated how many years her children might live for, and paid off the Tasmanian son, we get down to business:

There were six daughters and their names were spellbinding: Ann Tabor widow, Mary wife of Thomas Dauncey, Elizabeth wife of William Creed, Sarah wife of Edward Indoe, Priscilla, Jane wife of James Chappell.

Tabor, Dauncey, Indoe, Chappell.  And these were close relatives. My great-grandpa would be Elizabeth's grandson: it looked like there was no getting away from that. I was a bit puzzled that Elizabeth was a Creed who married a Creed, but I needed to get over it, and fast. There were all these aunties to explore...

By the good offices of Aubrey Brown, founding member of Somerset & Dorset Family History Society, I received in the mail, print-outs of the 1881 census entries for Ann Tabor's sons. Through the probate indexes I could easily find the Tabors still living and farming in Somerset. (Though not for long: when I visited them unannounced in 1994 they were sadly just selling their dairy farm.) I even saw the portrait of 'battle-axe' daughter Mary Ann while carousing through Somerset in my motor car in winter 1994.

Mary Dauncey, Sarah Indoe and Priscilla would have to wait a bit, and there was no rush. Each of them had just one or two children whom nobody could quite recall: just being outside of living memory.

But the youngest auntie, Jane Chappell is still unresolved right now in 2025. Born in 1830, she was just two when her brother chose to sail for Tasmania, she lived to see her grandson die in World War One, and was a widow nearly 58 years. I was sat in the library in Winchester in 1996 when her death date flashed up on the screen. Exactly 100 years ago in 1925. She was 95, and had survived into the modern epoch.

I had caught a glimpse of her in the old reels of census at the basement record office of Chancery Lane, aged 40 a widow with many of her brood, residing with the Indoes. She had many twists and turns yet, another fifty years of finding a home for herself, outliving almost everyone.

In 2018 I walked from Castle Cary to the little hamlet of Henley, with its own chapel, under Turn Hill, High Ham. I was able to meet a relative but not to solve the real quest: to find a photo of Jane Chappell (1830-1925). I think it will eventually turn up, but who knows where? On my walk I thought I saw the old schoolhouse where her grandchildren would have been taught the three Rs.

I also recently discovered that one of these grandchildren Albert Wilkins (1895-1986), farm worker, was interviewed age 87. But when the Heritage Lottery Fund came knocking in 2005, his voice did not make the online pages. (He was in disk format, so perhaps could not easily be converted to MP3.) The bursar's brother DOES make an appearance in these pages - now at Somerset Voices.

Priscilla perhaps has the last laugh. Most of her descendants are from her great-granddaughter Gladys (1911) who worked at Langport Glove Factory and married Ebbie Cook. They have a large family in the Seend area. They are never going to outnumber Jane's massive descendants (who have conquered Walthamstow, Havant, Decatur Illinois, Evercreech, Wells...) but Seend is one area that Priscilla's line have claimed for their own. And Jane's cannot get a foothold. It is not too far away, so hopefully I can get to the Barge Inn on the canal there one day and see if there's any cousins to say hello to.

Letting the youngest catch-up

While looking into distant auntie Betsy, I wondered about her brother Benjamin's family.

He and his wife had seven children, and the way things turned out has proved very fair in terms of marking each milestone.

Edwin (1839), Jane (1841), Joseph (1842), James (1844), Annie (1846), Sarah (1848) and William (1849). Several of them had the middle name of Haine whilst Jane had the middle name of Eliza. Joseph and Sarah had no middle names at all.

Eldest grandchild: this was from Edwin, child number 1.

Eldest great-grandchild: this was Ernest Court (1898), from James, child number 4.

Eldest great-great-grandchild: this was Kenneth Duffett (1932), from Annie, child number 5.

Eldest great-great-great-grandchild: this was Verna (1960), from William, child number 7.

Eldest great-great-great-great-grandchild: this was Anthony (1989), from Jane, child number 2.

Child number 3 was the first to be widowed (in 1870).

Child number 6 was the first to die (in 1870).

Incidentally child number 1's line became extinct in 2004 and child number 6's in 1954.

