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from Bob March 07                                                                       to enlarge photos, click on them
to Austria May 07
to Canada June 07
from Paul & Lucia August 07
to England 07
from Ciara, Ryan, Craig, Andrew Nov 07
from Bob & Dave March 08

from Ciara & Ryan March 09    
from Bob March 09
from Paul July 09
to England 09  

Also on this page: Yorkshire June 06   Banbury June 06   Banbury Sept 07  Yorkshire Nov 09    
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from Bob March 07
Bob and TchornaIn March Bob came for a few days. He was ready to help with the house building but nothing was happening right then so he will have to come back when there is work to do. Beside a bit of sightseeing he did a great job of keeping our dog exercised and our dog did require a lot of exercise.





to Austria May 07
EstherI am also going to include our host in Austria in early May, Esther. When we lived there, her parents ran the little farm. Now she owns the farm and runs it but her parents still live there with her. She was very hospitable to us.




to Canada June 07
CiaraIn June/July I went to Canada. Ciara met me in Calgary and brought me to Regina where I stayed with her for a few days. I saw what a great job they were doing to renovate and finish the White City house. Next I stayed with Madeline. We had our usual fun time. I managed to attend three Toastmaster clubs.
Bob and Dell drove us out to the reunion. Bob, Harold, Madeline and I were the only 'Clarence' relatives there but there were lots of 'Guy' and 'Harold' families and a few 'Lucien' too. Eleanor Young was there with all her children and their families. This was especially nice for her as a day or so later she died in her sleep.
The day after the reunion ended, we went to Lang to bury George. Their were not many there: Mel, marvellous Heather, Madeline, Marcia and Ken, Harold and Lenore, Bob and Dell, Jim and Carol, Alan.
I drove back with Marcia to Saskatoon and had a good visit with her, did my business and saw Brian and Marsha. Brian was looking so good.

Note on TM club visits:
I have been starved of Toastmasters for a year. There is something very special for me about TM friends. They are people that you get to know very well on one level while they are almost strangers on other levels. By and large, they are straight-forward, confident, efficient, out-going people either already or after a couple of years in a club. 
While in Canada this June, I managed to visit Park Place, Not-Just-Us and BLT, the three clubs I belonged to this time last year.
BLT was having a meeting on June 16 with 4 speeches to get them in before the end of June. Of course, being an advanced club, the speeches were excellent. I was able to evaluate Doris' as my contribution to the meeting.
On June 19 NJU was having a Tall Tales competition with 5 members competing. I participated as a judge. And on June 26 NJU had a pot luck party. It was a big group with a number of new members to meet.
On June 21 I attended the end of year party of Park Place at a restaurant. Here I saw some of my oldest Toastmaster friends.


from Paul & Lucia August 07
Lucia Paul HarryWe had a visit from Paul Viminitz and Lucia in August. Paul is walking slightly awkwardly but otherwise seems to have recovered from his accident. There was nothing wrong with his voice though and we had some interesting conversations.



to England 07
KathWe took a trip to England in September to visit friends. The first stop was with a distant relative in Banbury (see family page for details).
We travelled on to Coventry to visit Ozzie Webb. He is not that well but living in the same house he lived in when we were in Coventry. We lived within a short walk to his house but had great difficulty find the address as there have been so many changes to the roads in Coventry. This may be the last time we see him so we are glad we went even though it was a bit of a strain for him to have a visit.
DonWe went on to Long Eaton and arrived late in the evening. We made our headquarters there at the Hinson house. The next day was all shopping, business and talk.
On the following day we drove to Berkhamsted to see a man that Harry knew when he was a teenager in Canada, Oliver Penrose. We had a pleasant visit with him and his wife and a nice drive through the edge of the Chiltern hills.
The next day was at home with the Hinson's but Harry was captured by some neighbouring steam train enthusiasts for a good part of the day.
On the almost final day we went to Loughborough where we once lived and found a cafe, Da Franco, where we spend a great deal of time over of years. The man who owns and runs it now was a young boy when we first went there and was a teenager around the cafe when we came back from Africa. His mother was then in charge.
On the way back to Long Eaton, we found the home of Ian and Clara North. He was a co-worker with Harry went he first worked in Loughborough and then a member our group of friends and finally Harry worked for him while we were waiting to go to Canada. Ian has very serious Parkinson's disease and so it was nice to have seen him before he was any worst. But it was a terrible surprise to learn about his illness - we did not expect it. It was saddening that he intellect is imprisoned by his difficulty in speaking.
We drove from Long Eaton to Dover with a meal and some shopping in Ashford Kent where Harry had lived for a short time about 50 years ago. Nothing was familiar.
Here are our hosts Kath and Don illustrating our fun and serious talk with them.


