Category: The City of York North Yorkshire

The Flesh IS Frail?

Posted on by Tee Bylo in DeadSleuth, Glasgow Necropolis Scotland, Maternal Ancestors, Paternal Ancestors, St Mary Bishophill Junior York North Yorkshire, St Mary The Virgin Whitby North Yorkshire, The City of York North Yorkshire, The Female of the Species, The Flesh IS Frail?, The Town of Scarboro' North Yorkshire, The Town of Staithes North Yorkshire, The Town of Whitby North Yorkshire

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.

Heigh Ho! It’s Off to Bow I Go!

Posted on by Tee Bylo in A Wedding, DeadSleuth, Maternal Ancestors, The City of London, The City of York North Yorkshire, The Flesh IS Frail?, The Town of Scarboro' North Yorkshire

“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! →

Blood Sweeps the November Lands

Posted on by Tee Bylo in DeadSleuth, Maternal Ancestors, The City of London, The City of York North Yorkshire, The Female of the Species, The Flesh IS Frail?, Warmfield-cum-Heath West Yorkshire, World War I

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.

Desperately Seeking Clarice!

Posted on by Tee Bylo in A Suicide, An Inquest, DeadSleuth, Desperately Seeking Clarice!, Graveyard Squirrel, Hull Northern Cemetery East Yorkshire, Maternal Ancestors, The City of Hull East Yorkshire, The City of York North Yorkshire, The Female of the Species, The Town of Scarboro' North Yorkshire, World War II

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.