The time to next generation is 30 years each time, now bear in mind this is for the eldest. For example I belong to the same generation as Verna but am somewhat younger, so the average time-per-generation for me from Benjamin is 32 years.

We saw in an extreme case how Betsy's average time to next generation was 23 years when measuring the eldest. She was also 20 years his senior. Within a hundred years, Betsy was two generations ahead of Benjamin.

But mostly here I just wanted to remark on the unusual way the distribution of 'firsts' is shared among five of Benjamin's children.

Betsy's daughter v. the queen

We earlier looked at the mysterious case of why 'auntie Betsy' appears to have virtually no DNA matches to us, despite being not that distant a relative and also someone with hundreds of descendants.

The answer was that a typical DNA-tester in their mid-thirties would actually be a SIX-times-great-grandchild of Betsy, meaning they might possibly have none of her DNA whatsoever, and more likely that a half-fifth-cousin 3 times removed to myself is not very likely to match me. We are in effect at the limits quite suddenly of what autosomal DNA can do.

I am not sure I have any matches pertaining to a sibling or half-sibling of my 6xgreat-grandparents. So we close our Betsy-DNA files for now.

But all this attention on Betsy, some of the dates seemed quite familiar. Which got me thinking, how would Betsy's tribe fare in a face-off with the ruling royal family of Saxe-Cobourg-Gotha?

It's the gamekeeper's wife, Betsy's daughter Mary Blacker nee Padfield (born 1818) up against Albert of SCG's wife, queen Victoria (born 1819). I think this could be an easy victory for Mary, given what we found earlier.

Round 1, the children: Betsy's daughter scoops this one easy, first child 1837 vs. the queen 1839.

Round 2, the grandchildren: a bit close for comfort but still falling down to Betsy's daughter for the win: first grandchild, Henry Plumley (1857) vs. Kaiser Bill (1859). I think the royals are genuinely struggling at this point. In a surprise move, Betsy's folk have opted to leave Somerset for London.

Round 3, the great-grandchildren: out of nowhere the queen pulls ahead, Henry Stephen Plumley (1882) is no match for Feodora (1879). Betsy's line has to concede defeat in this round.

Round 4, the great-great-grandchildren: Betsy's daughter just regains the lost ground with Dorothy Blake (1904) up against an unexpected contender Margarita of Greece (1905). The queen has changed her strategy and has inexplicably switched to the family of her second daughter Princess Alice, in an attempt to seize control in this competition.

Round 5, the great-great-great-grandchildren: the queen has absolutely no chance here, the under-prepared royals have no suitable candidate, so Roy Miles (1927) is streets ahead of Margarita's nephew Ludwig (1931).

Round 6, the great-great-great-great-grandchildren: by now both teams are exhausted but Roy's son (1955) is still in the arrivals lounge some time before Maria Tatiana of Yugoslavia (1957).

Both teams have averaged 23 years per generation for a sustained period of 120 years. Well done to the bunch of Londoners for defeating the royals in 5 out of 6 rounds but this race through the generations is yet more evidence explaining why I'm unlikely to have DNA matches to Betsy's daughter, wife of the gamekeeper.

Incidentally, researching this, it seems that Queen Victoria is about to reach the milestone of 1000 living descendants some time around now. I have no easy way of knowing whether the gamekeeper's wife is heading that way herself. Perhaps she has already got there?

The Betsys Best Forgotten

So, Betsy has been driving me up the pole.

She first appeared on a tree drawn by my cousin Janet in 1993. I was very grateful for this tree. And when I went to the archives at Taunton I was able to see the evidence for myself. There she was listed in 1825 as "Betsy, daughter of [my wife] Mary Padfield, by a former husband".

Benjamin Padfield (1808-1891) was so straight-forward, a farmer and champion cheese maker, raised his family well and all learned music. As a boy he was ambitious to play the flute and viol - it's flute and violin but flute and viol sounds much more of its time. He gave apples to his grandchildren if they asked and ran the Sunday school in the village. He was second or third generation Methodist. I was given his photograph in a field exchange somewhere in the Somerset borders: a stout-hearted chap. Also - we have his Journal, his life story.

So for him to have a missing sister is distinctly out of character. His journal makes not a mention of "Betsy", who died when Benjamin was just 18.

