BITS & PIECES

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0><tr> <td valign="top" height=82 BGCOLOR="#CCCC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0028dfe1esnpes.jpg"> <div> <B>SANDRA'S SHRUBSOLE & LOCKLEY FAMILIES  </B><B> </B></div> <div> <FONT SIZE="2" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Times New Roman" >                                                                                 </FONT><A HREF="introduction.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="INTRODUCTION"><U>SHRUBSOLE FAMILY TREE</U></A>                                 <A HREF="id535.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="LOCKLEY WEBSITE"><U>LOCKLEY FAMILY TREE</U></A></div> <div> </div> </td> </tr><tr> <td valign="top" height=398 BGCOLOR="#CCCC99" TEXT="#080000" bgproperties="fixed" background="0028dfc3.jpg"> <div> <B>BITS & PIECES</B><B> <A NAME="pieces"><IMG BORDER="0" SRC="1x1.gif" HEIGHT="1" ALIGN="bottom" WIDTH="1" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0" ></A></B></div> <div> This page is where I am collecting poems, quotes, humour and oddities.  It is purely for the lighter side of family history and I hope some of it brings a smile to your face.  All contributions gratefully received.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b1f24b0.png" border=0 width="498" height="75" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>Dear Ancestor... </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Your tombstone stands among the rest; </B></div> <div> <B>Neglected and alone. </B></div> <div> <B>The name and date are chiseled out </B></div> <div> <B>On polished, marbled stone. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>It reaches out to all who care </B></div> <div> <B>It is too late to mourn. </B></div> <div> <B>You did not know that I exist </B></div> <div> <B>You died and I was born. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Yet each of us are cells of you </B></div> <div> <B>In flesh, in blood, in bone. </B></div> <div> <B>Our blood contracts and beats a pulse </B></div> <div> <B>Entirely not our own. </B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Unknown author.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b2f24b0.png" border=0 width="498" height="75" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b3993a0.png" border=0 width="409" height="58" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>If Your Family Tree Doesn't Fork</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Many many years ago when I was twenty three,</B></div> <div> <B>I got married to a widow who was pretty as could be.</B></div> <div> <B>This widow had a grown-up daughter</B></div> <div> <B>Who had hair of red.</B></div> <div> <B>My father fell in love with her,</B></div> <div> <B>And soon the two were wed.</B></div> <div> <B>This made my dad my son-in-law</B></div> <div> <B>And changed my very life.</B></div> <div> <B>My daughter was my mother,</B></div> <div> <B>For she was my father's wife.</B></div> <div> <B>To complicate the matters worse,</B></div> <div> <B>Although it brought me joy,</B></div> <div> <B>I soon became the father</B></div> <div> <B>Of a bouncing baby boy.</B></div> <div> <B>My little baby then became</B></div> <div> <B>A brother-in-law to dad.</B></div> <div> <B>And so became my uncle,</B></div> <div> <B>Though it made me very sad.</B></div> <div> <B>For if he was my uncle,</B></div> <div> <B>Then that also made him brother</B></div> <div> <B>To the widow's grown-up daughter</B></div> <div> <B>Who, of course, was my step-mother.</B></div> <div> <B>Father's wife then had a son,</B></div> <div> <B>Who kept them on the run.</B></div> <div> <B>And he became my grandson,</B></div> <div> <B>For he was my daughter's son.</B></div> <div> <B>My wife is now my mother's mother</B></div> <div> <B>And it makes me blue.</B></div> <div> <B>Because, although she is my wife,</B></div> <div> <B>She's my grandmother too.</B></div> <div> <B>If my wife is my grandmother,</B></div> <div> <B>Then I am her grandchild.</B></div> <div> <B>And every time I think of it,</B></div> <div> <B>It simply drives me wild.</B></div> <div> <B>For now I have become</B></div> <div> <B>The strangest case you ever saw.</B></div> <div> <B>As the husband of my grandmother,</B></div> <div> <B>I am my own grandpa!</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Unknown Author.