It seems all focused on Tottington and broadly the Bury/Bolton area. This of course will continue to grow. However my father can trace his history back to Harmston, thence to India, Cornwall and then via London to Tottington. Pix and info to follow. He had a large family too! Then of course is my wife's family, father from what we thought was originally Sussex, but we now know Hampshire! Last but not least my mother-in-Law, part German and part Polish.
Probably time for some sort of Genealogy table!

Monday, 19 September 2011

The Punjab and Sind at 1900 approx from a missionary standpoint

This page is made up of scans from a variety of books in my possession. The are dated from approximately 1880 to 1900+. The main source of reference relates to Robert Clark.

I have also included copies of photos in my possession they can be found here.

Feel free to copy and download any of the pictures. Although I believe I own some sort of copywrite I would love to have a link back to these pages.

The clergy at the Consecration of Bishop Lefroy 1899

The key to the photo above. Robert Clark has the long forking beard, centre right.
Lord Lawrence, Sir Herbert Edwardes, Rev H Perkins, General Reynell Taylor, Colonel Martin

Punjab Christian Schools

Map of Punjab and Sind,  Afghan Border

Punjab Missionaries

 
New Testament Revision Commitee


Missionary Converts

Wednesday, 10 August 2011

Brucefield - Truro


Brucefield
This is linking 2011 with the 1920's to '30's.
I have the good fortune that my father made diaries of the times he spent in Cornwall as a child. His parents died young and he was brought up with his sister Lucy by his two maiden aunts, Edith and Grace Rodgers, known as Tig and T'Edith.  (A page will be dedicated to these two) Both children were sent away to boarding school and spent their summers in Cornwall. Both at "Brucefield" in Truro and then "Sundew Cottage" in St Agnes. I do believe that Bruciefield must have been sold for the Aunts to move to Sundew. I do recall visiting Sundew as a child with my parents in the early 1950's. I do recall eating toast that my father made for me - cut into soldiers. It may have been my first serious encounter with marmalade. We visited for quite a few years after that.

My aunts lived a frugal existence.  Edith loved to paint and I accompanied her on many of her little trips with her water colours about the local countryside. Sadly they both died and a link with Cornwall was broken.

The spirit of Cornwall never left my father and we made several visits back. We shared the driving - the traffic was horrific the, we normally made a stop around Wells. I worked at Lanhydrock House for a summer. I never visited again until my wife and I visited the Eden Project in the early 2000's.

It did seem familiar visiting it this July (2011). I was very hesitant knocking on the door. I knew it was a rented holiday property now. The people could not have been more delightful and after their initial shock and wondering about my story could not have been more charming. The ambience of Brucefield is clearly still there. There is information on the wall about Roberts the next owner. I have the address of the current owner and I intend to write in the near future.

The scanned pictures from the diaries and the photographs are in the Datastore here.  There are more photographs of Sundew to be added as well as St Agnes and the church

The cover to the Diary - I think this is Edith's writing


The entrance to "Brucefield" now

This is the photo from the garden. As you can see there is no balustrade around the porch
There is a photo showing this in the Datastore and below

Quite possibly a similar shot as the previous photo - Showing balustrade Koko clearly in charge

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

My Dad's first job

My father could get extremely hot under the collar about injustice. He must have been extremely irate about the condition of the school to even consider saying anything publicly let alone to the newspapers. I hadn't realised that he had been at the school longer than "Billy" Orrell. Got to admit that I don't think he had much time for the man. This is a paper clipping from the "News Chronicle" Wednesday, October the 5th 1955. He must have been in something like the second year of teaching - he loved the kids dearly. I know my father left the school later. I do not think the condition of the school had too much to do with the move. He did get an excellent reference from Billy Orrell in the end.

