To paraphrase my heroine Elle Woods, the rules of genealogy are simple and finite:
Rule #1 - Speak to living relatives to get their memories of and information about your ancestors
Rule #2 - Go back and speak to them again
Rule #3 - Go harass them some more
And so on...
Never has this simple formula proved truer than with my own father. The question, "What do you remember about your family?" always draws a blank stare. However, every time I bring up his relatives in conversation, all sorts of information starts to leak out of his brain. And it's always something new, followed by, "I'm sure I've told you this before." Then from me, "NO YOU HAVEN'T! How come I didn't know this."
I called today to tell him that my article about the 1940 census (on stands April 19th) will be featuring a few tales of his parents and a cracking photograph of his mother who was quite a beauty. I thought he'd be quite proud I was showing her off and indeed he was. Nice. And then came the story of how his parents met. All out of order from what I had thought and quite suprising. My grandfather was in the US Navy, serving in the Pacific (this I knew). He was the film projector onboard the ship (this I knew). He was electrocuted by faulty wiring while operating the projector and so badly injured he was sent back to the States to recuperate (err, didn't know that). Apparently, he was unable to feed himself (hell of an electric shock) and at the USO she was sent over to feed him. He recovered and went back to his ship and ended up landing in China. After the war, he came back to New York to find her it seems.
I had thought he had just been demobbed in New York at the end of the war and they'd met at like a dance or something. The real story is so much better than that! It's even a little comical - poor grandpa, his hair probably never sat flat on his head again.
So, everyone, interogate your parents regularly. Ring every bit of info out of them, because who knows what else is in there!!!
Saturday, April 07, 2012
Thursday, April 05, 2012
New digs
I moved house last weekend, to a flat near the common between Balham and Streatham Hill. Built just before WWI, we have the huge ground floor.
There are two gardens, in front and out back which I plan to use as an office when (if/I hope) the weather improves. The two flat mates are great, really friendly, good company, nice boyfriends, you can't ask for more! I shall be subletting for three months until Jonathan arrives. Wow, can't believe its only three months now.
There are two gardens, in front and out back which I plan to use as an office when (if/I hope) the weather improves. The two flat mates are great, really friendly, good company, nice boyfriends, you can't ask for more! I shall be subletting for three months until Jonathan arrives. Wow, can't believe its only three months now.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Hold this for me would you...
With all the talk of Jonathan, lest you (dear readers) are led to believe he is my only nephew, here's a picture of another one, from my Christmas visit to Atlanta. This little fella, like Jonathan, also looks more like me than his Mum.
I had dumped my bag in his lap as a joke, "Here Jacob, hold this for me!" Lucy (my sister) told me off, so I tried to take it back but Jacob was having none of it. He clung to it all the way home, and I thought I may have to relinquish possession on a permanent basis.
I had dumped my bag in his lap as a joke, "Here Jacob, hold this for me!" Lucy (my sister) told me off, so I tried to take it back but Jacob was having none of it. He clung to it all the way home, and I thought I may have to relinquish possession on a permanent basis.
Home Sweet London Home
This is my lovely little house in south London, Lowden Road, Herne Hill to be precise. My home until the end of the month.
It's been life-transforming being in London proper. No restrictions on travel times, no rush to catch the last not horrendously slow every station stopping train back from the city in the evening. Without peak time travel restrictions, I can be at an archive when the doors open or leave and head home whenever I feel like it. After years of Saudi Arabia, boarding schools and small town universities, being able to come and go when I please is one of the most important things for me and I find restrictions on my movements almost unbearable. Oh how wonderful it is to be free!
So then I'm moving again at the end of the month to another house not far from here. They're splendid digs which will suit me very well until the end of June when Jonathan arrives. We'll have a couple days at my house in London and then we'll retire to the family estate at Luton until he heads home in August. Now that will mean a return to restricted travel but....... anything is worth it to have Jonathan here for the summer!
