I've gone plain crazy. Glimmers of three certificates today have sent me into a spiral of certificate-buying. I seem to have decided to purchase certificates for every single one of my ancestors. Surely there can't be that many, I hear you argue.
Well... of the list below, where the button has been depressed, we include some 5xgreat-grandparents, of whom I have, ahem, 128.
Deaths ordered:
Ann Harris 1860 Redruth age 78
Francis Harris 1855 Redruth age 74
Margaret Rapson 1846 Penzance age 83
Henry Lowry 1852 Truro age 85?
Elizabeth Rodda 1840 Penzance age 64
William Francis 1874 Swansea age 74
Mary Evans 1845 Newport age 100
Martha Creed 1868 Shepton Mallet age 82
Joseph Barnett 1856 Ulverston age 88?
John Charlton 1840 Hexham age 78? - his x-chromosome is disproportionally inherited by my sisters
Ann Charlton 1846 Hexham age 85+
Margaret Moses 1850 East Ward age 90
Ann Charlton is interesting, her daughter Ann had died long ago, as had Ann's son John, leaving John's daughter Ann (my 2xgreat-grandmother), who also descends from both John and Margaret. Margaret Moses was Scottish, so I have my ears open for anything on the certificate which gives away her birthplace.
My Cornish/Welsh grandfather takes the biscuit with the number of certificates I'm ordering for him (6). Altogether I'm getting the death certificates for six 5xgreats, five 4xgreats, and a common-or-garden 3xgreat. Fingers crossed for interesting results.
13 Nov 2016
Timeline of deaths in South Wales, mid-Victorian era
Family of William Francis and and his wife of South Wales
As a beginner family historian, armed with the family bible entries, I couldn't understand why these nice great-uncles of my grandfather, born in the 1840s, weren't in the 1881 census. They should be! In the words of Private Eye: 'there must be shome mishtake'.
Ironically, it wasn't smelly old Merthyr Tydfil which killed off these kids, it was new-fangled Briton Ferry - at the mouth of the Tawe it was right in the centre of fumes from every direction, ships, coal-burning, metal-wroughting.
In 1855, the family take their depleted tribe up the valley to Swansea.
1838 Thomas born Merthyr - SURVIVES
1841 David born Merthyr- sorry folks
1843 Rebecca born Merthyr- sorry folks
1846 William born Merthyr - sorry folks
1848 Mary born Briton Ferry - SURVIVES
1849 (d) William dies Briton Ferry age 3
1853 Margaret born Briton Ferry - sorry folks
1853 and (d) David dies Briton Ferry age 12 (same quarter)
1855 (d) Rebecca dies Swansea age 11
1855 (d) Margaret dies Briton Ferry age 2 (same year)
1855 - family move to Swansea
1858/9 (m) Thomas marries Swansea
1861 only Mary left at home but written as 'Margaret'
1868 (d) mother Blanche dies Swansea age 57
1870 (m) Mary marries Bishop Auckland area
1872 (d) Mary's son dies in Sunderland
1872 (m) father William remarries Bishop Auckland area (same year)
1873 (d) Mary's husband dies at Marksbury
1874 (d) father William dies Swansea
1875 (m) Mary remarries Swansea (as 'spinster')
(recorded wrongly in the family bible as Mr Hubbard)
1876 Mary's daughter born Swansea
1877 Mary's son born Sunderland (survives)
1878 (d) cousin Jane Raine dies at Sunderland age 28
1880 Mary moves with her family to Clapham, London for 10 years. She will later return to Wales.
Thomas has 6 children of whom 3 have issue
Mary has 4 surviving children from the second marriage, all of whom have a lot of issue
As a beginner family historian, armed with the family bible entries, I couldn't understand why these nice great-uncles of my grandfather, born in the 1840s, weren't in the 1881 census. They should be! In the words of Private Eye: 'there must be shome mishtake'.
Ironically, it wasn't smelly old Merthyr Tydfil which killed off these kids, it was new-fangled Briton Ferry - at the mouth of the Tawe it was right in the centre of fumes from every direction, ships, coal-burning, metal-wroughting.
In 1855, the family take their depleted tribe up the valley to Swansea.
1838 Thomas born Merthyr - SURVIVES
1841 David born Merthyr- sorry folks
1843 Rebecca born Merthyr- sorry folks
1846 William born Merthyr - sorry folks
1848 Mary born Briton Ferry - SURVIVES
1849 (d) William dies Briton Ferry age 3
1853 Margaret born Briton Ferry - sorry folks
1853 and (d) David dies Briton Ferry age 12 (same quarter)
1855 (d) Rebecca dies Swansea age 11
1855 (d) Margaret dies Briton Ferry age 2 (same year)
1855 - family move to Swansea
1858/9 (m) Thomas marries Swansea
1861 only Mary left at home but written as 'Margaret'
1868 (d) mother Blanche dies Swansea age 57
1870 (m) Mary marries Bishop Auckland area
1872 (d) Mary's son dies in Sunderland
1872 (m) father William remarries Bishop Auckland area (same year)
1873 (d) Mary's husband dies at Marksbury
1874 (d) father William dies Swansea
1875 (m) Mary remarries Swansea (as 'spinster')
(recorded wrongly in the family bible as Mr Hubbard)
1876 Mary's daughter born Swansea
1877 Mary's son born Sunderland (survives)
1878 (d) cousin Jane Raine dies at Sunderland age 28
1880 Mary moves with her family to Clapham, London for 10 years. She will later return to Wales.
Thomas has 6 children of whom 3 have issue
Mary has 4 surviving children from the second marriage, all of whom have a lot of issue
101 year old Mary. Bit of a surprise.