 
Walshaw School 1955

This is the transcript of the article:

BRITAIN SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THIS
Every day a cracked bell summons 180 chilren at Walshaw, near Bury, behind the high, prison like walls of a school that has been described as a "disgrace"

It is the Church of England villiage school and no one has a good word to say about it. After narrowly rejecting a suggestion by Major W.S.Cain that the school is in such a disgraceful condition that that it should be closed immediately, Rossendale Education Executive  is sending a deputation to discuss the matter with the school managers.

One of the executive members , Coun. W.H.Nuttall said he found it hard to believe that the children were being educated in such a disgraceful building.

The headmaster Mr. William Orrell who had been at the school for 2 years said: " The lavatories are grim. One of the roofs is dangerous but repairs are in hand."

"The County Council are responsible for the interior decorationbut I expect that they don't think that it is worthwhile doing that until the school managers have done the exterior repairs."

"An unsuccessful attempt was made to get a separate dining room. The food attracts rats and mice. But I think there are schools that are just as bad."

Staff Comment

One of Mr. Orrell's Staff, Mr Andrew Martyn-Clark, added "I have seen the school deteriorating during the three years I have been here. It has got galloping consumption."

The Rev. A.H.Phillips, Vicar of Walshaw and chairman of the school managers declined to make any comment.

"The picture above is an enlargement from the school hall picture (left). One of the Masters, Mr Andrew Martyn-Clark, shows a patch of paintwork peeling from a wall. In the hall children are taught in the dull atmosphere of this decaying room."

Notes: The Orrells were a local family of some note, they occupied Turton Tower at one point in their history. A web search will find many links with the Orrells and Walshaw.

Rev A.H. Phillips seems to have disappeared into the mists of time as far as the internet is concerned. It seems he may have gone abroad!

However Councillor Nuttall fares little better in the excerpt from the Rossendale free press

"DESPITE protests from parents, Cowpe Primary School was to close and the pupils were to be transferred to Waterfoot. This was confirmed by Rossendale Divisional Education Executive by 13 votes to nine, after a vain bid to save the school by Councillor W H Nuttall. He said it was causing a great deal of concern in the village, but councillors said pupils could travel to nearby Waterfoot School instead." Dated July 1956

Major Cain was at the withdrawal of  "B Company"  from the beach at Dunkirk. There is information here. My father was also at Dunkirk - I wonder if they ever spoke. It was very raw in my father's mind - possibly all his life.





Tuesday, 5 April 2011

The Greenmount Primary School years



1956?
1960?
Two more pictures of my class at Greenmount. Pretty sure that the "youngest" of them was when we were in Mrs Meadley's class, which makes us juniors. That must have been close to the year she set fire to the Christmas tree. I do recall being a very small person then. I cannot even remember anyone else at the school. We could only play in the small persons playground. I recall lessons occasionally being outside.  For some strange reason I have really natty socks. It seems that Alan Read and I shared heavy head syndrome. Never managed to stamp it out - some of my students still have it!  The photo on the top right must be dated about 1960, We all look faintly superior as if nothing could touch us. I can recall some of the names. On the back row: don't recall the chap at the far left, me, Timothy Burrill, Alan Taylor, Martin Capstick.
A Postcard from Greenmount
 The middle row, the three big lads in the middle were Alan Read, Paul Hassell, Peter Jones? - not quite clear about the surname, and Jack Tebay - I believe Jack rode a motorbike from Australia or something. I can only recall he had the best den ever. He taught me how to shoot an air-rifle. I shot a hole in his dad's best bucket and he was absolutely livid. I also stood on a nail in his best den ever and it came all the way through my foot. Either my mother didn't believe me or she thought I should be able to handle it! Hurt for months. Life was dangerous around Jack. I spent a lot of time with Alan Read, went back to his house a couple of times - I believe he worked on the milk in the mornings.  I don't remember the girls, there was a Helen, Jane Rowland, pretty sure she must have been there, my Grandmother taught her piano, Christine Ashworth. Stayed away from them!