from Ciara, Ryan, Craig, Andrew Nov 07 The four came for a full week - after doing Paris and Amsterdam and before flying home. I think they were cold all the time they were here. They shopped and did some sight seeing in our car but without us along. We had a few meals out, some good Harry cooked meals and a Ryan barQ steak dinner using the pit he built last trip. We had a few good discussions into the late evenings.
They assembled a shed for us taking one afternoon until dark and the next morning. Late, late one night we watched the Roughriders beat Calgary on a real time video computer link. It was a very good game and a joy to see CFL again.
Everyday everyone of the four had to do their Facebook communication and Caira talked me into signing up.

Pictures are building shed, ditto, watching game, saying goodbye.
Ryan Ciara Harrybuilding shedwatching Grey Cupsaying goodbye

from Bob & Dave March 08

Harry Dave BobHarry hooked up with Bob and Dave in Dijon and brought them to Bengy. They stayed for four days and then saw Paris on the way back to Frankfurt for the flight back to Canada. While here they saw a bit of the Loire valley and Bourges. Bob, of course, had some good walks with the dog. We had some good food and conversation (with cheap wine).
Picture is of Harry, Dave and Bob enjoying some wine and snacks with the dog looking on suspiciously.



from Ciara & Ryan March 09
Ciara and Ryan were with us for 6 days. They did their favourite 'factory shops' for china and chocolate plus added one for outdoor clothing. It was in Dun of all places so Ciara managed to bring herself to go near the place. They also visited their favourite shops in Bourges and Nevers. ciara and ryan
We had some meals out and some at home including a Ryan barBQ. (Great tradition) One day we did some exploring of the Loire and Allier valleys (click here for pictures). The dog was great with Ryan when she was on the lead but when she wasn't being walked she was very frustrated and torn between her suspicion and friendly curiosity.
We all agreed that it was not a great idea for us to come to Canada for their marriage in June.


from Bob March 09ciara bobBob came for 6 days and just overlapped a bit with Ciara. There was a lot of sitting around talking, watching TV (Rugby turns out to be something Bob likes to watch), trips around shopping with Harry and very long walks with the dog. They were intent on finding the 'source of the Craon'.  
from Paul July 09
Paul came for 5 days. So we had some good meals out - one a day including one at a friends rather than a restaurant. Of course there was lots of great conversations, even a couple of heated ones, and much coffee and wine. Of course we had a theme which Paul had some fancy name for but was really just 'getting old'. Harry and Paul bought some cloths on a trip to Dun. I looked around by didn't buy. Paul had less of a limp then on previous visit. He was surprized by the house progress and admitted that he had lost a bet with Harry on how far it would have got by his next visit (this indicating that he never looks at this website - grr).
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Pictures are: discussing bet, going to lunch at the White Horse, doing some mowing for Harry,

to England Nov 09 In November (11-19) we took a trip to England. We left early in the morning and made it to Calais for an evening ferry and then drove from Dover to Nottingham to arrive before midnight. Don and Kate were waiting up for us and watching TV that they rarely see. Don looked very good after his operation. We have a couple of days of talking and shopping for bargains and things we find hard to get in France. Then we drove up to Yorkshire, around some villages of family interest (see second Driffield trip) and across the moor to Whitby. We stayed with Don and Kate's daughter and family – Jenny, Matt, Kitty and Bob. Jenny teachs Yoga and Matt works for the local council. Again much talk but also playing with the kids and looking around the town. For an English seaside resort town, Whitby has got some class. Jenny's house is 4 stories but narrow on a very short and very steep street, a lovely old house. After 2 nights at Jenny's we visited old friends from the 70s, Harry and Beryl, for lunch. We heard about the novel that Harry is just finishing. In the afternoon we drove back down to Nottingham and had another day with the Hinsons. The next morning was the drive down to Dover to get the ferry and then the drive back to the Cher that night. In the whole trip we never had a trouble free drive. We thought we had managed without any traffic holdups on the way back but right near the end we took the wrong road south of Paris and got sort of lost and then fog – oh well.
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Bob playing spiderKitty & HarryWhitby Their little steep street






