Rooting around the Evans siblings in Rogerstone, there wasn't much to go on. My 4xgreat-grandma had 'married out' way back at the time of Trafalgar. Her brother was living underneath the railway bridge and had a grandson born in Bristol. Doggedly following this clue led me to the following census return for 1841, which I'd very definitely missed.
It explains why I couldn't find Thomas Evans in this year, as he's recorded the Welsh way as Thomas Charles (patronymic for his father). It took me quite some time to work out what I was seeing. Ann Jenkins is his daughter, whose son was born in Bristol back in January. And Mary Evans age 95 (is it?) would be his mother. As for John Lewis, well he could be an older half-brother. And John Lewis, the tinplate manufacturer (who had a riot at his door two years before) could even be Mary's grandson!
There is a corresponding burial for Mary Evans age 101, four years later (1845) with the address given of Pye Corner, Rogerstone. Looking at the burials, all the other family members slot in, including Thomas at Railway Cottage, Pie Corner. Phew - so not exactly sleeping under the railway bridge after all.
Curiously, dad Charles Evans's burial matches a likely baptism in the town of Newport (3.5 miles away). The family are utterly determined that Mary was 101, recording her death at age 100, and census 95 or 96. If this is true, then when the couple married, around 1777, Charles would be barely 21 and Mary would be 32 - possibly the widow of this Mr Lewis.
The Evans tree has sat on my website for quite some time with no real news, so this boon is quite something. I hope an element of it has made its way into the newspapers. Mary would be 46 when she had the twins Blanche and Margaret (1792). But then, anything's possible.
It explains why I couldn't find Thomas Evans in this year, as he's recorded the Welsh way as Thomas Charles (patronymic for his father). It took me quite some time to work out what I was seeing. Ann Jenkins is his daughter, whose son was born in Bristol back in January. And Mary Evans age 95 (is it?) would be his mother. As for John Lewis, well he could be an older half-brother. And John Lewis, the tinplate manufacturer (who had a riot at his door two years before) could even be Mary's grandson!
Curiously, dad Charles Evans's burial matches a likely baptism in the town of Newport (3.5 miles away). The family are utterly determined that Mary was 101, recording her death at age 100, and census 95 or 96. If this is true, then when the couple married, around 1777, Charles would be barely 21 and Mary would be 32 - possibly the widow of this Mr Lewis.
The Evans tree has sat on my website for quite some time with no real news, so this boon is quite something. I hope an element of it has made its way into the newspapers. Mary would be 46 when she had the twins Blanche and Margaret (1792). But then, anything's possible.
7 Nov 2016
The lady Doris was on about, or, The Constantinople Connection
My grandfather, some years deceased, had an old schoolmistress who was born in 1902 in Morriston, Swansea. Due to a strange chink in time's portal and a thorough polish of the time machine, I was able to meet this lady and chat to her about the family history.
It feels like only yesterday I was asking about her grandfather John Harris (born 1841) and she told me... Well, I mustn't bore you with all that old sort of stuff.
She told me that her grandfather bought some land just outside the area and transferred it to her parents, which meant that clever Doris was able to qualify for attending a much better school. And so she began her own journey up life's ladder like a sturdy pit pony climbing out of the mine. (Ed: Did ponies really climb ladders?)
The name Reynolds first surfaced in 1992 with a letter in the post from Doris's daughter, Sue. She enclosed a transcript of the family bible including the death of Jane Reynolds in 1870 age 35, from, I subsequently discovered, phthisis (TB). I gaily dashed off to the census rooms and located the family at Brynnewydd a nice house in Sketty, Swansea where Mr Reynolds was the gardener. I located their only son William who had oddly gone back to Cornwall and made his life there, with no living descendants. Case closed?
Er, no. Something Doris had said never really added up. I put it to the back of my mind for another 25 years.
Until today. The GRO indexes are released, November 2016, and are hereunto described as the Index. I idly plugged in Reynolds maiden name Rodda into its facility, and out shot three tasty morsels:
* Richard Stephens Reynolds born 1861 Swansea
* William Reynolds born 1863 Swansea
* Eliza Jane Reynolds born 1865 Swansea
Of course, I expected to find deaths in infancy for all these three, with the exception of William, of whom we knew his next steps.
No!! They do not appear with their widowed father in 1871 at Brynewydd, who is still grieving and in fact has no kids at home at all. They are similarly not there in 1881, with the exception of 'only child' William - how wrong was I about that.
