As my interest has been piqued as of late by the welcome appearance of thrice-wed grandmothers, social reformers, lunatics and unmarried mothers – my feelings of female solidarity have been awakened.
At dusk, it is possible to catch a glimpse of a celebrated miniaturist and storyteller wandering through the unquiet streets and secret passages of York, Scarboro' and beyond in a quest to wake the dead.
Have you ever heard the one about how there are only two things that are certain to us?
The first one being that we are all subject to some form of taxation and the second is that one day we WILL all die.
“Look to the past to see what the future holds.” I like this quote from author Celia Conrad in the second of her Alicia Allen Investigates - Wilful Murder. I often find myself looking to the past for if I’m not in search of an elusive ancestor for a client or trawling through the 1911 … Continue reading Heigh Ho! It’s Off to Bow I Go! →
As I watched from the shadows as the volunteers carefully plucked the ceramic poppies from the muddy ground and into the safety of their cardboard nests - I was feeling disappointed that no poppy would be finding its forever home with me.
Although I don’t usually enjoy receiving brown envelopes through the post - I will make an exception when one arrives from the General Records Office or the GRO as it known here in the UK.
On a cloudy June day in 1962 the loved ones of Clarice Tibbett would experience the heartbreak of knowing that suicide is not painless with the awful news of her death at the age of 48 AND by her own hand.
Many years ago as my Grandmother would regale me with a myriad of tales about our family history - I recall that it was at the first mention of "Poor Clarice" that my interest was REALLY piqued.