I’ve been writing this blog, firstly as ‘Life in Laroque‘, and later, when we returned to England, as ‘From Pyrenees to Pennines‘ for eight years now. I’m beginning to feel the ‘brand’ is becoming a little tired, and that I may no longer post quite so regularly.
But I shan’t stop writing. I’m planning to start a blog that I’ll call ‘Notes on a family‘, which will mainly be for family members to read. I can’t think it will attract many followers from further afield.
Mine is a relatively small family. As a child, I had no brothers, no sisters, no grandparents, no aunts, and only one uncle, whom I met once. Obviously then, no cousins either. I didn’t mind. I listened to my schoolfriends moaning about the torments of having a brother, how annoying their sisters were, and how embarrassing they found their Uncle Norman and Auntie Elaine, and took their comments at face value.
One of my regrets when my mother died was that I’d asked her so little about her family. Her father, for instance, who’d died when she was 19. He was one of 8 siblings born to a poor London family. Alone among those siblings, he was sent to Grammar School, which can’t have been at all easy. He won a scholarship to Cambridge, where he did exceptionally well, and became a parish priest. What’s the story there? I shall never know now.
My father too. He came from Poland during World War II. His family were well-to-do landowners at one point, but his father died when he was 12. Because his mother remarried and I don’t know what her new surname was, I have no means of tracing any family members there.
But there are leads I can follow, and I have started to do so. My new blog will not be organised chronologically. Rather I’ll tell tales as they occur to me, recount results of research when I have any successes. Here’s the first post.