All three kids were sent pretty much straight away after their mother's death (1870) back down to their paternal grandparents Mr and Mr Thomas Reynolds in Penzance. The boys settled in there, listed as 'Richard S Hall', and (barely visible) 'Willie Reynolds' born 'Wales', while the girl goes to Thomas's married daughter Mrs Truscott a few yards away with her husband and grown daughters.
Richard S. Reynolds is bound to the Kate Helena, a Merchant vessel, and its master John Bowen at the age of 15, in Swansea. He passes his second-mate certificate at 21 and is travelling from Odessa to Constantinople across the Black Sea in 1882 when he is taken ill. Dying of a heart condition, his last moments are in the pristine white-washed walls of a hospital in Constantinople.
(The heart condition passes down the line and attacks at random some other times in succeeding generations. None so badly affecting a young man in his prime at the height of Victorian super-powers.)
Eliza Jane Reynolds, the unheard-of daughter, drops dead at 20, in Penzance, quite possibly from the same toxic heart condition. The year is 1886.
Casting my mind back to my chat with Doris, born just 16 years after this time, and it all makes sense. She was telling me about a young female member of the Reynolds family (who would be a second cousin of her mother), who died young, and for whom a photograph existed. It didn't fit the script as I knew it back then, so she was parked in some spare brain cells while a quarter of a century rolled by.
Eliza - I have not seen your photograph but I know that one existed.
Index - I thank you for unveiling these important characters in the tree.
It feels like only yesterday I was asking about her grandfather John Harris (born 1841) and she told me... Well, I mustn't bore you with all that old sort of stuff.
She told me that her grandfather bought some land just outside the area and transferred it to her parents, which meant that clever Doris was able to qualify for attending a much better school. And so she began her own journey up life's ladder like a sturdy pit pony climbing out of the mine. (Ed: Did ponies really climb ladders?)
The name Reynolds first surfaced in 1992 with a letter in the post from Doris's daughter, Sue. She enclosed a transcript of the family bible including the death of Jane Reynolds in 1870 age 35, from, I subsequently discovered, phthisis (TB). I gaily dashed off to the census rooms and located the family at Brynnewydd a nice house in Sketty, Swansea where Mr Reynolds was the gardener. I located their only son William who had oddly gone back to Cornwall and made his life there, with no living descendants. Case closed?
Er, no. Something Doris had said never really added up. I put it to the back of my mind for another 25 years.
Until today. The GRO indexes are released, November 2016, and are hereunto described as the Index. I idly plugged in Reynolds maiden name Rodda into its facility, and out shot three tasty morsels:
* Richard Stephens Reynolds born 1861 Swansea
* William Reynolds born 1863 Swansea
* Eliza Jane Reynolds born 1865 Swansea
Of course, I expected to find deaths in infancy for all these three, with the exception of William, of whom we knew his next steps.
No!! They do not appear with their widowed father in 1871 at Brynewydd, who is still grieving and in fact has no kids at home at all. They are similarly not there in 1881, with the exception of 'only child' William - how wrong was I about that.
All three kids were sent pretty much straight away after their mother's death (1870) back down to their paternal grandparents Mr and Mr Thomas Reynolds in Penzance. The boys settled in there, listed as 'Richard S Hall', and (barely visible) 'Willie Reynolds' born 'Wales', while the girl goes to Thomas's married daughter Mrs Truscott a few yards away with her husband and grown daughters.
Richard S. Reynolds is bound to the Kate Helena, a Merchant vessel, and its master John Bowen at the age of 15, in Swansea. He passes his second-mate certificate at 21 and is travelling from Odessa to Constantinople across the Black Sea in 1882 when he is taken ill. Dying of a heart condition, his last moments are in the pristine white-washed walls of a hospital in Constantinople.
(The heart condition passes down the line and attacks at random some other times in succeeding generations. None so badly affecting a young man in his prime at the height of Victorian super-powers.)
Eliza Jane Reynolds, the unheard-of daughter, drops dead at 20, in Penzance, quite possibly from the same toxic heart condition. The year is 1886.
Casting my mind back to my chat with Doris, born just 16 years after this time, and it all makes sense. She was telling me about a young female member of the Reynolds family (who would be a second cousin of her mother), who died young, and for whom a photograph existed. It didn't fit the script as I knew it back then, so she was parked in some spare brain cells while a quarter of a century rolled by.
Eliza - I have not seen your photograph but I know that one existed.
Index - I thank you for unveiling these important characters in the tree.
Review of the new GRO index, November 2016
The all spangly new GRO index is hiding some gems. Whilst the index page is reminiscent of the Dark Ages, even the Venerable Bede would be pleased at the motherlode this shy database is hiding. Hereinafter this database shall be called the Index. You do need a login to proceed there.
Something weird was afoot in Bakewell Registration District, where my ancestors enjoyed many an 'early bath' courtesy of the haphazard hygiene and filthy water available there. A stonking 8.25% of births were registered without names, compared with just 2% in neighbouring Belper in the period being examined (1840s). I had thought that my Aunt Esther Fox was struggling with her particulars when she registered Nathan as Male, Ellen as Female, Sarah Ann as Female and then Caroline as Female. All these children survived so I am now blaming an overzealous parish council pushing people to get registering, even when names hadn't yet fallen fully into place.
