This piece was written nine years ago, just a few weeks after the death of my father. It marks a beginning of sorts, the point when my explorations into the lives of my ancestors became my own ‘journey’. Since then the quest for ancestors and stories has spread and deepened and there will be much more… Continue reading Who do I think I am?
Category: Times past
This place, that time….
Today is the thirteenth anniversary of my Mum’s death and it seems an good time to share again a poem written last year about the experience of visiting the place where she was born (Carlisle) and where her (and my)ancestors lived. During the past year I have discovered much more about our ancestors and the… Continue reading This place, that time….