Benjamin grew up to marry and have seven children and a rather staggering 50 grandchildren. Of these I counted just now and only a third have living family, quite a small fraction.

Since taking the AncestryDNA test six years ago I have been gifted with many findings, but one thorn in my side has been the absence of any descendants of Betsy showing up as DNA matches.

When we last left Betsy she was a small girl. She was baptised at Leigh-on-Mendip in 1789 and after marrying at 21, she had at least a five year rest before the children started arriving. She didn't have long as she must die at age 38. Quite probably the young couple were living with in-laws - Betsy's much younger half-brothers also endured such a period of 9 years and 3 years respectively.

Betsy had three children who lived to adulthood that we can trace: Mary (1818), Ann (1819) and Joseph (1827), with whom she died in childbirth. At this, the end of Betsy's life, Benjamin was just 18. Is Betsy best forgotten?

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I can see the thing to do would be to compare Betsy's family with Benjamin, and the best way of doing that is to look at the 1840s. In this epoch Benjamin raised his 7 children, and Betsy by this point had seven GRANDchildren.

Betsy is getting a generation ahead, already, and her family fills the 1850s with still more grandchildren.

Let's compare numbers.

Benjamin's children had their family in the years 1867-1898, producing the 50 youngsters (of whom 17 have surviving descendants).

Betsy's grandchildren had their family in the same period (starting ten years earlier, in 1857), producing 105 youngsters. So Betsy is not only a generation ahead, and doubling her numbers, but is also not thwarted by the low birth-rate of Benjamin's family as we turn the corner into the 1900s.

All of this suggests I should have plenty of DNA matches to choose from, even if the connection is a bit remote at half-fifth cousin.

But there's a problem. Betsy is steaming even further into the future. With Betsy, her eldest daughter Mary and eldest granddaughter Mary Jane all dying by 1890, the phrase 'accelerated lives' comes into my head. Benjamin's half-niece has become a great-grandmother and died, yet Benjamin is still alive.

Betsy's great-great-grandchildren are the same age as Benjamin's grandchildren; she has slipped two full generations ahead. My mother would be the same generation but born nearly 70 years later. And on they race. Benjamin's grandchildren continue steadily until 1901. Three years later and the line of his forgotten sister Betsy is 3 generations further along.

Consequently my own generation are not cycling around the countryside and researching on their laptop. They are dead: long dead! Dorothy Blake (1904-1981) is unlikely to be taking a DNA test. Chances are we are looking 3 generations down from me to Dorothy's great-grandson (born 1986). Such a person is separated from their ancestress Betsy by a whopping eight other people.

Benjamin's line meanwhile are content to dawdle, and to wait for the youngest to catch up. The eldest of my documented third cousins on this line Verna, born 1960 in Canada, belongs to seventh and youngest child William Haine Padfield. Betsy of course achieved this milestone back in 1904.

Not to confuse matters but Benjamin's brother Peter approximately midway between himself and Betsy is by 1960 a generation ahead of Benjamin. Peter also by about 1950 has begun to overtake Benjamin by sheer number of descendants despite having had only 5 grandchildren surviving versus Benjamin's 50. The "Peter" effect is partly attributable to very fertile moves overseas (Australia and Canada) as well perhaps as to some early deaths which meant they were less well provided for, and had to make their own way in the world.

The "Betsy" effect is counter-intuitive. I would have thought that sheer weight of descendants would mean we were overwhelmed with DNA matches. Not a single person from the huge Plumley tribe of Betsy's granddaughter Mary Jane (1837-1890) are showing up. Mind you these are Londoners, not based say in Utah, where numbers of those testing are far higher. I hadn't appreciated how much the 'fast-moving dying generations' were costing us.

Betsy was survived by her mother 13 years and we can read about her mother as this is recorded in Benjamin's Journal. There was an aunt who attained 80 and is living surrounded by grandchildren in the 1841 census. I can actually trace DNA matches more comfortably to the aunt than I can for Betsy.

Coming up to 200 years since she died, leaving no apparent trace in our family's written record, and with her DNA fast disappearing from her descendants as they gallop through their alloted generations.

