Showing posts with label Family History-Begg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family History-Begg. Show all posts

Friday, August 15, 2014

Quite an adventure...

John Cochran Begg ....
my first cousin 3x removed left Muirkirk, Ayr, Scotland and sailed to New Zealand.  In  1863 on the Ship Nimrod..

In 1866 he married...

Elizabeth Jane Shepherd who was born in NZ the daughter of James Shepherd & Harriet Nelson missionaries from Australia who were trying to convert the Maori Heathen at the Bay of Islands.

                                                 1845-1931                                                                                           1836-1913                                     
Whangaroa, Northland, New Zealand
     This is the home John and Elizabeth lived in and raised their family of the following seven children...      

David Shepherd Begg  1866-1942
John Begg  1867-1951
Christina Harriet Begg  1870-1919
Isaac Henry Begg  1871-1929
Anne Elizabeth Begg  1874-1961
Grace Jane Begg  1877-1959
Agnes Begg  1880-1969                 
Nimrod
In 1907 Ernest Shackleton sailed this same ship on an Expedition to the South Pole...

Shackleton was shocked by his first sight of Nimrod after her arrival in London from Newfoundland in June 1907. "She was much dilapidated and smelt strongly of seal oil, and an inspection [...] showed that she needed caulking and that her masts would have to be renewed." However, in the hands of experienced ship-fitters she soon "assumed a more satisfactory appearance." Later, Shackleton reported, he became extremely proud of the sturdy little ship.

I know more about Elizabeth  than I do John. Her father had to learn the Maori language and was able to translate the Bible eventually.  I have read how difficult his work was in journals he wrote.

I do have photographs of some of  my cousin John's children but they are not very good images except for this one...

Grace Jane Begg
1877-1959
It seems Jane was the only child that never married, maybe she is the one standing on the upstairs porch of their house with her mother as her father is standing in front.


Whangaroa... Beautiful in color 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Lets all go Down to the River...

 Mercer County Virginia
This interesting photograph I found this past week as I was researching the family of my cousins wife ...

Charles Forsyth Henry Begg
1917-1982
Charles was the only son of my Great Uncle Henry James Hamilton Begg and Margaret Bain Forsyth. Born in Savannah ,Georgia.   Henry his Father was a Watchmaker and came to America from Scotland, my sister Ethel Mary was named after his daughter Ethel one of Charles sisters.

Charles had an interesting career in the Military that I should write about about another time as I want to to get back to that interesting picture I started with and tell more about Charles wife ...
Wavie Rogers
1916-2001

The only picture I have of Wavie taken with two of their children and her mother and father in law.
Wavies Family History goes way back in to the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia . She was born in Mercer County.   Her mother Lula Rogers has several members on ancestry.com working on her lines.  Lots of interesting reading on the Civil War and the culture and families of West Virginia in the early days of America.

Wavie's Great Grand Parents..
William Judson Keaton
1838-1864
Confederate soldier died in Ohio and buried..


Martha Jane Cook
1840-1910

The baptisms in the river picture was included on one of this families Family Trees with no indication as to whether any one of the people at the river were actual relatives.

When I had lived in Maryland for a year after arriving in America a family I met at Church took me on a little trip one Saturday in  early November to the Blue Ridge Mountains in West Virginia.  It was so beautiful all the fall colors and the apple stands on the sides of the roads. I wish I would have known then I had some connections to the people and history of West Virginia .

One thing I will always remember was walking across this very scary swinging bridge over the
 Shenandoah River

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

I was There Part Three...

As I see it the problem with writing this short account of the first years of my life in the town I was born in is what to include and what to leave out.  Part three has to be it so I will press on.  The early years of my life were not easy ones for any one I suppose.  England was recovering from the Second World War.  Poverty and the struggle for the working class was all around. I remember "Ration Books".. and the sound of Air Raid Sirens being tested and Black Out Curtains being hung in the Windows
My mother would trade coupons of food items she did not use with others for items she wanted more of.

 Orange Juice and Cod Liver Oil for children to keep them healthy. A taste I dreaded!

