So I’ve been researching my family tree for a while now. Of course, the first step to this is getting everything you know on paper, so I started off busily inputting a lot of dates and names on to my tree on Ancestry. I’ve since started delving a bit deeper, finding records to verify relatives, and have ventured into the Scottish side to find out more about the famous Scot turned Dane Thomas Kingo. It’s filling out nicely and currently the tree goes back 0ver 200 years to 1801 on my Dad’s side and a whopping 470 odd years to 1550 on my Mum’s side.
But there are a lot of my great aunts and uncles on my Dad’s side that I just can’t seem to find many records for. We know my Grandma had 13 siblings, but finding records for people with such common names as Violet Morgan in the early 1900s has been proving quite the challenge.
But Christmas came at just the right time. Every year our Christmas involves a Danish Christmas Eve with just the immediate family (typically the four of us and the son-in-law and son-out-of-law), and an English Christmas Day with my aunts Jean and Dorothy and Uncle Charles. So I borrowed the brother-out-of-law’s iPhone to record the conversations as my Dad kicked off the family history discussion.
Jean telling her story
Today I listened to the recordings as I managed to find a couple of great aunts I’d been struggling with for some time, thanks to just getting married surnames off Charles and Jean. While I transcribed I remembered what a great day we’d had and what some gems of stories we got.
I just had to share the three personal stories for other family members to hear. So I have edited them down on the husband’s Cool Edit Pro and am posting them here.
First, Jean’s story. Turn up the volume, click the link, press play and read along below. Enjoy.
Dorothy: “She was always in trouble, weren’t you Jean?”
Jean: “Yeah I was. Mind of me own… I could jump that gate”
Maurice: “I remember when she took me on dates”
Dorothy: “she used to take you on dates? Is that where you learnt everything?”
Jean: “Well, if me Dad knew…
Dorothy: “She used to go on a date and take him”
Jean: “…You know. But if we took him out…
Dorothy: “Did he used to sit between you both?”
Jean: “…He didn’t know then, me Dad”
Jeffrey: “I see. So it was all part of a kind of ruse? It was a scam?”
Sophie: “So it was so your Dad didn’t know about your boyfriends, not because you had to look after him.”
Maurice: “I was being used all my life”
Jeffrey: “He was a decoy”
Maurice:”I thought she was taking me out for a little walk ‘cause she liked me.”
Sophie: “I thought it was because she had to babysit him”
Jean: “Well no, not really”
Maurice: “That’s craft isn’t it…”
Jeffrey: “That is crafty”
Maurice: “…I’ll take Maurice for a walk”
Jeffrey: “Off you go to the cinema with some guy”
Maurice: “I thought I was meeting one of me uncles”
Dorothy: “I never knew that”
Jean: “Shopping in Hull”
Jean: “I tell you what, I could run that path and over the gate… and the door would go bang”
Maurice: “It was open and she used to jump it”
Jeffrey: “Straight over the gate”
Dorothy: “Then you daren’t go back in”
Sophie: “What did you used to do wrong?”
Jeffrey: “She was out, with lads and stuff”
Jean: “Er, no!” [laugh]
Jeffrey: “Sorry, that sounded wrong”
Jean: “No, I just had a mind of me own”
Dorothy: “She had one at a time, Jeffrey. Didn’t have a load at once did you?”
Jean: “No. No.”
Jeffrey: “Sorry, that came out wrong. I didn’t mean you were out with lads”