Morning all
Where does the time go, it was 6.00 pm yesterday before I knew it. Pilates takes up a lot of the morning as well as watering the greenhouse and chatting to my plants
the cuppa after pilates runs into lunchtime and there you go its afternoon. We had our walk to the post office then round to our friend Kath clutching a bag of rhubarb. We had a good long natter at a good 2 m distance from the front door. Being alone, she had ‘bubbled ‘ with a friend, a friend who is a hairdresser like herself. A friend indeed who had cut her hair for her. I was so jealous!
On return I cut out my pair of jeans. As simple task it seems except I had to wash and dry some more fabric first as the fabric I was going to use was not wide enough by about 4 inches. Even Bob’s engineering head couldn’t manage to get the curved waist band to fit on the fabric. Cutting out finally achieved I set the dining room table up for this mornings art workshop with Jeremy Ford, and then it was 6.00 pm
There was one other little activity ticking over in the background. I had a personal message the other day from someone who said we had a DNA match and she was my first cousin once removed.looking at the technical data it was the closest DNA match I had had in two years. I clicked on to her family tree and as as so often happens there were just three people, her, her mum and her grandma. All called Needham, meaning the relationship was through my Mums side.
I could not imagine who, I thought I had it all sussed. It had to be one of the the three brothers as I knew the sister line was not a Needham. I decided it was the brother Joseph that no one really knew much about but a deal of research could not throw up a match. The implication had been that Needham was the maiden name of these three ladies but it was not. I eventually found the grandmothers marriage to a Trevor Needham, who I had never heard of. I found that he was the son of a second marriage of Mums eldest brother John, who went under the name Jack. I am in touch with Trish, Jacks only child, or so I thought. I tactfully compiled an email to be told by her that Trevor is her half brother. The only marriage I had for Jack was actually his second marriage. Eventually I tracked the first marriage down. Also a difficult task as his marriage registration is under Jack and not John.
I sent my contact the information and am waiting to hear from her. So the family have another cousin, Lindsey. Another research success. I do love a challenge
Its the double yoga a d pilates this evening. I shall spend the afternoon doing some gardening and washing garden chairs for a socially distanced visit from our friends Wendy and Keith tomorrow.
Oh yes, our lovely sad grand daughter came home from school very happy indeed. Apparently it was ‘awesome’. She was very tired which was so good.
Have a good day stay safe.
my Dad and Mum are now buried in the same grave as this Maylard ancestor who died in 1877.
