Genealogy Chat

not quite the same thing, but I would like to share something with you all... I have always been drawn to St Mary's Islington, North of London. I do not know why. I just 'felt' something about it. When I started to do my family tree... what do I find? My family had came from St Mary's Islington!! Perhaps it was my dead family calling out for me all that time!!!! Nicola

just checked in to read more stories, wow chills up spin or what! thanks for all your stories x

Update - just checking some more dates - her brother in law was buried on the 22 November too.

No Tom!! That is almost unreal, now cold in the room despite heating!! how weird is that!! x

We Have recently booked a cottage holiday. We fancied Derbyshire so on the website we clicked on Peak District. We found a place we liked and so booked it. Afterwards we realised that the cottage is actually in Staffordshire and is only a stone's throw from where the Goldstraws originated in Ipstones. I think we had better go armed with plenty of notebooks, pencils and stuff. You never know, we may have been directed there for a reason?? Dianne xx

Tom, you'll never guess when my son was born :-)

Have just got up and am thrilled to read all the wonderful stories that people have added to this thread. Keep them coming peeps, and thanks for taking the time to write them xx

When I was a child we could only afford to go on camping holidays and Dorset was our favourite place. One day we found Lulworth Cove and used to visit there most weekends during the summer time as it was close enough for day trips. When my Grandma died it came to light that my Grandfather was born in East Lulworth and since starting researching my Dad's family I've discovered that our ancestors dating back to the 1700's were mostly born in East Lulworth! How spooky is that! Was somebody telling us something do you think.... to be drawn to Lulworth Cove? My ancestors could well have enjoyed a swim in the sea there, just like us!

Me & my brother were christened in the same church, on the same day - 6 years apart. Quite freaky when you think the Vicar just gives you that date

Teresa, I never tire of hearing these stories, spooky or what. great story thanks for taking the time to share it x

Wow Louise, vicar with psychic powers I think, or perhaps he got the word from above if you follow the meaning!!

Here's another one for you.... On our weekly visit to Grandma's in Bristol (when I was about 8 years old) we used to stop on the Lower Bristol Road at Corston, just outside of Bath, to buy dahlias, grown by the couple who lived in one of the cottages. Many years later...I met and married my other half. My inlaws turned out to be that dahlia growing couple! We didn't discover this coincidence until a couple of years after we were married and I was admiring mother-in-laws dahlias in her garden...which was in a village next door to where I grew up....not Corston!

After only starting to research my family tree about 2 months ago I obtained my gt grandparents marriage certificate - didn't even know their full names until this point as my grandmother was adopted. They married on 25th April 1908.... I married on 25th April 2005....

Heres one for anyone who wonders why 13 is unlucky!! i was born on 13/03/61.(unlucky for some people in my life) i was hospitalised with pneumonia on 13/09/61 my daughter was due on 13/03/81 but came two weeks early(thank god) my second daughter was due 13/03/91 but arrived 01/03/91 my eldest had a operation on my birthday she was 6yrs old my youngest was diagnosed as asthmatic on 13/09/91when she was 6mths old i was 13yrs old when my mother died on 30/10/74 i find a lot of dates with 13 or multples of 3 are very unlucky for me and its only lately that i have noticed just how many there are.....Moe

I've got 2 stories, 1 family history related and one not. The family history one: I sent a message through GR to a potential cousin and went on holidays to Port Macquarie Aust. I thought that I'd have a reply when I got back. Sadly I didn't have the reply. I got one a bit later and found out that my new rellie, from Port Macquarie, had been on a holiday in Sydney, where I live, that week. The other one is a bit more spooky to me. I happened when I was in uni. I had a penpal who I had written to for years but hadn't written to or heard from for a while. I woke up one morning desperate to write to her and begged my parents to let her come and visit us. She's in England, I'm in Aust so it was a big trip. All day I wrote the letter and finished it that night and posted it. I got a reply not long after and ripped it open only to find out it wasn't from my penpal but her mum. My penpal had died. I worked out that she died about the time I posted the letter. All I can think is that somehow I knew I had a limited time to contact her. Shame she never got the letter though. I still get goosebumps and tears thinking about her. Toni

My mother was due to be born on 3 June but was born prematurely on the 13th May (and interestingly a Doctor told her just a week before her death that he thought her lungs had never expanded properly due to her being premmy). I was due to be born on her birthday but was three weeks late. We therefore ended up with each other's birthday. In 2000 when my mother died I was in England for quite some months to sell everything up and, on the morning I was due to leave England went to the cemetary to arrange an entry in the book of rememberance. While there I asked if they could give me the date of my grandmother's death and/or burial. The man handed me a slip. On it was that days date - 30th May. She had died 77 years ago to the day and had been buried on what became my birthday. But spookiest of all were friends who were urged to look up some people when they went to England to live. They didn't - you know how it is. On top of an Italian mountain they encountered a couple, started talking ---- and yes, they were the people they had been urged to visit in England. Victoria

Just got up and wanted to thanks Teresa, Tixy Moe! Toni and Victoria for their wonderful stories, keep em coming peeps xx

OK, Great Grandad married Great Grandma and had 14 children one of whom was my Grandad who then went on to have my Dad then me. So Far so Good. My Dad died in 1986. Back to GGrandad - by doing the ftree have found that GGma died giving birth to her 15th child - He then married again and had 3 more children - from GRU have traced the gentleman who's of the same generation as my Dad from that line I asked for and he sent me a picture. He is the spitting image of my Dad -it gave me quite a start - AND it was taken in the same place as a picture i have of my Dad AND theyre wearing similar clothes! Genes will out eh!

OOh jennifer your story made be go all pimply, as you say Genes will out!!!

Jennifer is right...genes will out. My daughter has been researching her Dad's side of the family and has been in contact with a second of my husbands. He sent my daughter a wonderful photo of his and my husbands gt grandparents and their teenage children (outside of the same cottage that my inlaws lived in at Corston back in the 1950's). The likeness of the children in the photo c.1900 was....so spooky......my daughter exclaimed...'oh my gawd this one look just like Dad'. On looking at the photo I was also able to 'see' my husbands cousins, Stuart, Malcolm and John....unbelievable!