I have confirmation now from the Index that the Fox children WERE registered, with mother's maiden name showing, but without a name, rather than not registered at all.
Emigrés. Several relatives begin families in England before heading off overseas. If they fail to 'clock in' at a census before they leave, we can easily miss folk. The Index captures them before they go.
Fact-checking. As a researcher I am full of reasons why things might have happened, and explanations which may or may not be correct. The Index has told me sadly, that uncle Arthur Smith began his child-siring career age 20, and it was this urgency, rather than doting affection for his 28 year-old bride, that caused the wedding bells to ring. He notched up 15 in the end according to the Index, and only wrapped it up as he needed to emigrate - by himself. The hard work in establishing who were Rachel's kids (blog), is all confirmed, too.
More fact-checking. I could see that the Whitehaven newspapers of 1869 were, as I predicted, wrong about the marital status of my Bridget Moon. Various Davies births in Merthyr Tydfil were similarly accepted. The crazy marital career of Eliza Creighton in Wellingborough is proven too - with many partners, varying locations and sons with the same name and vastly different futures, all needing untangling. One of these became a Barnardo's boy in Canada.
Sort it out! How embarrassing that I missed the death of my Ann Welch in Kent, 1862, out of the 92 available. It's easier to home in on her given that the Index specifies her age (51), which is new information, and significantly narrows the field. Ann's son-in-law survived until the 1940s when he was photographed with his great-granddaughter, who I yesterday informed of Ann's death. Clearly Ann had gone from Somerset to Kent to help her niece with young babies. The precise registration district and time-frames match.
Sort it out again! Blundering through the Young births of north Newcastle, I thought that Cecilia Young would be our relative, as she's called that in the 1911 census. Wrong! Her name was Celia and the Cecilia was somebody else. No wonder her great-niece put down the correspondence when I made this clanger. Thank you Index for illuminating me.
Ha-ha, what 1837 cut-off? I have no idea where my ancestral Barnett siblings married. James (1799) is very much married by 1837, BUT has plenty of children after this time with the mother's maiden name usefully revealed (it was Taylor). Agnes (1806) marries at about age twenty, and can we find where? Luckily her youngest child arrives after 1837 so we confirm her maiden name of Barnett, and lock down the relationship.
That don't help me much! My most puzzling Yorkshire rellie, Ann, born at Bedale in 1875 is confirmed with the mother's maiden name of Bagshaw. Can someone tell me how this helps me find her (it don't)? My great-grandmother's only cousin, Walter Gregory is born at Belper in the same year. Apparently *no* mother's maiden name is given, which is certainly ringing my alarm bells. Was he really who he said he was?
I see, sort of. Eleanor Jenkins from Aberdare's three daughters are all born with different surnames: Mary Monk in 1858, Gwenllian Thomas in 1865 and Elizabeth Jenkins in 1869. Thank you, Index. Mary Gwenllian Davies was definitely born in 1898 nearby. Martha Reeve was the name of the lady who left the policeman (Roberts) in Manchester, danced around Northamptonshire before choosing my violent relative Hugh to shackle down with on the Derbyshire/Cheshire border. She reverts to Mrs Roberts after his passing, but finally we spy her marriage - in Leeds - impossible without the Index.
I still see, sort of. Ahhh, naughty cousin Charlotte is pinned down to sexy Fleet, Hampshire for the birth of her illegitimate daughter in 1910. She fronted it out by deciding she was married. The entire family dodge the 1911 census. Arthur Sims born 1887 at Devonport is revealed as really being born at Shorncliffe Barracks.
Kiddies aren't us. Lots of couples are proved as having no children whatsoever, at any point.
How are you spelling that? Putting aside how the surnames were spelt, we seem to struggle with mother's maiden names. Mary Charlotte had the excuse of being 17 when she got married which isn't very many years to learn how to spell Carline. But this maiden name needed to be dusted down every year or so as the house filled with children (1880s Birkenhead). Carlyle, Carlisle, Cartyre and occasionally... Carline.
Please turn over your page for the biggest bombshell of all, the Constantinople Connection.
Check out this potentially useful helper here at Greasy Fork. Postscript: ordered six certificates with Greasy Fork's help.
Something weird was afoot in Bakewell Registration District, where my ancestors enjoyed many an 'early bath' courtesy of the haphazard hygiene and filthy water available there. A stonking 8.25% of births were registered without names, compared with just 2% in neighbouring Belper in the period being examined (1840s). I had thought that my Aunt Esther Fox was struggling with her particulars when she registered Nathan as Male, Ellen as Female, Sarah Ann as Female and then Caroline as Female. All these children survived so I am now blaming an overzealous parish council pushing people to get registering, even when names hadn't yet fallen fully into place.
I have confirmation now from the Index that the Fox children WERE registered, with mother's maiden name showing, but without a name, rather than not registered at all.
Emigrés. Several relatives begin families in England before heading off overseas. If they fail to 'clock in' at a census before they leave, we can easily miss folk. The Index captures them before they go.
