7 thoughts on “Hear ye, Hear ye, Hear ye, ’tis August 2019 Story review time.

  1. Bleda,
    I did write a short story one month way back about the mystery gentleman who turned up to an aunt’s funeral. Based on my Great Aunt Mona (one of the daughters of William Stoodley, the Bristol Channel pilot) who never married. She apparently had a crush on a young man who worked in a shop so was considered “unworthy” – although he did well enough eventually to own a department store in Cardiff. It was always thought he was the mystery man who came to Mona’s funeral.

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  2. The August stories were all very interesting and maybe they showed our deepest fears. To be unfairly blamed for something you didn’t do and to be misunderstood is always mortifying. Well done everyone for writing about a topic that had a dark side.


  3. Sorry to have been absent but I have been preoccupied entering some stories for the autumn Stroud competition as I felt it was time to have a go and there’s only so much time in the day.
    Also, I’ve been sorting through family papers left me by mother and my uncle, who was married to my mother’s twin sister, and fascinating they are. And prodded by watching the TV shows on operations on children, I was watching the kidney transplant on a young child at Birmingham Childrens Hospital when I realised the surgeon was Liam MacCarthy – the son of my first cousin whom I’ve not seen since 2003 (my first cousin was obnoxious to my uncle and me at his mother’s, my elder aunt’s funeral – not totally surprising….). Then I checked up and found first cousin died a few years ago.
    Also found my great grandfather’s (grandmother’s father) authority to operate as a Bristol Channel Pilot (on vellum from the later 1800s) and a newspaper article with photo from a Cardiff paper reporting on how he got the USS George Washington into Cardiff docks with two feet to spare on either side plus a formal letter of congratulations from the Pilotage Authority.
    Also, certain bits about my grandfather’s early life as I understood them don’t stack up. I found his Articles as an apprentice Merchant Navy Officer and I have lots of memories of things he told me from when he was Harbour Master of Cardiff in the 1930s. But some things about his childhood don’t seem right.
    Then I found my uncle’s glider pilot wings from WW2 and photos of Exeter Rugby’s first team in the late 1940s and 50s…..
    And I think I have discovered a photo my father’s brother – who I never met (as they fell out) although I saw his death notice some years ago (I’m sure it’s him) in my patents’ wedding photos.
    Then some photos of a Canadian airforce pilot from the end of the War – I know my mother was very taken by a Canadian…… And Wimbledon programmes from 1949/51 as my mother played.
    So I may do a Sabina and write a family memoir but could consume some time. Got to piece it together.

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    1. I’m not surprised that you were otherwise engaged, there’s a whole compendium of stories in that little lot.
      I was once told by my mother that my maternal grandfather was Master of a tugboat in Bristol Docks around 1910, a bearded man with a grand uniform, but I’ve never seen a photo to authenticate that fact. When I am properly retired and can find the time, perhaps I should bite the bullet and research my family.
      I did recently look up my paternal grandfather and discovered that my father (who to my scant knowledge only had a brother in Australia and two sisters who jointly owned a shop somewhere in Bristol), in fact had eight siblings!
      He did once tell me that he had an uncle who made himself a set of dies and produced two half-crowns each week to supplement his wages :), but never mentioned that he came from such a large family..
      Researching one’s family is a fascinating and informative past-time, but how does one find the time?

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      1. My dad used to say you could pay £50 to have your family tree traced then you would have to pay £50,000 to cover it all up again. Colmore and Bleda both have a wealthy history

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        1. This connection my mother’s family had with Wales is disturbing as I’ve never felt the remotest bit Welsh. But I’ve always had this itch to be abroad – helped by the fact my Prep school (my parents scrimped for the fees), Arnold Lodge in Leamington insisted on French and Latin from aged 7. It’s served me well in business (the French, that is) and I still in my early-ish 60s want to live in France. Just come back and I feel so sad taking off from Toulouse today and passing over the Lot and Dordogne (tho’ been down in the Pyrenees the last week).
          By the way, Angie, my grandfather refused to take any money under his father’s will or to go and see him on his death bed (sad) so all my grandfather’s money was totally self made – but he was a really kind and generous man and lovely to talk to. He paid the deposit on all his children’s first homes – but I believe my father was the only one who paid him back in full. He also invested in his two son’s businesses but I won’t say more than that he got little in return (although the story around Cecil, the eldest, is complicated).
          I used to get on well with Cecil’s son Gwyn in my early years until Cecil died then the family fell out with Cecil’s widow. So I didn’t see Gwyn from age 14 until my uncle and my mother’s funerals in 2014 ( a gap of 46 years – you do the arithmetic!) when he turned up as I discovered my uncle – the one married to my mother’s twin sister – had his address in his diary and had been writing to him over the years (they went to the same school funnily enough).

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