It's been life-transforming being in London proper. No restrictions on travel times, no rush to catch the last not horrendously slow every station stopping train back from the city in the evening. Without peak time travel restrictions, I can be at an archive when the doors open or leave and head home whenever I feel like it. After years of Saudi Arabia, boarding schools and small town universities, being able to come and go when I please is one of the most important things for me and I find restrictions on my movements almost unbearable. Oh how wonderful it is to be free!So then I'm moving again at the end of the month to another house not far from here. They're splendid digs which will suit me very well until the end of June when Jonathan arrives. We'll have a couple days at my house in London and then we'll retire to the family estate at Luton until he heads home in August. Now that will mean a return to restricted travel but....... anything is worth it to have Jonathan here for the summer!
Friday, March 09, 2012
Update of my genealogy goals
Well folks, I have made absolutely zero progress on my 2012 genealogy goals. HOWEVER, last month I did some work for a genealogy show of which I have long been a massive fan which is an ambition fullfilled.
Also last month I was an exhibitor at Who Do You Think You Are Live, the three-day genealogy fair that kicked off my career two years ago. Last year it was very exciting to come back as an exhibitor for the show (rather than a paying customer and aspiring researcher as the year before). Then I worked quite hard, signing up new subscribers to our magazine and selling back issues and genealogy guides for Pen & Sword books. This year I seemed to spend a bit more time exhibiting myself...I struck up a flirtation with a gorgeous chap repesenting a servicemen's charity at the show. I thought he was in his mid-twenties (he told me he owns a house!) but it turns out (I discovered later) he was only 20! I didn't do so badly. Anyway, he has returned home to Preston, Lancashire, well out of harms way.
So, back to the goals. Jonathan has volunteered to be my young apprentice (eat your heart out Donald Trump!) this summer while he's here. Perhaps I'll put him on the case. Our Olympic tickets are all arranged. Now I just have to get plane/train tickets for Gdansk and Prague (his requests!) and figure out exactly how to keep him entertained. Though really, when Jonathan is around, Auntie Genevieve is the one who is entertained. He is the cleverest, funniest, brightest kid out there. We'll have six glorious weeks together. I can't wait!
Also last month I was an exhibitor at Who Do You Think You Are Live, the three-day genealogy fair that kicked off my career two years ago. Last year it was very exciting to come back as an exhibitor for the show (rather than a paying customer and aspiring researcher as the year before). Then I worked quite hard, signing up new subscribers to our magazine and selling back issues and genealogy guides for Pen & Sword books. This year I seemed to spend a bit more time exhibiting myself...I struck up a flirtation with a gorgeous chap repesenting a servicemen's charity at the show. I thought he was in his mid-twenties (he told me he owns a house!) but it turns out (I discovered later) he was only 20! I didn't do so badly. Anyway, he has returned home to Preston, Lancashire, well out of harms way.
So, back to the goals. Jonathan has volunteered to be my young apprentice (eat your heart out Donald Trump!) this summer while he's here. Perhaps I'll put him on the case. Our Olympic tickets are all arranged. Now I just have to get plane/train tickets for Gdansk and Prague (his requests!) and figure out exactly how to keep him entertained. Though really, when Jonathan is around, Auntie Genevieve is the one who is entertained. He is the cleverest, funniest, brightest kid out there. We'll have six glorious weeks together. I can't wait!
Tuesday, January 03, 2012
2012 genealogy goals
My boss Mr Nick Barratt polled his twitter followers last month on their genealogy goals for the New Year. I posted some short suggestions. Here’s my expanded list for 2012.
1. Bones - A 1903 newspaper clipping reported on how my great-great grandfather recovered a complete mastodon skeleton in Montana and tells us that he was hoarding old bones. “Jack Ducie, the well-known mining man…has a collection of fossiliferous bones at his home which would no doubt be highly prized by institutions of learning…” He died in 1917 and I want to find out which institution got the bones. My 12 year-old nephew wants to be a paleontologist. I would love for him to be able to study Jack’s bones.
2. Babies - Jack was born in England to Irish parents fleeing famine in Mayo, Ireland. There were at least eight children. Our family knew of four who later emigrated and I’ve found another four that didn’t make it through childhood. Were there more? They were Catholics and some years ago I tracked the local records down to an archdiocese archive in Birmingham which is begging for a visit.