The Blackout
Black out posterWhen did The Blackout begin?
Britain was blacked out on 1st September 1939, two days before the outbreak of war.
What was The Blackout?
During the war, everyone had to cover their windows and doors at night (before sunset) with heavy blackout curtains, cardboard or paint.
Why did people have to cover their windows and doors?
They needed to prevent any glimmer of light from escaping and aiding enemy aircraft during their bombing raids.
What about other sources of light during the blackout. Were they covered too?
Street lights were switched off or dimmed and shielded to deflect their light downward. Traffic lights and vehicle headlights were fitted with slotted covers to deflect their beam down to the floor.

Back to the topWhat effect did the Blackout have on people's lives ?
Thousands of people died in road accidents. The number of road accidents increased because of the lack of street lighting and the dimmed traffic lights. To help prevent accidents white stripes were painted on the roads and on lamp-posts. People were encouraged to walk facing the traffic and men were advised to leave their shirt-tails hanging out so that they could be seen by cars with dimmed headlights.
Other people were injured during the Blackout because they could not see in the darkness. Many people were injured tripping up, falling down steps, or bumping into things.

Miller Arcade
A good place to meet your friends out of the rain. A beautiful old building still stands today.

Main shopping center as it looked in the early days.


Meadow Street
This is a couple of streets away from where my house was and the closest place to shop for basic daily food items like bread and the butcher and the green grocer and fishmonger.
The Railway Station

Avenham Park

Avenham Park
Preston in color looks so much better, I walked this path by the River Ribble many times.

Harris Library
I loved this place where I borrowed my first books and browsed the Art Gallery and the Museum.

Harris Library
Looking down from the second floor.
Harris Art Gallery
I spent many hours looking at the Art in the Gallery

Pedder Doll house

Another favorite was this doll House now 180 years old.


Preston Docks
 I never saw the docks as a child only when I visited a few years ago. A very nice improved area now.

Sometime in a future post I will detail my reasons for moving away from Preston.

Monday, October 7, 2013

I Was There...Part Two

The old street I lived on growing up is not there anymore and it looked nothing like this. I like this image.

I did find a picture of the "Pub" across the street from my house. The Windsor Castle. Before demolition.

Both my older sister and I would run errands for Molly the landlady. On Friday afternoon after school she would send me to the florist shop to buy flowers for the Pub, it was quite a long walk as I remember I certainly deserved to be paid more than the sixpence she would give me for doing it. The blue door on the right was the entrance to our Doctor's waiting room at the house next door . I never liked having to go there.


An Architectural Gem for Preston.
This is the magnificent Town Hall which was built between 1862 and 1866 standing on the site of the former Moot Hall between Fishergate and the Market Square.  It was designed by Sir George Gilbert Scott, a leading architect in the Gothic revival type of architecture. The clock tower, the second largest in Britain after the ‘Big Ben’ tower in London, was south west facing on the corner of Fishergate and Cheapside. However, during the planning stage officials were not sure in which direction the clock tower should face but Gilbert Scott, a man not known for his modesty, reputedly went on to say “It would look superb regardless of which elevation was chosen for the main street”.
When I was five years old this lovely Gothic building was destroyed by a mysterious fire, the next day my mother walked us down to see what was left of this building that must have taken years of skilled craftsman and stone masons working on it to build it.
                                                                              
After the fire.
The next few pictures are places I remember being at when I was young.

The old Saul Street Baths where I tried but never did learn how to swim well.

The Old Preston Bus Station
The New Preston Bus Station
Built in the Brutalist architectural style between 1968 and 1969, designed by Keith Ingham and Charles Wilson of Building Design Partnership with E. H. Stazicker, it has a capacity of 80 double-decker buses, 40 along each side of the building. Some claim that it is the second largest bus station in Western Europe.[1] Pedestrian access to the Bus Station is through any of three subways, one of which links directly to the adjacent Guild Hall, while the design also incorporates a multi-storey car park of five floors with space for 1,100 cars. It has been described by The Twentieth Century Society as "one of the most significant Brutalist buildings in the UK".[2]