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b4993a0.png" border=0 width="409" height="58" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b525220.png" border=0 width="37" height="34" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>I think this is an appropriate reminder to us all when requesting help from fellow researchers:</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Lest We Forget</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>We read your desperate pleas for help</B></div> <div> <B>And we do what we can</B></div> <div> <B>We give our time freely</B></div> <div> <B>To help our fellow man</B></div> <div> <B>But you should think of what's involved</B></div> <div> <B>In getting your problem solved</B></div> <div> <B>And say a thank you now and then</B></div> <div> <B>It's courteous I'm told</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>Author</B></div> <div> <B>Alan the South Londoner in NZ</B></div> <div> <B>My thanks to Alan for this contribution.</B></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b625220.png" border=0 width="37" height="34" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b7b3370.png" border=0 width="179" height="55" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> From Peterhead to Peterborough, Pendle to Penzance,</div> <div> My merry band of ancestors has led me quite a dance.</div> <div> There's no-one rich and famous, no, not even well to-do,</div> <div> Though a second cousin twice removed once played in goal for Crewe.</div> <div>  </div> <div> My bride of just three minutes I left standing in the church,</div> <div> As I nipped into the graveyard for a spot of quick research,</div> <div> Eventually I found an uncle 60 years deceased,</div> <div> It was far more satisfying than a silly wedding feast.</div> <div>  </div> <div> But now my thirty year obsession is lying in the bin,</div> <div> Last Tuesday week I heard the news that made me chuck it in,</div> <div> For my darling mother who is not long on this earth,</div> <div> Casually informed me they'd adopted me from birth.</div> <div> Unknown Author</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b7b3370.png" border=0 width="179" height="55" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2b9792b0.png" border=0 width="377" height="43" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <B>The Genealogists Bible</B></div> <bR> <div> <B>The Ancestors commandments:</B></div> <bR> <div> Thou shall use the same forenames for at least one person from every generation, preferably at least once in every family on every generation, just to cause confusion.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall wait the maximum amount of time before registering births and deaths, or better still somehow forget to get them registered at all.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall have 2 forenames, and use them both separately on official records, but never both together.</div> <div> Thou shall change your forename at least once during your lifetime.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall use every conceivable spelling for your surname, and make up a few as well.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall never use the same year of birth or birthdate. Always vary it, adding on a couple of years here and taking away a couple of years there.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall use the house name and county as your place of birth, and not the village or town.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall completely disappear without trace for at least 15 years of your life, and suddenly turn up again.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall use at least 2 versions of your fathers name.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall not use family members as your witnesses at your wedding.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall get married somewhere that neither of you live.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall not have all of your children baptised, and shall not always use the same church.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall move between counties at least once every 10 years. </div> <bR> <div> Thou shall move hundreds of miles from your home town at least once. Better still would be to move to another country in the UK.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall make life as difficult as possible for your descendents when they decide to research you.</div> <bR> <div> Thou shall use as many of these commandments as is possible during your lifetime, but not all are necessary.</div> <bR> <div> My thanks to Maureen Downes for this contribution & the following poem of hers.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2ba792b0.png" border=0 width="377" height="43" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2bb8e2b0.png" border=0 width="142" height="43" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <B>Family History</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> I decided to do my family history</div> <div> Just for the fun of it.