3. Bigamist – Another great-great grandfather – English born and bred – legged it to Canada in 1910 with his son-in-law’s sister on his arm. They had a daughter born in Montreal and two grandsons. Auntie May was a bit of a looker – we have an amazing picture of her – but grandpa Arthur remains our mystery man. Could the boys [same age as my parents] in Canada have a picture? Having spent last summer working as a people searcher, it’s time to turn my new skills on my own distant cousins. I hope they’re friendly guys and obsessive hoarders of family memorabilia.
4. Baron – An obit in The Gentleman’s Magazine in 1822 purports that my 4x great-grandfather Charles Baron of Hitchin, Hertfordshire died in his hundredth year. Did the monarch send centenary birthday greetings in the 1820s? Probably no, but there must be more information about this chap and I mean to find it. Also, we don’t know his origins. But there are an awful lot of Barons up north. Could I secretly be one one hundred and second Northern?
1. Bones - A 1903 newspaper clipping reported on how my great-great grandfather recovered a complete mastodon skeleton in Montana and tells us that he was hoarding old bones. “Jack Ducie, the well-known mining man…has a collection of fossiliferous bones at his home which would no doubt be highly prized by institutions of learning…” He died in 1917 and I want to find out which institution got the bones. My 12 year-old nephew wants to be a paleontologist. I would love for him to be able to study Jack’s bones.
2. Babies - Jack was born in England to Irish parents fleeing famine in Mayo, Ireland. There were at least eight children. Our family knew of four who later emigrated and I’ve found another four that didn’t make it through childhood. Were there more? They were Catholics and some years ago I tracked the local records down to an archdiocese archive in Birmingham which is begging for a visit.
3. Bigamist – Another great-great grandfather – English born and bred – legged it to Canada in 1910 with his son-in-law’s sister on his arm. They had a daughter born in Montreal and two grandsons. Auntie May was a bit of a looker – we have an amazing picture of her – but grandpa Arthur remains our mystery man. Could the boys [same age as my parents] in Canada have a picture? Having spent last summer working as a people searcher, it’s time to turn my new skills on my own distant cousins. I hope they’re friendly guys and obsessive hoarders of family memorabilia.
4. Baron – An obit in The Gentleman’s Magazine in 1822 purports that my 4x great-grandfather Charles Baron of Hitchin, Hertfordshire died in his hundredth year. Did the monarch send centenary birthday greetings in the 1820s? Probably no, but there must be more information about this chap and I mean to find it. Also, we don’t know his origins. But there are an awful lot of Barons up north. Could I secretly be one one hundred and second Northern?
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Pardon our appearance
Apologies for appearances! I tried to mess around with the html code for my blog recently and completely mucked it up, hence the bizarre formatting. I am trying to fix it, but this isn't exactly my area of expertise and could take a while.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Roommate reunion
I'm playing catch-up and have only just got around to posting some pictures from September. I had a fantastic week mid-September when I hosted an unofficial reunion of some of my New York roommates. Courtnie Checketts (my roommate at 45 Wall Street)was in town for a week after hosting a memorial concert for 9/11 here in London at the St George's Roman Catholic Cathedral in Southwark. We spent six glorious days together! And on the Monday we were joined by Reghan Sybrowsky now Christensen (my roommate in the East Village)and her husband Kristian, who is also one of my favourite pals from my days in the city.
Our gang of four spent the day in Maritime Greenwich, one of London's most interesting neighbourhoods. We took the river taxi from Embankment Pier, about a forty-five minute journey, during which they all graciously endured a full briefing on the history of the waterfront slums of the East End which had featured prominently in an extensive family history I had just written. At Greenwich, we climbed the hill to the Royal Observatory where we took pictures of the Prime Meridien and enjoyed views of the entire city. Back in the lovely Georgian streets below, they found a great fish and chip shop and we enjoyed a very English lunch. The afternoon we spent wandering Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens and just getting caught up on each others news and goings on in New York. I'd also had a bit of a, well let's call it a romantic disappointment, and it was wonderful to have three such good friends to cheer me up and talk me round. I couldn't believe how much better I felt about it all by the end of the day and I've been fine ever since. I wish they could be here all the time!