to Driffield Yorkshire June 06
mapIn June I stayed with friends in England, Don and Kath. They are very old and dear friends. We first knew them in the '60s and I had not seen them for 27 years, although Harry had seen them, two or three times over the years. They treated me royally, including taking me to the Banbury and Driffield areas.
I gave Don a list of places, he looked them up on his ordinance survey maps and we found them. Don's way to investigating was to look around the church yard and also inside the church if it was unlocked. "Someone is bound to come and see what you are doing?" This method seemed to work in Yorkshire. We went to Yorkshire and visited for most of the day with their daughter in Whitby. In the evening we made our way to Hutton Cranswick and stayed the night there. In the morning we began our look around that area: Hutton Cranswick, Beswick, Lockington, Little Driffield, Duggleby, and the next day on the way home we stopped at Barmby Moor. It is away from the other villages and close to the road home.

It was somewhat of a concession for the Don and Kath to take me to this area because they had been to mapDriffield once and had sworn never to enter the town again - something to do with not being able to get a cup of tea in the whole town on one Sunday afternoon.
Here are some maps. Except Duggleby, all the towns are more or less in a line from Driffield south towards Beverley
We stayed at the White Horse (the only place to stay in Hutton Cranswick). It was not the classiest place and it did not help to arrive in the middle of a big England game in the World Cup. Everyone was glued to white horsethe television. The White Horse is the building on the left edge of the photo.
The town had a large green with a memorial in it and a duck pond. Hutton Cranswick had just won a junior football (soccer) championship and the kids played (celebrated) a lot on the green. On the memorial was a Barmby - a Henry Barmby of the New Zealand Infantry. (Despite the name on the memorial - no one in the pub knew of any Barmbys living in the village).  Appropriately there was a white rose in Yorkshire.
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huttonWe found that there were places to eat in Driffield and had an evening meal there. (We even found a nice tea shop the next day on the way through.) Kath was appeased. This was the Cranswick half of Hutton Cranswick and it did not have a grave yard to look in. It may be that Hutton and Cranswick had to join together because Hutton had a church and Cranswick had a pub and a chapel. We started the next morning in the Hutton half of Hutton Cranswick
Hutton church was locked but we toured the graveyard with the help of the church warden who saw us looking around.  No Barmby graves were found (or other names of interest to us).