</div> <div> I hadn't realised the purgatory</div> <div> To get every single hit.</div> <bR> <div> I've been to the library</div> <div> Where I spent an hour or two.</div> <div> I've managed to find the Priory</div> <div> Now my eyes feel like glue.</div> <bR> <div> I went to the record office</div> <div> Hoping to find Harry Moore.</div> <div> Eventually he did surface</div> <div> But as Marry Hoore.</div> <bR> <div> I posted to the list</div> <div> With a glint of hope.</div> <div> Willing to persist</div> <div> Don't know if I'll cope.</div> <bR> <div> How do I get on from here</div> <div> Not knowing who they were.</div> <div> My brain is out of gear</div> <div> Am I looking for him or her.</div> <bR> <div> I've been staring at the screen</div> <div> For many hours up till now.</div> <div> Wondrous what I can glean</div> <div> Sweat dripping from my brow.</div> <bR> <div> Hubby's home it a while</div> <div> Hope he's in a good mood.</div> <div> Done a little left a pile</div> <div> Got to get him some food.</div> <bR> <div> Haven't time to clean the house</div> <div> While I'm on the internet.</div> <div> Did I just see a mouse</div> <div> Or was it just my little pet.</div> <bR> <div> Tomorrow's another day</div> <div> Giving up for tonight.</div> <div> Pity I don't get any pay</div> <div> But it is still a delight.</div> <bR> <div> Here's to Abraham INGLESON</div> <div> And looking at you Alfred DOWNES.</div> <div> Not forgetting every ATKINSON</div> <div> You've all cost me pounds.</div> <bR> <div> To every family member</div> <div> Be you gone, here or to come,</div> <div> I love you all remember</div> <div> Stranger that I am to some.</div> <bR> <div> Where would I be without you</div> <div> Not here that I know.</div> <div> Just wish you could give me a clue</div> <div> As to all that YOU know.</div> <bR> <div> By Maureen Downes</div> <div> <A HREF="http://www.ullenhall85.freeserve.co.uk" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.ullenhall85.freeserve.co.uk"><U><U>www.ullenhall85.freeserve.co.uk</U></U></A><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><A HREF="http://www.ullenhall85.freeserve.co.uk" TARGET="_top" TITLE="http://www.ullenhall85.freeserve.co.uk"><U> </U></A></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2bc8e2b0.png" border=0 width="142" height="43" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2bd3a320.png" border=0 width="314" height="50" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <bR> <div> <U>Hunting the Ancestors</U></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2bf5f770.png" border=0 width="95" height="119" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> I feel like Monsieur Poirot, researching for a case. </div> <div> I'm hunting in the attic with Cobwebs in my face.</div> <div> There's nothing here for me to find,</div> <div> No starting thread I can unwind,</div> <div> Just lots and lots of dust and grime.</div> <bR> <div> So now I'll ask some questions of people that I know.</div> <div> This ancestor hunting is very, very slow.</div> <div> The people that I'm asking just blankly stare in space,</div> <div> "I'm sorry but your ancestors have disappeared without a trace".</div> <bR> <div> I know that cousin Eric was a farmer down in Hoe,</div> <div> And that little Auntie Margaret married Mr Graham Lowe.</div> <div> But I never knew that uncle Fred, Whose real name was really George</div> <div> Left his last profession, as he just got really bored.</div> <bR> <div> Now that I've got going there are things I really dread,</div> <div> Like my favourite Aunty Phillipa was really Uncle Ted!</div> <div> This family thing's confusing the list of names goes on,</div> <div> I'm sure that something here is very, very wrong.</div> <bR> <div> There are skeletons in the Cupboards!</div> <div> That they thought I would not find.</div> <div> Oh dear!  That's Auntie Ethel,</div> <div> I do hope she doesn't mind.</div> <bR> <bR> <div> Author:  <FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#000000" FACE="Arial" ><B>S.J.Goodwin. Bromley, Kent</B></FONT><B>.</B></div> <bR> <bR> <div> My thanks to Sue for letting me use her poem on this page</div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2c03a320.png" border=0 width="314" height="50" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="2c114140.png" border=0 width="20" height="20" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"><A HREF="#pieces" TITLE="BITS PIECES"><U> </U></A><FONT SIZE="3" COLOR="#0000FF" FACE="Arial" ><A HREF="#pieces" TITLE="BITS PIECES"><U><B>Return to top of page</B></U></A></FONT></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>