It's one of those days when I've been dithering about what to write and wondering is it worth the effort 'cos I've nothing terribly interesting to say but for the fact I forgot to buy any potatoes and now there are only six little ones left for supper but it doesn't matter 'cos I'll have pasta...

Then I cut some of my fabric to make cushion covers...but the sun came out and I was quietly sweltering in my workroom so came indoors and wondered whatever happened to five little boys when their mother died 'cos their father didn't have them...they weren't married either...the parents, I mean. Brazen as you like, they said they were unmarried, but he acknowledged the children as his which was something I suppose...and there we were thinking the Victorians were so strait-laced. Perhaps it was different in darkest Norfolk back in 1880.

And she named one of her boys Gathorne...honestly she did...and that wasn't copied from a soap opera either because there was no such thing then. The others were named Albert and Herbert and so on.

Then another of Himself's people was called Rightous...and he called his son that as well and so did that son...so now the tree is sprinkled with men named Rightous...but they were a Methodist family so maybe that name was a Chapel thing. Mind you, the other children didn't have fancy names.

There is a couple of Hepzibahs as well, but one changed to Harriet which makes tracing her down the years more interesting and awkward.

I found a bee-keeper...but he was called George...you know where you are with a George. Several Jesse's and a Lois, which I always thought to be a modern name...but not so apparently.

There aren't many Susans...Mother always said that was a maid's name but most of the house servants seem to have been called Ann or Mary...never Susan.

And everyone had boarders...it rather looked as if you could squash another person into a bed somewhere then they could come and live with you...some boarders were positively ancient...some were alarmingly young and there were many in between. It was commonplace to have an apprentice live with you if you had a trade...most of the thatchers I've found had young lads who were learning thatching. They used reeds mostly in Norfolk...though there are still a very few farmers who grow the sort of wheat whose stalks were used for thatching...

One of Himself's people lived to be ninety-five...his death cert says he died 'of old age'

And I found yet another lad who was killed in the First War and his gravesite which is in one of the huge War Graves cemeteries in France...and that made me wonder about the bodies. They can't have all been taken for immediate burial...the logistics of removing everyone killed in battle to a safe place and then ensuring they were decently buried seems highly unlikely. So, are those War Graves simply there for remembrance...and the actual remains lie in a covered in trench in a battlefield?

Something else I was wondering was when did people first begin to celebrate their birthdays...the dates of when the birth was registered must be fairly accurate...but on any form the person filled in themselves...like the census...the date tends to vary each time and is always 'abt'...never exact. And the year can change with a good five years either side of the real date of birth...

Anyway...I'd better go and get the supper.