After a lovely roast beef and Yorkshire pudding lunch we shot of on a nostalgic tour of the area. I had quite recently found out that I was born in a house that I couldn’t remember. The reason being that we moved when I was only 6 months old and can only remember the house that we moved into for the next 14 years before moving into their current house. This little cottage on Ironstone lane in
We then drove off to Buckminster to see where Mum and Dad had lived prior to getting married. This first house is where Dad lived as a German prisoner of war along with 4 other German prisoners. The second house is where Mum lived with her Mother and only the foreman’s house was between the two cottages. Her Mother remarried after Mum got married and was dead within 3
While we were at this graveyard as I was looking at the gravestones for other relatives Mum said that her Grandparents were also buried there. I didn’t know that, you thought someone would have told me when I was doing my family research. Anyway I took a picture of John James Briggs grave with his wife Elizabeth’s behind. John James was born in 1859 and was one of 12 children; they didn’t have TV’s in those days.
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