Roots, shoots and stories

My husband's grandfather, Wladyslaw Stepek, was born in November of 1893, the eldest of nine children. Unlike five of his siblings, Wladyslaw survived childhood, a childhood spent on a small farm in Haczow, a village in present day south-eastern Poland, but at that point in time was occupied by Austria. He had, however, caught tuberculosis as a child and did almost die. His next challenge came when both his parents died and at the age of 19, he found himself an orphan and head of the household. We think at this time he was studying pharmacy at university. However, in the following year1914, everything changed with the onset of World War I. Wladyslaw Stepek Wladyslaw was quickly conscripted into the medical corps of the Austrian army against his wishes as he was a fervent supporter of the resumption of Polish independence. His situation worsened when he was captured by the Russian army in 1915 and sent to Mariupol in present day Ukraine. There he was sent to work in a chemical facto

 When we research our ancestors and their families, it is all to easy to become a collector of names, dates and places. After all, we want to 'know' who they were and where they lived and when, in order to get a glimpse into what their life was like. We look for photographs of our most recent ancestors to see what they looked like. We trawl censuses, Poor Law Applications, Wills and Testaments to get some detail about their rank in society, their jobs, their financial circumstances. We discover their families, the children they had, the children they lost. We may read their obituaries and gravestones and scan their death certificates for cause of death. Through research, we can slowly start to build up a picture of them, a notion that we know 'who they were'. But something will usually elude us - we will never truly know their feelings/emotions, even if we know the key moments in their lives. Take my grandmother, Christina, who lost her first four children and then anot

My husband Martin's ancestors all tended to have big families and the family Martin grew up in was no exception - he had seven brothers and two sisters! Whereas in the past these large families lived in crammed accommodation, despite the size of his family, they had more than enough space, though it could be always be described as a 'full house'. The house in question is a stone built Georgian house from around the 1820s. Martin's father, a successful businessman, knew a bargain when he came across one. When he first saw the house in 1960, it was in a terrible state, with holes in the roof and rotten floorboards. The huge garden was waist high in weeds. He bought it for the sum of £1000 and spent the best part of a year repairing and restoring the house and garden to their former states to be a lovely busy home for his large and growing family.   If ten children and two adults were not enough, his Aunt Mary, a lady with special needs, came to live with them after the de

Looking at my DNA matches over various platforms and my family tree research, it is obvious to me that my paternal grandmother's line - the Walkers - are the line which have the most descendants (or at least the most descendants who have tested) and who have spread out furthest over the world. My great great grandparents James Walker (1777-1862) and Ellen Muir (1790-1866) from Linlithgow in Scotland had ten children - eight boys and two girls. Such large families were not uncommon in those times. Two of the boys never married, but between them the other eight siblings produced at least 52 grandchildren! The eldest of the siblings, George Walker was, however,  the only one of the children to ever leave Scotland and that was later in life, when he followed his son John, a miner, over to the USA. It is, however, many of the grandchildren of James and Ellen who decide to leave their homeland for the USA and for Australia. Their USA destinations included Kansas, Colorado, Ohio and Maryl

 The two great-great grandmothers that I know the least about are my two Irish great-grandmothers, one paternal and one maternal, Sarah Diamond and Jane Chambers. That is not surprising since Irish records can be difficult to research and to find. So what do I know of them and what information am I missing? Sarah first appears when she marries my 2 x great grandfather, William Boag in Glasgow in 1819. Both were working in the textile industry. Source: Scotlands People Their marriage in the Gorbals was conducted by an independent minister, the significance of which was lost on me at the time but became clearer once I started looking for the baptismal records of her children, whom I had found in the 1841 census for Eaglesham, where William was a cotton spinner. Although I could find her sons' baptisms in the Church of Scotland records, it was only when I checked the Catholic records that I found her daughters! That suggested that Sarah was an Irish Catholic and why her marriage to W

 This is not the tale of one home or even one plot of family land. It would be nice and simple if my paternal grandparents had stayed put in one house after they married, or moved a couple of times. However, my research over the years and, more recently, information given to me to my eldest living paternal cousin paints a very different story. My grandparents John and Christina married in 1887 at Greenhill in Shotts Parish, Lanarkshire. Christina had been born in Greenhill in 1868. They started off their married life in Greenhill, and about ten years later they moved a short distance away to Whitehill, living at 139 Shotts Road. John was a coalminer, employed at that time in the Greenhill colliery. This old map shows the location of the colliery in relation to the areas of Greenhill and Whitehill. It's likely they resided in accommodation provided by the mining company such as that detailed below: By 1911, they had moved again, as they are found in the 1911 census at Fernieshaw Far

Being the youngest of all my paternal cousins by miles - my oldest cousin was 40 years old when I was born -  I was always on call at weddings to be the little flower girl or the child who handed over the lucky horseshoe to the happy couple. In fact I had that role for the weddings of the two sons of that oldest cousin, in 1961 and 1962 respectively. For one of those 'jobs' ( I can't remember which) I received a gold locket, which I have to this day. I then seemed to wear it anytime I was a flower girl, including my sister's wedding in 1965. So for me this locket symbolises the fact I was the baby of the family trotted out at family weddings! At the moment my daughter is wearing two gold rings. A small heart shaped one, which used to be mine when I was young, but which no longer fits me, and a more intricate custom designed one. This one was made from my mother's plain gold wedding band for my daughter's 21st birthday. Her gran died when she was 8 years old, but