The church yard had many very old and large trees, including one that had grown around and covered a grave stone. You could only see part of the stone if you got down and peered into one hole in the trunk near the ground.
Hutton seemed 'high class' compared to Cranswick. But it did have a notice on the church gate for pig racing and for the Chapel in Cranswick.
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From Hutton Cranswick we went south down the road from Driffield to Beverley. First stop was Beswick (pronounced bizic). It is a tiny place with a couple of short streets, a church and a manor. The manor, Beswick Hall, turns out to be occupied by a Duggleby.
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The church lady and her husband joined us when we were looking in the grave yard. "Oh, your related to the Dugglebys. You should have been here last year, there were hundreds of them having a reunion." The Dugglebys were away but their son was in the town and he gave me their email address and invited me to contact his parents.
The church had a very interesting graveyard. We found out from the couple that look after the church that it is relatively modern and they showed us a copy of a photograph of the old church. It had a thatched roof and a wooden bell tower. The photo was taken in 1876, just before the church was destroyed.
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graveBehind some greenery was the grave of our great-great-great-grandmother. She was born Catherine Duggleby, married William Dalby and had a daughter Sarah, later married Thomas Dales. "In Memory of Catharine Dales who died September 23rd 1872 aged 74 years. Also Thomas Dales who died Septr 21st 1884 aged 78 years." graveAnd here is our great-great-grandmother Sarah Dalby, daughter of Catharine and wife of John Barmby (who was father of Thomas Barmby). "In Loving Memory of Sarah the dearly deloved wife of the late John Barmby of Beswick who fell asleep in Jesus Apr 21st 1891 aged 71 years. Also Jane the dearly beloved daughter of the above who passed away January 13th 1918. At Rest." graveThere also was another Barmby. "In Every Loving Memory of Dalby Barmby of Beswick who fell asleep Sept 6 1919 aged 80 years. Until we meet again." This would be a brother of our great grandfather, Thomas Barmby. Thomas was born in Beswick and had a brother called Dalby born about 1837. There were numerous Duggleby graves in the yard. This is the house of the church lady and family. It is older than it looks. The give away is the funny brick pattern on the edge of the gable. This is the result of converting the roof from thatch to tile. We saw this pattern often in the little villages.
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We were told by them that the last Barmbys to live in the village (now dead), lived in Pear Tree Cottage.
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woldsThe land between Driffield and Beverley is very flat, with few trees, and large fields (for England). Its less the wolds and more the Humber estuary. On we went to the neighbouring village of Lockington and, of course, straight to the church. What a weird building it was. It looked like it had been half torn down and rebuilt several times and odd bits added on, using old and new stone, old and new brick and tiles. The vicar arrived to see who was poking around and let us in the church. Even the inside was cut up. The original 1200s church had the top its Norman arch just cut away! There was a very odd chapel which I didn't photograph.
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No graves were found in the grave yard of interest to us. The story (in a pamphlet in the church) of how the church was treated over the years is interesting by I am not including it here. (except to say it was not the Puritans this time.)
The village had a number of houses like this. In this part of the country a small river is called a beck and a beck flows through the village green. The last picture is the Primitive Methodist Chapel.
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We drove on to Beverley and had lunch there. (Nice town but pictures not included)
In the afternoon we drove back up the road to Little Driffield. This is supposed to be where our grandfather was born.
No one came to talk to us in the grave yard and we did not find any graves of interest to us.
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l diffieldThe village green was small and had a duck pond. We got used to these ponds on the drive up to Duggleby. Diffield itself is billed as the capital of the Wolds but it is seems very much on the edge of them.
The next drive took us up onto the Wolds and to the village of Duggleby.
The farm at Duggleby was supposed to have been in the hands of the Duggleby family since before the Doomsday Book.
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Also at Duggleby is a prehistoric grave barrow called Duggleby Howe. The picture also shows the Wold land (flat topped hills on chalk).
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In the evening I met the niece of Eva Clark and Ethel Leake. She drove up to Hutton Cranswick and had supper with me. She knew very little about either the Barmbys or the Coultas families and was actually a relative of the Leake family. Eva and Ethel were the two daughters of Violet, our grandfather's older sister. Both the Clark and Leake couples were childless. They both farmed: Clarks in Foxholes and Leakes in Thwing. They retired to Driffield and shared a house. She remembers the farms had grain fields, hens and horses. She remembers Eva as very stiff and austere aunt when she was a child but a friendly aunt after she was grown. Her mother was raised by Ethel and George Leake. I asked her whether the sisters were church or chapel and she said that they were definitely church on the farms but in Driffield they were chapel and she did not know why.  She remembered that there were a couple of old farm labourer's boxes at her uncle's farm. They held all the belongings of the labourer and were moved from farm to farm with the labourer. All the contracts were for a year started at Michelmas. She has taught school for her whole working life in the Hull area (now retiring) and has never had a Barmby in her class and only a couple of Coutlases. It was too late in the trip to go to Thwing or Foxholes to see if there were traces of the Coutlas family there.
In the morning we set off for home but stopped in Barmby Moor on the way. This is one of the places from which the Barmby name may have come. No one came to see us in the grave yard. We found an old Dalby grave but nothing else. There was a green with some older buildings on it. The rest of the town is very modern. It is not a tucked away village but a small town/large village on a major road.
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to Banbury Area June 06
In June I stayed with friends in England, Don and Kath. They are very old and dear friends. We first knew them in the '60s and I had not seen them for 27 years, although Harry had seen them, two or three times over the years. They treated me royally, including taking me to the Banbury and Driffield areas.
I gave Don a list of places, he looked them up on his ordinance survey maps and we found them. Don's way of investigating was to look around the church yard and also inside the church if it was unlocked. "Someone is bound to come and see what you are doing?" And if that failed then go in the local pub and ask questions. This worked better in Yorkshire then it did in this area.
So we set out one day for Southam, Banbury, Ratley, Alkerton, Swalchiffe (but not Birmingham).
Southam first: of course we went to the church (no England plots in the grave yard). This is the walk up to the back door and the front of the church.
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southamWe did not arouse anyone's curiosity. One thing did catch my eye. Southam was a stop on the green road between Lincolnshire and Wales. Cattle, sheep, geese etc. were walked to market along the green roads. There were supposed to be many inns in Southam where the animal drovers could rest. Below the back to the church was what appeared to be a green road. I took a great picture that I thought would show it but it doesn't. Still I include the picture because I like it. Past the graves is a row of trees and hedge, beyond that a grass strip and then another row of trees and hedge. We went on to the Southam market place and looked at some interesting buildings in the town. It seemed a quiet Midlands market town. We do not know how much connection the England family had to Southam. It may have been very little. We had lunch and went on.
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 Our next stop was Banbury.  We were along canals driving into the town but it was not convenient to stop and take any pictures. The centre of the town is the cross. The original cross (of nursery rhyme fame) is long gone. In the Civil War, the Round Heads and the Cavaliers fought their first battle near here at Edge Hill. After the battle, the King's army retired to Oxford and Parliament's army went on a crusade to rid the neighbouring towns and churches of 'idolatry'. They destroyed the ancient cross. The current one is a Victorian replacement but it is still the centre of the town, in the middle of a round-about. Near it is a statue of the 'fair lady upon a white horse'.
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We didn't spend much time in Banbury but I took a few pictures. We set out for Ratley. I should say something about 'tarted up' villages, as all of the villages we visited have been taken over by very rich people from the cities who want country homes in unspoiled villages that are off the beaten path. Well, villages don't get much more unspoiled and off the beaten track then these. So cottages, groups of cottages, barns etc. are converted into very luxurious homes. Their thatched or slate roofs are re-established. When you see picture book perfect cottages with expensive cars parked by them, you know you are in a 'tarted up' village. Ratley seemed the least affected village and Swalcliffe the most. The buildings are probably the same ones, by and large, as they were in the 1800s but they probably look much better now. Although the three villages are in a line along Edge Hill and connected by tiny roads or foot paths, we drove back to Banbury and out again for each village. When you get views from this ridge - you can see across Oxfordshire in the one direction and across Warwickshire in the other. The ground here is rusty coloured and so are the buildings, walls and anything else made of stone. The local stone that is quarried here has a high iron content. The border between the two counties runs along the ridge. Ratley is in Warwickshire and Alkerton and Swalcliff in Oxfordshire. They seem their own little world, not resembling the countryside in any direction. The area is a Conservation Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and so is protected.
Here are maps of Ratley, Alkerton and Swalcliffe. They are approximately in a row with Ratley to the north and Swalcliffe to the south.
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On to Radley and its church. There was no evidence in the grave stones as they very few and were not very legible.
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In the church yard there was a war memorial with several England names on it.
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Inside the church there was an urn for a Albert H England and a June entry in the rememberance book for a Joan  England.
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There was an interesting old cross in the church yard. It was called the Preaching Cross and was used by itinerate Friars to preach under. It dates from the 1200s and so does the church (St. Peter ad Vincula - St. Peter in Chains). There is also a very ancient spring in the yard, called the goggs (no picture).
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No one came to interrupt our mooching and so we had to rely on our own eyes and a pamphlet in the church. On to the next stop at the pub, the Rose and Crown.
According to the sign, it was established in1098, which was ridiculous. Kath said that "someone should tell the Trip". The Trip to Jerusalem in Nottingham is credited with being the oldest pub in England and it is younger than 1098.
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On the hill behind the pub is what is left of a destroyed 'moot and bailey' castle - now just a sort of a hill. The oldest looking part of the inside was the fire place. We asked if any people named England lived here. Well they once did and the barmaid started looking them up in the local history book. So I bought a copy of the book from her. (Material from it is in another link).
Then we looked around the village and took some pictures.
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ratleyI guess this is the sort of carving you might get on a work building if it was in a town of stone masons. The local quarry is closed but there is a working one just down the road. We left Ratley and made our way to the (almost touching) village of Edgehill, part of the parish of Ratley. It is, of course, at the edge of Edge Hill and just above the scene of the first battle of the Civil War. We were told that there had also been Englands in this village sometime. Now it is a few cottages and a Victorian period castle. Here we had our afternoon refreshments, overlooking Warwickshire.
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edgehillEdgehill is also covered by the book I bought at the Rose and Crown. It was a real community once, but now it seems somewhat phony. The impression is added to by the fake castle that is now the Edgehill Castle Hotel. The next stop was Alkerton. The church (St. Michael's and All Angels') is from the 1100s and listed by English Heritage as a 'gem of Norman architecture'. But we didn't see any England markers.
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The church is high on a hill. Coming down from the hill, I took a picture of the yards that were overlooked by the church path. The picture also shows how flat is the top of Edge Hill in places. It is like a thin plateau dropping steeply on either side.
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The village itself was very 'improved'.
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By this time it was mildly raining and getting late in the day, so we left for Swalcliffe. If anything, it was more improved than Alkerton.
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The most impressive building in town was a tithe barn that had been restored.
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We did not visit a number of other villages in the area or the stately home of the Earl of Jersey, Upton House. Kath's friends told her off (mildly) for going all that way and missing Upton.
What surprised me the most about this trip was just how different the 10 or so villages on Edge Hill are from the country north, south, east and west of them. Look at my summary of the book for more on Ratley and the Englands. Ratley history book

