Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Digging up the past… #familyhistory #genealogy #OurAuthorGang



“The past is a foreign country:
they do things differently there.”

Forget-Me-Not 

That iconic line from The Go-Between by L. P. Hartley is one of my favourite openings to any book I have ever read, and I used to think it summed up the past. The world of our ancestors would be so foreign to us. What would we possibly have in common with family members who lived so long ago?

Many years ago, my mum decided to make my siblings and me a photo album each for Christmas. We had recently lost a very precious great aunt and great uncle, and my mum was concerned that one day there would be no one who could tell us the names of those in these timeworn photographs that she had. We had no idea that she was putting together these albums, and it did bring tears to my eyes when she presented me with mine.

I had always been interested in where I had come from, and I was fascinated with programs such as Who do you think you are? One day, I promised myself that I would research my roots, but that was about as far as I got.

Until the day my mum gave me that photo album.

Now all families have their stories and mine is no different. The story was...we came from Scotland. We had something going on with The Tudor Dynasty, although no one seemed to know what that meant. There was a Roman connection, which is hardly surprising, considering that Britain was once under Roman rule. And finally, there was something to do with the Vikings, but no one knew what that was. It was, I thought, a concoction of nonsense. Just a story that sounded good when children asked.

Still, this photo album gave me the motivation I needed. Like any amateur genealogist, I started with what I did know and slowly I began to make a picture out of the jigsaw of the past. I signed up to ancestry, and suddenly the world became a great deal bigger.

It wasn’t just about stalking dead people; it was about connecting with relations I did not even know existed in the first place. And suddenly, what started out as a solo project became a team effort.

William, my Great Grandfather, was a blacksmith ~ he is the one on the right, with the very cool moustache! 

Not so long ago, I was contacted by a cousin who said she had some photos and information that she wanted to share with me about my GG Grandmother, and my namesake, Mary. What she had, literally left me speechless. It was a treasure trove of photos, going back six generations. A family Bible that is around 170 years old. A pressed buttonhole from a wedding that occurred in 1845 — The blue of the forget-me-nots could still be made out. I had to blink back the tears when I saw it.

Mary and George,  my GGG Grandparents.


One of my GG aunts, it turns out, was a midwife and my cousin had her, I guess we would call it a work diary. In amid her jobs listed for the day, was the words, "Don't forget the flour and the eggs for the cake." - Maybe someone was having a birthday.

There were ledgers, shopping list with the price of everything next to it. Some of the items had been crossed out - they were too expensive to buy.

My Gran is the little girl at the front, with her two brothers, her mother (my G-Grandmother) and her father, (my GG-Grandfather)

 
And there was a book of sums, where my GG Grandmothers was trying to stretch the money out for the week. What could she do without?


And as I looked at all these amazing things, I smiled, because their concerns are the same concerns that we have now. Paying the rent. Shopping. Recording births and deaths. Maybe the customs would be foreign, but the rhythm of life was the same.


Another family member presented me with letters from The Great War. These letters were from my Great Grandparents to my Grandfather while he was stationed out in Egypt. Some of them made me laugh, and others made me cry. Reading those words, which were written over a hundred years ago, I could, as a mother, understand the fear beneath the encouragement as my Great Grandmother wrote about the weather and the price of flour.  She wrote about mundane things that circled the fact that her son was in a foreign country fighting a war. The letters would always end with, "It will not be long, and you will be home. Have patience and may God bless you and keep you safe." Thankfully he came home.

My Great Grandparents on my Grandfather's side


I was told the story of my Great Uncle, who was in a bomber squadron in WW2. He had completed his first tour of duty, but he volunteered to go back for a second. Then one day the dreaded letter came. He was missing over the channel, presumed dead. My Great Grandmother was so distraught that she foolishly went to a fortune-teller who told her that one day her son would come home – she believed her, but he never did.

My Great Uncles in his RAF uniform.


These names on a family tree suddenly came to mean more than a date of when they were born and where they died. Suddenly, I could fill in those missing years of their lives. I could see their handwriting. I could smile along with them as they communicated news in their letters. I could flick through the pages of a book and know that this was a treasured possession. I could take a dried brittle buttonhole and lay in the palm of my hand and know that this had been so important to that couple, my many great grandparents, that they wanted to keep a memento of their special day, forever. The forget-me-nots suddenly took on a whole new meaning.

And I knew that Hartley was wrong when he said the past is a foreign country. The customs may be very different to what we know now, but some things are the same in every generation, and they always will be. Love, hope, joy and grief. We have a lot in common, and there is a great deal that our ancestors can still teach us.