The next day Reghan and Kristian left for Bath and the West Country and Courtnie and I boarded the Eurostar for an overnight trip to Paris.
This was her first visit to France and we tried to fit in as much as we could. The day ended with us sat on the lawns behind the Tour Eiffel, where Parisians like to congregate and picnic in the evening, and at 9 on the dot the tower played host to a dazzling blue and white light show that reflected Courtnie's feelings - Paris had dazzled her and I was so glad to be there with her.
Thursday morning we said goodbye at St Pancras as she headed to Heathrow. It's been tough to be these past 18 months away from all my friends. We talk on the phone but it's not the same as having friends with you in person. Thanks goodness London is a place everyone likes to visit!
Our gang of four spent the day in Maritime Greenwich, one of London's most interesting neighbourhoods. We took the river taxi from Embankment Pier, about a forty-five minute journey, during which they all graciously endured a full briefing on the history of the waterfront slums of the East End which had featured prominently in an extensive family history I had just written. At Greenwich, we climbed the hill to the Royal Observatory where we took pictures of the Prime Meridien and enjoyed views of the entire city. Back in the lovely Georgian streets below, they found a great fish and chip shop and we enjoyed a very English lunch. The afternoon we spent wandering Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens and just getting caught up on each others news and goings on in New York. I'd also had a bit of a, well let's call it a romantic disappointment, and it was wonderful to have three such good friends to cheer me up and talk me round. I couldn't believe how much better I felt about it all by the end of the day and I've been fine ever since. I wish they could be here all the time!
The next day Reghan and Kristian left for Bath and the West Country and Courtnie and I boarded the Eurostar for an overnight trip to Paris.
This was her first visit to France and we tried to fit in as much as we could. The day ended with us sat on the lawns behind the Tour Eiffel, where Parisians like to congregate and picnic in the evening, and at 9 on the dot the tower played host to a dazzling blue and white light show that reflected Courtnie's feelings - Paris had dazzled her and I was so glad to be there with her.
Thursday morning we said goodbye at St Pancras as she headed to Heathrow. It's been tough to be these past 18 months away from all my friends. We talk on the phone but it's not the same as having friends with you in person. Thanks goodness London is a place everyone likes to visit!
Monday, September 12, 2011
Missing Millions
My first tv show premiers tomorrow. Missing Millions on UK's ITV channel. I helped track down the lady in the first episode and worked on many more of the stories in upcoming episodes. Read about this week's episode.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Ightham
What's better than spending a day out with two of your best friends - especially friends who are so close they are more like family. 
Friday, I had my first proper day off in a really long time and took Katrina and Becky Robertson to explore a house I've long wanted to visit: Ightham Mote. It's a like a geological strata, bearing layers of architectural and social history stretching back to the 14th century.
Becky will be headed off to university soon, so we're trying to fit in as much as we can now my work crazy time has finished.
You can come stay in this bit.
Next up: me and the whole Robertson gang are headed to The Globe to see Much Ado About Nothing.
Friday, I had my first proper day off in a really long time and took Katrina and Becky Robertson to explore a house I've long wanted to visit: Ightham Mote. It's a like a geological strata, bearing layers of architectural and social history stretching back to the 14th century.
Becky will be headed off to university soon, so we're trying to fit in as much as we can now my work crazy time has finished.
You can come stay in this bit.
Next up: me and the whole Robertson gang are headed to The Globe to see Much Ado About Nothing.Friday, July 29, 2011
Escapology
A cunning plan has been executed. Wednesday morning two little boys called down from the bannisters above, "Hello Mummy!" Two little boys whose last known whereabouts was tucked up in their beds in the cosy little room they share above my sister's garage. Two little boys, who at thirty and fourteen months of age, aren't supposed to be able to get themselves up in the morning and casually make their way down to join their Mummy and elder siblings. The looks of delight on their little faces made it clear they knew this, and were quite proud of their achievement.