Fact-checking. As a researcher I am full of reasons why things might have happened, and explanations which may or may not be correct. The Index has told me sadly, that uncle Arthur Smith began his child-siring career age 20, and it was this urgency, rather than doting affection for his 28 year-old bride, that caused the wedding bells to ring. He notched up 15 in the end according to the Index, and only wrapped it up as he needed to emigrate - by himself. The hard work in establishing who were Rachel's kids (blog), is all confirmed, too.
More fact-checking. I could see that the Whitehaven newspapers of 1869 were, as I predicted, wrong about the marital status of my Bridget Moon. Various Davies births in Merthyr Tydfil were similarly accepted. The crazy marital career of Eliza Creighton in Wellingborough is proven too - with many partners, varying locations and sons with the same name and vastly different futures, all needing untangling. One of these became a Barnardo's boy in Canada.
Sort it out! How embarrassing that I missed the death of my Ann Welch in Kent, 1862, out of the 92 available. It's easier to home in on her given that the Index specifies her age (51), which is new information, and significantly narrows the field. Ann's son-in-law survived until the 1940s when he was photographed with his great-granddaughter, who I yesterday informed of Ann's death. Clearly Ann had gone from Somerset to Kent to help her niece with young babies. The precise registration district and time-frames match.
Sort it out again! Blundering through the Young births of north Newcastle, I thought that Cecilia Young would be our relative, as she's called that in the 1911 census. Wrong! Her name was Celia and the Cecilia was somebody else. No wonder her great-niece put down the correspondence when I made this clanger. Thank you Index for illuminating me.
Ha-ha, what 1837 cut-off? I have no idea where my ancestral Barnett siblings married. James (1799) is very much married by 1837, BUT has plenty of children after this time with the mother's maiden name usefully revealed (it was Taylor). Agnes (1806) marries at about age twenty, and can we find where? Luckily her youngest child arrives after 1837 so we confirm her maiden name of Barnett, and lock down the relationship.
That don't help me much! My most puzzling Yorkshire rellie, Ann, born at Bedale in 1875 is confirmed with the mother's maiden name of Bagshaw. Can someone tell me how this helps me find her (it don't)? My great-grandmother's only cousin, Walter Gregory is born at Belper in the same year. Apparently *no* mother's maiden name is given, which is certainly ringing my alarm bells. Was he really who he said he was?
I see, sort of. Eleanor Jenkins from Aberdare's three daughters are all born with different surnames: Mary Monk in 1858, Gwenllian Thomas in 1865 and Elizabeth Jenkins in 1869. Thank you, Index. Mary Gwenllian Davies was definitely born in 1898 nearby. Martha Reeve was the name of the lady who left the policeman (Roberts) in Manchester, danced around Northamptonshire before choosing my violent relative Hugh to shackle down with on the Derbyshire/Cheshire border. She reverts to Mrs Roberts after his passing, but finally we spy her marriage - in Leeds - impossible without the Index.
I still see, sort of. Ahhh, naughty cousin Charlotte is pinned down to sexy Fleet, Hampshire for the birth of her illegitimate daughter in 1910. She fronted it out by deciding she was married. The entire family dodge the 1911 census. Arthur Sims born 1887 at Devonport is revealed as really being born at Shorncliffe Barracks.
Kiddies aren't us. Lots of couples are proved as having no children whatsoever, at any point.
How are you spelling that? Putting aside how the surnames were spelt, we seem to struggle with mother's maiden names. Mary Charlotte had the excuse of being 17 when she got married which isn't very many years to learn how to spell Carline. But this maiden name needed to be dusted down every year or so as the house filled with children (1880s Birkenhead). Carlyle, Carlisle, Cartyre and occasionally... Carline.
Please turn over your page for the biggest bombshell of all, the Constantinople Connection.
Check out this potentially useful helper here at Greasy Fork. Postscript: ordered six certificates with Greasy Fork's help.
15 Oct 2016
Who Exactly are Rachel's Kids? A 1911 Mystery.
Take a look at this pair of census entries lovingly curated for you.
The couple concerned marry in 1908 in Builth, and the 1939 register for Bristol, lately released, reveals a daughter Heddus Rachel born 1919 in Bristol (deceased), who suffered a family tragedy. We'd prefer not to contact this branch. Looking at the census we see that two children are listed, but where are they! They will be gone from the family home by 1939 and we do not have any family wills to help us. Also - the various obituaries for the Roberts family members in Bristol steadfastedly omit our missing two.
Combing through all the births in Builth Wells from 1908 to 1911 we home in on apparent 'twins' Eira and Melfyn Powell born early in 1911. Sure enough, neither one appears in the census with alternative parents, and Melfyn goes on to become a baptist minister with a connection to the Bath/Bristol area. This sounds highly likely as Rachel's brother and nephew were both baptist ministers in Bristol. Eira is a mystery until we find her marriage under 'Powel' which reveals her date of birth to be different from Melfyn's. So, not a twin after all. Coupled with the fact she stayed in Builth, she is eliminated.
