Genealogy can be addictive!

Having lived in the same house in Compton Avenue for over half of my life, a few years ago I decided it was high time that I started researching its history and inhabitants, which has proved a fascinating and, somewhat, obsessive journey.

Running alongside my house research I have also been carrying on from where my late father left off investigating his, and my, ancestors, resulting in delightful and informative trips to Herefordshire and Worcestershire over recent summer holidays. Finding an elderly gent sitting outside the house where my Nan had lived in 1911 was a treat and we got an idea of how the family lived then as nothing much seemed to have changed. Continue reading Government Health Warning →