Tuesday 5th December 2017

Tuesday 5th December 2017 - Number 2973

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Dear Ancestor,-

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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SURNAMES IN MY TREE INCLUDE LAWS & LAWES, HARDING ELL ROWELL FULLER LOTHERINGTON BRANT MOONEY

EXTRACTS FROM OUR DATABASE

BUT PLEASE NOTE

We have excluded records of living people to protect their Privacy -therefore 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.

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.

The content provided on this site is not guaranteed to be error free - It is always advised that you consult original records.

Contact me via email at registrar@lawsfamilyregister.org.uk

Family Events from our database for today 5th December

Family Event

BIRTHS baptisms etc

1792 - Christen: John LAWS (Mole Catcher) -6308, Sedgeford Norfolk England
1811 - Birth: John LAWES-1218,
1819 - Baptism: Joshua Hoole LAWS-27392, Gateshead Durham England
1828 - Christen: Emma Josephine LAWS-2830, St.Dunstans Stepney Middlesex England

1834 - Birth: William LAWS-10738,
1847 - Christen: James LAWS (Painter) -6451, Mitcham Surrey England
1865 - Birth: Mary LAWS (Spinster) -20739,
1880 - Baptism: Jane Elizabeth LAWS (Housemaid) -5156, Lambeth Surrey England

1886 - Birth: Robert LAWS-17796, Heddon on the Wall Northumberland England
1886 - Birth: Ellen LAWS-17795, Heddon on the Wall Northumberland England
1888 - Birth: Bernard Francis LAWES (Auctioneers Clerk) -17721, Croydon Surrey England
1888 - Birth: Alice Maud LAWS-15388, Canning Town Essex England
1889 - Birth: John B LAWS (Railway Signalman LNER) -43564,
1894 - Birth: Anthony LAWS (Stillman at Beanpole Distillery) -42628,
1896 - Birth: Ellen Louise LAWS-3451,

1898 - Birth: Beatrice Florence LAWS-40193,
1908 - Birth: Harry Charles LAWES-35742,
1912 - Birth: Marion Cruikshank LAWS-41386,
1915 - Birth: Leah LAWS-25438,

MARRIAGES

1805 - Marriage: John LAWES-20283 and Mary GATEHOUSE-20284, Coombe Bissett Wiltshire England

1839 - Marriage: William BARNES-1993 and Hannah LAWES-1994, Portsmouth Hampshire England

1931 - Marriage: Leon H LAWS-25102 and Anastasia SWIFT-25103,

DEATHS burials etc

1883 - Death: James LAWS (Homeopathic Chemist) -6570, Croydon Surrey England

1898 - Death: Sarah Ann LAWS-2

1913 - Death: William LAWS-7307, South Shields Durham England

1921 - Death: Dock I LAWS-19775, Bell County KY United States
1948 - Death: Ella M LAWS (Laundress) -43518, Brixton Surrey England
1962 - Death: Victor George LAWS (Labourer) -20772, Acton Middlesex England
1971 - Death: Robert Currie LAWS (SP/4 US Army) -16794,
1980 - Death: Claude Victor LAWS-12507, Rosemead, Los Angeles, California, United States
1983 - Burial: Bernard Oswald LAWS (Farmer) -3261, Shepparton VIC (Pine Lodge Cemetery (Banksia Lea Site no:187)
2001 - Death: Floy Lucinda LAWS-30152, Selmer, McNairy TN United States
2006 - Death: George LAWS (Rish Lumber) -23538, Marietta SC United States
2015 - Death: Charles Christopher LAWS-43051, Leyburn North Yorkshire England

MISC

OTHER BIRTHS

1730 - Baptism: Mary Anne or Anne EASTMURE-3384, Great Yarmouth Norfolk England

1825 - Christen: Alice HARPER-6698, Feltwell Norfolk England
1835 - Birth: Henry Booth HOHLER (Merchant) -31964, Cambridge Cambridgeshire England

1846 - Birth: Ellen HERCOCK-45462, Oakham Rutland England
1885 - Birth: Alice Maud Mary HARDING (Boarding House Keeper) -7232, East Dulwich Surrey England
1906 - Birth: Samuel JENNINGS-23305, Wakefield West Yorkshire England
1915 - Birth: Florence JENNINGS-23303, Wakefield West Yorkshire England

