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Who writes this rubbish: 2?

2 May

Who writes this rubbish: 2?.

Who writes this rubbish: 2?

2 May

I went to Colchester on a Greater Anglia train yesterday. A sign at Liverpool Street station reads:

“Customers are advised not to leave luggage unattended at any time – items left unattended may cause unnecessary security alerts and may be subject to removal by staff or police.”

The sign, and the type, were small.

In addition to the fact that I hate being called a customer, rather than a passenger, the type could have been much bigger and easier to read if it had been more concise. For example:

“Passengers please note: for security reasons, luggage left unattended could be removed by staff or the police.”

When I got back to the station later in the day, two men standing on the platform were wearing uniforms that had “Train presentation” written on the back. Since they were carrying buckets, brushes, etc, I assumed they were not about to present the train to me, but were going to clean it.

Today’s picture

I’ve been sorting out and scanning old family photographs. This, believe it or not, is my Dad – in 1902.

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Family history

22 Oct

I don’t know much about my family history on my mother’s side – her grandparents were immigrants from what was then Russia, but is now Ukraine – and, the story goes, my great-grandmother never learnt to speak English, other than “My daughter vill pay”. She didn’t know that babies had to be registered, so my grandfather and his siblings didn’t have birth certificates – my grandfather chose 1 May (Labour Day) for his birthday and simply guessed that he was born in 1879. Great-grandmother Sarah was said to be 15 when she arrived in England, already with a baby.

According to my mother’s marriage certificate her name was “Kyzor (known as King)” although it’s spelled Kyzar on various census forms. (Understandably my grandfather changed Kyzor to King during the First World War.) One of my cousins has done some research, which I intend to continue at some point, and I’ve been collecting photographs with the object of making a book for my nieces and their children.

This photograph is of my mother, Frances, on the right, her eldest sister, Rachel, on the left, and the youngest, Jeanette, in the middle. Since the fourth sister, Sarah, who was born between my Mum and Jeanette, is missing I calculate that the picture was taken in 1919 or 1920 because Sarah died in the 1918/19 flu epidemic. That would make Mum nine or ten, Rachel, 15 or 16, and Jeanette, four or five. Their brother, Simon – in between Rachel and Mum – is unaccountably not included.

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