The outdoor toilets are right behind Martin, a door slammed against my hand and I lost a nail. They were freezing. In fact the photo has an air of freezing about it! The toilets have now been knocked down - If you revisit the school it's about the only thing that's changed in 50 years!

The postcard dates from about the same time. The top left photo is from the middle of the road between the school and the Bulls Head pub looking towards Bury down Brandlesholme road. The 5 white panels on the left were the Railway bridge. The train still ran when I was at school. Just beyond was a sweet shop. They had identical twin girls who were at the school for a while, further down on the left the white building was the Nab's Head pub, worked there over a Christmas. The top right picture looks toward Greenmount. The church on the left is the Congregational church where some of my Lomax ancestors are buried. The majority of the the fields are now covered in houses. The bungalow was owned by an elderly couple called Bradshaw, just below that was our garden. and a little bit further on was Brookhouse farm which was connected to the Quaker movement.

This was the road from Brookhouse up to Greenmount
My Grandmother Jane was a staunch tory worker and one of these houses on the left became the office for the election. Stuffed info into envelopes, ran up and down from the school on "political" errands. Further on up is some shops or at least a post office. (Ashworth rings a bell). There was another row of houses behind this one - a mirror image that faced over the fields. Aunt Irene's best friend Julia and her mother lived in one of those. Opposite was the Doctors - Doctor Kerr I believe - had a son called Donald - never got on. Gerry Haberfield from Coronation Street lived close by too. - Kept himself to himself.
The bottom left photo is from Turton road. The big building in the middle is Hollymount Convent. Greenmount is to the right. The bottom right picture is from right outside the Bulls Head facing what was known as the finger post which leads towards Hawkshaw and Ramsbottom. Peel tower is clearly seen. To the left is the Church and to the right is the Co-op. Alan Read lived in the houses to the left. Jack Tebay lived very close to church on the left. I actually think he had a pond outside his back door too. A den and a pond!  The middle photo is looking straight up to the church. More photos here, not much has changed. Added some pictures in the datastore of the school now - not much has changed

The Bulls Head clearly on the left, and the school on the right. The Nabs Head was just below. I always wondered why it was the only building at a tilt in the whole village! The cricket club is on the left. Alittle further on on the lefthand side was the official Greenmount Primary school football pitch which was actually awful - so were we!

Maybe more will land here.



Thursday, 17 March 2011

We are visiting Cornwall

Feock, Friends Meeting House
The Old Vestry at Feock.
Dug out a beautiful postcard of Feock. Its on the opposite side of the county to which my father normally visited. The actual picture shows the "Come-to-Good" Quakers meeting house. I think the picture must have been taken in 1937, this is one year later than the Francis Frith pictures. This picture is from a different angle than those. There is a very full description at the Genuki website. I do not recall any visits to Feock with my father, but certainly St Just and Trellisick. Visited the Eden centre and hope to return this summer. There are many memories to publish from Perranporth and also St Agnes.The Meeting House was built in 1710, was in use up to 1993, still stands and is under the patronage of the National Trust. The view of the Old Vestry is the reverse of the one on the Francis Frith site. Lately I visited the Burial Ground at Sunbrick in Cumbria. This is where Margaret Fox was buried in 1702. There are several inconsistencies in the 2 inscriptions there.



