I’ve noticed that folks who do a google-type search for Feystown keep landing at my home page. It’s not completely ludicrous, as I do have a couple of postings, including photos, about Feystown. However, those postings are in the archives and do not show up on my Home page. So, if you’re one of those folks, I’ve added a Search bar tool at the bottom of my home page. Just enter “Feystown” and you should find all my entries on it. Currently it will take you here. I’d love to hear what you folks know/learn about Feystown as there really isn’t much “out there”–please leave me feedback under Comments!
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Yet another great blog topic suggested by Geneablogger.
Feystown’s Old School
Feystown Church (St. Patrick’s, Roman Catholic)
Feystown is just outside (southwest) of Glenarm, in County Antrim, in Northern Ireland.
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There is a curious grave near my Thompson ancestors’ grave in Reading, Berkshire, England. It bears only the name Elizabeth Gill. Is it coincidence that she bears the same surname of one of the Thompson wives?
That’s what started my little search this evening. A quick glancing search through various online digitized records and there was a link between an Elizabeth Gill and a Robert Thompson. Aha! I have a (well, many actually) Robert Thompson!
So, I followed his life online. How strange it is to follow a person’s life in 10 year increments (census to census), to boil their entire life down to a few pages of census printouts, and a couple of freebmd.org.uk entries.
It turns out this is not the Robert Thompson associated with Elizabeth Gill. He is, however, my second great granduncle and it was about time I got to know him better.
He, like his siblings, was born in Devizes, Wiltshire in the 1830s. In the 1850s he’s away at school with his brother, and by the 1860s he has moved, with the rest of the family (parents, siblings, etc) to Reading, Berkshire. Like many of the siblings he followed in his father’s shopkeeping/selling footsteps. He is listed in the subsequent census as a Pork Buther, Pork Curer, and Shopkeeper.
In his 30s he married a young woman named Rose. She was from an adjacent county.
Through the years the couple had several nieces and nephews stay with them, including one, a Mabel Skinner (I haven’t fit her into the tree yet), who was with them at age 6, and remained until at least age 16. It seems they never had any children of their own, and Rose confirms this in the 1911 census when she writes “none” in the column requesting the number of children born alive. She’s a widow at that time.
Robert died in 1906, in Reading. Rose lived until 1927 when she too passed away in Reading. They both serve as yet further examples of the importance of following the dead-end branches of the family tree. This couple has much more to tell more, and hopefully I’ll find out much more as I continue my research.
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I love the lights and decorations that decorate the neighbourhood this time of year. And of course, my own yard is amongst them.
Growing up, dad would always put the light strands on the outside of the house and in the trees. As the years passed, he would add more lights, so then there were strings of lights going down the side of our very steep and long driveway. There weren’t any of the many types of decorations that are available today. I, for instance, have one of those fan-blown decorations–a carousel with Santa, a penguin and snowmen riding reindeer going round and round.
The biggest excitement as far as the outdoor scene went really was the house that had a huge plywood star outlined in lights. Having said that, there was a cul-de-sac street in my hometown where 5 or so houses all really went all out. They had created a whole show, with teddy bears going up and down on a teeter-totter (see-saw), other stuffed animals riding a ferris wheel round and round, and seasonal music playing from a loudspeaker.
I watch in awe the videos of those who really go all-out (try, for instance, the Lindsay household). If it were not just me to do all the work, I rather think I’d like to try doing it up like these places. What a great creative outlet, and a gift to those passing by.
Of course, part of it is enjoying the outdoor decorations of other houses as well. We’re lucky to have a population here from India who put their lights up at Diwali (a light festival), generally around Hallowe’en, so the show is fairly continuous from then right through to the new year.
Don’t you wish, though, that we started calling these lights by their English name, “Fairy Lights“. It sounds so much more magical than our simple descriptor!
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Today I started a project, an attempt to sort out all these Cornish families who seem to have intertwined, intermarried and generally made things difficult for my family research. I figured if I could take one of the lines back far enough, and then work all the branches forward, well, I might chip away at an old brick. I realize this might sound like just throwing more bricks at the brick wall, and I cannot say it’s not a daunting task.
I had hoped that going back to the early 1800s or late 1700s would be far enough. But some preliminary research in parish records and I can see I really need to go back to the oldest records accessible–the 1500s!
So this has me re-thinking my plan.
I am curious, though, as to why a mother would give the surname of her mother’s new husband to one of her sons…yes, I mean you Lucy Deacon (nee Kestle) naming your son William Hutchings Deacon. What the heck is up with that.
There are many instances, and these I can understand, of the woman’s maiden name being used as middle names for most or all of the children. That’s actually a bit of a helpful practice.
But then there’s Mary Kestel Hutchings, who appears to be marrying Thomas Williams Deacon in the mid-1800s…Kestel and Williams, Hutchings and Deacon, all had already married into each other for generations it seems. How many cousins are marrying cousins, and how close cousins?
Time for bed, my head is reeling!
A topic suggested by Geneabloggers.
Hugh & Sarah McRandal, and his grandparents, Hugh & Anne McRandal
Feystown, Antrim County, Northern Ireland
This is an older picture of the headstones put up by the local McRandal family to replace the originals. Below is a picture I took of the same headstones in May 2006. Notice the extreme differences in condition–the wind and rain wear stone down quickly in this region.
Pray For The Souls Of
DIED 2nd NOV. 1954.
HIS WIFE SARAH T. McRANDAL,
DIED 2nd FEB. 1946. AND THEIR SON
HUGH McRANDAL, DIED 25th DEC. 1914
*ERECTED BY THEIR FAMILY*
Pray for the souls of
of Duntague who departed this Life
22nd March 1866, Aged 61 Years.
Also of Margaret McKay his eldest
daughter who died 7th July 1861,
Aged 31 Years.
And of Martha Connolly his second
daughter who died 23rd Feby 1862,
Aged 28 Years.
Also his wife ANNE McRANDAL,
who died 13th April, 1890, aged 80 years.