Now, I guess you want to know about those Vikings, Scotland, and the Tudors. Did I find them? Or was it just a family myth?

The Tudors?

I'll start with the Tudors - for those who know their history, The Battle of Bosworth Fields, was the climax to the long and bitter War of the Roses. My cousin was there, at Bosworth. He, umm, left it to the last minute to decided which side he would fight for and when he finally committed, it wasn’t on the side of his King, Richard III, but on the side of Henry Tudor! I am, of course, talking about the Stanley’s. My side of the Stanley family had the good sense to stay out of it. I guess being the younger son sometimes has an advantage.

“Traitor! Traitor! Traitor!”

The Stanley’s were not the only members of my family at Bosworth. My cousin, Richard, was there, fighting for his throne. It was a battle he would lose.

A stained-glass window in St. James Church, Sutton Cheney ~ Wikipedia


 Scotland?

It didn’t take long to find my Scottish ancestors, and of course, they were always in the thick of it. Fighting the English and trying to win back their country. I believe a cousin of mine did the impossible and "sent him homeward, Good Edwards army, to think again..." at Bannockburn. He then went on to become King of Scotland ~ a family tradition it seemed. For not only can I claim the Bruce Clan as ancestors but also the MacAlpin’s ~ the first Kings of Scotland.


Statue of Robert the Bruce at the Bannockburn Battle Field ~ Wikipedia


The Vikings?

A cousin of mine had one of those DNA test’s done, and she was very excited when the results came back. The Viking connection was not a family myth, far from it. If you are a fan of Vikings, then you will know whom I am talking about when I speak of Rollo. It turns out he is my many greats grandfather too. Who knew?!

Rollo on the Six Dukes statue in Falaise ~ Wikipedia


I could waste hours away looking at records, and I have been asked, how can you possibly enjoy that?

I’m a historian. I love it. I wanted to know where we came from, and I have done that. I love the fact that I can trace my ancestry back to William the Conqueror, Harold Godwin and Harald Hardrada — the three central players in the year 1066. Now that gives a new meaning to the word irony!

The Romans?

Yes, I found them too! Although when we go back that far, the records are not as reliable.


Searching for your ancestors is like going on an epic treasure hunt - you never know what you are going to find. I even found a highwayman - now I wasn’t expecting that - unfortunately, he didn’t live to tell the tale, poor man. English justice back then wasn’t very forgiving.

And I like reconnecting with family members and listening to their stories.

Now it’s your turn. Who do you think you are?

References 
Forget-Me-Nots ~ Pixabay
A stained-glass window in St. James Church, Sutton Cheney ~ Wikipedia
Statue of Robert the Bruce at the Bannockburn Battle Field ~ Wikipedia
Rollo on the Six Dukes statue in Falaise ~ Wikipeida
The Roman chariot ~ Pixabay


If you fancy joining me in the 6th Century, why not check out
 The Du Lac Chronicles series!



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Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Love's An Adventure At Any Age

Grace Augustine, Author
www.graceaugustine.weebly.com


  My tagline..."Love's an Adventure at Any Age" fits perfectly with my writing genre...love, romance, and life issues.
  We have a tendency to think love is all about the fireworks. While fireworks are nice, they are momentary...blasting the sky with color that soon fades, leaving us a dark sky.
  Love, true lasting love, is a lifetime adventure. If you are fortunate to find that one special person to spend the rest of your life with, the fireworks happen, the tears happen, children happen, death happens. 
  Enter romance. Romance, as I said in my prior blog, is the icing on the cake, the sprinkles on the ice cream, and definitely the bling on love.
   Think of adventure when you think of love. Think of adventure when you think of romance. Love and romance are timeless and each is an adventure in its own right.
   

My Acorn Hills series was born from the aftermath of a bad relationship. But, once I started writing, I knew the characters I'd introduced in book one, Bittersweet, had their own stories to tell. So, the characters took me from their time in high school through present day. You will read of betrayal, friendships, teen pregnancy, adoption, death of a parent, birth of twins, disease ridden bodies that don't obey, and most of all romance.


