ColinJ
Puzzle game procrastinator!
- Location
- Todmorden - Yorks/Lancs border
I'll have to use Google Streetview - I went into Halifax last year, have already been in this year, and I am not in a hurry to go back!
And you thought you had it rough...
- Thread starter swee'pea99
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Risex4
Dropped by the autobus
- Location
- The Green/Gray Hills Of Debunshire
So William Godfrey was born in 1834, died 3 years later in 1837.
His baby sister, Sarah Susannah Godfrey was born in 1835 and died a month before her older brother.
Henry Francis William Godfrey was born in 1838, perhaps named for his deceased older brother.
Sarah Susannah Godfrey was born in 1840, again maybe named for her older sister and died a month after her next older brother,
If I ever marry a Godfrey, I know what I'm not naming our children...
Ok, I'm going to hell for that, but I do find these things morbidly interesting as a window to the past. Its like a shadow you can touch.
Regretfully, people generally seem to hold these things now as a quirky accessory and nothing more. That there was a family. The second generation lived to be able to run around, talk, develop thoughts and dreams and aspirations. Their parents may have lived on and, at one point in the past, been at that very spot, holding a grief-stricken mourning to a fourth future lost to whatever fate may have befallen them.
That very same spot where people now walk over with their tea and coffee, gossiping about what Wendy did in the office or who was laughingly poor on Britain's Got Talent. See me last post on the human race and its own nature.
His baby sister, Sarah Susannah Godfrey was born in 1835 and died a month before her older brother.
Henry Francis William Godfrey was born in 1838, perhaps named for his deceased older brother.
Sarah Susannah Godfrey was born in 1840, again maybe named for her older sister and died a month after her next older brother,
If I ever marry a Godfrey, I know what I'm not naming our children...
Ok, I'm going to hell for that, but I do find these things morbidly interesting as a window to the past. Its like a shadow you can touch.
Regretfully, people generally seem to hold these things now as a quirky accessory and nothing more. That there was a family. The second generation lived to be able to run around, talk, develop thoughts and dreams and aspirations. Their parents may have lived on and, at one point in the past, been at that very spot, holding a grief-stricken mourning to a fourth future lost to whatever fate may have befallen them.
That very same spot where people now walk over with their tea and coffee, gossiping about what Wendy did in the office or who was laughingly poor on Britain's Got Talent. See me last post on the human race and its own nature.
Yes well what can you expect. Hebden Bridgers the lot of 'em. I bet you're bird Col.Guests, or 'guests'?
"I love and only love the fairer sex and thus beloved by them in turn, my heart revolts from any love but theirs." - Anne Lister.
Me too! (Apart from the "beloved by them in turn" bit.
"Yet my manners are certainly peculiar, not all masculine but rather softly gentleman-like. I know how to please this fair maiden of mine." - Anne Lister.
Me too! (Apart from the having a fair maiden to please bit.)
