“Let’s not have a sniffle…”
…Let’s have a bloody good cry. And always remember: the longer you live, The sooner you bloody well die. My dad, dying of cancer, singing “Isn’t It Grand, Boys.” They broke the mold.
Continue reading →…Let’s have a bloody good cry. And always remember: the longer you live, The sooner you bloody well die. My dad, dying of cancer, singing “Isn’t It Grand, Boys.” They broke the mold.
Continue reading →Or: What a Difference Twenty-Some Years Can Make Death and Burial of Margaret Jamieson When Margaret Jamieson, widow of James Moran, died on 12 July 1882, her death generated two records: a Roman Catholic church burial record; 1 and an…
Continue reading →John Alexander Moran, 6 September 1934 – 14 March 2013. My wonderful father: They broke the mold. Obituary here and here.
Continue reading →A couple of family connections have told me that James Hourigan, son of Thomas Hourigan and Julia Moran, died in the Great Fire of 1870. Their source of information was apparently Alec Lunney’s “My Maternal Ancestors,” which I posted here.1…
Continue reading →Via John Reid’s Anglo-Celtic Connections, the 1842 Upper Canada Census (or some [most?] of what survives, at any rate) is now online (and free of charge!) at FamilySearch.org. Not that I’m complaining, because online access (and free of charge, at…
Continue reading →As I’ve mentioned before (e.g., in Spelling Doesn’t Count! [in Genealogy]), it’s extremely unlikely that an ancestor had a strong attachment to a certain spelling of his surname, if that ancestor never had occasion to personally spell his own name. If…
Continue reading →