discokermit
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at least it felt like we got all the wheels off.
all these beautiful little country villages are stock full of the cunts whos ancestors had their noses up the arse of the local aristo and assisted them getting rid of the riff raff when people became less use to them than sheep.I spent a birthday in a cottage in Blockley. There's a petrol station on the main road just before the village. I went in only for directions and I swear the attendant had her hand under the counter on some panic button the whole time I was in there.
first off, you have lost me a days searching with those photos but i needed a break so ta.Big differences between the last two links. But it's surprising to me that in such an industrial area, the streets you've talked about seemingly remain to this day. In East Manchester for example, whole areas got wiped from the map with only arterial roads surviving.
that does look like brum, big long streets of houses. thing is though the black country had just as bad if not worse sanitation, its only river is more of a brook. everyone drew from wells that were poisoned from mineworkings and no sewers. the cess pits all leaked into the water table and gave everyone cholera. thing was nobody gave a shit.I think it was the product of what became unsanitary, low-quality housing - after very heavy industry in these areas like steam locomotive manufacture departed in a short space of time post-war - turning into effectively 'slum clearance' and not being replaced at all until much later. Now some is residential and some is space-consuming 'industrial' parks and warehouses or grand projects like Man City's stadium.
As I say, it's mixed even in these places. When looking at the history of the more affluent suburbs, streets generally survived as you would expect. But often when I've gone looking for specific places in more working class locations, they're all gone, for a variety of reasons. One I tried to find in Stockport is now beneath a bypass.
i have got eight generations of tustin on my tree now. the family lived for generations in blockley. im back to richard tusten, born in 1568.
even the names myrtle street and craven street stand out from the council names the other streets that have filled in the space. black country, where the squatters name the roads they are on myrtle and craven and it just carries on through history.mauvais
check this out, squatters houses near me (just to the right of where it says rough hills). you can tell they are squatters houses because of the layout, but i read years ago they were anyway.
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now see on the map now, the council houses are all built on the same "plan" and the roads even follow the footpaths. like myrtle street and craven street.
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Shh, don’t tell anyone!Orang Utan is my great great great grandfather!
born in church stretton in 1840?
married in ludlow?
died in clun?
or faked death and carried on living as an immortal but couldnt be bothered to think up a new name? hmm.
mad news, part of my moms family comes from radnorshire, so does part of my dads. even here in the land of the inbreeding our families had a headstart. lol.
my great grandad married my great granny named richards from sedgley. his dad married a daughter of a daughter of a richards from sedgley as well. yikes!
i think they kept very good track the further back you go. doing this has made me realise a little bit the power of the church in those days and its role as an arm of the state.I was worried about my ggg-grandad William Thorley from Dilhorne in Staffs who married a Hannah Thorley. Turns out William has three generations of John Thorley's behind him and Hannah has three generations of George Thorley's, so they are at least fourth cousins. They're all from Dilhorne which was tiny so perhaps they kept track of these things to some extent.
thats how its looking so far with me, though non from the north, mainly shropshire with some worcestershire and herefordshire which considering the importance of the river severn in those times doesnt surprise me much. some of the shropshire lot came into shropshire from montgomeryshire and some from radnorshire. coal mining seems to be what most of my earlier ones did with the ironwork coming later.Interesting thread discokermit. It’s always fascinating to find out how our families found their way to the Black Country. My dads side can be traced back to Yorkshire and moved to the Black Country about 250 years ago to work in the mines. My mom was Irish (and in Brum).
In terms of migration patterns - and correlation to industrial development - I’d say the first waves were mainly from the north and also rural labourers from Worcester, Shropshire, Ireland and Staffordshire forced into the urban districts for work (mainly iron and coal).
Great thread...
i hope you won't omit hackney's broadway marketanyway, my plans have changed somewhat since the beginning of the thread. now this is just the first part of my plan to utterly destroy various little hamlets in various shires beginning with broadway in worcestershire. after this is completed, or concurrently, ill play it by ear, i shall be tracking down the entire offspring of broadway justices of the peace, richard hudson and thomas beale cooper esq who i shall assasinate one by one. then i will track down the offspring of broadway church wardens, etc and do the same until my lust for blood and vengeance has been sated.
you got any hudson/beale cooper in you?i hope you won't omit hackney's broadway market
noyou got any hudson/beale cooper in you?
ive loved it that all my ancestors were working class and before there was a working class, agricultural labourers. its still upsetting to see them go from dying at seventy/eighty generation after generation to dying in their thirties and forties over the space of a generation or two though. the english working class was made by the theft of others. assisted by the wankers who then employed them.I found out an ancestor was transported to Oz for stealing a bag of nails and beating the Mayor of Plymouth with sticks and I fucking love that.