family history
May. 24th, 2007 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
llywelaHad a very nice lunch out with my Mum today. Although I should clarify that 'lunch out' didn't involve actually sitting down for a meal anywhere - we picked up a baguette each to eat in the park. Mum wanted to look at the WWI war memorial in Grange Gardens, and it isn't that far from my office, so we went together. We found John Melean! He was my Mum's great-grandfather who went into the Tank Regiment - his wife Madeline, Nana Lina, miscarried twins when she learned he'd been killed. She was still alive and living in the same house up to a couple of years before I was born. And we also found George and Peter Tarr of the Durham Light Infantry and 3rd Welsh Regiment respectively - John Melean's daughter Clara, my great-grandmother who died when I was a year old, married into their family. Mum was a Tarr before she got married.
So, having successfully found the names of these relatives on the war memorial, we wandered around the corner to Stockland Street to have a look at the house where my Mum was born. It isn't anything remarkable - just a typical little three-bed terrace house of the type Grangedown abounds in. The number of people crammed into that house at the time Mum was born is slightly more remarkable by today's standards, but back then I suppose it was more normal.
On the corner of Stockland Street is Grange Farm, which is the oldest building in the city - it dates back to the early 13th century. The windows are practically at ground level, the road outside has risen so much since the house was built!
All in all, a very family history oriented lunch hour!
Taking a day off work tomorrow and going around St Fagans with my friend Molly. So I suppose that makes it a very history oriented week. Or two days, at least.
So, having successfully found the names of these relatives on the war memorial, we wandered around the corner to Stockland Street to have a look at the house where my Mum was born. It isn't anything remarkable - just a typical little three-bed terrace house of the type Grangedown abounds in. The number of people crammed into that house at the time Mum was born is slightly more remarkable by today's standards, but back then I suppose it was more normal.
On the corner of Stockland Street is Grange Farm, which is the oldest building in the city - it dates back to the early 13th century. The windows are practically at ground level, the road outside has risen so much since the house was built!
All in all, a very family history oriented lunch hour!
Taking a day off work tomorrow and going around St Fagans with my friend Molly. So I suppose that makes it a very history oriented week. Or two days, at least.
