TOP 100 MOST POPULAR GENEALOGY WEBSITES (PAGE 3)

IRISH CHATTER

 CONGRATULATIONS 

to all involved with IGP (Ireland Genealogy Project) ably led by Christina Hunt and supported by a very active and dedicated group of volunteers. They have just been listed in the top 100 Most Popular Genealogy websites... very well deserved.

You will have seen many of the Updates from IGP featured here, with permission of Christina.

 If you haven't explored the whole site, now would be a very good time to do so...  www.igp-web.com

To see the company they keep in the top 100, go here....

http://www.genealogyintime.com/NewsStories/2012/Q1/top 100 most popular genealogy websites page3.html

Once again, your work is very much appreciated.

A CONVERT TO FAMILY HISTORY

A Point of View: A convert to family history

2 December 2011 Last updated at 16:48 GMT

The discovery of a tape recording shed light on a puzzling family photograph which was taken in 1906 - and changed historian Lisa Jardine's views about the genealogy boom.

The campaign to promote more history in the school curriculum has been doing rather well lately. Historians and politicians seem to be agreed that more history will connect us all more closely to our island's past.
Recently, Prof David Cannadine published the results of a two-year research project investigating the place of history teaching in secondary schools, entitled The Right Kind of History.
Cannadine makes a strong case for compulsory history in the curriculum to the age of 16 - long enough for students to absorb the broad range of knowledge of the past always intended when the current syllabus was introduced under Sir Keith Joseph in the 1980s.
Two days later, Secretary of State for Education Michael Gove, addressing a conference on history in education in London, pronounced himself "an unashamed and unapologetic advocate for the central role of history in our curriculum".
As an historian myself, I am all for good history teaching at all levels, as part of an essential understanding of where we have come from and who we are.
But I have recently become converted to a more humble part of the exploration of the past, which is largely conducted beyond the boundaries of the academy.
Family history is an activity that has always had its passionate advocates, and has been stimulated further by the television series Who Do You Think You Are?, in which celebrities are helped by trained historians and archivists to trace their roots.
In recent years The National Archives at Kew has been dealing with increasing numbers of ordinary people looking for records relating to their own lives. Many archives now devote special resources to these users
For several years, my sister Judith has been researching the family history of the Flattos - my father's mother's family - inspired by the boxes of faded family photographs discovered among my parents' possessions, dating from the beginning of the 20th Century, and inscribed with locations ranging from Lodz in Poland to Kyverdale Road in London.
Her attempts to identify and connect the sitters in the photographs has led her deep into genealogy, and obliged her to learn about European history in the early decades of the 20th Century. She has journeyed intrepidly to the ends of the District and Metropolitan Tube lines, to Jewish cemeteries at East Ham, Rainham and Bushey, to read genealogical data off the family gravestones.
I confess that, as a professional historian, I did not always take her efforts seriously - in genealogy, so much depends on guesswork and surmise, so many of the documents defy interpretation. The outcome, I have tended to feel, is bound to be part romance, part sentimentality, the tale of impecunious wanderers, driven from their homes by persecution, then working their way up to respectability in Britain.
In one of our family boxes, for example, is a formal wedding photograph of my grandmother, Celie Flatto, barely in her 20s, with her new husband Abram Bronowski. Taken in 1906, it is stamped with the address of the photographer's studio: 436 Whitechapel Road, London.
But her eldest son, my father, was born in Lodz, Poland, in 1908. He did not arrive in London with his parents and two siblings until 1920. Nothing in the records explains why the couple were in London earlier nor why they had returned to Poland.
Tea and tales
Judith had scoured the census data, and called up all the relevant documents in The National Archives. Although all the other members of the family - her parents and siblings, her husband and children - had been naturalised some time in the 1920s and 30s, there was no naturalisation document for Grandma Celie. The marriage certificate Judith unearthed listed Abram's occupation as "professional singer" - we knew nothing about any singing.
Then, last summer, Judith telephoned me. She had discovered that two nieces of Grandma Celie were still alive and happy to meet us.
So in early October we went to tea with Ruth and Dorothy, sharp-as-mustard octogenarian daughters of Celie's much-younger sisters, Ada and Mary. Over biscuits and cups of tea they studied Judith's cache of photographs, casually identifying people she would never have been able to match to her family tree. "Oh look, that's me with my mother and Auntie Rose," and "There are my aunts, all dressed up to go out dancing."

For the rest of the story, go to

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-16000134

CLARE ROOTS SOCIETY CREATES HISTORY!

Congratulations to all concerned with the inaugural Clare Roots Society International Genealogy Conference...


 Early reports about the conference which has just been completed are all positive... Around 100 attended the conference itself with many of those also attending the Fringe activities... 


 I will post more when I have more details.


 Planning is already underway for the next one... where will you be in 2012? Co Clare will welcome with you with open arms...well done and a great result for all who have worked so hard to bring this to fruition.

A LINK WITH THE PAST

                                                  

A little bit of the past was brought home to me today

wrapped in brown paper, caring and love.

Black and white, pen had captured the spirit of the past

a once grand hotel, the Bellevue, lives again

in the glory of the artist's pen

wrapped grandly in old lace

standing in majestic splendour

beckoning to memories of a bygone era…

pleading to be remembered, for the years it served

until it was destroyed in the dead of night

complete with memories and the anguish

of all those who mourned it's untimely demise.

Accompanying it was an older sketch of memories,

fondly known as the Windmill.

It was sketched in old style, with scenes

evoking thoughts of those who knew our town

so long ago.

What would it have been like to live then?

Alas, we'll never know, but we can still dream,

providing our city fathers leave us some links

with the past, with our heritage.

A little bit of the past was brought home to me today

wrapped in brown paper, caring and love.

Crissouli (c)