An excerpt from Bittersweet, Book 1 of The Acorn Hills Series, free on Amazon 

     “I don’t just want to be normal, Jake. I want to be YOUR normal. But, after what you just said, normal isn’t enough and I will never BE enough for you. I have never denied you anything. I gave you all of who I am and it still isn’t enough.”
          “But, Baby Doll, you know I love you,” Jake interjected as he walked back behind his desk, putting even more space between them.
           Jillian wasn’t having any of it. She stood up and followed him. She began barking at him again, just inches away from his face.
          “I cannot and will not stand by while you charm your way into the beds of other women.  You knew how I felt about all this when we agreed you could stay in my home.  Now I know what it is all about, I’m not just going to sit idly in the same space with you, not saying anything, when you get phone calls and text messages that put this stinking, slimy smile on your face!”
          She seldom ever raised her voice, but it was at a decibel right now where those in the outer office could hear every word. She was so angry! A fire-breathing dragon had nothing on her right now. She fingered the Polish crystal paper weight on Jake’s desk, wondering if she threw it at the window behind him just how many shards of glass there would be surrounding them."

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Red Haired Girl #OurAuthorGang

The Red Haired Girl
by
Rick Haynes



As part of the Portsmouth festivities for 2017, a collaboration between writers, film makers, and the Portsmouth Community, would take place.
Firstly, film makers and members of the Portsmouth community were invited to make films about Portsmouth across three themes.
Portsmouth Past - Portsmouth People - Portsmouth Places
Eventually, these would be available for viewing on the Portsmouth Plugged In, YouTube channel.
Writers were then invited to choose a film as their inspiration for writing a six-minute monologue. The monologues would be recorded on podcasts and put on the website.
I chose, The Red Hair Girl, but changed the title on my own YouTube channel to The Red Haired Girl. Many hours later, I had written my fifth and final draft. It was one of the hardest things that I’ve ever managed, writing wise, as both the picture and the words had to flow together.
The original film was in colour, but after a planning meeting with my son, Ryan, we both thought that perhaps a black and white film would work better. It did.
I sat on a chair in his studio and spoke into a microphone. Within a minute, my mind was completely immersed in the monologue. Three goes later, and Ryan was satisfied. Little did I know that his work had only just begun, as it took many hours to achieve the sound balance, and for the words to sail along with the images of the girl. It seemed strange to hear my own voice on playback, as my first reaction was negative; it wasn’t me speaking. My son soon put me right.
Ryan did a brilliant job and I’m very proud of him.

Website:
http://www.rickhaynesauthor.com/

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Sunday, August 6, 2017

On a Dare She Wrote: Lorraine Carey #OurAuthorGang

We invited authors, aspiring authors, and poets to be our guest on the Author Gang's blog.

Author Lorraine Carey submitted her beautiful poem from her upcoming book and chose this picture to match her poem.

Lorraine's poem will be featured in the Golden Box Books Publishing's Readers' Magazine.


On Borrowed Time~

She’s been on the run before
Most of her life
By herself
From her past
From her abusers
It had become a way of life

It was time for her to face her future
One that would hold the key to her release
From a Hell she’s endured for most of her life
Transformation was her only option
One that would finally set her free
But not without a price
And she had the goddess to guide her
Along with a few supernatural creatures

Time was running out
She had a few more souls to save
But not without risking her own
For she wanted to return home
A place that was now just a vision
She had to unleash her power once again
But could she face the dark magic 
That led to her demise not so long ago?
She had to decide and quickly
For she was running on borrowed time

~ Lorraine Carey
from On Borrowed Time, Book 2, Women of the Willow Wood



Lorraine Carey is a veteran children's reading specialist, teacher, and an International Award-Winning Author. She has taught in many states in the US and provided reading services for students at a private school on Grand Cayman, where she lives with her husband. Six years ago she was a city gal, living in Orange County, California, where life was very different from the one she lives now. Trading in her fashionable heels for flip-flops was quite a change but led to a lifestyle that allowed for a writing career to begin.

Her love for paranormal stories and urban legends began at a young age when staying up all night to watch spooky movies or reading a scary book started a lifelong passion. 

Published novels include: Losing Ground, a short memoir, followed by Mysteries of the Red Coyote Inn, Out of the Ashes, Jonathan's Locket and The Last Vestal Virgin. All of these novels are paranormal with a mix of historical fiction, woven with urban legends. Beloved Sacrifice is a Supernatural Thriller for Young Adults to Adults. A Rock Star Reader by Kindergarten is a self-help guide for parents on creating a successful reader and lifelong lover of literacy. The Good Teacher, Women of the Willow Wood book 1, a Supernatural thriller was Indie published and now under contract with Emsa Publishing. It is a projected series to include three books.

Most recent works include Camp Cougar, which is the author’s first attempt in the erotica field. She has teamed up with a co-author to create this hybrid, humorous erotica.

When not writing you can find Lorraine reading, beach- hopping, snorkeling, or boating around the island with her husband on their boat, the Angelica. 

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