The prompt for this weeks 52 ancestors was number 12. Twelve is the most wonderful number as I was born in the 12th month so I thought it would be a good idea to share a photo of me when I was 12 years old….and that cute little boy beside me is little brother Tony who would have been about five.
The prompt for Week 8 of 52 Ancestors is 52 weeks is Family Photo. So many photos in this category, which one did I treasure the most. My eyes turned initially to the oldest and then I thought it is easy to overlook the treasures that are being created in your own lifetime so I have chosen a family photo taken in 1957.
The Children of Charles and Hazel Biggs. Margaret Rose, Colin John (holding Anthony Roy) and Carolyn Mary. The photo was taken in the lounge room of the family home at 34 Highgate Street, Bexley in 1957.
It was a big event to have our photo professionally taken and we were dressed in our best clothes. Colin in his school uniform and Margaret and I in our dresses beautifully and lovingly made by our mother. Don’t be fooled by that perfect looking young man in the middle, he was always full of mischief and on the go. It is a wonder that they managed to get him to sit still for the duration of the shoot or at the very least taken the photographer’s camera apart to see how it worked.
I can remember looking at the portfolio of photographs and all us kids deciding that it had to be the one with our little brother Anthony crying. As far as we were concerned that was pretty well all that he did at that stage of his life. He did prove to be worthwhile a little later in life as the perfect baby doll for Maggie and me to dress up and play with. I am sure that is how he developed his good humour and his patience and tolerance.
So good to grow up in a loving family and still all be “together” and enjoying our own families nearly 70 years later.
The prompt for 52 ancestors in 52 weeks was Love. So many ideas sprang to mind but one particularly stuck. As anyone who knows me knows I love family history. I love the quirkiness of some of my “finds” when I am researching and one of the greatest places for those sort of finds is Trove. I came across this piece written, for “The Worker” a local Wagga Wagga paper, and printed in the 2 August 1906 edition.
It set me to wondering if the basis for the story may have been my Great Uncle Frederick Biggs. Click here for a link to his story. He was a traveller, selling pianos and other musical items and it may have been possible that Wagga was part of his territory. I can’t prove it one way or the other but it did make me chuckle and wonder…
Over the past few weeks I have been completely immersed in all things 18th Century. From rereading some of Austin’s novels, lots of historical records and the most wonderful treasure of a book Mary Bacon’s World: A farmer’s wife in eighteenth century Hampshire , it is written by Ruth Facer and is based on and includes many extracts from her diary. So now I have “receipts” for every thing from curing an argue to pickling walnuts.With the past couple of rainy cold days I have taken a step back in time or climbed another limb on the family tree to put together my 3 x great grandfather, James Biggs’, story who was born in 1764. If you would like to read about him click here.