But how did they escape? They weren't talking. One can't anyway. The elder and probably chief conspirator would only say of baby Jacob's escape, "Goggy fell off". When asked how he, Andrew, got out of his crib, the answer was "I don't know." I think Andrew reached through Jacob's bars and hefted the little guy up over the side of the crib and he tumbled down onto something soft, namely Andrew. Andrew's route to freedom is more of a puzzle. Yesterday morning, they were retrieved by my sister. Jacob had caught his leg between the bars of his crib (another escape attempt gone wrong?) and as my sister held him to sooth his, albeit mild, distress, Andrew got anxious and demanded, "My turn to get up!" No way was he going to climb out and reveal his tactics.
But how did they escape? They weren't talking. One can't anyway. The elder and probably chief conspirator would only say of baby Jacob's escape, "Goggy fell off". When asked how he, Andrew, got out of his crib, the answer was "I don't know." I think Andrew reached through Jacob's bars and hefted the little guy up over the side of the crib and he tumbled down onto something soft, namely Andrew. Andrew's route to freedom is more of a puzzle. Yesterday morning, they were retrieved by my sister. Jacob had caught his leg between the bars of his crib (another escape attempt gone wrong?) and as my sister held him to sooth his, albeit mild, distress, Andrew got anxious and demanded, "My turn to get up!" No way was he going to climb out and reveal his tactics.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Bruges
I've been to Belgium this weekend. Beautiful weather, hot frites, delicious ice cream and great company. The main square was throned with people enjoying blue skies and the kind of wonderfully ornate buildings we just don't have on this side of le channel.
It was about 24 years ago in this place that I discovered people in the know ate their fries with mayonnaise. Even as a kid I was obsessed with good food. I've never looked back.
It was about 24 years ago in this place that I discovered people in the know ate their fries with mayonnaise. Even as a kid I was obsessed with good food. I've never looked back.
Friday, June 03, 2011
Wet weekend in Wales
I spent May bank holiday weekend in southern Wales. We spent the night in Cardiff, dodging stag parties, hoards of Englishmen in silly outfits, I was so proud.
We collected our car in the morning. A visit to Cardiff Bay was literally a wash out, but by the time we got to Swansea the rain had stopped and it was clear when we got to the Gower Peninsula. We nearly got blown off the cliffs by the gusts of wind. We had dinner in Tenby and spent the night in a place called Manorbier.
In the morning we went exploring the beach below the hotel. I love climbing over rocks and dodging the tide.
We drove along the Pembrokeshire coast and stopped at St Govan's Chapel. The we headed north through Pembroke and on to St. David's. The catherdral is purple. Seriously, it's built of purple stone, I've never seen anything like it.
After two days on the coast we turned inland to head to the Brecon Becons. We stayed the last night in a hostel in the middle of nowhere, on top of a Welsh mountain. In the morning, we had breakfast at a Welsh farmhouse and I chatted to the farmer about the age of the various parts of the house. I'm never off duty!
After three days of driving, it felt strange to be back on foot on Tuesday. And I miss eating Welsh lamb burgers.
We collected our car in the morning. A visit to Cardiff Bay was literally a wash out, but by the time we got to Swansea the rain had stopped and it was clear when we got to the Gower Peninsula. We nearly got blown off the cliffs by the gusts of wind. We had dinner in Tenby and spent the night in a place called Manorbier.
In the morning we went exploring the beach below the hotel. I love climbing over rocks and dodging the tide.
We drove along the Pembrokeshire coast and stopped at St Govan's Chapel. The we headed north through Pembroke and on to St. David's. The catherdral is purple. Seriously, it's built of purple stone, I've never seen anything like it. After two days on the coast we turned inland to head to the Brecon Becons. We stayed the last night in a hostel in the middle of nowhere, on top of a Welsh mountain. In the morning, we had breakfast at a Welsh farmhouse and I chatted to the farmer about the age of the various parts of the house. I'm never off duty!Later, we trekked for what seemed like hours to see a series of waterfalls. It was a wet day to begin with. We tried to dodge the mud and puddles, but nearly came home with a case of fin rot. It was worth the effort though.