to Banbury Area Sept 07 In September we took a trip to England. On the way to the Nottingham area we stopped in Banbury to meet a distant relative, Barry Hitchcox. He is the great grandson of Mercy who was the sister of Richard England our great greatfather. (ie we are third cousins).
We found him waiting for us a little way from the town centre and we went in his car for a drive and chat around Alkerton and neighbouring villages. The story goes that Richard and Mercy's parents (William Hitchcox and Mary England) lived near the church in Alkerton. We drove around but it was not possible to pick out any particular house as being a probable choice. There were a number of smallish, old cottages that could be described as near the church.
Barry's father told him very little about his parents and grandparents. We drove past a couple of houses where Barry's father had said he lived. Barry's father was one of the youngest of 17 children and seems to have had a lot of bad fortune as a child. So it is not too surprising that he had little to say about his childhood.
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at Barry felt would be of interest. It is in the Alkerton census of 1871 but was somewhat out of town in the direction of Ratley, marked in the census as New Inn on the Edge Hill Road. The publican then was William Golby aged 61 with his wife Hannah, 61. Barry believes that it was a place frequented by Englands, Hitchcoxs and prehaps Woodwards in those days. It is a place where a Hitchcox from Alkerton might meet an England from Ratley, or where Richard might have met his first wife, a Golby, or even his second, a Woodward.
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The pub was being renovated when we were there.
We discussed the chance that William Hitchcox, although born in Isleworth, was returning to his family's home area when he settled in Alkerton. Barry pointed out that Isleworth was a canal centre like Banbury and that William's father could have moved there from Banbury because of the canals. (If you are wondering where Isleworth is and cannot find it on a map - it is a part of the London brough of Hounslow near Heathrow). It is also clear that Hitchcox (as opposed to Hitchcock) is a very Oxfordshire name and there has been Hitchcoxs in the Alkerton/Ratley area for a long time.


