More stuttering and stalling and stopping, and we arrive in Bridgnorth. I’m feeling more than excited, because I know that there are many, many souls wandering the streets of Bridgnorth, who are fortunate enough to have inherited some of my ancestors’ DNA. Whoever I happen to bump into, or even just catch a glimpse of,Continue reading “Day 5.3: Purple DNA in Bridgnorth”
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Sagging Rear
Rear hanging in the balance, sagging through the split panels of a garden perch stuck, unliftable, wedged in and permanently planted and fused into an in-law’s trunk. A family tree conjoined – sprouting. Copyright of text & photography owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
Day 3: Game for a Day in Shrewsbury?
Far from over. Friendly Poo image courtesy of Pixabay.com Famous last words that have returned to haunt me. I, Jay Cool, am sitting here on the luxury loo in my ensuite at The Red Lion’s Lodge, faced with a stark (runny) reminder of yesterday’s indulgences at Ellesmere’s Asian Spice restaurant. Coriander, cumin and turmeric, smellsContinue reading “Day 3: Game for a Day in Shrewsbury?”
Day 2: Close Encounters with Prehistoric Giants in Ellesmere
And here he is – Richard Maddox, the ancestor from Myddle, responsible for the unfortunate revelation that my hubby is very likely some kind of a distant cousin, and – my – he’s huge! He’s carrying a great barn (1) on his vast Herculean back. He’s more giant than the humungous-dwarf oxymoron in Marvel’s ‘InfinityContinue reading “Day 2: Close Encounters with Prehistoric Giants in Ellesmere”
Feckless Fools: Part Four
Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Gread Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire On awakening, bright and early, or more likely befuzzled and early, with a splitting headache, Lots-of-Greats Granduncledad Humphrey [1]needed a quick fix. What better than a ride into Shrewsbury for a little therapeutic impulse shopping atContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Four”
Feckless Fools: Part Three
Sir Humphrey Kynaston (1468-1534), Jay Cool’s 12th Great Grandad & 15th Great Uncle, of Myddle Castle and Nescliffe Cave, Shropshire My Great-Granduncledad-Something Humphrey Kynaston did, of course, do what all of my genes do best. He fled. Fled from his wife, his children, and his tumble-down castle [1]and his …. No, he didn’t flee from hisContinue reading “Feckless Fools: Part Three”
Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure Shropshire. Suffolk. Shropshire. Suffolk. Where? Just where exactly do I come from? I was born in Shropshire. I live in Suffolk. And, in between times, I’ve lived just about everywhere else in the UK. Rootless. Rootless and a long way from home. A long wayContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Seven of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Six of an Ancestral Adventure
Day 6? There is a Day 6, but I’m spending most of it back in my usual haunt in Suffolk, propped up on my bed (with a beautiful view from my window), recovering from yesterday’s eight-hour trip back from the Myddle; and, courtesy of my laptop, incommunicado with the love of my life – Ancestry.com! I do love Ancestry.com, and theContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Six of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure
Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure Roots. Take root or take a risk and brave the traffic for the inevitable four-hour route back to Suffolk? As I leave Myddle, I realise that my roots are elasticated, and they won’t give enough to allow me to hurtle away unhindered. Old Beezlebub gallops aheadContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Five and a Half of an Ancestral Adventure”
Back to the Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral
AdventureBack to Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral Adventure Sadness reigns. We’ve just spent our last night at the Red Lion Lodge and, with a loaded car and deflated children, it’s almost time to leave. All is not lost, a delivery lorry, blocks our exit from the Red Lion car park. Abandon ship, children. WeContinue reading “Back to the Myddle: Day Five of an Ancestral”
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