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Thursday, November 24, 2016

Thursday 24th November 2016 -Number 1068

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DearAncestor,-
Your tombstone stands amongst the rest, neglected and alone
The names and dates are chiselled out on polished marble stone
It reaches out to all who care, it is too late to mourn
You did not know that I exist, you died and I was born
Yet each of us are cells of you, in flesh, in blood, in bone.
Our blood contracts and beats a pulse entirely not our own

Dear Ancestor, 
The place you filled one hundred years ago
Spreads out amongst the ones you left who would have loved you so,
I wonder if you lived and loved, I wonder if you knew
That someday I would find this spot, and come to visit you. 


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 LAWS FAMILY REGISTER

We are happy to work on your 

LAWS FAMILY TREE

(maybe we already have)

All LAWS Enquires are still welcome

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   EXTRACTS FROM OUR DATABASE

PLEASE NOTE
We have excluded records of living people to protect their Privacy -we are not showing births after 1920 or marriages after 1940 these are only available on request

If you are interested in anyone listed here, email us with the name, date and reference number, and we will happily do a look up, you might even get a whole tree! 

We will be happy to publish within this blog Your stories of your LAWS research and also members of the LAWS and LAWES family you are searching for like your greart grandfathers uncle Charlie or aunt Maud.

We will be happy to help with you with your LAWS/LAWES research, and in certain instances we may be willing to undertake private research on your behalf.

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Family Events from our database, for today 24nd November


BIRTHS baptisms etc


1782 - Christen: Jane LAWS-6076, Breamore HAM UK


1843 - Birth: William LAWS-14478, South Shields DUR UK

1869 - Birth: James William LAWS- (Pig Dealer) 14824, Kensington MDX UK


1871 - Birth: Ethel LAWS (Spinster) -42634, 

1884 - Birth: Frank Ernest LAWS (Blacksmiths Labourer)-15902, Carleton Colville SFK UK


1887 - Birth: Bertie Allen  LAWS (Groom)-8646, NFK (Mitford Reg Dist)


1893 - Birth: Lillian Mary LAWS (Laundry) -14445, Wandsworth SRY UK


1910 - Birth: Edna May LAWES-28777, Winchester HAM UK



1911 - Birth: Albert Francis LAWS (Royal Australian Navy 20095) -12542, 
          Prahran VIC AUSTRALIA

1913 - Birth: Cyril Frederick LAWS-31476, Lincoln LIN UK




1915 - Birth: Alexander LAWS-40303, 


1915 - Birth: John William LAWS (Australian Army) -12572, Narrabri West NSW                               AUSTRALIA

MARRIAGES

1767 - Marriage: William LAWES-38326 and Ann BARTLEY-38327, Tilshead WIL UK



1787 - Marriage: Jerimiah LAWS-30311 and Frances DURHAM-16465, Lincoln Co KY 
          United States

1794 - Marriage: John LAWS (Tailor) -3954 and Elizabeth SOWELL-3955, 
          Shoreditch MDX UK

1795 - Marriage: Edward LAWES-20129 and Sarah WHITLOCK-12876, 
          Fisherton Anger WIL UK

1822 - Marriage: Samuel PLAYFORD-11792 and Maria LAWS-11793, Norwich NFK UK





1846 - Marriage: William Willoughby LAWS-37214 and Jane LONG-43498, Calcutta INDIA

1846 - Marriage: James DOE (Farmer) -26759 and Sarah LAWS-26758, Kirby Cane NFK UK

1877 - Marriage: Thomas ATKINSON-24029 and Matilda LAWS-15206, Roos ERY UK

1909 - Marriage: Robert HEADLEY-23193 and Ada LAWS-23192, North Ferriby ERY  UK
          (All Saints)

DEATHS

1877 - Death: Thomas LAWS (Coal Heap Keeper) -3982, Castle Eden DUR UK

1888 - Death: Alfred Frederick  LAWS (Baker & Confectioner)-4266, Southwold SFK UK



1894 - Burial: Thomas James LAWES (Railway Stationmaster) -210, Twickenham MDX UK

1913 - Death: Elizabeth LAWS (Widow) -7267, Penrith CUL UK


1927 - Burial: Benjamin Palmer LAWS (Coachmaker) -3373, 

1937 - Death: Robert LAWS (General Labourer) -3430, 

1941 - Death: William  LAWS (RAAF - Sgt 405181)-12955, Evans Head, NSW AUSTRALIA


1952 - Burial: Albert Ernest LAWS-33025, Harrow MDX UK

1964 - Death: David Arthur LAWS-16410, Bridgewater, Lunenburg Co., Nova Scotia, CANADA