So who is the missing (elder) sibling to Melfyn? We have just two likely years to search, births in 1909 and births in 1910, and this time we home in on BRISTOL.
I count up 27 possible Powell births in Bristol. I can eliminate Maurice Vyvyan Powell (1909) as he is an illegitimate relative on a completely different branch whose son used to live ten doors away from me. That just leaves 26. It's time to harness a splash of intuition to speed up the process.
Although many of these Powells in Bristol are likely to be of Welsh origin, mine had so recently left, their hair likely still smelt of Welsh rain. .... My main candidate slid rather than jumped off the page, being Gwenyth Joyce (1910), who it turned out was a full 16 months older than Melfyn despite her birth being registered just a year prior to his.
My weak theory that Gwenyth was the missing Powell gained traction when, like Melfyn, there was no trace of her in 1911. Finding her marriage in Bristol gave no extra bite as unlike the brother she was already born in Bristol, so the marriage was hardly proof.
Worriting away at Gwenyth and keeping her on the Searchlist eventually paid off. Whilst Gwenyth's address in 1939 appears to bear no relation to her 'mother''s address at the same time (in Baptist Mills), persistence was about to be rewarded. By the way, whoever said patience is a virtue was not a family historian - that sounds awfully too much like sitting around on your B-hind, while another's persistence and impatience is about to win through.
I had already gone deep with Gwenyth - finding her marriage, her 1939 entry, her husband's death (not easy given the name of Smith) and now I checked out her husband's probate entry.
Picture my surprise when we get a match.
In both cases, 1939 entry for Gwenyth's mother and 1963 entry for Gwenyth's husband - the same precise address is given: Seymour Road, Bishopston. Despite the married name of Smith, I have just found family members on Facebook, and there are both Scandinavian and Baptist connections (again) to bolster up the family tree.
All thanks to a couple of squiggles in 1911 indicating Rachel Powell, formerly Roberts, had unknown children born 'somewhere in the world' within a vague timespan.
Now to send a second letter to the Roberts family researcher who lives 5 miles away as I'd like to make contact there, and can only imagine my previous letter got eaten by a hungry hound.
Combing through all the births in Builth Wells from 1908 to 1911 we home in on apparent 'twins' Eira and Melfyn Powell born early in 1911. Sure enough, neither one appears in the census with alternative parents, and Melfyn goes on to become a baptist minister with a connection to the Bath/Bristol area. This sounds highly likely as Rachel's brother and nephew were both baptist ministers in Bristol. Eira is a mystery until we find her marriage under 'Powel' which reveals her date of birth to be different from Melfyn's. So, not a twin after all. Coupled with the fact she stayed in Builth, she is eliminated.
So who is the missing (elder) sibling to Melfyn? We have just two likely years to search, births in 1909 and births in 1910, and this time we home in on BRISTOL.
I count up 27 possible Powell births in Bristol. I can eliminate Maurice Vyvyan Powell (1909) as he is an illegitimate relative on a completely different branch whose son used to live ten doors away from me. That just leaves 26. It's time to harness a splash of intuition to speed up the process.
Although many of these Powells in Bristol are likely to be of Welsh origin, mine had so recently left, their hair likely still smelt of Welsh rain. .... My main candidate slid rather than jumped off the page, being Gwenyth Joyce (1910), who it turned out was a full 16 months older than Melfyn despite her birth being registered just a year prior to his.
My weak theory that Gwenyth was the missing Powell gained traction when, like Melfyn, there was no trace of her in 1911. Finding her marriage in Bristol gave no extra bite as unlike the brother she was already born in Bristol, so the marriage was hardly proof.
Worriting away at Gwenyth and keeping her on the Searchlist eventually paid off. Whilst Gwenyth's address in 1939 appears to bear no relation to her 'mother''s address at the same time (in Baptist Mills), persistence was about to be rewarded. By the way, whoever said patience is a virtue was not a family historian - that sounds awfully too much like sitting around on your B-hind, while another's persistence and impatience is about to win through.
I had already gone deep with Gwenyth - finding her marriage, her 1939 entry, her husband's death (not easy given the name of Smith) and now I checked out her husband's probate entry.
Picture my surprise when we get a match.
In both cases, 1939 entry for Gwenyth's mother and 1963 entry for Gwenyth's husband - the same precise address is given: Seymour Road, Bishopston. Despite the married name of Smith, I have just found family members on Facebook, and there are both Scandinavian and Baptist connections (again) to bolster up the family tree.
All thanks to a couple of squiggles in 1911 indicating Rachel Powell, formerly Roberts, had unknown children born 'somewhere in the world' within a vague timespan.
Now to send a second letter to the Roberts family researcher who lives 5 miles away as I'd like to make contact there, and can only imagine my previous letter got eaten by a hungry hound.
2 Oct 2016
Certificated: the Weapons of a Family Historian
You know when you just need to press 'play' on a project and get things moving. Seven certificates rolled their way up the drive last week and the intention was that they would lay to rest a couple of family mysteries.
