Over the past few days I have been researching the family tree of a work colleague - she wants to present an older relative with their genealogy as a birthday gift.
I've found the process as enthralling as doing my own tree - deciphering the family's journey from a rural life through the Industrial Revolution to Lancashire mill towns. And then bingo - they turn up in 1901 in the same street that my grandmother now lives on in Blackburn. I call my friend:
'The family home still stands...'
'Really?'
'Really?'
'Yes, every time I visit my grandma I pass it on the way to the corner shop - it's a two up, two down red brick terrace with a small flagged yard and a red door.'
I am not sure I can deliver such 'personal service' every time, but the precedent has been set!
And now I have got the decorator hooked: she's always wanted to know where her great grandparents came from before they emigrated to South Africa...another project!
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