Thursday, January 01, 2009
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
It's that time of year again.....
Saturday, November 08, 2008
Remembrance Day.
Remembrance Day is here again,
On this day we remember all those who were slain.
The ones they left behind have endured much sorrow and pain.
But rest assured,
the whole world knows those brave ones didn't die in vain.
The poppies that you see people wear,
Are there to show you they still care.
We open our hearts so that we can share,
A moment of silence, and offer a prayer.
To all the soldiers who died saving our country.
~~By Patti Joyce.~~
Elaine's remembrance Day Poem Page
View my friends (Bill Norwood) Special Page.
On this day we remember all those who were slain.
The ones they left behind have endured much sorrow and pain.
But rest assured,
the whole world knows those brave ones didn't die in vain.
The poppies that you see people wear,
Are there to show you they still care.
We open our hearts so that we can share,
A moment of silence, and offer a prayer.
To all the soldiers who died saving our country.
~~By Patti Joyce.~~
Elaine's remembrance Day Poem Page
View my friends (Bill Norwood) Special Page.
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Prayer,
Remembrace,
Silence,
Soldiers
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Christmas in Ladysmith 1899
Christmas Day in South Africa falls almost at midsummer and the sun rises early, as did the Boers in 1899, immediately sniping at the town and sending over their big shells. Later in the day two of these shells land in the town but failed to detonate. On being opened, the engineers found that the detonators had been removed and the space filled with Christmas pudding. Written on the outside was the message "With the compliments of the season".
Read the rest of this story at ladysmithhistory.com
Read about Captain John Norwood VC Here. He served in the 5th Dragoon Guards at ladysmith.
Read the rest of this story at ladysmithhistory.com
Read about Captain John Norwood VC Here. He served in the 5th Dragoon Guards at ladysmith.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Trick or Treat.
Every year before this one, we would draw the blinds and not take any notice of the door bell, and it worked.
This year, I bought sweets and waited ................... and waited .................. and guess what ....... No one come and knocked on our door.
Oh well, not to worry, there is always next year.
This year, I bought sweets and waited ................... and waited .................. and guess what ....... No one come and knocked on our door.
Oh well, not to worry, there is always next year.
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Norwood Family History Slide Show
Well, I have completed my friends web pages (for now, he will without doubt what something new).
If you Click Here, you will be able to see his slide show.
It shows quite a few members of his family.
Please let me know if you have any comments.
If you Click Here, you will be able to see his slide show.
It shows quite a few members of his family.
Please let me know if you have any comments.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Oh Dear !
Monday, September 22, 2008
Another Year's Holiday's Finished !
Monday, August 11, 2008
Norwood ...
Having helped my mate to compile his family history, (he has only just started, so there is a long way to go), he came across a relative who fought in the Boer War.
His name was John Norwood. This a an account of him : He died in the early month's of World War One.
My friend is enjoying his research with the ups,downs of researching the generations from the past.
His name was John Norwood. This a an account of him : He died in the early month's of World War One.
My friend is enjoying his research with the ups,downs of researching the generations from the past.
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norwood,
world war one
Saturday, June 21, 2008
What's New.
Well, I have been really busy the last few weeks. Work can get on top of you and you dont know which way to turn.

I have decided, to change this blog and let it become a outlet for information on Genealogy. I hope to add little bits of my Family Tree and any other little pieces of interesting things I pick up on the way.
Keep looking here, I hope the time will be available for me to add some comments very soon.

