Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sunday by the Sea

 

By the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea . . .

 

at Whitstable, an old fishing village on the English Channel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oysters are harvested here, so of course one must eat oysters!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And here's proof that I did!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent the last two wonderful days with Marie, fellow blogger and now dear friend, being shown around London's lesser known sites and the Kent countryside. (Marie is the one in the photo wearing the chips 'round her head, not the one in the yellow oilskins.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We had a fine bimble on the coast path, then up to a castle and round a garden. It was a brilliant day and I'm chuffed as can be (and also knackered).

Cheerio, mates!

 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Roots & Wings


I've never done much geneology research, but over the past long winter I decided to see what I could find out about my English ancestory. Every family is a part of the history of the world and I like to see where my little piece fits into the whole of it.

 

I knew only the name of my great-grandfather and was surprised how easy it was to go from there on the Internet. Well, it was easy to trace them on this side of the Atlantic anyway. Beyond that, things got quite confusing because of two men with the same name.

 

My 8X great grandfather, Thomas Graves, was born at Gravesend, Kent, before 1585. He married Sarah Scott in 1615 or 1617. Sarah was born in Hatfield Broad Oak, Essex, about 1595, and together they raised five children. Sarah's father was Christopher Scott, yeoman, of Hatfield Broad Oak.

 

Thomas and family lived for a period of time in Stepney, London, in the area of St. Dunstans Church. The drawing above is of a Puritan family living in London about the same time. The etching on the right, by Antony van Wyngaerde (1550), is of the area of London that includes Stepney. Thomas was considered a well-educated man and an outstanding "engineer".

 

With other Separatists, Thomas left England in 1629, under contract as a land surveyor for the Massachusetts Bay Company, travelled with his wife Sarah, five grown children, and servants on the George Bonaventure, and landed on the Charles River in Salem, Massachusetts.

He lived in settlements in Massachusetts and on the Connecticut River for the rest of his life and is buried in Hatfield, Massachusetts.

The master's mate of The George Bonaventure was another Thomas Graves who made several subsequent voyages to America, but died and is buried in England. Beyond this, amateur genealogists have thoroughly confused and combined the two men, and sadly, I can't sort out many facts of his earlier life in England.

The Bonaventure, part of a fleet of six ships commissioned by Governor Endicott of the Massachusetts Bay Company, was armed with 20 pieces of ordinance and carried 350 men, women, and children, their goods, and 115 head if "cattle" (horses, cows, and oxen), 41 goats, and some rabbits. It set sail from Gravesend on April 24, 1629, and arrived in Salem around the 1st of June.

 

 

 

 

 

Thomas and his sons, along with several other families, periodically disagreed with religious practices and moved to other towns further and further into the frontier. They were relied upon for their skills in surveying and were instrumental in laying out and administering the towns of first Hadley, then Hatfield, Massassachusets.

 

 

Traveling about 50 miles by ox cart with their possessions and animals, in October 1661, they halted by the Connecticut River and quickly built crude log homes for the winter. There were no saw mills to manufacture lumber, and the only way to saw planks or boards was by digging a pit and using a 2-man cross-cut saw, with one man on the top of the log, and one man working from below in the pit. In this way a few boards were made that could serve for tables and doors. Thomas, in his late 70s, and Sarah lived in this home with their son Isaac for about a year, when Thomas died. Sarah died December 17, 1666.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Grave marker in the Hatfield Cemetery for Thomas, Sarah, and John Graves.

In 1677, trouble escalated between the new settlers of Hatfield and the Indians of the area and a stockade was built around the settlement. On September 19 two of Thomas's sons, John and Isaac, were roofing a home for John's son outside the stockade when an Indian attack occurred and both men were killed. A total of twelve men were killed and scalped that day and 17 women and children were captured. John Graves was my 7X great grandfather.

I first started reading British history and literature when I was 13 and discovered historical novels in the adult section of the public library. It's been a consuming interest ever since. I will be in England again soon, soaking up some more, and I can't wait!

 

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Last Hot Summer Day?

 

88 degrees F and tropical humidity today, but some of us know how to stay cool!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

September Morning

Sunrise in the east

Rainstorms coming from the west

What to do on a rainy day? Kraut-making time in the kitchen!

Chop the cabbage, add some sea salt, and pound it well.

You'll know you're done when your arm wants to fall off.

Let it set for an hour or so, until it's nice and juicy

Put it in a jar or crock, add some dill or caraway seeds, cover it to keep out anything else looking for a home (but not so tightly that the top blows off!) and let it work it's magic for four days on the counter top. Then, to the fridge for at least a month before you taste it.

Here it is, the first of many pints to come.

Easy peasy!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Monday, September 1, 2014

Hubbell House






The Hubbell House of Mantorville, Minnesota, began as a two-room 16 X 24 foot log cabin built to provide a rest stop for mail carriers and stage coaches on their journey west. Mainly a saloon, two guest rooms were available in the loft above.

A few years later, in 1856, the flow of travellers into the Western Frontier grew and a new inn was constructed of native limestone, three stories tall. Gas lamps and candles lit the inn and a barn was available behind for the equine guests.

As road-weary guests quenched their thirst in the saloon, stagecoach passengers, drivers, and mail carriers exchanged bloodcurdling tales of their adventures with Indians, wild animals, and weather on the Wild Frontier.

The first floor of Hubbell House, one of the oldest structures still in use in Minnesota, has been in continuous use for nearly 160 years.


 






Hubbell House has hosted famous visitors including two US Presidents (Ulysses S. Grant in 1876 and Dwight D. Eisenhower in 1952), First Lady Lady Bird Johnson, and Iraqi President Jalal Talabani in 2007.  Kind of surprising since it is located in Mantorville, a town of 1200.  The day I was there, this car was displayed outside the inn, making me wonder if perhaps there were a few 1920s gangsters who signed the book as well!  

   In case you are wondering how the food is, I didn't eat there. I was dressed in bicycling clothes, and the maître d' was anything but welcoming when I even tried to look at the old photos in the lobby. When I got home I read some reviews to see what I had missed. Not much apparently! Lots of disappointed diners. Oh, well -- I suppose stage coach travellers weren't as picky as today's travellers.

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