Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Wednesday 30th November 2016 - Number 1070

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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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 Family Events from our database, for today 30th November

BIRTHS baptisms etc
1754 - Birth: Elizabeth LAWS-13852, Feltwell NFK UK

1760 - Burial: Catherine LAWES-9619, St.Helen Bishopsgate MDX, In Ye left hand churchyard

1800 - Christen: James LAWES-25012, Stepney MDX UK 

1806 - Birth: Leah LAWES-592, St Marylebone MDX UK

1809 - Birth: Thomas LAWES-941, Fincham NFK UK

1851 - Baptism: Michael Grahame LAWS (Horologist) -4708, Camden Town MDX UK

1876 - Birth: Jenny A LAWS-41473, 

1878 - Birth: Gertrude Beatrice LAWES-40956, Deritend, Aston WAR UK

1909 - Birth: Bessie Mae LAWS-41757, 


1850 - Marriage: George  LAWS (Railway Locomotive  Driver)-5694 and Mary MANGER-                   24168, Gateshead DUR UK


1855 - Death: Percy Smith  LAWS (Gentleman / Butcher)-7414, Ovingham / Ovington NBL UK

1882 - Burial: Henry  LAWS (Shoemaker) -5914, Litcham NFK UK

1902 - Death: Thomas Alfred LAWS (Boot & Shoe Repairer)-7915, Hainford NFK UK

1915 - Death: Walter Henry LAWS (Army L/Cpl S6426 Rifle Brigade) -9535, West-Vlaanderen            BELGIUM

1927 - Death: Mary Jane Heath LAWS-8219, Bruntsfield, Edinburgh MLN UK

1930 - Death: Ellen LAWS (Spinster) -7319, Hornchurch ESS UK

1931 - Death: Mayme LAWS-25269, Gary, Lake IN United States

1939 - Death: Cyril Edward LAWS (Stock Exchange Doorkeeper)-16131, Enfield MDX UK

1965 - Death: Katherine Joane LAWES-39653, Hastings SSX UK

1984 - Burial: Boodet LAWS (SGT US Air Force) 16655, Memphis National Cemetery TN USA

1998 - Death: Walter D LAWS-20539, 

2001 - Death: Janat LAWS-19736, St George UT USA (Newspaper - AR The Specrum)

2004 - Death: Donna Margaret LAWS-18364, Vancover BC CANADA

2013 - Death: Paul LAWS (Railroad Employee) -12481, Ashville NC United States
          Resided Green Mountain NC United States


1719 - Birth: Augusta SAXE-GOTHA-22597, Gothenburg SWEEDEN

1949 - Occupation: Douglas Reginald LAWS (Mercant Seaman) -37043, 


1900 - Birth: Irene Isabel CARBIS-12563, Sydney NSW AUSTRALIA



1863 - Death: Mary PEEL-21804, Caldbeck CUL UK

1936 - Death: William Louis Conrad NAVIER-43383, Reading BRK UK

1936 - Death: Lucy Ann BUSHELL-30614, Ryde IOW UK

1940 - Death: Florence GOODYEAR-28683, Montrose ANS UK

1940 - Death: Maud H HENARIE-19278, Marin CA USA


A suburban childhood of the Twenties 

Seen from the Nineteen Nineties

By John Robert Laws 1921-2008
The highlights of the Naples visit were the late evening view over the lights over the city, from a highpoint on the northern edge with Vesuvius in the background. The ascent of Vesuvius itself, and seeing the excavated city of Herculaneum. 

The volcano was pretty well behaved at that time and having gone up by the funicular rail car we were able to descend into the enormous crater where a constant roman candle of lava blobs was building a new central cone. Intrepid Italian entrepreneurs were busy pushing coins into the little blobs before they cooled and selling the resulting souvenirs to tourists.

In contrast to the lively volcano, Herculaneum was many centuries’ dead. With its heavy shroud of volcanic ash shovelled and swept away, its slab paved streets peopled with a few groups of tourists were not for me, evocative  of the crowds of shoving and successful citizens who thronged its streets until the Reaper came with his volcano. 

For the same reason it was not depressing either, it was another museum with fine examples of a Roman town complete with arts and crafts collected on the spot.

Why do I not remember the long journey back, it was just un-memorable or were there too many little bottles with our packed lunches so that we dozed on the wooden seats. Perhaps we just got tired, almost unthinkable in ones teenage years.


The Journey to Norway was different. We went on an old troopship and it was boys only, a big party hundreds strong from many schools, no hotel this time we slept in hammocks slung above the tables where we ate by day. It was hot and we had the occasional chance to sleep on deck instead of in the hammocks. The hard deck was just as impossible as the sagging hammocks. At least we learnt that a bed is a luxury.

Bergen was the first port of call. The ship tied up along the long quay where the town faces out over the water and which seemed to us to be the town centre. The funicular railway took us up to the view point above the town from which the town and its harbour and the fiord running out towards the sea are laid out like a green map with blue water and red roofs with toy boats at rest in the harbour. 

We also went into the mountains by way of the railway which climbs its way over to Oslo. The railway the like of which we had never seen before, as it clambered through the steep ascent with the aid of a central rack rail and crawled through tunnels and across rock faces to take us up  and out onto the high land. There we walked and saw the ski runs and the big wooden structure of the ski jump all stranded in grass with not a flake of snow in the hot sunshine.

Despite the rocky terrain, rich grass seemed to be the predominant colour of the countryside as we sailed along the coast and into Sogne Fiord where our ship was dwarfed to a toy again between the towering mountains on either side. Here and there tiny fields of hay were patched into the forest on the mountain waterside. 

High prowed boats rowed with long oars used the water as a highway from farm to farm and field to field. At the end of the fiord we went ashore in the ships boats and walked up the valley beside the bubbling bouldered river to the foot of the glacier which feeds it. A mountain of rather grubby ice in the blazing hot sunshine turning into sparkling clear water with which we quenched our thirst on the walk back.

The furthest North we went was Trondheim, a little stone town on a hilly site beside the water. No doubt used to visitors, despite the infancy of tourism, the peace did not seem disturbed by the invasion of a few hundred English schoolboys. They had done their share of invading Britain a few centuries ago and were themselves to be invaded by less welcome visitors only two or three years later.

On the ship our amusements were simple, I seem to remember the old English sports day pastime of jousting astride a slippery pole over a canvas pool of water and we had a few home grown concerts and sing-along’s to disturb the quiet of evening at sea. Not that the North Sea was quiet all the time, there were moments when we lost all interest in food and spent time admiring the view over the rail. It was certainly different from all our other trips,

The End 

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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