Since I started researching my family tree quite a few years ago now, I've been in contact with many people who have been researching their own tree and our paths have crossed in one way or another. It's been fun making contact with people who are related, albeit very distantly or through marriage.
A while ago, I made contact with someone who turned out to be my mum's cousin's daughter, my mum hadn't seen her cousin for over sixty years, but we managed to set up a meeting for them, which was nice.
The generosity of people never fails to amaze me. People are only too willing to share information, anecdotes or documents which all add to the family tree. I've been corresponding with my dad's cousin's daughter for a number of years now. I was thrilled when we first got in touch with each other as she had some photos of my dad's family which I'd never seen before and which she had copied for me.
This is my great grandma and grandad, my dad's grandma and grandad on his mother's side, Jack and Ada. The photo was taken in my grandma and grandpa's garden.
Here's Ada again, this time with two of her grandchildren and Mick the dog. My dad remembers that the dog ran away and never came back.
On Saturday, the postman delivered a large envelope and I was thrilled to discover its contents. One of my dad's cousins has recently died, and the cousin's daughter I've been corresponding with was his niece. Among his things she found a couple of photos which she thought I'd like.
This photo was taken on the 6th of February 1942. My dad is stood to the right of his grandma, he would have been nine at the time. Next to him is his sister and next to her is his mum. To the left of his grandma is one of my dad's brothers, then his two cousins and auntie. The baby sitting on his grandma's knee is my dad's cousin. Her father had been killed on HMS Prince of Wales during a Japanese air attack in the South China Sea in 1941, the same year that her mother had also died. She had gone to live with her grandma, but my dad's mother soon took over and brought her up as her own child.
I absolutely love this photo. It was taken in 1931 on the beach at Cleethorpes. My grandma would have only been twenty three. With her is my dad's brother and sister, it would be another two years before my dad was born.
My mum and dad came for dinner on Sunday, so it was lovely to be able to show them these latest photos that I've received. They sparked off lots of memories for my dad which I enjoyed hearing about. I can't thank my dad's cousin's daughter enough, I'd never even seen a photo of my great grandparents until she sent me one, now I've got quite a few to add to my album.