Do we really think it's time to say that Betsy's Best Forgotten?

Ancestry ProTools

Not having ProTools has been an interesting mental challenge these last few years.

Now they're here, what mysteries have they resolved for me on my family tree?

The 101th person on my matchlist, Dorothy, 29cM had been bugging me. No tree, distinctive Scottish-sounding name. She was a 295cM match to Anne great-great-granddaughter of William Rodda (1799) whose family left Cornwall for Australia. Anne was just 16cM to me but ThruLines had cottoned on to the Rodda link. Actually it had linked the Roddas wrongly, but luckily for me I knew I descended from William Rodda's sister Mary (1808).

Teasing apart those Cornish Roddas hadn't proved easy, and like a hungry tiger I tend to bite off a leg of the tree at a time and then allow that to digest for a couple of years before resuming the meal.

So I am pretty sure that Dorothy is a descendant of William Rodda, and had maybe died this year in Australia, but more than that I'm not sure I could venture to suggest just yet.

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The Harrises of Montana were laughing at me. Several children of one 'James Harris' had married there around the turn of the century. I knew that they were from Cornwall and they were all DNA matches. Grandpa's grandma was born a Harris in Cornwall in 1837. This Janie Harris had married at Butte, Montana in 1896 to Mr Lawrence and their great-granddaughter 'Paula' was a high DNA match to us, but who was she?

Luckily ProTools came to the rescue. Paula was shown to be a whopping 95 centimorgans to Marlene over in Canada, and tip-toeing through the tree Marlene turns out to be great-granddaughter of Sarah Harris born 1853 in Camborne, Cornwall. More than likely 3rd cousin to Paula.

Now I'd probably have ignored Marlene but thanks to her evidence we've pretty much locked in James Harris as being born 1845 in Camborne, and several person-hours later, his family tree is super tight and tidy. I still have some questions, like why did his daughter Elizabeth stop being Bessie, and his daughter Beatrice become Bessie instead. And why was it necessary for Janie to be born Eliza Jane.

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ProTools has given me some helpful negative results too. After all these years, I really don't think many descendants of Henry Vyvyan Olver and his wife Mary Ann 'Mellieux' have bothered DNA testing. Any that have are not showing up with close matches across any of the kits the wider cousinhood manage.

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At 12 centimorgans, I bag my very own descendant of Mary Lane as a personal match to me. This is a big deal as she was born out of wedlock in 1808 in Somerset, and the Bastardy Bond (official document) had named my ancestor Thomas Creed as her father. I believe this to be true. Mary's family took a very different track from the rest and this is a nice personal touch for my tree. Incidentally she marries as 'Ann'! The match has not got much of a bio but I could lock him down as a relly thanks to him sharing 184 centimorgans with a known someone (on another matchlist) - revealed by ProTools. Trying not to use the word 'match' 400 times in one sentence. We need a thesaurus!

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Also harking back to the time of Trafalgar, the baptism of Mary Lucas (1804) at Baltonsborough had caused me consternation for years. I had accepted a while back that she was always thereafter known as 'Sarah', though whether this was a clerical error (see previous paragraph) or a volte-face by her parents I do not know. She dies before the 1851 census but one of her children is living with her widowed father in 1841, so I had long suspected. And her son Lucas was baptised as of Westholme, Pilton, same as a likely aunt. The Lucases were related to the Austins who brought rabbits to Australia accidentally-on-purpose.

For years we've had a match named Maria who descends from the Mary/Sarah Lucas person. I've always thought 'how lovely' but had pencilled it away with 'needs more proof'. Well Maria's match B____ is herself a reasonably close match (thanks ProTools) to a chap called Ivor. Ivor has no tree whatseover and is just 10 centimorgans to us but I recognised him straight away as being a descendant of Mary/Sarah's youngest sister born 1819 - who we happen to know was victim of a most unpleasant husband thanks to a granddaughter's memoir which bravely records the domestic violence she endured.

In an ideal world I'd like to demonstrate the descent of B____ from this family group, but that's not on the cards for any time soon.

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ProTools still won't show me zero centimorgan matches who form part of the cluster - great pity as this would prevent foolish errors in barking down the wrong family line when working with unknown parentage (one still has to get screenshots from helpful cousins). This was formerly available some years ago in USA as DNA Circles.

