Feeling under the weather with a cold doesn't generally offer many opportunities for creative practice. However, a recent dose of the dreaded lurgy gave me a much welcome opportunity to lay on the sofa, and indulge in my long-held desire to research my family tree. I knew some names and dates, but not much beyond my own parents and grandparents. We were from the East End of London (or so I thought), and aside from my parents and grandparents, I knew nothing of the occupations of relatives further back in my family tree.
But joy of joys ... what a great wealth of knowledge the census returns have offered. I am a fan of the BBC programme, Who Do You Think You Are?, and have watched as celebrities have variously found they are descended from aristocracy, royalty, or in one case I seem to recall, God! My background is far more humble, but to me couldn't be more relevant or exciting. Ladies and Gentleman, I introduce my first whoop of delight in this journey of self discovery. My paternal great grandmother, Esther Wilson, a paper bag maker. I couldn't be happier!
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