Forays into family history

Back in 1987 when I first walked into Weston Longville churchyard with my Dad and saw a row of gravestones carved with the name Bates - and ...

One of the many joys of family history is connecting with like-minded people, drawing together strands of the family tree that have not been...

'What can you possibly discover after researching your tree for so long?' asked a friend the other day. Quite a lot, it seems. And q...

My granddad Archie never spoke to me about his family - although I did hear that he used to think his grandmother was French. Only after y...

I first visited Weston Longville in Norfolk in 1987. I was there again last weekend (for what must be 50th time!) to see the parish so famil...

When I started looking into my family tree in 1986, I didn't even know where my grandfather Bates was born. Today I may have nailed it a...

As the media whips itself into a (I believe, distasteful) frenzy about all-things Titanic related, I spare a thought for my granddad Archie ...