I’d like to introduce…

Edward George "Ted" Turner

Edward George Turner, known affectionately to his family and friends as Ted, was a kind hearted, gregarious, right jolly English gent, loved by all who knew him. He was born on the 27th of June 1911 at Blake Cottage, Horn Street in Winslow, Buckinghamshire, where his father was employed as head groom to Mr Gosling of Blake House.

And His Lovely Wife…

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Miss Phyllis Mary Collins, daughter of William Collins, publican of the George Inn in Winslow, which is where Ted met her one fateful day in the 1930s

Blogiversary! It's Been a Great Year!!!!

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Yesterday was the one year anniversary of this blog It’s been a great year! Blogging has given me a chance to delve deeper into palaeography and my beloved Denchfields. Blogging prompts (thanks Thomas and Tonia!!!) have been a creative inspiration and a big help to my writing. I’ve connected with distant cousins from around the world and met some fascinating people on the message boards at Rootschat.com, at the genealogical and family history societies I’ve joined, and through the 2011 Spring Boston University Certificate in Genealogical Research program and the ongoing ProGen13 study group. Also can’t forget to mention my fellow bloggers and Twitter co-horts   

This past year, I’ve enrolled in classes at the National Institute of Genealogical Studies, completed a draft of Turner Collins Genealogy  my family history book, traveled to England for a family vacation/genealogical research fieldtrip, and begun volunteering at the local county history (…more)

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Learned Genealogy

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I’ve loved genealogy for most of my life. Being knowledgeable about what I’m doing has always been paramount to me, so naturally I want to be as educated about genealogy as I can, particularly so I can achieve the goals I wrote about in this post Just having a love affair with genealogy isn’t going to cut it.

It’s been a sporadic, occasional sort of affair, especially in the early days before computers: when months would go by waiting for a response to appear in the mailbox. Definitely a love hate relationship. To find a genealogical nugget of gold in an anxiously awaited, hand-written reply was to feel the exhiliration of a romantic summer afternoon; a new familial connection was a promise of a brightly budding romance. The absence of reliable evidence or running into that dreaded brickwall brought the sting of doubt and distrust, or worse: the unwelcome (…more)

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