Saturday, 12 March 2011

My direct ancestor - my mother

Pat Lomax and "the gang"
reverse
My mother was most certainly social. She went to London to study music and like her son, found the man(I found a woman!) to spend the rest of her life with. The big city seemed to suit her. However she returned to Tottington via (Whitelegg Street) Woolfold near Bury, and settled back into the family residence of Brookhouse, just inside Tottington by virtue of being the Tottington side of the stream. But of course she was a great tennis player and represented her university at Wimbledon. The pictures below, I guess are separated by about 15 years. The names are quite familiar to me - and I met these people quite frequently as I grew up.  I really do remember Basil, his second name was Brown. He and his wife, Barbara had 3 children and I spent a lot of time with them. Nicholas the oldest became the proprietor of the hardware shop opposite the library. I think he was older than me. Tim was a good cricketer, don't recall any representative honours, but I recall that he was linked with Lancashire Cricket club in his teens. There was a sister too, Zoe - quite a bit younger than me. We spent a lot of time going up the "cat steps" to see "Nick and Tim". I recall my Dad looking after the garden when they went away on holiday. There was a Xylophone in the garage, which we all seemed to manage to make noise on.
They had quite a big garden with a pond in it at the top by the main road. There was a large lawn with a crab apple tree overhangit. My mother used to take the crab apples and make jelly. Invariably us kids threw them at each other - which used to seriously peeve her. Their house was at the top of the path that led from the "Cat Steps" and their drive led onto Turton Road. There was a little side entrance half way up the drive. No idea what happened to them. I suspect that Nick, Tim and Zoe are still around.

I suspect this photo must have been taken around 1940. I would also suspect that these were all Bury Grammar School ex pupils too. I recall the women in the photo more clearly Brenda was a particular friend, she had a daughter called Pamela who I was expected to play with! We went round to Vera's house quite regularily - I could find it now if I had to. Don't really remember Hazel. My mother and I walked everywhere. It was quite a while before the family had a car.



Pat Martyn-Clark - Tennis prizes

My mother was married at this time, also smoked, you can see a cigarette in her hand. I also remember this extremely garish dress. Most of her clothes she made herself, with my Gran's help, She was really quite frugal. However she played for Bury Tennis club and we had a mantelpiece and a cupboard full of cups. She played at a high standard and was really competitive. She also had a fearsome grip, this   may have been because she used a man's racket. She bought a Dunlop Maxply every year.

I recall Betty Ray being her partner in the Ladies doubles. The names of Gordon McNeill and Gordon Hargreaves were also familiar. She called them the "two Gordons"  I suspect that all four of them played mixed doubles too. I was never sure of what my father made of this tennis malarkey. Got to admit I never thought about it. He was quite a loner, good runner in his time, I'm told. He was an avid reader, liked classical music on the radio and worked on his lessons. I suspect he would not have wasted his time. There's time to do a mini biography on my father. There are some more pictures of Pat's early days here

Summer music school 1943
No Idea!
Got to add a picture here, probably belongs in the early days datastore but its going here.  However my mother is the one in the middle with the mini-skirt - 20 years ahead of her time. Heaven only knows what her father thought at the time. I suspect the picture was taken somewhere in the Tottington, Bury area. The next picture is entitled "no idea", certainly feel that again it is something musical. My mother may be a little older, but not much, certainly pre - London.

Friday, 4 March 2011

No! its not Colin Firth

George VI and Queen Elizabeth at Royal College of Science
King George VI and Queen Elizabeth in 1945 visited College to commemorate centenary of Royal College of Science, oldest forerunner to Imperial.

King George said: "You students here assembled - men and women who soon will be going out from the Imperial College to your work in the world - have not only an opportunity but also a responsibility greater than men of science have known before. To you, I say: Regard your knowledge and your skill always in the light of a trust for the benefit of humanity, and thereby ensure, so far as in you lies, that science may never be put to uses which offend the higher conscience of mankind."

This information is copied from the Imperial College Website, but the photograph belongs in our archives! My mother was at the Royal College of Music, but she did attend the centenary. As far as I know this picture is an original. There is no-one in the picture I recognise except the King and Queen. This is a reduced version of a good scan. Please email for a bigger(better) scan.

Monday, 21 February 2011

Lets go to Harmston!






