We are family

I have mentioned my all consuming passion for genealogy on these pages before. I am always interested to find links with past generations, which are often related to health issues or, certainly in the husbands family, ability or skills. In his family there is a clear leaning towards the arts - a family of artists, scuptors and musicians. Mine.....? Drinkers, apparently!

Although it can't be definatively proved, in my family I have found links to my hereditary deafness and my double-jointedness. I also tracked down the origins of my daughter's red hair.

Sadly, I now seem to be in the position of passing on something to a future generation....my poor wee poppet has tonsillitis

Ain't no mountain high enough

I'm here..I'm back...got back from Salt Lake City about a week ago, and straight into school hols. Oh, and the obligatory jet lag. When I'm wide awake at 4am, listening to the husband snoring like a stuck pig, I write the most witty blog posts in my head. Unfortunately they have disappeared by the time I finally wake up. So, sadly, y'all just get a few photos and a rather dull recap of what I did in Utah.

View of mountains as we flew in to SLC.




The SLC Temple and snow.



In the Family History Library - one of my Irish relatives - fourth from bottom.



And just for Kevin - a picture of the clean sidewalks!

I was actually on a work trip, but there aren't any pictures of those activities. Maybe a picture of me not understanding the functional specification my colleague was proposing, or me punching the air when the customer said" sure - go ahead and invoice us" would have been more exciting?

There's a long long trail a-winding.....

Philip Whiteley (at the back of the picture, with the moustache) born in Leeds in 1889, son of William and Mary Anne. Private 3/9126, 12th Bn., West Yorkshire Regiment. Died in France, 23rd March 1917, aged 28. Awarded the Victory Medal and the 1914 Star. His father, William Whiteley, who died in November 1943, is buried with Philip's medals.

We have loved him in life, let us not forget him in death.

It's all in the genes!

As many of my friends know, my main passion is family history. Oh I can bore for hours on the in and outs of family history research. As I sit in my little study I have two shelves full of research material.

I have been doing research on Peter's family as well as my own, and his has been so much more interesting and exciting. (That's interesting and exciting for a family historian, not normal people, btw) He has a couple of bigamist's, one who ran off with his step-daughter, a reasonably famous sculptor, and a couple of family rifts.

But now I am thrilled to announce scandal in my family tree. One family of the Leeds Irish bunch who emigrated to Boston - three sons in prison at the same time, for different crimes.

We have Samuel imprisoned for assault with intent to maim and disfigure (nice). Edward was imprisoned for larceny of property. He only got 6 months....so maybe it wasn't terribly valuable property?

Then we have my personal favourite (says she, on her third glass of wine and it is only 8.15pm)- James - arrested twice in 1900 (and they are his second and third arrests respectively.) On April 30,1900, at age 20, he was sentenced to a 3 dollar fine for Drunkenness and released on May 7. He was sentenced again only 8 days after his release, May 15, again for Drunkenness. This time he was sentenced to 30 days and was released on June 13. I also believe he was back in prison in 1910, and I'm waiting for the lovely archivist in Boston to tell me about that!