ProTools still won't show me 'other side of the moon'/360 degree visibility, i.e. those who are related to a person on AncestryDNA via one of their other family groups. But I wouldn't expect it to, really.

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Mustn't forget the Earl of Stamford! My dear 7th cousin kindly let me take a peek at their matchlist: our ancestors being nail-makers and rabbit farmers from in and around Kinver in Staffordshire. They have a 71cM match MrK (downweighted from 89cM) who along with his cousin I really could not 'place' in the family tree. I wondered if there had been a 'misattributed paternity' event somewhere down the line in Birmingham. ProTools pushed that theory into the hedge.

It found a quiet but helpful match named Lily, who at 17cM was rather low down the list. Yet she was 114cM to MrK. I could now see that their common ancestor was ostensibly the child of John Davenport (1801-45) and his extremely posh-sounding wife (born in fancy London she even had a middle name). John had a fascinating life as Steward to the Grey family of Enville Hall, the earl being grandson of a duke. Davenport's will is witnessed by the under butler. It was a Saturday so he can't have been very well. Ah the newspapers say it was suicide, with a musket, 'despite owning considerably property' in his own right.

Some more digging and actually the match Lily is a direct descendant of the gamekeeper by his wife (situation muddied as the Davies family really really hated getting married), so we don't have complex rivalry from 1837 to try to process. One of the other Davies kids would grow up to be footman at Stourton Castle before nearly marrying my relative and disappearing into thin air.

The gamekeeper was not only a pall-bearer to the steward, but also gave evidence at the inquest per Worcester Herald 1 March 1845.

None of these people would be of interest to me at all, had Sarah Brasier age about 8 not travelled on foot or in a cart six miles north of Kinver to her new home near, possibly in, the Green Man, Swindon. She later met a man working on the canal, which you could hardly miss as fewer than 100 yards from the pub, and age 16 married him at Dudley Top Church on Christmas Day 1767. Ultimately she left the county entirely and died we know not where, but she did bequeath us some of her Staffordshire genes.

We hope to find the answers to more nineteenth century puzzles lying hid in the DNA.

If there's any postscripts, I'll place them here.

The family of Jonathan Gee, the canal-builder

Jonathan Gee was baptised in 8 May 1743 in the parish of Hyde, Cheshire, the son of Nathaniel Gee. An older boy named Jonathan had been baptised there on 11 May 1737 to the same couple, but he had died. (This boy by pure fluke is literally within touching distance of his brother on the same page of closely written baptisms.)

The parish registers do not give the mother's name.

There are several possible marriages for Nathaniel Gee:

Nathaniel Gee married 30 Dec 1734 to Mary Brundrett (widow), both of Manchester

Nathaniel Gee married 17 Jan 1721 at Stockport to Sarah Benison

Helping with our decisions is the following list of baptisms in the area:

George Gee baptised 1 Jun 1722 Stockport to Nathaniel and Sarah

Sarah Gee baptised 15 Nov 1723 Stockport to Nathaniel and Sarah

Mary Gee baptised 29 Apr 1726 Stockport to Nathaniel

Hannah Gee baptised 27 Aug 1733 Hyde Presbyterian Chapel to Nathaniel and Sarah of Werneth

Jonathan Gee baptised 11 May 1737 Hyde Presbyterian Chapel son of Nathaniel, weaver at Werneth

Jonathan Gee baptised 8 May 1743 Hyde Presbyterian Chapel son of Nathaniel of Werneth

In the 1700s and 1800s it was not unusual for a brood of children to be born over a period of twenty years. When I first started family history I thought that was impossible. It is certainly a bit odd that the best candidate for Jonathan's parents married 22 years prior to his birth. But we can see that the move from Stockport to Hyde does rather account for a break in the family (1726-33), and the youngest Jonathan is a typical 'late child', perhaps occasioned by the onset of the menopause, forgive the modern biological intrusion.

There may be further children baptised at some place or chapel unknown in the years 1726-33, where perhaps records have not survived.

