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 she remembers her and this ring is a permanent reminder of the gran she loved.
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...
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