The picture above is of my great great grandparents, John and Mary Stacey, and probably their 4 youngest children.
Their youngest son George was born in 1882 so that would date this photograph mid to late 1880s.
I will start my thoughts with John and Mary who are the maternal branch of my family.

Sunday, 9 February 2014

Mum's Bible

My mother's Bible was a special edition which was published in 1937 for the Coronation of King George VI  and Queen Elizabeth (Queen Mother) on 12th May of that year.  Unfortunately it is rather the worse for wear with loose pages and old sellotape.  Also the spine is missing.

In the back mum has written the date of her confirmation which was on 25th April 1937. 

Also to commemorate her Confirmation she was given this little red book. 

Friday, 7 February 2014

More Bibles.

My grandmother, Edith Butler was sadly orphaned  before her first birthday when both her parents, Charles and Everil Butler, died of bronchopneumonia in 1900 and 1901; this was before the days of antibiotics. 
Edith herself also died at the age of 25 following an accident at home when her apron caught fire as she was dusting the mantelpiece. My mother was 3 at the time so did not remember her mother.  She did have her Bible and prayer book. 

Edith had written two addresses in the Bible, the first being Rose Cottage, Ravenfield which was their home address and also Leyburn Hall, which I think is where she worked in service.  It also says given her by her loving grandmother.

The next page she has written  from John 15 verses 13 & 14

Inside the back cover she has also written quotes. 

The next book I have is a Holy Communion Book which Edith received on her Confirmation in 1915 at the age of 15. 

I also have Edith's book of Common Prayer and Hymns.

I think Edith must have been very fond of this one as she had inscribed messages inside both covers.

Difficult to read but as far as I can make out it says:
 "Steal not this book for fear of shame
for here you see the owner's name
Edith Butler
For if you do the Lord will say
Where is the book you stole that day. 

Inside the back cover this one says
Edith Butler 
Not to be taken away. 

This last book is not a Bible of prayer book but it is a Christian book published by the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge.  I think I read this book as a child but can't remember the story.  
It was given to Edith at Christmas 1908 as either a prize or Christmas gift from St James' Church, Ravenfield

 Mum has written her name inside the cover of this one. Hilda Stobart whose name is above mum's was mum's cousin.  Don't know why her name is there though. 

Family Bibles.

After my mother Kathleen Lilian died in 2011, I became custodian of the family Bibles as my brother did not want them.  There is no big family Bible with births,marriages and death recorded in it but still interesting to see the names of family members recorded in them. This gives me a bit more information about my ancestors.   I will post them on separate posts.

The first one was presented to my grandfather Herbert Tirrell at Christmas 1909 when he was attending Rivelin Tunnel Sunday School.  Herbert was born on 13th April 1894 so was 15 when he received this Bible. The name Tirrell was wrongly spelled on here but that spelling was a common alterntive. 

Herbert's father, Joseph Tirrell was a navvy working on the railways and traveled all over the country, with his family, digging railway tunnels.  I think that Joseph might have been digging the Rivelin Tunnel at this time.  It is not a railway tunnel but it was built to divert the water from the River Derwent into the Rivelin reservoir.  I think the Sunday school might have been built for the labourer's children to attend. 

More Memorabilia

Another reminder of my father, William Cox, and the second World War.  I have posted before that he was in the army and most of his service was spent in India.  He was a Quartermaster Sergeant in the Military Police.  This is his cap badge which was given to my youngest son Sam by his grandmother.

Thursday, 23 January 2014

In memory of Auntie Joan.

My auntie Joan was my mother's half sister. They shared the same father.
Joan Tirrell was born on 23rd September 1928 in Wickersley near Rotherham in Yorkshire.  She was married in the summer of 1952 to Kenneth Battersby at St Alban's Church in Wickersley.  I was her bridesmaid.

Joan and Ken lived all their life in Bramley which is very close to where she was brought up.  They have a daughter Sandra who is married to Stewart and two grandchildren Lauren and Oliver.  I think this photos must have been taken in the 1950s around the time of their marriage.

I recent years both Joan and Ken had suffered from bad health, Ken had a stroke many years ago and has depended on Joan a lot.  Early last year it was decided that she wasn't well enough herself to care of him so he was moved into a care home and a few months later Joan also had to be admitted to one.  Eventually they were both able to be in the same home.  Sadly Joan passed away on 8th January 2014.  

I had a trip to Rotherham on Tuesday to attend her funeral. It was only a small one as there is no other family left and all Joan's friends have sadly died too. Her brother Walter lives in Kent and doesn't like to drive that far so he was unable to attend.  As well as Sandra and her family and a family friend, there were a couple of neighbours and some of the staff from the nursing home.  

Sandra had chosen the music for the funeral and as Joan wasn't a religious person she chose some of her favourite songs instead. Joan was an Elvis fan and also liked Westlife so the songs she chose were Always on My Mind and The Wonder of You by Elvis and You Raise me Up by Westlife which seemed very appropriate.

The photo below is of Joan's brother Walter on the left, then Joan and a friend, my mother Kathleen and Joan's husband Ken. I think it was taken in the 1970s

This one of my mother and Joan was taken in 2002 at Roche Abbey not far from where Joan lived. It is the most recent one I have of her. 

I have such fond memories of spending summer holidays in Yorkshire with my grandparents and Joan, she will be sadly missed.