After three days of driving, it felt strange to be back on foot on Tuesday. And I miss eating Welsh lamb burgers.Monday, May 02, 2011
The holidays are comin', the holidays are comin'.....
I'm heading back to Wales, but this time on my 'olidays. Haven't these past two weekends been holidays??? Well, um, no, actually. Although I did take much of Friday off to check out a couple of real beauties, no not the Middleton sisters but some old WWII clunkers, see below. Yeah, I'm now completely obsessed with WWII aircraft and planning to attend the airshow at Biggleswade August Bank Holiday. But back to this month. So we made all our arrangements yesterday. We are off to Wales, collecting a car in Cardiff and heading north to take in the Western coast and the national park at Snowdownia. My friend wants to climb Mount Snowdon. Yep, good luck, I'll be doing a drop off and heading somewhere a little flatter that day. Mountains are ok, but rugged coastline is more my thing and if I'm going to plunge to my death, I at least want to hear a terrific splashing sound before I meet my maker. Not that I have the nuts to go that close to the edge. But anyway, am looking forward to some time by the sea and my ever beach-ready bod is dying to dive into the freezing waves. Woooooo-hoooooooooo
Royal Wedding Day
I wasn't looking forward to the royal wedding this past weekend. I didn't mind it in theory, but having it rammed down your throat by our imagination-free media has been something of a problem the past six months. I had planned to give the whole thing a skip and bury myself in work. No chance.
A persuasive friend hauled me into London for the day. So if you can't beat them, join them, but then beat them all to a good spot! Once there, I was determined we were going to have a decent view of something. I elbowed my way through the crowds and found us a high wall on Whitehall with a great view of the action. See the X on the map below, above the label Number 5.
I have to admit for the first time all day, I felt a bit emotional. Show me a happy, beautiful young couple in love and I'm like yeah, whatever. Show me something old and I'm all a-titter.
A persuasive friend hauled me into London for the day. So if you can't beat them, join them, but then beat them all to a good spot! Once there, I was determined we were going to have a decent view of something. I elbowed my way through the crowds and found us a high wall on Whitehall with a great view of the action. See the X on the map below, above the label Number 5.
This is the point all the cars en route to the Abbey turned on to Whitehall, and we had a nice glimpse of the bride on her way. On the return journey we could see the carriage with the couple coming all the way up Whitehall and then turn back into Horseguards. Again, the bride was on our side, I gotta say it was pretty cool. We also had a laugh as we were some of the first to see the escaped horse!
However, definitely the highlight of the day was the flypast. We had gone back up to Trafalgar Sq to see the whole gang do the balcony appearance. They announced there would be a fly past by a Lancaster WWII bomber. They showed footage from the cockpit but I didn't realise the route would pass over us. Then we heard the most wonderful chuddering mechanical whirr, looked back over our shoulders to the skies over St Martins in the Fields, and suddenly the aircraft appeared, a Lancaster flanked by the lithe forms of a Spitfire and a Hurricane. They passed immediately over our heads and were so close, not more than 200-300 feet above us.
I have to admit for the first time all day, I felt a bit emotional. Show me a happy, beautiful young couple in love and I'm like yeah, whatever. Show me something old and I'm all a-titter.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Anouncing my radio debut...
