This morning was grand...I chopped scraps of fabric up into lengths for the rag rug I'm making...it's very satisfiying to be deliberately destructive! Then this afternoon was good...picked a big bowl of Blackberries...need to keep picking now because the devil will pee on them at the end of the month...and then I finished a cushion cover and stuffed one of Heatons cushions inside and it's all sort of fat and comfy.
The trouble arose when I went onto Ancestry for half an hour and found some eejit had happily announced that a man who died in a battle in England in the 1400's had been buried in America...I wanted to burst into tears...or get hold of said person and shake them until their teeth rattled...the scary part is the thought they pass this information onto their children and grandchildren...you have an ancestor who was killed in England but don't worry...he was buried here in America. In Philadelphia actually....
Why don't they feckin look it up...it's easy 'cos Ancestry give you huge hints...and they'll always be at least one other person doing the same tree who knows where the bloke was buried...how do they imagine he got to America when he was dead and had probably begun to smell pretty awful...
Ignorance drives me quite demented...not 'not knowing' that's altogether completely different...but plain pig ignorance...not using your feckin brain...
The internet practically forces facts and figures down your throat...there is simply no excuse.
Anyway, I found a relative who was apparently the foster mother of Queen Elizabeth 1st...didn't much care for her, she seemed rather fearsome...not the foster mother but the Virgin Queen. And I didn't care for the fashion of shaving your hairline right back either...
The foster mother was married to the man killed in battle...and then buried in America....they were only married a matter of days before he met his demise but she managed to have his baby eleven months later...I think some of those upper class women were probably putting it about a bit.
And it must have hurt you know...shaving your hairline...perhaps they used a honey paste...hot wax? There wasn't any of that revolting smelly Veet back then. When I was in hospital I had a line in my neck with lots of dangly bits hanging off it to adminster various drugs...when the nurse finally dismantled it and took the plaster holding it all down off my neck, I nearly went through the roof...it was positively awful to have the fine hairs ripped off in one fell swoop...imagine doing the same to your hairline...for fashions sake.
I didn't find anyone else today...or rather I didn't find any beheadings or murders...plenty enough people who are now beginning to sort of meet up...so I've begun with my Father and gone backwards along different lines of the same family...now I'm gradually getting to the common ancestor for all of them who seems to be Harald Bluetooth, the Viking...at some point I'm going to have to print them all off and attempt to connect them all...