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Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Wednesday 23rd November 2016 - Number 1067

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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 23rd November

BIRTHS baptisms etc
1806 - Christen: William LAWS-16589, Littleport CAM UK



1814 - Birth: Susan LAWS (Hand Loom Weaver) -8606, Norwich NFK UK


1878 - Birth: William LAWS-4855, Harton Colliery DUR UK

1879 - Birth: Caroline A LAWS Cook) -4289, Battersea SRY UK

1884 - Baptism: James LAWS-29055, Bedlington NBL UK

1890 - Birth: Charles Walter  LAWS- (Tool Maker) 15389, West Ham ESS UK


1895 - Baptism: Reginald Frederick LAWES-39002, Buenos Aires ARGENTINA

1904 - Birth: Joseph Walter LAWS-8621, Bowen, QLD AUSTRALIA

1912 - Birth: Annie LAWS (Grocery Shop Assistant) -42548,

1913 - Birth: Wilce Pate LAWS-30475, TN United States

1930 - Birth: Kenneth LAWS (Royal Marines Mne 42 Cdo RM 15760) -26582, 
          Newcastle upon Tyne NBL UK


MARRIAGES

1797 - Marriage: Seth LAWES  (Plumber) -2374 and Dorethy Sophia PHILLIPS  (Spinster)              -2049, Andover HAM UK


1838 - Marriage: Thomas HAVERSON-26764 and Rose LAWS-26763, East Winch NFK UK


1844 - Marriage: John LAWS (Ag Lab & Horsekeeper)-6358 and Susan COOK-6359, 
          Feltwell NFK UK

1848 - Marriage: William LAWES (Ag Lab) -167 and Matilda BREWER-170, 
          Ringwood HAM UK

1870 - Marriage: Edward William LAWS (1st Mate / Master Mariner) -10187 and 
          Sarah Jane FRENCH-4171, Bow MDX UK
          My Great Grand Uncle and Aunt
 
1871 - Marriage: Robert LAWS (Childrens Shoemaker) -7954 and Lucy Elizabeth DOWNING-           19486, Costessey NFK UK


1899 - Marriage: John Grimmer PAPWORTH (Brickyard Labourer) -37734 and 
          Alice LAWS-37733, Holme CAM UK

1908 - Marriage: Thomas Carrah WILLINGHAM-19440 and Clarinda May LAWS-19438, 


DEATHS

1836 - Burial: Francis LAWS-2927, Chatteris CAM UK


1861 - Death: William John Munday LAWS-19599, 

1876 - Death: Ruth LAWS-36199, St.Francois Co. MO United States

1887 - Burial: William Henry Colibe LAWS (Silver Cutler) -8957, Sheffield WRY UK

1913 - Death: Lennis D LAWS-41776, Ohio Co KY United States

1915 - Burial: Rufus LAWS (Labourer) -24890, R of P Cemetery

1923 - Burial: Charles LAWS (Builder & Decorator)-4970, Worthing SSX UK

1929 - Burial: Alathea LAWS-19414, Hilgay NFK UK


1934 - Death: Hubert LAWS-34817, Cullercoats NBL UK

1941 - Death: William Jones LAWS-22125, Auckland NZ

1953 - Death: Susan LAWS-16543, 

1961 - Death: Alfred Lewis LAWS-36605, Merthyr Tydfil GLA but resided at 
          Mountain Ash, Pontypridd MON UK