Well, my research's radio debut that is. BBC Radio 4's family history programme (which ran for several episodes last fall... perhaps you caught some of them) did a special on-off on the census on Saturday. 2011 is census year here in Britain and TYR wanted to research the history of a street (Fox Lane in Leyland, Lancashire) using the old census records that are now available to the public and share that information with current residents of the same properties. This is where I came in, digging through the old census returns, trying to piece together the stories of some of these families. I even found the descendants of one family of occupants from 1901 and they were brought along to meet the current residents, who were floored. Having researched the families, and found the living relatives through records, it was fun to then hear their voices, especially as they talked about and described their ancestor who they remembered from childhood. Have a listen: Tracing Your Roots
Tuesday, March 08, 2011
I've just been doing some editing on a piece for the magazine. Sort of like those script doctors they bring in to help fix a movie script that's not really ready to shoot. This was a story from a reader about Irish family that emigrated to the United States and fought in the Civil War and also the Spanish American War. At WHO live last weekend we talked about it and I said I'd see if I could do something with it. It then dawned on me that this April is the 150th anniversary of the siege of Fort Sumter and the beginning of the war. What a great coincidence! So with that in mind I've been researching the Civil War and associated records for the last week. I don't usually get too sentimental about the States, but reading the other day about the secession of South Carolina literally sent chills down my spine. We have at least four Union soldiers in our own family: Silas Brown (Maine 8th Infantry), Charles Henry Patterson (Wisconsin 30th Infantry), Cornelius Bovee (Wisconsin 1st Infantry) and Michael Joseph O'Brien (prob. one of the Mass infantry regiments). I know one deserted and nother came home half starved. No "rebs" in our family, as far as I know, although that would certainly make things a lot more colourful! Anway, it's been nice to focus on a bit of American history for a change.
Also did some research that may be used for a radio programme. If it comes off, I'll post a link so everyone have a listen.
Also did some research that may be used for a radio programme. If it comes off, I'll post a link so everyone have a listen.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
WHO live
A year ago I endured the scariest plane ride I've ever had to get to London for the Who Do You Think You Are Live show. It may sound a bit corny, but it changed my life. I met Nick Barratt, went back to NYC, quit my job and turned my life upside down. It was a good move.
A year later I was back, working the other side of the tables. For those of us in the genealogy world, this show is like the mothership. And as a freelance researcher and writer, I work independently and this was a chance to see people I know, meet others and just spend some time chatting and sharing ideas. I spent three days at the stand for Your Family History, the magazine I contribute to, and two days I did some one to one "Ask the Expert" advise sessions. I had resisted volunteering for these - I was intimidated by the "expert" label, and last year had actually signed up for one as the person who needed advise - which is how I met my friend Matt. But some persistent encouragement from friends made me cave. It went really well and I sent several people away with ideas to follow up.
I finally got to meet several other genealogists I knew by name and their work - shared several laughs and a bit of gossip with William Bortrick, went for a drink with Sara Khan (she researches the UK WDYTYA show), and finally had the chance to get to know our editor Laura Berry quite well over the three days. They're all really cool. We talked ideas and future plans for the magazine and websites, and even managed to find time to sell a whole pile of back issues and sign up a bunch of new readers.
So the show marked a milestone for me, and I guess this past twelve months has been about launching my career in genealogy and research. This is the beginning of phase two. Whatever that turns out to be.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Just arrived home from my first ever trade show. I spent the weekend at the Listed Property Owners Club show. The punters come to peruse the various craftsman, architects, surveyors that offer their services to owners of historic properties, along with various oganisations that promote conservation. I was there with my boss Nick Barratt to promote the house history research that we offer.I was quite shy at first, but after I'd listened to Nick talk to some people I jumped in and had a go. Like the familysearch booth at Woking last November, once I got going I actually really enjoyed myself. The first day was relatively slow, but today we exceeded our target for book sales (feels great to make a sale - again a first for me!) and we had one couple commission a project on the spot. I'll be doing the research so that's work for me as well.
Saturday night we went to a reception for the Heritage Together group hosted by Project Book. I got to meet other people who do what I do, which is so rare. I work in isolation most of the time, at home or travelling. Last week I bumped into someone I knew at the National Archives and it was so nice to see a familiar and friendly face. So this was a great chance to get to know other researchers and people interested in history and historic buildings. A terrific evening.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
I've just been watching an episode of Britain's Best Buildings on Hardwick Hall. That's the house we visited with Jonathan aged 5; he popped out of the car and noticed scaffolding on the west wing, pointed to it and said "Look, an extention". As the programme ended I commented that I wouldn't mind doing the research for a programme like that. And as the credits rolled I spotted that the Archive Researcher credited was Nick Barratt - my boss! So there's a possibility that I will work on a programme like that.
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