Although I want to return to the wilds of Parbold, Wigan and the rest of that rolling, but very muddy Lancashire plain, our journey takes us to Harmston, Lincolnshire, equally flat but where my fathers side of the family originates. Henry Martyn-Clark wrote the biography of his father, Robert Clark. I enclose the first chapter of his book. Tells me much about this side of the family. Up to 1990, I knew nothing except that Henry Martyn-Clark was shrouded in mystery, We had snippets of mail and written records, some transcribed. My fathers parents had died and he was "farmed" out to his aunts, his mothers sisters. They will have a chapter to themselves too. However the Internet changed so much of that. There is no way you can miss "Henry Martyn-Clark" if you search, but finding the biography for sale at a reasonable cost in America, and reading it was possibly the biggest eyeopener of my genealogical career. I include the earliest photograph of Robert, He is fittingly the one standing behind his father, Henry. He also fittingly deserves a Chapter to himself. I am indebted to my Great Grandfather for writing the book.

Rev.Henry Clark seated centre with wife Mary (Blackwall) to his left Sons: -Left to right: Hamlet, John, Robert, Roger, Henry,  Daughters:Mary (standing), Elizabeth (seated in chair)  Susan(Susanna) (seated on floor).

This is an excerpt from the Lincoln Record Society Newsletter:

The first stage was for both advowsons – or, rather B.H. Thorold’s life interest in them - to be put up for auction at the  Saracen’s Head in Lincoln, in 1858. The description noted  that the current incumbent was in his 73rd year. The copy of  the particulars in the Padley deposit at LAO has a pencilled  note of a bid of £200 for Harmston (worth £167 per annum) from someone who appears to have been a Leicester solicitor. both advowsons had high reserves: it is almost as though the auction was an invitation to treat rather than a sale as such.. 
Potential purchasers presumably made discrete enquiries  about the health of Henry Clark, the incumbent. by 1861, Henry Clark was employing curates at both his parishes and had taken a house at Torquay. he died there on 2 July 1862. The conditions of sale for Harmston and the price (£300) were agreed in January 1862 by Robert Toynbee, solicitor – another of Lutt’s brothers-in-law, evidently acting for him. In June, Lutt wrote to Henry Clark to ask if he was willing to sell a couple of cottages he owned at Harmston adjacent to the vicarage; his son replied on his behalf as his father was too ill to attend to business. Immediately after Clark’s death, Lutt wrote to Toynbee to see whether it would be possible to arrange an exchange with the purchaser of Rowston. In a postscript he urges Toynbee (not, I think, wholly in jest) to tell them that Rowston church is falling  down. A further letter (12 July) notes that ‘Mr hood abated £50 on our behalf’; he wants this taken into account in any matter of exchange. In the event no exchange took place; Lutt was presented to Harmston on 1 October 1862. The sale was  only completed a year and a day later, so the presentation was actually made by Thomas hood. Benjamin Hart Thorold had died by the time of the next presentation, so there are few indications in the official record even that Lutt had bought the advowson.
I assume that all parties took care to stay on the right side of the law. It is nevertheless clear from Lutt’s  correspondence that his intent was to buy ecclesiastical preferment. both the solicitors involved appear to have  regarded the transaction as entirely normal. 

There is a description of Simony here. Cannot believe that this was practiced by any of my ancestors!

This new information was provided from the website above. I will dive into Ancestry and try to provide extra info from the censuses.

Here are the jpg's :


1841 Census

1851 Census

1861 Census



Both Hamlet and Roger followed  Robert to India. Up to Chapter 12 has now been added.
Click on this Tab to read the biography.
I am in the fortunate position of finding 4 pictures on the Flickr site that relate to the Clarks and the time they spent in Harmston. They are below. I am indebted to the photographer. A Mr Clark!





These are photos of the church interior. I was fortunate to visit in September'16.





Susan (Susanna) married Joseph Harris, Rector of Sheepy. A more complete rundown of her is on The Harris Family section of Church of the Martyrs website. Although the website still exists I am not sure this document still exists. I wrote to the writer but I never received a response.However it provided much useful information.

Elizabeth Catherine Clark  married the Rev Thomas Simcox Lea, the eldest son of  Reverend Frederick Simcox Lea of Astley Hall, in the county of Worcester, and The Lakes, Kidderminster, Master of Arts of the University of Oxford.