OTHER MARRIAGES

1854 - Marriage: William JENNINGS (Miner) -41192 and Betsy SAND-41193, Stanley cum Wrenthorpe West Yorkshire England

OTHER DEATHS & Burial

1840 - Death: Alice ALLEN-21351, Rickleton House, Chester le Street DUR England
2001 - Death: Demitri James GEORGIO-32738,

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A CHILD OF THE 1920's

AS SEEN FROM THE 1990's

John Robert Laws 1921-2008

The school journeys abroad were more of a revelation than the camps. Package holidays had not yet been dreamed up and although the wealthy might holiday in the South of France, or you could ‘Join the Army and see the world’, the general urge to travel was only just beginning.

I recall a book called ‘France on ten pounds’ but only a few had the inclination, the time and the ten pounds to follow its inviting advice. Trips by school parties must have whetted the appetite of many in the later part of the years between the wars.

We went to Paris in 1937, the year of the big Paris Exhibition. It was immediately evident that our French was not their French, understanding some of the written signs seemed to be our limit. As well as the historic buildings of the city which are compulsory viewing for all visitors we were able to visit the exhibition, grandiosely laid out with a long vista of lakes and fountains down a slope towards the Eiffel Tower. The contents of the impressive pavilions seemed insignificant compared to the buildings particularly the Soviet building surmounted by enormous figures of a man and a woman holding aloft a hammer and a sickle.

What we really enjoyed however was the roller coaster ride which must have made tame all previous efforts in this direction. This and the ascent of the Eiffel Tower, which laid out a map of Paris below us were the highlights of the day of sunshine and unnoticed footslogging.

Of the conventional sights of Paris, the stained glass impressed me most and then the white mass of Sacre’ Coeur on its hill looking down on the city where the ever present taxis hurtled round corners blaring on their horns. The traffic must have been light or they could not have done it.

Our few days of cultural duty in Paris done, we had a day or two at Wimereau on the channel coast, lazing, swimming and sitting on the beach. The beach was vast and flat with a good stiff breeze for the sand yachts which trundled along and across at a fair pace. A new sight for me then, and one which I have never seen since.

Even now there seems to be an air of the past, over the French channel coast resorts, even those destroyed in the war and have been since rebuilt, it would have been impossible to have imagined one to be on the English side of the channel.

In 1938 the school trip was to Italy, this was much more adventurous even apart from the political troubles which led to the war a year later. We left Southgate tube station in the late afternoon to get the train from London, and crossed the channel over night to get to another train to trundle across France and through the fantastic alpine scenery to Milan in Northern Italy.

Milan was just hot. We duly admired the thousand or so little spires of the enormous cathedral but saw very little or the ornate interior because we were shooed out on account of our short sleeves,

Florence and Verona were different, they still are, despite the ravages of the motor car, and even as teenagers I think we appreciated their beauty and agelessness despite our considerable interest in ice cream and fizzy bottled orangeade which we had discovered. You see little in a couple of days but these visits like the Italian ice cream awakened a taste for more.

No loitering however, on to Venice which was busy being itself, more quietly than it does now. We duly traversed the Grand Canal by vaporetta, under the Rialto Bridge and on to St Marks Square and the pigeons. It was memorable and it all matched the guide books so we went on to the Lido for a swim in the Med. This was a real revelation.

The water was warm not like the sea we knew at home. You could stay in without getting cold. This was the discovery of the journey.

More trains, wooden seats, all tracks lead to Rome, a quick glimpse really, a full week spent wandering round Rome in later life only scratched the surface.

More trains, more wooden seats down south to Napoli. This was before the motor car engulfed Italy and I have photos to prove it showing the Naples seafront with nothing more than a couple of policemen and a tricycle ice cream vender.

We did not see the slums of Naples, but we did visit a home , hutted camp that is, for orphans who were at least fed and clothed while they learned to shout for ‘Il Duce’

We were treated to a glass of sweet wine and a speech in Italian pledging friendship from a uniformed gent who presumably ran the place. Back at the hotel that evening we ate at tables set in the open air under a lemon tree from which I had to pick a small souvenir.

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.

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NORWAY

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

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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,

That'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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