I'm pretty happy with the results. There are one or two corners of the family tree where I have literally had to step from one certificate to another to make any progress, and the Jenkinses is one of them. It all started with Elizabeth Morton born 1814 in Newport, Monmouthshire who came to Abercanaid as a young girl with her dad, who built boats for the canal which ran down to Cardiff and the Bristol Channel. She quickly disappeared into the folds of the smoky town as Mrs Jenkins and we just catch a wisp of a cloak here and a deathbed scene, there. A bit of bloody-mindedness and charm helped us find her daughter, who died in childbirth age 28 and whose descendants have reshaped parts of Melbourne's familiar skyline, Australia. But what of the Jenkins boy? Four certificates later and I'm not exactly sure. What I do know is the grandson James Thomas Jenkins was a bit of a phoenix from the ashes. Losing his parents at an early age, he was adopted by a family in the Rhondda, and he worked his way up the ladder moving to the head of the valleys at Abercrave overlooking a lot of the smoke and organising musical evenings for the village folk.
Confusingly, his mother does actually turn up later on, but essentially J. T. had broken away. I'd never have found his only son except that a bit of helpful transcribed news gives his son's occupation as 'schoolmaster'. This has now given me an address for a grandson in London, thanks to the fourth certificate I ordered on this line.
In Manchester, Emma Davies born October 1873 was looking likely to marry in Pennington Methodist Church to a baker, Mr Fearn, but I needed proof that Emma was my relative. Sure enough, with the help of LancashireBMD to confirm the precise Emma and her location, I found only one lady who fitted. Her birthday matched the one she gave as Mrs Fearn 66 years later at the eve-of-war, 1939.
Also in Manchester, we lay to rest a cousin whose journeys have required much pondering. And down in southern England, it looks as if a lady we suspected as being 'very guilty' of some pieces of wartime shenanigans has at last been let off the hook.
I cannot justify any more certificate purchases currently, as the rest of the school of fishes are swimming along nicely and don't need any special coaxing to return to the fold.
I'm pretty happy with the results. There are one or two corners of the family tree where I have literally had to step from one certificate to another to make any progress, and the Jenkinses is one of them. It all started with Elizabeth Morton born 1814 in Newport, Monmouthshire who came to Abercanaid as a young girl with her dad, who built boats for the canal which ran down to Cardiff and the Bristol Channel. She quickly disappeared into the folds of the smoky town as Mrs Jenkins and we just catch a wisp of a cloak here and a deathbed scene, there. A bit of bloody-mindedness and charm helped us find her daughter, who died in childbirth age 28 and whose descendants have reshaped parts of Melbourne's familiar skyline, Australia. But what of the Jenkins boy? Four certificates later and I'm not exactly sure. What I do know is the grandson James Thomas Jenkins was a bit of a phoenix from the ashes. Losing his parents at an early age, he was adopted by a family in the Rhondda, and he worked his way up the ladder moving to the head of the valleys at Abercrave overlooking a lot of the smoke and organising musical evenings for the village folk.
Confusingly, his mother does actually turn up later on, but essentially J. T. had broken away. I'd never have found his only son except that a bit of helpful transcribed news gives his son's occupation as 'schoolmaster'. This has now given me an address for a grandson in London, thanks to the fourth certificate I ordered on this line.
In Manchester, Emma Davies born October 1873 was looking likely to marry in Pennington Methodist Church to a baker, Mr Fearn, but I needed proof that Emma was my relative. Sure enough, with the help of LancashireBMD to confirm the precise Emma and her location, I found only one lady who fitted. Her birthday matched the one she gave as Mrs Fearn 66 years later at the eve-of-war, 1939.
Also in Manchester, we lay to rest a cousin whose journeys have required much pondering. And down in southern England, it looks as if a lady we suspected as being 'very guilty' of some pieces of wartime shenanigans has at last been let off the hook.
I cannot justify any more certificate purchases currently, as the rest of the school of fishes are swimming along nicely and don't need any special coaxing to return to the fold.
18 Sept 2016
Illegitimacy and the Will of man
The most talked about will in our family conceals a multitude of factlets. It's the will of Mr Taylor of Morriston, Swansea penned 1913-1919. Cousin Alison and I triumphantly pose in the street where his house would have been (we thought), having no Money, but enjoying the free experience. "Where did it all go?", definitely got asked as a shower splashes through our chirpy photo.
The way some Welsh pronounce Money is very funny as if it was a town or a seasonal crop. We might get in to Money later....
The will is written in three stages with so many amends it reads like a diary entry. What the writer gives with one hand he takes away with the other. He changes chapel, changes executors and gives war mementos to all his grown up grandsons except the one who was discharged for wetting himself.
All the kids had moved away except the faithful Tom, by now a widower like his dad. He knocked on my great grandpa's door in 1919. "It's Dad", he began. "He wants you to be his executor as he doesn't trust any of us." In fact Tom was the only one nearby.
I only found the document as my side of the family had the testator's name and date of death scribbled on a family tree. I chose to investigate this way back in 1992: stumbling on the record after school in the local probate registry situated above Next.