Henry Clark married Charlotte Jones, there is more information on this website - thanks to  Tim Clement-Jones.




Saturday, 5 February 2011

Affetside Article in local paper


A skull in Affetside
I think this may have been published in the Bury times or the local BoltonEvening News in the late 60's. However this clipping was kept by my mother Pat Martyn-Clark(nee Lomax) and deserves the light of Day! (Further info available at http://www.affetside.org.uk/pub.htm) Anything in brackets are my additions) Cannot easily find a reference to Anne Thomas working for the Bury Times or the Bolton Evening News. The article is reproduced in its entirety.
A Skull at the Bar – written by Anne Thomas.
Licensee Mike Hilton has a skull for company behind the bar of his 15th Century inn at Affetside, near Bury. And it's a distinguished fragment of bone, a gruesome relic of a famous executioner who seemingly has a few unpleasant tricks up his ghostly sleeve.
A skull, black and polished with age, isn't something that you expect to see in your local pub.. But regulars at Affetside's ancient Pack Horse Inn are used to it.. From a special shelf high in the back wall of the bar, this grim relic surveys the nightly festivities with a tooth smile or a grisly grimace , depending on where you stand. It's not just any old bit of bone either, but all that's left of a man who earned himself a footnote in many a history book. “That's George Whewell”, explained Mike Hilton, “The man who executed the Earl of Derby.”

Staunchly Royalist Lord Derby led a 2000 strong army in support of the King. Defeated near Wigan, he was later captured and and sentenced to death at Chester Castle. But Parliament thought revenge would be sweeter if the execution was held in Bolton, where the King's troops had earlier taken bloody reprisals in the town. 

Ye old Man and Scyth - note the inscription over the door!
this is situated in a square with an informative cross -
The Parish church is yards away to the right -
seems a good place for an execution!
 
Lord Derby was brought to an inn where he could see the scaffold through a window. There was a delay before he was led to the block. No-one wanted to be the executioner, until George Whewell – his family was massacred at Bolton – (It seemed his family were dissenters) volunteered to do the job.. Lord Derby felt the edge of the axe and gave him money”This is all I have,” he said “do your job well.”(1651)
George Whewell came to a similar end later and his head, thinks Mike Hilton, “was brought to the Pack Horse immediately after his execution. He was an Edgeworth man (http://www.winnersh.demon.co.uk/Family_History/fhisch3.htm) a village only two miles away, and perhaps the inn was one of his favourite haunts.”

George's skull is still supposed to do a spot of haunting. A local man who stole the head and left it on his bedroom dresser paid the price. He claimed he was woken at 3 am by a blow on his nose. “ I sat up and saw something bobbing up and down, like a great moth, in a ghostly blue colour, shining like phosphorous and with two blazing red eyes.”
Respect
And if the vision was nothing more than the result of a late cheese supper, it was enough to to make him return the skull to its usual resting place at the pack horse. Mike Hilton admits to treating the skull with respect. “We don't tempt fate by taking it out of the building,” he told me. “We’ve never seen any ghostly figure, but we do hear odd noises, especially footsteps in the room above the bar. Two doors opened of their own accord. One was an outside door and could have been blown by the wind. But the second door was a sliding door into the little room by the bar. It was a Saturday lunch time and the regulars stared , drank up and hurriedly left without a word.”

The Pack Horse was a flourishing inn over 500 years ago, when its front door opened onto the main pack horse road to the north. Affetside was a market village , and later developed as a mining community – the row of cottages next to the inn were built for miner working narrow drift mines nearby.