The name Gee is staggeringly common in the area, with the settlement of Gee's Cross sending all our compasses, spinning just around the corner. Nathaniel Gee the preacher and school-teacher of Dukinfield is not thought to be the same man. A couple named Nathaniel and Martha Gee are having children in Gorton, Manchester in the 1740s, and a dreadfully stubborn set of online trees are now 'recommended' by Ancestry as being Jonathan's parents. Ours is not to reason why.

Nathaniel Gee features in a tax assessment of Werneth 1785, but this was a hatter of Romiley, our Nathaniel had perhaps already died in 1780. We ran aground somewhat on the sheer popularity of the name in the area. He is certainly named in the will of his brother-in-law Jonathan Bennison, innkeeper at Werneth, 1749 which is available here: https://www.findmypast.co.uk/transcript?id=GBPRS%2FCHS%2F748053455

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We can assume that Jonathan had some technical aptitude, learnt at his father's knee. (There is a Scottish engineer whose name escapes me presently, that combined the efforts in his workshop with babysitting his orphan son, by having the son on one knee.)

A quick search suggests that Stockport, Macclesfield, Bollington and Congleton were silk-weaving towns, aided in time by the presence of the rivers Dane, Bollin, Dean and Goyt to provide a moist environment and power to drive a mill's waterwheel. It appears that cotton was not imported to Britain until the 1750s.

My guess is Jonathan (1742) might have had a lucky break working on one of the early canals in the Manchester area, perhaps the Bridgewater Canal, 1759 (act of parliament) -1761 (grand opening of at least part of the route).

The first documented canal on which Jonathan worked as a contractor was the Staffordshire & Worcestershire Canal 1766-1771, a full 75 miles south of his home town. It really doesn't appear that Jonathan will be heading back to Cheshire. He was to forge great friendships and partnerships with Midlands men, particularly Thomas Dadford Sr and Jr, a Catholic family from Wolverhampton.

Further reading about Jonathan, and the work of the canal contractor (part gang-master, part engineer-in-waiting) compiled by Peter Cross-Rudkin, is available here - I also append a link to Thomas Dadford's entry, featuring Jonathan, in the Biographical Dictionary of Civil Engineers in Great Britain and Ireland (2002):

https://www.rchs.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2016/08/J207_27-Canal-Contractors.pdf
https://booksc.eu/book/53010505/bd477f
https://books.google.co.uk/books?id=jeOMfpYMOtYC&pg=PA166

"The Staffordshire & Worcestershire Canal runs through softly undulating West Midlands countryside. It skirts around the edges of Birmingham without ever becoming truly urban."

What a beautiful description.

It was here, at lock 17-19, Marsh to Hinksford, that Jonathan met his bride, Sarah Brasier of the village of Swindon, in the parish of Wombourne. Swindon today sits right on the canal, and the Green Man public house is waiting for your custom. I have a photograph of my muddy feet in the pub (February 2018) after a cold walk from Kinver, six miles south. The public house was associated with the Brasier family.

Sarah Brasier had been baptised at Kinver on 19 September 1751, and popped onto my screen in October 2017. She then bore the distinction of being the youngest known of my 256 6xgreat-grandparents, though that crown has since slipped in favour of her son's mother-in-law (one Millicent Marsden, q.v. infra). It was appealing to note that bus number 256 will take one from Stourbridge to the parish church of Wombourne in 2018, and that was very approximately 256 years since Sarah had walked as a young girl the dusty route north from Kinver to the new home at Swindon, in the parish of Wombourne.

As befits Sarah being one of my youngest forebears, she was only 16 when she married at St Thomas "Top Church" in Dudley on Christmas Day, 1767. Her brother and sister had both fled the nest earlier the same year, marrying on the Same Day as each other - at St Thomas, and at Halesowen.

The Gee children were baptised at a healthy variety of places around the country, a sustained stint near Killamarsh being the construction of the Norwood Tunnel, now permanently out-of-commission, on the Chesterfield Canal. This list is not complete and several of the children seem to have had rather unsavoury offspring. The two eldest feature in a mini-treatise on DNA, below.