We only ever had two illegitimacies and they both happened in Mr Taylor's family across the years he was writing his will. Maggie's son Tommy Fach was given great status in the family treated as a much-loved youngest child with a beautiful stone in the Church in Wales graveyard of his birthplace. Maggie married after a pause and no-one was much the wiser. Tommy Fach actually had a better life than his brother Tommy Mawr, it would seem. Note that there was no pressure to marry, probably the man concerned was judged a poor investment. The community closed ranks around Maggie and mother and child were protected.
The second illegitimacy stemmed from spite, as far as I can see. Taylor had possibly recovered from his youngest child eloping aged 18 with a total stranger 20 years earlier (she preferred this fate to becoming her father's eternal housekeeper). When this child died and hubbie remarried, the Taylor response was "no money for the Walkers as they are well provided for". This is clear code that he didn't want his daughter's 20% to go to her widower and his new family.
But as he was penning these lines his granddaughter, Eva Walker, 18, was already taking a horrendous job of formic acid dipper, helping dunk sheets of tin into 'pickle' and getting rid of the hugely toxic waste. She fell pregnant at 23, and unlike the common practice of the time, no-one compelled the father to do the right thing and marry, with no available alternatives such as familial adoption.
Eva would be completely alone, without either parent, and about as far from well-provisioned as it was possible to be. She sent her wild daughter away and slowly recovered from the experience, dying poor but happy in the Midlands. The child fared badly and the last repercussions are hitting family members right now in 2016.
It irks me the way this document rendered the women as third-class citizens who were meant to evaporate into the ether. Martha, three youngest child, looks like she's had a very unpleasant interview with Satan informing her of her family's future in her only known photograph age 16. This emerged in Mold, 2011 at the home of a great niece. Her daughter Eva's photo was kept at her tiny home in the Midlands surviving decades of money shortage, and reaching me in 2016 - no cousins had ever heard of her. Eva's daughter's photo was dug out via a circuitous route in the Forest of Dean a matter of days ago.
I'd like to think my great grandpa challenged the will of this man, or at least was aware of Eva's fate. This was and is a tight family and for vulnerable women to be ignored because of spite goes completely against the accepted togetherness of life in south Wales towns. If this is the will of man, I'm not impressed.
The way some Welsh pronounce Money is very funny as if it was a town or a seasonal crop. We might get in to Money later....
The will is written in three stages with so many amends it reads like a diary entry. What the writer gives with one hand he takes away with the other. He changes chapel, changes executors and gives war mementos to all his grown up grandsons except the one who was discharged for wetting himself.
All the kids had moved away except the faithful Tom, by now a widower like his dad. He knocked on my great grandpa's door in 1919. "It's Dad", he began. "He wants you to be his executor as he doesn't trust any of us." In fact Tom was the only one nearby.
I only found the document as my side of the family had the testator's name and date of death scribbled on a family tree. I chose to investigate this way back in 1992: stumbling on the record after school in the local probate registry situated above Next.
We only ever had two illegitimacies and they both happened in Mr Taylor's family across the years he was writing his will. Maggie's son Tommy Fach was given great status in the family treated as a much-loved youngest child with a beautiful stone in the Church in Wales graveyard of his birthplace. Maggie married after a pause and no-one was much the wiser. Tommy Fach actually had a better life than his brother Tommy Mawr, it would seem. Note that there was no pressure to marry, probably the man concerned was judged a poor investment. The community closed ranks around Maggie and mother and child were protected.
The second illegitimacy stemmed from spite, as far as I can see. Taylor had possibly recovered from his youngest child eloping aged 18 with a total stranger 20 years earlier (she preferred this fate to becoming her father's eternal housekeeper). When this child died and hubbie remarried, the Taylor response was "no money for the Walkers as they are well provided for". This is clear code that he didn't want his daughter's 20% to go to her widower and his new family.
But as he was penning these lines his granddaughter, Eva Walker, 18, was already taking a horrendous job of formic acid dipper, helping dunk sheets of tin into 'pickle' and getting rid of the hugely toxic waste. She fell pregnant at 23, and unlike the common practice of the time, no-one compelled the father to do the right thing and marry, with no available alternatives such as familial adoption.
Eva would be completely alone, without either parent, and about as far from well-provisioned as it was possible to be. She sent her wild daughter away and slowly recovered from the experience, dying poor but happy in the Midlands. The child fared badly and the last repercussions are hitting family members right now in 2016.
It irks me the way this document rendered the women as third-class citizens who were meant to evaporate into the ether. Martha, three youngest child, looks like she's had a very unpleasant interview with Satan informing her of her family's future in her only known photograph age 16. This emerged in Mold, 2011 at the home of a great niece. Her daughter Eva's photo was kept at her tiny home in the Midlands surviving decades of money shortage, and reaching me in 2016 - no cousins had ever heard of her. Eva's daughter's photo was dug out via a circuitous route in the Forest of Dean a matter of days ago.
I'd like to think my great grandpa challenged the will of this man, or at least was aware of Eva's fate. This was and is a tight family and for vulnerable women to be ignored because of spite goes completely against the accepted togetherness of life in south Wales towns. If this is the will of man, I'm not impressed.
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