A Seeker of Elusive Ancestors

Following in the footsteps of those elusive ancestors scattered throughout vale and dale.

AND as there are plenty of those gnarled branches and fallen leaves on THIS family tree -there are MANY miles to travel!

the flesh IS Frail?

Although I have been ‘properly’ researching the history of my family since 2004 – my interest in the gnarled branches and fallen leaves of my family tree began in the early teenage years.

And having always been a diligent hoarder of the scraps of family keepsakes that have come my way; those numerous large boxes of files, papers, books, photographs and other assorted genealogical matter that I have shifted down and up several sets of stairs with every house move over the years has NOT been for the faint-hearted!

King George VI once stated that “the history of York is the history of England’ and this ancient city is not only the place of my birth but also for many of those Bensons, Dalbys, Edesons and Peacocks to whom I have since laid claim – although some of whom certainly add more than a little colour to those fallen leaves.

And even though there is MORE than enough to to occupy me within the walls of this chocolate box city – I have also been very busy elsewhere.

The Female of the SPECIES?

As my interest has been piqued as of late by the welcome appearance of several Yorkshire lasses within my clan recently discovered including thrice-wed grandmothers, social reformers, lunatics and unmarried mothers – my feelings of female solidarity have been awakened.

And with the floors of my den now littered with the fruits of my genealogical findings – I’m off in search of a more feminine line.

NOT that I believe that my female ancestors were actually deadlier than their male counterparts!

‘You may choose to look the other way, but you can never say again that you did not know.’

~ William Wilberforce

Many years ago as my Grandmother was regaling me with a myriad of family tales and folklore over tea and homemade cake that my interest was  piqued at the first mention of ‘Poor Clarice’.

For as every family history sleuth knows – there is usually always a least one ancestor who ignites a strange curiosity leading to that irresistible urge to discover more about their life and I’ve been desperately seeking Clarice through the mists of time ever since.

in the footsteps of the girl from hull.

Scarboro’ – A one place study

Situated on the exhilarating coastline of North Yorkshire and affectionately known as the ‘Queen of English watering places’ – Scarborough occupies a fascinating place within the history of seaside resorts.

And along with a history of besieged castles, dinosaur remains, literary prodigies, fishing ports, religious persecution, folklore, medicinal drinking waters, smuggling, and pirate radio – Scarborough enjoys an enduring charm.

From a population of just over 32,000 in 1801 – Scarboro’ Gothic is a record of this unique town, its history and the local characters from the heady days of the Georgian era until the dawn of the Edwardian epoch.