to Yorkshire Area Nov 09
Last time I visited Yorkshire, starting in Driffield, I visited some villages to the south where Barmby ancestors lived (Hutton-Cranwick, Beswick, Lockington, Little Driffield). I also looked at the places with the names Duggleby and Barmby from which the families with those names probably originally came. This time instead of looking south of Driffield, Harry and I drove east and north.
mapThe earliest ancestor with the name Barmby I known of is William Barmby born around 1550. All his children were born in the village of Boynton between 1577 and 1591. The next three generations (John 1582, William 1614, William 1642) lived their lives in Boynton. The next generation, Thomas 1673 was born in Boynton but moved to Burton Agnes. His son Stephen was born in Burton Agnes in 1704. Stephen married a woman from Nafferton and moved there, later moving to Hutton Cranswick.
There is some logic to this history. Boynton was the seat of the Boynton family and at about the time that Thomas moved, the head of the Boynton family married the heiress of the Griffith family whose seat was Burton Agnes. People who worked for Boynton probably moved with him to Burton Agnes.
We traced this backwards, down the A614 from Driffield to Bridlington and then turning back inland to Boynton. Parts of this road are called The Street and are probably an old Roman road.

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house-Naffertonduck pond-Naffertonchurch-NaffertonBurton Agnes Hall
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Next we went to the village of Thwing (at very top of the map). This was the home of the Coultas family. Grandfather (John Robert 1873) was probably raised in Thwing. His father and mother (Thomas 1847 & Jane Coultas 1847) joined her parents there some time after grandfather's birth. Jane's father was the Post Master. I looked for an old Post Office but didn't find one. The Coultases had lived in this village for a couple generations.
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Falling Stone Pub named after meteor - ThwingGrave of Thomas Barmby 1847-1923 & Jane Coultas 1847-1924 Grave of Robert Coultas 1817-1906 & Mary Mallory 1822-1898 Grave of Robert Coultas 1779-1847 & Jane PutseyGrave of Robert Coultis & Jane Vickerman

We drove along the Vale of Pickering before entering the Moor above Rickering and passed through villages that appear in the family history but light was too bad for pictures.