I have decided, to change this blog and let it become a outlet for information on Genealogy. I hope to add little bits of my Family Tree and any other little pieces of interesting things I pick up on the way.
Keep looking here, I hope the time will be available for me to add some comments very soon.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
IRISH LOVE STORY !!!
An elderly man lay dying in his bed.
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way
out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the
railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven,
for there, spread out upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of
his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Irish
wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the
edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife
with a wooden spoon ......
.........
.........
F**k off' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled
the aroma of his favourite scones wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself
from the bed. Leaning on the wall, he slowly made his way
out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort, gripping the
railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs.
With laboured breath, he leaned against the door-frame, gazing into the kitchen.
Were it not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven,
for there, spread out upon the kitchen table were literally hundreds of
his favourite scones.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his devoted Irish
wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself
towards the table, landing on his knees in rumpled posture.
His aged and withered hand trembled towards a scone at the
edge of the table, when it was suddenly smacked by his wife
with a wooden spoon ......
.........
.........
F**k off' she said, 'they're for the funeral.'
Sunday, April 27, 2008
I Like This One ..........
One day a 12-year old boy was walking down the street when a car pulled up beside him and the window was wound down.
'I'll give you a bag of lollies if you get in the car', said the male driver.
'No way, get stuffed', replied the boy.
How about a bag of lollies and £10?' asked the driver
'I said no way', replied the irritated youngster.
'What about a bag of lollies and FIFTY QUID, eh?' quizzed the driver, still rolling slowly to keep up with the walking boy.
'No, I'm not getting in the fricken car!' answered the boy
'OK, I know what you want, I'll give you £100 and a bag of lollies', the driver offered.
'NO,' screamed the boy.
'What will it take to get you into the car?' asked the driver with a long sigh.
The boy replied, 'Listen Dad, you bought the bloody Skoda, you live with it.'
'I'll give you a bag of lollies if you get in the car', said the male driver.
'No way, get stuffed', replied the boy.
How about a bag of lollies and £10?' asked the driver
'I said no way', replied the irritated youngster.
'What about a bag of lollies and FIFTY QUID, eh?' quizzed the driver, still rolling slowly to keep up with the walking boy.
'No, I'm not getting in the fricken car!' answered the boy
'OK, I know what you want, I'll give you £100 and a bag of lollies', the driver offered.
'NO,' screamed the boy.
'What will it take to get you into the car?' asked the driver with a long sigh.
The boy replied, 'Listen Dad, you bought the bloody Skoda, you live with it.'
Monday, April 14, 2008
Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Old Occupations 1
"To "put to the horn" in old Scots law; was to denounce as a rebel and outlaw for non-appearance at a court to answer a summons; the culprit was proclaimed at the Great Cross in Edinburgh, together with three blasts of a horn and other formalities. A similar process was in vogue in executions on property for judicially established debts."
Sunday, March 30, 2008
No Time !
Its been a busy time for me. Work has kept me busy for many an hour, but I have to pay the bills.
I have also been working on my Family Tree. Lots of loose ends to find, which is not easy. When you find one thing that looks good another comes along and says "No Way", you just have to keep trying to find those long lost links of your past.

Above is Christmas Steps in Bristol around 1890. This picture gives a good feel of what life may have been like so many years ago.
I have also been working on my Family Tree. Lots of loose ends to find, which is not easy. When you find one thing that looks good another comes along and says "No Way", you just have to keep trying to find those long lost links of your past.

Above is Christmas Steps in Bristol around 1890. This picture gives a good feel of what life may have been like so many years ago.
Friday, March 07, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
You Must Remember This ...
A couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things. During a checkup, the doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want to start writing things on paper to help them remember.
Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair.
"Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" he asks.
"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"
"Sure."
"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" she asks.
"No, I can remember it."
"Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so's not to forget it?"
He says, "I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."
"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down will you she asks?"
Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!" Then he toddles into the kitchen.
After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.
She stares at the plate for a moment.
"Where's my toast?"
Later that night, while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair.
"Want anything while I'm in the kitchen?" he asks.
"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"
"Sure."
"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" she asks.
"No, I can remember it."
"Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. Maybe you should write it down, so's not to forget it?"
He says, "I can remember that. You want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries."
"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll forget that, write it down will you she asks?"
Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I can remember it! Ice cream with strawberries and whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!" Then he toddles into the kitchen.
After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs.
She stares at the plate for a moment.
"Where's my toast?"
Saturday, February 02, 2008
The Good Husband
Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all. He didn't even remember how he got home from the party As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.
And, next to them, a single red rose!! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favourite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper.
His son is also at the table, eating.
Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?"
"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."
Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"
His son replies, "Oh THAT...Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"
Broken Coffee Table £135:00.
Hot Breakfast £1:99.
Two Aspirins 25p.
Saying the right thing, at the right time...PRICELESS
Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table.
And, next to them, a single red rose!! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house.
He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror. Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick: "Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favourite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"
He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper.
His son is also at the table, eating.
Jack asks, "Son... what happened last night?"
"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."
Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"
His son replies, "Oh THAT...Mum dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed, "Leave me alone, I'm married!!"
Broken Coffee Table £135:00.
Hot Breakfast £1:99.
Two Aspirins 25p.
Saying the right thing, at the right time...PRICELESS
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