* Nathaniel Gee 1768 West Bromwich (m 1791 Chesterfield and 1794 Sheffield)
* Sarah Gee 1770 Wombourne (mother's name given as Elizabeth which has confused seemingly everybody) (m 1789 Wolverhampton)
* William Gee c 1772 Hartshorne Yorkshire
* Jonathan Gee 1776 Eckington Derbyshire: helpfully names a son Nathaniel in ~1808 (after his late uncle)
* John Gee 1778 Eckington Derbyshire
* Thomas Gee 1780 Eckington Derbyshire (buried 1787 Killamarsh?)
* Sarah Gee 1783 Killamarsh Derbyshire (had an illegitimate child locally)
* James Gee 1787 Killamarsh Derbyshire
* James Gee 1792 Cadoxton-juxta-Neath, Glamorganshire
* John Gee 1795 Cadoxton-juxta-Neath, Glamorganshire

Several of the sons were sometimes listed as 'boatmen', Nathaniel (1768) certainly owned a boat on the Chesterfield Canal in the 1790s per the Chesterfield Canal Archive compiled by Christine Richardson: https://www.chesterfieldcanalarchive.co.uk/

Jonathan worked in later life on the Neath Canal in Wales, and I will append a photograph of myself walking its path in summer 2018. There had been a lull in canal-building in the years post-American Independence (1776), so in the 1780s Jonathan may have been kicking his heels amid the foundries of the Derbyshire, which later provided work (and opportunity for murder) for his sons and grandsons.

The 1790s saw the younger family members head to Wales: we don't know if the Neath Canal was built on the back of grief of the loss of his wife Sarah, as her end is not known. The records shine brightly sometimes and then withdraw quickly into historical darkness once more.

Jonathan is buried 18 Jun 1817 as from the Riddings, at Alfreton, and we have not the faintest idea what happened to his wife Sarah. Perhaps she survived him and repaired to the home of their eldest daughter at Raddle Hall, Broseley, or was she lost somewhere in Wales many years earlier, in a burial ground with no surviving (non-comformist) records? More probably.

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DNA. A surprise all these years later is that we have documented DNA from the Gee family, and quite possibly from the Brasiers too.

Line 1 HENRY: Thomas Brasier 1742 - Sarah 1776- Henry Newton 1800 Cradley Heath

Line 2 HANNAH: Sarah Brasier 1751- Nathaniel Gee 1768- Hannah Gee 1792 Chesterfield

Line 3 THOMAS: Sarah Brasier 1751- Nathaniel Gee 1768- Thomas Gee c 1802 Chesterfield

Line 4 JOHN: Sarah Brasier 1751- Hannah Gee 1770- John Turton c 1795 Broseley Shropshire

I descend from Hannah Gee (1792), and there is a single segment of DNA on chromosome seven, which is shared by several Brasier descendants from the four lines identified above. So far we are aware of one or two representatives from each line, but it would naturally be wonderful to learn more about our Brasier origins.

Rather charmingly, John Brasier (father of Thomas and Sarah and their sister Mary), leaves his rabbit warren at Checkhill Common to a family member, as well as a number of implements of nail-making.

We are very fortunate to have such well documented ancestry in South Staffordshire, an area well worth a visit, though I would recommend warmer weather than my visit of February (2018).

Second cousins of my grandparents: a window on times past and right now the present

No question I have fond thoughts of my grandparents. They (mostly) lived in my era, and they also lived in the previous, fascinating, era of the early-mid twentieth century. They knew older people. All four grew up in towns. But even towns weren't that industrial back in the previous generation. Before long you are back in the countryside, which feels a healthier place to research, and definitely easier, even if the lives they lived back then are more illusory. My own history on farms and rural landscapes around Britain in 1990s informs my view, as does the many diaries I've read, some published, some not. The January Man (2018) and Village School (1955) and others just about get us back to this epoch.

Grandparents' second cousins  - they give me a full tour. So let's hop on.

Maternal grandfather (born 1925); these are the second cousins of his I met: Doris Prosser-Evans (first contact 1991 near Swansea), Tom Davies (at his caravan on the Exe estuary 1992), Annie Powell (as I came off the hills 1995 Morriston), Richard Lamont Shugg (missed him 1990s), Barbara Vanstone (c. 1998 Plymouth she's genetically closer than the third cousin that she really is), Jean Hewitt (c. 1998 Weston-super-Mare). I corresponded with several more. And then the final surprise of Hazel by post in about 2004, the final link, granddaughter of the mysterious 'Mrs Hubbard' on our family tree, 15 years before DNA finally confirmed that connection. Her death in 2019 brings down the lights on this generation.

