And another lovely day...could easily grow used to this weather but I suppose....to be sensible...it is only the very beginning of April and Easter is frequently cold and wet...
I painted two pots this afternoon...they were originally an ordinary plastic dustbin that Himself sawed in half because we needed big pots for something or other...and he's put the iron part of a cartwheel in front of my shed and the very old and decrepit trade bicycle is propped up against the apple tree...it's beginning to look slightly arty actually.
Which has reminded me of my stepmothers home which is or was an old water mill...haven't heard from her for over twenty years so she might have died I suppose. She had it converted with no expense spared and it was a wonderful place with the original screw thing that operated the mill wheels encased in glass in the sitting room...then there were French windows opening onto a little balcony garden which overlooked the mill stream...I suggested she approach one of the glossy magazines to see if they'd like to feature the house in an article...but she'd already done so. It had even been in American home style magazines...
I kept quiet after that. Though I was desperate to know whether she'd received fees from those publications...just being quizzy mind you, I didn't really care if she had or not.
Had a look on Ancestry this morning and found a pirate person...he drowned in the Irish Sea but it was just desserts if you like because he wasn't a nice chap at all...he's a very convoluted ancestor by marriage but I added him anyway.
It's when I begin looking at the siblings and their spouses and then it all gets a bit silly because it's easy to stray so far from the main line of research that I quite forget who is who...but I like it when adding one more person makes everything clear as I did today when I found my 4x Gt Grandmother again by chance...or rather I found her first husband, having not known before that she'd been twice married.
They didn't leave it long after being bereaved to re-marry...and it didn't seem to matter much how many children they had either...you'd have thought it off-putting to take on a widow woman with nine children. How they stuffed them all into an ag.labs cottage heaven only knows...though I don't know where 4x Gt Grandmother lived or what her husband did 'cos it was too far back...
And that can be infuriating...you have the general address of course, from the marriage certificates etc, but before the census began in 1841 there are few enough records of occupations...unless they were landed gentry. Then there are plenty.
But I haven't found any truly interesting stories about the ancestors for ages...and because I've not paid for searches abroad this month, I can't annoy myself over the immigrants to America with their preaching and naming their children Deliverance...all while being hateful to the Indians. They were so feckin' grasping...they acquired so much land from different tribes, fencing it off and wrecking old native burial grounds while building bigger and better houses than their neighbours...it'll be when I find a remote cousin kept slaves that I'll really spit. Remember these are the people who led chaste lives when they lived in England...no fun or fripperies just a great deal of Bible thumping. It all went haywire when they were faced with vast acres of land that could be theirs if they had no scruples about stealing it.
Such meticulous records they kept...who owned what and how much it cost and even the type of land it was...marshy or fallow or with a crop already sown. And they squabbled over Wills and children who failed to be successful...picking out favourites to leave their estates to and totally ignoring the 'barren' daughter...
I think those early settlers were awful. I have much more sympathy with those who went in the 1800's and faced long wagon treks across virtually uncharted territory...
But there were bounty hunters paid by the government to collect Indian scalps...especially during the 1840 Indian Wars of Texas and Mexico...probably one of the most un-nerving and disturbing books about those times is Cormac McCarthy's, Blood Meridian...there are passages which are virtually unreadable so terrible is the story.
I often wonder why we have this compulsion for more...more land...more money...more of everything. And if it doesn't come our way by peaceful means, then we'll slaughter and maim until we acquire whatever it is we lust after anyway...
So, while I'm certainly interested in the American relatives...and there are hundreds of them, or so it seems, I don't much care for the fact they are, or were, actually relatives of mine who preached the Holy Gospel every Sunday...and probably thumped the pulpit with their fist to make a point...and then went off to the local Indian village on Monday to give the children 'proper' names...none of this nonsense of being named White Hawk...fenced off tribal lands and couldn't have given a fig when they passed on venereal diseases and smallpox...
I rather think I'd choose the dubious Irish pirate who drowned when his boat went down in the Irish sea...at least he knew what and who he was.