1997 - Death: Margaret Scott LAWS-12096, Holsworthy DEV UK


1999 - Death: Peter James LAWS (Machinist) -22123, Waihola NZ

MISC & OTHER INFOMATION


OTHER BIRTHS Etc

1815 - Christen: Ann BESFORD (Gentlewoman) -6317, Great Yarmouth NFK UK



1827 - Birth: Hannah  NIXON (Farmer / Widow)-6768, North Whalton NBL UK

1855 - Birth: John Richard James JAMES (School Teacher)-21952, Parramatta NSW                          AUSTRALIA 

1879 - Birth: James Alexander SHEPLEY-30373, Manchester LAN UK


1881 - Birth: Rosella BRINKLEY-43043, Hoborn MDX UK

OTHER  MARRIAGES


OTHER DEATHS & Burials


1894 - Death: Catherine Ada MURRAY-35528, Sydney NSW AUSTRALIA

1979 - Death: Elton Troy KEMP-23013, Comanche TX United States

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A suburban childhood of the Twenties 

Seen from the Nineteen Nineties

By John Robert Laws 1921-2008

It was never crowded at Walton. Holidaymakers were squeezed off most of the beaches at high tide but there were soon big stretches of smooth virgin sand again and on one of these a beach artist would claim a large pitch well overlooked from the promenade.    He would draw his pictures on the hard damp sand and set his hat to catch the pennies thrown from the prom. Perhaps he doubled as a pavement artist in the winter. The un-crowded beaches were ideal for flying kites and even permitted the continuous swinging of a tethered tennis ball hung on long elastic between a pair of poles. On one holiday I remember a less space consuming toy was rampant, the yoyo, and these spinning discs on strings were in every hand rising and falling, spinning and circling to show off the skill of the owner.

South of the pier was the sunniest part of the cliffs and here and there, were tiers of beach huts rising behind the prom from which one could watch the world go by or change for a swim. The beach hut was not only for swimming from, but also for sitting in the sun sheltered from the east coast wind, and for making tea and eating snacks and ice cream, very rarely for sheltering from rain, I was much better at eating than the sitting but would sometimes stay and watch the sailing barges gliding serenely along the coast, their big red sails filled with the east wind. It was not so funny for them when it really blew hard. Distress flares would go up with a noisy boom and the lifeboat went out from its anchorage by the end of the pier. Even in the summer of holiday time this was not all that unusual.

                                                  
As well as sailing barges there were paddle steamers which called at the end of the pier. These came from Tower Bridge by way of Southend on Sea, and then sailed away into the far distance north to unknown Yarmouth perhaps. 
                                         
These were best watched from the end of the pier itself where the bump could be felt as ropes were thrown and contact made with the big paddle wheels churning in reverse. On the pier too there was entertainment. The man who rode a bike off the high diving board was always worth watching, but the children’s concerts were pretty corny, even for kids.


Part 17
There was time to wander while parents were busy, mother shopping and father at work, and every corner of that little town stays clear in my mind. The crumbling cliffs were ideal for climbing and sliding down the dusty gullies if a piece of wood or tin could be found to sit on. Not so good for my white shorts which would acquire ochre coloured seat. Resulting in the admonition “You be careful now”. These cliffs were gradually being eroded by the North Sea and from time to time a part of a garden or even a house would go sliding down. The sea defences were made stronger by extension of the hefty concrete promenade towards the south which is still holding up well. A walk along the beach beyond its end soon brought one to the more exclusive resort of Frinton, with its wide green lawns along the cliff tops which was usually visited once or twice during a holiday.


                                             Walton on the Naze Essex


The northern part of Walton was lower without cliffs. The end of the High Street came along to the Front and the road and sea wall went on past a sometimes marshy patch of land beyond which the road went into a scattered little residential area and then dying out. Here the cliffs had risen again at the golf course where an old brick tower stands at the highest point. This provided a pleasant evening stroll which my father and I often took as far as the Naze. Felixstowe could be seen across the water as the land on our side ran back to the muddy tidal backwaters behind the coast.

These back waters ran right up behind the town and about twenty five acres of them were cut off from the tides with a dyke and made into a large lake with boats. This was a main attraction of the town to my father and virtually every morning that was fit, he and I would have a sailing dinghy out and sail the seven seas. His father had been a Sea Captain and I am told that only his mother’s insistence had prevented my father going to sea as a young man. As I grew older I was allowed a dinghy to myself and although I was never to become an addict I can understand how others do so. Being regulars and known to the boatman. We were allowed to sail on days when the wind was too strong to risk his dinghies in the hands of strangers and these were the days when it became quite fun.

                              
Continued tomorrow 
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Lord, help me dig into the past
and sift the sands of time
That I might find the roots that made
This family tree of mine

Lord, help me trace the ancient roads,
On which my father's trod
And led them through so many lands
To find our present sod.

Lord, help me find an ancient book
Or dusty manuscript,
Thats's safely hidden now away
In some forgotten crypt

Lord, let it bridge the gap that haunts
My soul, when I can't find
The missing link between some name
That ends the same as mine


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