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9 years ago•5 Replies

The internet has tried my patience today...unbelievably slow for a start then those idiotic messages kept popping up...long running script and such like...

Ancestry was being silly as well...going from the old set-up to the new one everytime I so much as looked at another date and Find My Past has a free weekend which is a sprat to catch a mackerel because you have to sign up and then remember to cancel the subscription they'll snatch from you the very second the clock strikes twelve...and the freebie doesn't offer anything that isn't already on Ancestry anyway...

Himself's nine times Gt Grandmother was married at fifteen...Norfolk you see...they do things differently there...and I found out that it was the norm for Mediaeval Spanish Royals to marry Uncles off to their Nieces...then there was the person who happily put someone's Will on their tree...the chap had died in 1680...the Will was dated 1879...

I mentioned finding one of Himself's Aunties and he said she was dippy and when I asked why, he said she used to bring her own tea-pot and kettle when she came to visit and brought him chocolates that were mouldy...

So I came back with one of my Courtesy Aunts who had Winter and Summer curtains and never put the heating on until the 1st of November...she wore her coat and an old felt hat indoors...not surprising, when you think. And she made junket when we went for tea.

My favourite God-parents were quite away with the fairies actually...my Uncle was named Dundas Dundas and he'd been blown up in Burma in the War and had a metal plate in his head...he played chess on his own and drank neat Whiskey...Aunt Irene was glamorous and wore high heeled shoes and Elizabeth Arden cosmetics. She had a lady 'who did' who grumbled about the rings on the furniture left by Uncle Dundie's whiskey glasses... Aunt Irene used to take me to rather grand and imposing hotels for afternoon tea and she smoked cheroots in a long holder...then we'd go to the park and dig up tree saplings to plant in pots when we went back to their flat...

Now see what you've made me do...go off on a tangent yet again.

We're supposed to be having cable internet rather than those iffy wires that get themselves tangled round tree branches every time the wind blows...but when this miracle occurs is anyone's guess...could have done that instead of the bridge...bet no-one in our street would have grumbled about it.

Better go then and have supper otherwise I'll be rambling away for half the night...

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knitter9 years ago

It's trying to write a reply here that sets me off...forever vanishing or hopping about.

I remember people having a set of winter and summer curtains...not us though.

And my geography teacher was supposed to have a metal plate in his head.....that's me gone off on a tangent now.

9 years ago

I get the long running script thing too. Maybe it's the same one? I used to have an art teacher who was at least 7 foot tall which is why the teachers always beat the pupils at netball. x

scorpiolass9 years ago

I wrote a long reply but seem to have lost it Vashti. I am going to try and sleep now love Margaret x

Azure_Sky9 years ago

I heard about a poor teacher who lost his willy, thanks to the Japs, when he was in one of their hell hole camps.

So many Royal Norfolks suffered terribly, I met a lot of survivors. My husband's uncle died. My stepfather was tortured. He said they were the forgotten army.

bayleyray-uk9 years ago

When my dads mother was alive we used to visit her and granddad once a month on a Sunday, they both came from large families 6 siblings for nan and 7 siblings for granddad so there was a huge family base on both sides although I never met any of them as far as I know. A feeling of doom would descend as we drew up in the car and the curtains facing the road were partially drawn it would mean that somebody had passed away and nan was in mourning.

It meant sitting on the carpet in the front room most of the day being very quiet, no television/radio unless it was a religious programme or the news, not being able to go into the garden even to walk around. While nan told us about the 'poor departed'. As this policy included most of the families where they lived, you can guess how many Sundays were spent sitting crossed legged staring into space. Once heard nan say to mum poor Mrs Jones's father had passed away and although she did not particularly like Mrs Jones as she did not hang her washing out on a Monday and had never met her father who was apparently not a very nice person, you had to show respect.

A very Victorian idea of bereavement.

Sue

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