1964 - Burial: Herbert R LAWS (Sgt US Army) -16720, Long Island NY United States

1990 - Death: Darrell B LAWS (RM3 US Navy) -16674, 

1993 - Death: Anthony LAWS (Sgt US ARMY) -40611, VIETNAM

2012 - Death: Bessie LAWS

MISC & OTHER INFOMATION

1786 - Will: Thomas LAWES-16814, 

1816 - Will: William LAWS- (Innkeeper) 17054, PROB 11/1586


1915 - Discharged: Sydney LAWS (ARMY Private 4226) -28868, Canterbury KEN UK



OTHER BIRTHS Etc

1845 - Baptism: Thomas HATTON-24699, Newnham GLS UK

1879 - Birth: Grace Margaret DAVIDSON-18361, 

1916 - Birth: Alexander Ernest BENNETT-32616, Kensington MDX UK


OTHER  MARRIAGES

OTHER DEATHS & Burials


1864 - Death: James CATAMOLE-36355, Bungay SFK UK


1894 - Death: Ida Laws MILTON-13145, Sion House, Chelsea MDX UK


1910 - Death: Charlotte LAKEY-6181, 

1942 - Death: Mamie JULIAN-19318, Los Angeles CA United States

2003 - Death: Florence Alice BENT-20058, Millom CUL-11520, 

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A suburban childhood of the Twenties 

Seen from the Nineteen Nineties

By John Robert Laws 1921-2008
Part 15.

 I already knew the forest from visits with my father, sometimes with the rest of the family. He knew the area well and no doubt also wandered there as a boy having lived at Tottenham. It sometimes seems that, despite memories, one was less observant as a small child. Despite natural curiosity there is a much smaller base of knowledge with which to compare things. Trees are mostly just trees and only very noticeable birds stand out from the mass, there were squawking Jays flashing away in the trees and newts and tadpoles in the ponds. There were snakes and deer there too but I never saw any deer and only once an adder. The squirrels seemed to have had it to themselves, even the rabbits that overran the countryside kept to the edge of the woodland. For wandering boys the wandering was an end, a joy in itself.

Later wandering became more organised. This started with Scout camps. First came, the Cubs one Whitsun, no further afield than Hatfield Park, then others including Gilwell, the Scout Mecca of which the most memorable item was the rather primitive swimming pool where we were allowed to swim naked, and a joy rarely available to a town dweller. We travelled to these camps in the back of a lorry and scarcely noticed the discomfort as it was different and cheap. Everything had to be cheap. The sun did not always shine and when we went to Downe in Kent our lorry got us there after dark in a pelting rainstorm in which we set up our tents on a site we could not see. After that I think I slept soundly, perhaps the ground was softer for the rain. That camp our swimming was in the river Test, it was icy, small boys must be quite mad. Swimming seems to have been the main attraction of these camps. At Hayling Island, then little built up, we swam in a sandy inlet where the temperature of the English Channel was moderated by the warm sand as the tide came in.


Part 16
Holidays at that time meant the seaside, and the seaside meant the East Coast, Sunshine, East winds sand and icy grey sea.

June was the preferred month, until school became important enough to interfere. My mother packed vast quantities of clothing in a big cabin trunk, which must have gone on ahead; it certainly didn’t come in the car with us. It took a good three hours to cover seventy odd miles to the coast. 

Bypass was an almost unknown word and certainly wasn’t applicable to even the Essex county town of Colchester the first time of two that we went that way. One was built in the next couple of years but now some sixty odd years later has been virtually absorbed into the town to be replace by the (now hardly adequate) A12.

We went to Clacton on the first holiday I remember and the sand and the seafront were the attractions. The next year it was Little Holland (Now Holland on Sea) where there was more sand and no seafront and I spent the whole holiday on the beach. After that it was always Walton on the Naze. 

Here we would have some rooms or latterly a house and we would stay for a month, though my father had only a fortnight of holiday and was only with us at weekends the rest of the time. We used to have a beach hut near the pier and would swim in the icy North Sea in blazing sunshine. It must have been here that I learnt to swim, taught by my mother, tuition later reinforced and widened by lessons at school. 

There was a stone-built breakwater in front of the beach huts and with the run of the tide along the coast there was deep water on one side and sand at the water’s edge on the other.  Facing the deep side was a platform diving board and a springboard where one could display a considerable lack of skill combined with great enjoyment.

The deep water was only there at high tide of course and so the tides controlled the way the day was spent. In the youngest bucket and spade days low water was in demand but once I could swim strongly it had to be high tide. Not far from the diving boards, rafts were anchored to give a point to swim to and even sit on, The young cannot sit still however and so it was climb out and dive back in again and swim back to base to start again.

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, very rarely for sheltering from rain, and for making tea and eating snacks and ice cream. 

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.



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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