Just written a long article about being 'sexually fluid' the new buzz word apparently...
Then I changed my mind and shelved it for another day...
Actually I've always really fancied Julia Roberts...or I would if I was sexually fluid...but I don't think I am. Just think she's totally gorgeous...mind you I also lusted after Omar Sharif...and Peter O'Toole...and Terence Stamp.
And Daniel Day-Lewis.
Never could be doing with Cliff Richard...
So I've spent most of the afternoon struggling to read the Inventory of a long expired cousin...his loom was valued at two pounds...I did manage to decipher that and also found he had a bread trough and a frying pan...didn't know people had a frying pans at the end of the 1600's...he had a dripping pan as well.
Because of such sound advice from Still-Standing, I also eventually deciphered his friends names...then I went to his Will and my eyes began to whirl round so I left that for another time...
Googling these cousins brought up seriously interesting links to the churches they preached in and the villages the Weavers lived in...someone has done a huge amount of research into that branch of the family...there they are...wives and children and dates galore.
The bliss of being able to add them to the ever expanding tree...
But I do wonder why one of the Vicars only baptised the son who was sickly and died soon after...he didn't appear to bother with the rest of his children...
I belong to a site closely affiliated to Ancestry...one member wrote recently that there is little enough value to place on ancestors you find from way back...even if they are direct. She said the blood is so diluted that the connection means nothing...
And I have to disagree...to know about a cousin who lived and died in the 1600's...to learn when he married and to whom he wed...to know how he made his living and whether or not he lived long enough to bury most of his children...that connection means everything to me.
It gives me a sense of where I am in the scheme of things...