The Last Furlong

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Genealogy – think of your descendents


One of the Furlong relatives in Africa, is doing family research.

I like that.

It’s sad to think we simply forget. Researching family history can be a long, hard task.

Especially when one has silly ancestors!

I wasted loads of time trying to research my grandfather’s past. He grew up in Somerset. His parents named one boy Harry and the other son, Harold. And they both fought in the British army when they grew up – sometimes in the same regiment. What confusion! Did they not consider their descendents at all?

In our Furlong family, which has now grown with sons in law and many grandchildren, we’ve got name duplications galore. So one Claire is called “Frankie” the other is called “Claire V” and another just “Claire”.  There are two Catherines both spelled the same way and both with the same surname! There is “David”, “Davey” and now a new David is entering the extended family!

Not sure what we are going to call him.

It’s getting to be a real muddle.



Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

8 thoughts on “Genealogy – think of your descendents

  1. I have said before i think that Aged Mother Dwarf was one of the best ‘amateur ‘ genealogists in the country in her day? I mean she actually earned money doing it. Which means I can trace the Norfolk cide of my family back to 15something-or-the-other…not that that is anything any sane person would shout about…I mean, come on, NORFOLK for God’s sake! The county where Fathers would instruct their sons: “if you’re going to sleep with your sister then you marry her and do it legal like,boy”

    But the stories Aged Mother tells of how she has had to track down long dead relatives via tortuous means via Parish records, transportation records and censuses through name changes, ‘flexible’ birth and death dates, through ‘common law’ marriages and army records lost and refound half incinerated….
    …like something out of a John Le Carre spy novel. And Heaven help any genealogist who forgets that the stain of bastardy used to be a real thing, a BIG thing… something families went to great lengths to hide. One bastard in a family tree can ‘cost’ you years of research.

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    • Well exactly! And what about members of the family no one talks about because the were Ah “Gay” and in my direct family, someone with their hand in a bank vault!


      • I have even heard tell of a Norfolk family (it HAS to have been a Norfolk one!) whose family tree was ‘complicated’ by the scion of one branch having married a girl whom he discovered on his wedding night didn’t possess the necessary girl-bits to consummate their love. Obviously back in the days where virginity at marriage was…
        Equal opportunities for hermaphrodites not really having caught on back then, her parents had knowingly ….
        but enough said, the resulting feud was probably long and ozarky.

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      • PS. “someone with their hand in a bank vault!”

        Mother used to do a roaring trade in tracing, for the colonial descendants, the British roots of of their transported progenitors. One of my own was transported for the theft of a lamb. At least it said ‘theft’ in the court documents but this being Norfolk….

        Another one of my 4Bears, a non-Norfolk one, was known universally as ‘Danger Jones’…not because he was a brave soldier or some such, but because ‘he was a total danger to himself and all around him’.

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