Tom had worked for many years as a pharmacist, with his first day of work age 20 being when war broke out (1939). He and his wife were the first generation to have this thing called retirement, and were contented to be travelling down to the Exe estuary in their caravan.

Maternal grandmother (born 1921); these are the second cousins of hers that I met on the maternal side: Joan Waldron (by post and phone only 1992); Anita Hardenburg (1999 Leatherhead); Mary Lintott (1999 St Albans); Florence Headworth (via son 2006); May Smith (2014 Romford). I didn't meet Florence Headworth but she passed useful messages to me. Then on the paternal side: Dick Padfield (by post and phone only 1992); Hilda Hunt (ditto); Kingsley Padfield (2000 Ashford Kent), and a few others by post, grandchildren of the highly mustached William Haine Padfield (born 1849). The list of the 'missing' on this line is as compelling: Philip Bell, who closed the extraordinary Bell saga in USA, 1977 Oregon, leaving my grandmother as his closest living relative. Also featuring in my blog 'end of the line' is Treasure Peach (third cousin twice over) who had the horrific duty of burning his history, as his line would close no heirs. Muriel House (1895-1993) another third cousin twice over, was '98 and living in Toowoomba' and probably met my grandmother's great-great-uncle Haine in another century and another lifetime. We think there is just one second cousin remaining - sole representative of more than fifty grandchildren - living in Northamptonshire.

May Smith grew up in a close-knit community of streets in Bethnal Green - all now gone, her own mother of Huguenot descent being born in the same property. She was a 'Cockney'. She recounted many of the people that lived in her street in the 1939 register, as well as details of the caravanning they had around Northamptonshire with the extended family. The closest she came to our shared Norfolk ancestry was going to visit Diss in Norfolk where her hard-working father had been born, but on getting home they realised it wasn't Diss, it was Deopham!

Paternal grandfather (born 1902); second cousins were a distant dream for this Irish grandfather, with the earliest mutual forebear being born about 1790. (One such cousin was a potato farmer's wife in northern Maine, long since deceased.) However, an old notebook revealed in 2004 that Loretta Brodie, ancient retired telegraphist, in South Boston USA, from the 1790 line, was likely still alive in 1970. In fact she was not-dead-yet in 2004, but this fact only emerged later. I have now seen the beautiful gravestone she prepared for herself and her family. In 2015, I found a former neighbour, up a ladder, of another second cousin, Peggy (South Boston too), but she had died some time prior. Against the odds though, with a helping hand from Irish late motherhood, a second cousin named Geraldine was living in Massachusetts, little did I know, but this connection was only revealed some years later through DNA after she had died. Old father time has snatched further connections from me, but that's ok, we are going back a lot of years, and have grabbed a few things from him too. We're even.

Maternal grandmother (born 1905); considering her cousins pre-dated Mussolini and Maynard Keynes, I expected nothing on this line: her second cousins in Liverpool, the Draycotts, were long gone. Due to a rejuvenated great-uncle (born 1836), my research led to a surprise second cousin John Ingledow (1921) who I believe I did hear from by email in about the year 2005. I learnt too late that others from this line had recently passed away in Manchester, at an advanced age. Grandma's remaining three grandparents had no siblings, or so I had thought. Then in about 2006 it emerged great-aunt Mary Ann had a young son Walter Gregory living with her, but oh blow! he was eventually identified as a step-grandson. So Grandma's mother Henrietta had NO first cousins, and that was that!

Except in 2021, when the identity of Henrietta's birth grandfather was identified through DNA. Astonishingly, Dorothy and Irene Potts (born 1920s), his legitimate great-grandchildren, appear to be still alive in Canada (2022), in their twilight years. They are grandma's half-second cousins, and a great place to conclude. There will be no more chapters.

Collectively these folk are the vessels by which our 3rd great-grandparents and their history have poured down to us.