Reprinted with permission.
I wrote about the Turners in this post, and this is an expansion of that. This is a summary of the Turner surnames found, mainly, in St. Peter’s (Caversham) parish register transcriptions.[] Caversham, Emmer Green, Henley,Kidmore are situated in Oxfordshire. Other counties are indicated.
Below is my direct line from John Turner to, Henry, my 2nd great grandfather. You’ll find more details here: Henry & Charles Turner and John Turner of Emmer Green. More information about John Turner’s family can be found here: John Turner’s Children and William Turner. Most of this has been taken from published parish transcripts. Please, if you are incorporating any of this data into your own trees, check the original entries in the parish records for any transcription errors or additional information, as I will be doing also.
1-John Turner b: 23 October 1782, Caversham, d: 2 July 1856, Caversham
The back of this photo says “Mrs. Harry Turner.” The question is this: Is she Louisa Smith, Harry’s first wife, whom he married in 1870; or is she Roseanna McGuinness, whom he married in 1884, following Louisa’s death?
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Taken at a wedding in Northampton, England: Jean (Turner) Barker to the left; Gladys (Turner) Lee to the right; their Mum, Lorrie Esther (Baker) Turner at center.
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Harry Turner was my 3rd Great Grandfather. He was a master baker in Caversham, Oxfordshire – at one point employed by Huntley & Palmer Biscuits across the bridge in Reading. In the early years of his marriage to Louisa Smith, he was victualler of the Tudor Arms Pub on Greyfriar’s Road in Reading St. Lawrence.
1. Henry “Harry” TURNER: born 1 Jun 1848 in Reading St Giles, Berkshire; died of tuberculosis on 7 Nov 1903 in Great Marlow, Buckinghamshire.
2. Charles TURNER: baptized 4 Jul 1819 in Caversham, Oxfordshire; married 6 Sep 1845 in Thatcham, Berkshire; died 31 Aug 1901 in Caversham. Charles was a baker, with his own shop on Prospect Street. In the early days he was also a fly proprietor.
3. Ellen BROWN: baptized 20 Jul 1823 in Reading St Mary, Berkshire; died 22 Aug 1905 in Kidmore, Henley, Oxfordshire.
Children of Charles (…more)
Private collection of the author © Claire Butler 2011
The Wedding of Leonard “Frederick” Turner & Lorrie Esther Baker 6 September 1909 St. Mary’s Parish Church Hoggeston, Bucks, England
Leonard was the son of Henry Turner and Louisa Smith, and Lorrie was the daughter of Henry Thomas Baker (the older man sitting) and Annie Imogen Emily Meadows (seated on the very left). Lorrie was one of seven daughters born to the couple, and it is said that when Annie finally gave birth to a son the bells were rung at the church to mark the momentous occasion
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By 1909, Leonard’s mother and brother Frederick were dead, but his father had remarried and Leonard had two half-brothers. It’s possible they are amongst the men in the photo. Lorrie’s brother George and her youngest sister Rose were children at the (…more)
My maternal Grandparents, Edward George TURNER and Phyllis Mary COLLINS, were married in Winslow Buckinghamshire England on 23 January 1938. This photo did not surface until both my grandparents had passed away, and unfortunately no one in the family can identify the man and woman standing on either side of Granddad. The girl to Ted’s right is his younger sister, but the identify of the couple standing, presumably the best man and maid of honor, is a mystery.
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It’s been a while since I posted, but I have been very busy researching parts of the line, and it occurred to me that I could talk about some of the ongoing research so that anyone interested can see the progress, or possibly even make a contribution! A family history is never static and is more likely to flourish when treated as a collaborative effort rather than an individual pursuit. So here goes……the puzzles that are currently consuming me Feel free to jump in any time!!
It’s the start of a new year, and with that I have decided to take another look at the problematic William TURNER of Caversham - husband of Miss Anne WELLSs, GGG Grandfather to my Grandfather Ted, and progenitor of the Caversham and Winslow TURNERS.
William’s marriage was solemnized at St. Peter’s Church in Caversham, Oxfordshire on 25 September 1769. The entry in the parish register transcription had (…more)
Rootschat…a wonderful site for getting help with restoring old family photos (…more)
Family tradition holds that Frederick Turner, my British Great-Grandfather Leonard’s only brother, was killed in action in India during World War I. Adding charm to the story that I heard frequently as a child was the idea that Leonard, distraught over his brother’s death and wishing to honor his memory, decided to drop his own given name and assume his dead brother’s, both in day to day living as well as on legal documents. Although my Grandfather and his sisters never knew their Uncle, they did know the story of his heroic death and grew up thinking of their father as “Frederick” L. Turner.
The notes from my earliest attempts at recording my British genealogy reflect this family lore, however as my own research began to reveal more of the details of the Turner brothers’ lives, the accuracy of the story came into question.
I knew from my grandfather’s (…more)
For me, as I suspect for many, the tracing of my roots began simply,with a curiosity to know where I came from and a conversation with an older relative. I was 13. A few hastily scribbled notes based on family remembrance may or may not have proven to be accurate, but at least it was a start.
Although my English grandparents lived a continent away and I saw them only once every year or so, they seem to have found my interest in the past somewhat entertaining, and were always willing to share another story, or dig out an old photograph or two. Summer visits would invariably include a trek out to an old cemetary or, if I was really lucky, I could persuade Granddad to walk over to Delapre Abby and sit with me for an hour or two while I pored over old documents in the records office.
I took my (…more)