Amusing myself at Oslo Gardermoen airport, waiting for a flight to Edinburgh. Heading “home” to Nothumberland for a long weekend to meet two Canadian cousins for the first time. Their visit will be a little shorter than originally planned as they are having to catch a later train up from London on Friday. The objective is to give them a little taste of their roots, but it will be a whirlwind tour. They are the daughter and granddaughter of my first cousin James Murray Ash (1943-2011), known to the family as Murray. Murray was born in Radcliffe, Northumberland to my aunt Mary Webb (1921-2011) and her Canadian husband Jimmy. Mary and Jimmy (James Murray Ash sr) met when he was stationed in England with the Canadian Airforce during WW2. They moved back to Toronto shortly after establishing a family, so I never had the pleasure of meeting my cousin Murray. Making up for that now by joining some of his family to show them where he was born and where my Aunty Mary worked at Alnwick Castle.
Since Davis is such a common name I got off to a slow start in pinning down my Davis line, but they were kind enough to leave a trail of breadcrumbs for me. Fortunately, they took in other family members in need of a place to live. I have several census records where an additional member of the household has helped me to verify that I have the correct family:
- In 1881 Charles Morrall (transcribed Morrell) is a lodger with my great great grandfather George Davis and his two daughters in Choppington, Northumberland. Charles turned out to be George’s nephew.
- In 1861 John Davis (transcribed Davies) is a boarder with Mary Morrall (mother of Charles) at Dudley in Worcestershire. John is brother to Mary Morrall and to my great great grandfather George Davis.
- In 1841 my 3rd great grandparents John Davis and Mary are living in Madeley, Shropshire with their 4 children: Sarah Ann, George, Mary and John.
- In 1871 John Davis senior is living with his daughter Sarah Edge in Ironbridge, Shropshire.
This all gives an extra degree of assurance that the George Davis, with parents John and Mary, in the 1841 census really belongs to me.
I have a few pre-prepared posts that I am going to use to familiarize myself with the scheduling functionality in WordPress. Please don’t be concerned if you see posts suddenly popping up at times when you would expect me to be busy at work or tucked up in my bed. These are just being thrown in at specific times by the scheduler. This post is one of them, if it works according to plan 🙂
I am not really sitting writing blog posts in the middle of the night at a weekend. If this one publishes according to schedule then I am currently in the land of nod. The clock shows the actual time of authorship. See you in the morning (or perhaps even the afternoon, as I am a slow starter at weekends).
I assume that my ancestors derived much of their musical entertainment from listening to colliery bands or from singing hymns on Sundays. I wonder what they would have made of rock concerts and festivals, not to mention ipods. Reason for these musings is that Norwegian Wood festival is on at the moment and for the past 4 days I have been able to hear the music from my balcony. A couple of the featured artists have been from my part of the world. Both Bryan Ferry and Sting are from North-East England.