Tonight is Sankthansaften, Midsummer’s Eve. Not something that we ever really paid much attention to when I was growing up in Northumberland, but here in Norway it is a big event with bonfires.
I understand that Scotland and particularly the border regions used to have festivities to celebrate Midsummer. I wonder what my ancestors used to get up to out in the fields on the long light summer nights.
John Henderson, known as Jack Henderson, was born on 22 June 1900 at Amble in Northumberland. Jack was the eldest son of Newton Henderson and Mary Phyllis Thornton. He was a double cousin to my granny Margaret Jane Webb, née Henderson. Their fathers were brothers and their mothers were sisters.
Jack emigrated to America and spent his adult life in California with wife Ruby. I don’t think I ever actually met Jack & Ruby, but I remember when I was about five their daughter Babs and her husband Chuck came to visit us.
G is for Geography
It was tempting just to hop right into G is for genealogy, but I decided to challenge myself more and go with G is for Geography. This is because my genealogy research has forced me to learn more about the geography of my own home country. My knowledge of some of the midland counties was very fuzzy so I have learned a lot as I have tracked my relatives from the mines of Northumberland back through mining areas in other counties to their agricultural roots. I have started to put together information about this geographical journey on my Places page.
G is for Garden
No, I am not about to change a lifetime habit and develop green fingers. Strange really that I have so little interest in gardening as both my grandas and my Dad were keen gardeners. Garden in this instance is the name of my 5x great grandmother, Isobel Garden who married George Ruddiman. Isobel was born sometime in the mid 1700s in Aberdeenshire.
If you would like to know more about this alphabet challenge take a look at Family History through the Alphabet.
I was contemplating making a couple of extra posts tonight to make up for the past couple of days when I missed out. However, having taken 5 attempts to get the first post out without a lot of mistakes I think I will quit while I am ahead……… Just some days where you have to accept that the fingers are going to tie themselves in knots on the keyboard :)
George Cracket, retired coal miner hewer, died age 78 on 20 June 1911 at Barrington, Bedlington in Northumberland. I belive this George Cracket to be my great grand-uncle born in 1833 in Cornhill-on Tweed to my great great grandparents William Cracket and Elisabeth Tait. Informant for the death was his son John Cracket.
For those of you who got the “draft” title in your reader – Oops, sorry. One of these days I will learn to always check the title before I publish. Sometimes I start to scribble a few weeks in advance then forget to check the heading before I line the post up for publication.
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.
My first cousin twice removed, William Cracket, was born on 17 June 1866 at Scotland Gate in Northumberland. This William is the son of my great grand uncle Thomas Cracket, born about 1844 in Lowick and the grandson of my great great grandparents William Cracket and Elisabeth Tait. Cousin William of 1866 married Frances Jackson Lumsden and had five children.