The stone column and round base that jut awkwardly into the road are a mystery. An old market cross, perhaps, or a pilgrims shrine? Or maybe a mile post for the Roman road a few feet away underground, or a marker for a Roman staging camp on the way to Ribchester? “ They excavated the the Roman Road a few years ago” recalled Mike, “but there wasn't much to see, just a few cobbles.”
In his snugly renovated cottage Alan Needham, offered another explanation. “ As a tall post on high ground it could have been a long distance marker for packhorse traffic, or it could just mark the the fact that Affetside is traditionally the half way point between London and Edinburgh.”
He also suggests, with a little tongue in cheek, an explanation for the village name . “Affetside, with a little imagination, could be a corruption of Half Each Side, meaning the half way point between the two cities.”
Restored
Alan is chairman of the Affetside Society, a sure sign that it is no longer the quiet, slow moving , out of the way place that it was not many years ago. Newcomers have moved in, buying the old cottages, renovating and restoring with vigour, modernising and improving and in the process sending property prices smartly upwards. We aim to preserve the village and improve it where we can.” Alan explained.

Wednesday, 2 February 2011

Dunn's in Tottington

Jane Dunn
Roger Dunn
The first photo is a picture of my maternal grandmother Jane Dunn, married Thomas Lomax. He was also a Tottingtonian. As far as I am aware this was the earliest photo I have. The date on the back of the photograph is 1901. I suppose that she would be 3 or 4 at the time. Stand to be corrected if others appear.  Sometimes she was known as a Dunne. As Tottington was a close knit community she was known as Jennie Dunn,even after 30 years of marriage!  However I want to go back a bit further. I have quite a lot of early Dunn Photographs which I have scanned. Big huge files.
Sarah Ann or Sadie Dunn
The first picture is of Rodger Dunn, died at the age of 26. I have discrepancy here with my mother and with ancestry. My mother has written on the reverse of the photo died at the age of 26. Ancestry claims 23 years.
He was however the son of William Greenhalgh Dunn and Hannah Baker Yoxhall.

Greenhalgh's figure a lot in the history. The Lomax's married into the Greenhalghe's, whether they were the same line I do not know. Research has been going on for a number of years and I really do not have any satisfactory conclusions. His Brother William was my direct ancestor. He would have been my grandmother's uncle. Taking a leap of faith here. I believe that this lady, known as Sadie is actually Sarah Ann Dunn, a brother of Roger. The photos have always been kept together. This would of course have been my Grandmother's aunt. The final picture of these three is another Dunn of the same generation. Walker Dunn. There has been a long line of Walker Dunns. His father was a Walker Dunn too.  He was born in 1854 and died in 1929.

Tracing the line back includes a Walker Dunn who was killed in 1916 at Pozieres in France. He is commemorated on the War Memorial in Walshaw.


Walker Dunn
Walker Dunn. I suspect this
gentleman was born in 1923
These 3 siblings were 3 of 9 children. All born in Tottington. The names of the other 6 were Alice, Eliza, John, Jane, William, and Hannah. William was my Grandmother's father reputed to have a fearsome temper and a great singing voice. William married Ann Walmesley Forrest. Another post will show the pictures I have. This is where the plot thickens as far as being able to trace relatives. I am going to add 2 pictures of Walmsley Forrest' that do not appear on any of the searchable websites.

Below are photographs of my Grandmother - most of them are when she was a Lomax but also including one or two later ones.

These 4 pictures are of my Grandmother with here very close friend Phyllis Hampson. I do not know what her unmarried name was. These were dated in the Second World War as Air Raid Wardens.

My Grandmother as I really do recall her. It seems that she was about 65 in this photograph. This will have been about 7 years before her death at 72. We were still playing golf occasionally. I had probably just about left home at this time. Pictured at a wedding
I do not know the date, but I do know the name of the officer presenting. This was John Woodcock, I believe a solicitor, practised or lived in Hawkshaw. My mother was on first name terms.
My Grandmother is the woman on the right - haven't a clue who any of the others were!
Finally - one of the few pictures of my mother and my grandmother. Pat Lomax and Jane Lomax. Predictably holding cats. I think the photo may well have been taken in Ruislip.