My Theme
Family History Meets Local History -
Sources and Stories from England & Scotland
G is for GRANDPARENTS & GATHERING MEMORIES
How often do you tell yourself about a relative "I do wish I had asked questions about that ". Regrets about not gathering memories at the right time is inevitably part of our research journey, and we tend only to realise this when we become involve in our hobby and when it is too late.
This is the only photograph I have of my four GRANDPARENTS - William Danson & Alice English on the left and Albert Weston & Mary Barbara Matthews on the right - taken after my parent's wedding in 1938.
Grandparents sadly did not play much of a part in my life with my father's father and my mother's mother dying when I was a baby.
We lived some distance away from my father's Weston family in the
English Midlands and only saw my grandmother, aunt and uncles once or
at the most twice a year. Few family memorabilia has survived and my father's family remained shadowy. I can never recall having much of a conversation with Nana Weston who died when I was in my teens.
My father often spoke about his childhood and I did persuade him to write these down but I got little sense of his parents as individuals, beyond the fact that Nana came from a Methodist family in Wolverhampton.
"We had a palace organ double keyboard. Mum was very musical and would play the organ on a Sunday night with Dad on the violin, - we sang either Methodist hymns or hymns from the Ancient & Modern Hymn Book."
Nana - Mary Barbara Weston, nee Matthews
I knew my granddad Danson much better and have memories of him buying my brother and I a bag of pear drops every Sunday, showing us the auction mart where he once worked as a cattle man, taking us out on a walk around the nearby countryside and collecting leaves and berries etc. for the nature table at school. But he was a taciturn, country man and I knew from my mother that he would never talk about his First World War experiences, when he was awarded the Military Medal.
My grandparents (centre) William, Alice with their children
Edith, Peggy, Harry and Kathleen
with youngest son Billy missing from the family group c.1940
Grandmother Alice Danson, nee English (1884-1945) is my major, major brick wall in that I have been unable to trace a birth certificate or early census entries. I sensed that my mother and aunt were reluctant to answer my questions on her early life; even my father could not throw any light on Alice, nor my mother's cousins. Was she perhaps illegitimate? I was left, though with an impression that Alice was clearly well respected, by the family and the local community.
My mother and aunt were my main source of family memories, but how I wish I had written these down, as I am left with only vague, often conflicting details. Was my grandmother born in Bolton, Liverpool or Manchester? I had to wait patiently until 2011 and the release of the 1911 census to see it stated Bolton.
But it was at my grandfather's house where as a treat, I was shown the shoe-box of old family photographs and memorabilia kept in a cupboard by the fireplace - the beginning of my ancestral trail.
from Flanders Field to his wife and children back home.
So gathering memories from older relatives can be a sensitive issue, but also a rewarding experiencing when successful. The key message is: don't leave it too late.
But gathering memories of a place connected with your family can often help fill the gap when family records, memories and memorabilia records are slight.
My local heritage group Auld Earlston has a "Sharing Memories" project where we gather memories from older residents on such topics as wartime life, the shops (long gone) in the village, working in the mill (closed 1969) and travelling by railway railway (closed 1963). These memories are published on our blog and feature in our popular annual exhibitions.
My local heritage group Auld Earlston has a "Sharing Memories" project where we gather memories from older residents on such topics as wartime life, the shops (long gone) in the village, working in the mill (closed 1969) and travelling by railway railway (closed 1963). These memories are published on our blog and feature in our popular annual exhibitions.
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Having grown up surrounded by great grandparents, grandparents and great aunts I feel for you and anyone who missed out on that. Thank heavens your grandfather kept that shoebox of memories. I hope you find out more about your grandmother Alice some day.
ReplyDeleteDon’t we all wish we’d gathered more memories. I lived next door to dad’s parents yet I have few stories from their history. I wonder was I just oblivious or did they not talk about it much/at all. Regrets, I have a few...
ReplyDeleteThank you both for commenting. I liked your phrase, Pauleen about perhaps being oblivious. I was well into my teens when two grandparents died, and although I was very interested in history by that age, I just never thought of talking to my grandparents about thttteir life - a self centred teenager perhaps? I do though remember overhearing conversations among the adults, about life during the war.
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