On 7 December 2012, Preston City Council announced that the bus station would be demolished.[13] They said that it would cost £23m to refurbish it and more than £5m just to keep it standing; although they also conceded that demolition would cost an estimated £1.8m. The Twentieth Century Society, which opposes the scheme, have stated that a fraction of this amount would maintain the building while proposals to retain it were being worked up.[2]
In 2013 listed building status was applied for again by English Heritage. This time it has been granted Grade II listed building status.
                                                                             
        
The Public Hall
Home to many events I personally attended during my school and teenage years. From symphony concerts to the Friday night dances to seeing the Beatles perform after their first recording was a big hit. I was at the 1962 Perfomance

Backstage photograph of the Beatles following one of their Preston performances  The Beatles performed twice at the Public Hall. The first was on October 26, 1962. The last performance was September 13, 1963


The Public Hall
The corn exchange has also been known as the public hall. It was built between in 1822 and has been used for many different reasons since then. A corn exchange is an indoor market where local tradesmen would buy and sell goods. To make such a large building pay for itself the town would use it on non market days as a meeting place and to hold local events.
The building was constructed in a Georgian style. The building used to consist of a number of large rooms around an open court covered by a glass roof.
In 1842, at the height of protests for the right of the vote for men, a demonstration took place outside the Corn Exchange and cotton workers who were protesting were fired upon by the military resulting in four deaths. A statue of the Preston Martyrs by Gordon Young was unveiled outside the Corn Exchange in the late 1980's to mark this event.
The building was remodeled as the Public Hall in 1881-82 and a hall and gallery were added for the purpose of meetings and entertainment. In its new format the building could accommodate 3,300 people.
The Public Hall functioned as Preston's smartest meeting and entertainment complex and hosted performances by artists such as The Beatles until its closure in 1972, after which it lay unused.
In 1986 demolition of all but the front entrance and foyer of the building was planned, in order to make way for the ring way.

Miscellaneous memories...


The Whitsuntide Fair on the Market Square,a far cry from Disneyland.I can remember the smell of Roasted Potatoes and Mushy Peas and riding on the Caterpillar and the Merry go Round.


Egg Rolling on Avenham Park at Easter (1952) It wasn't raining so my family was most likely there.


About 1960 with my friends 
I am top left, bottom second left is  Beryl and far right is Marlene they worked as weavers with me in the Mill.

Think I need to do a Part Three...

Sunday, September 22, 2013

I was there!... Part one


PP stands for Proud Preston

I have been saving memories of growing up in Preston, Lancashire, England  in a folder on my desktop for quite a while and have decided it was time to use them, so a small flashback down memory lane. Born there in 1942 and left to come to America in 1966.


Sharoe Green Hospital 
(originally was a Work House)
I was born here.


The youngest picture I have.


St Mary's Methodist School
(attended from 1947-1957)


In case no one recognizes me I was the  front row 1st left next to my teacher Mrs Clark and the Headmaster was Mr Thwaite.  I played Left Wing,  We were very happy to win that tiny little trophy!

From the age of 11 to 15 I was a member of the St John Ambulance Brigade I would attend weekly classes on First Aid and Home Nursing and was also on a competition team. Accidents would be staged and we had to go in and assess the situation and treat the patient, a Doctor would watch and award us points on how well we did.  Think I remember we placed at least 3rd out of 8 teams one time.


Headquarters on Chapel Walks, Preston

(I was the 4th Queen from the right  front row.)
One year I was chosen to be the Queen and represent St John's Ambulance at a Charity fund Raiser for orphan children held at the Public hall in Preston this is from 1957. I remember so well sitting there and feeling very awkward because I was the only Queen without flowers. The dress was very shiny and the Robes were very heavy and Dark Blue.


Before my time but this is the sort of thing we did. We marched in home town parades, did volunteer work at local hospitals and Movie Theaters and other public events.

At age 16 I left my first job where I worked in a Grocery Store and entered a live in training program as a Cadet Nurse at the Bolton Lancashire Royal Infirmary.  A town a few miles from Preston. I was not there long, for family reasons I returned home and began my training as a weaver in Horrockses  Cotton Mill I have written about that on previous Posts.

A prettier picture of it, but of course it was not this pretty when you got inside to work.


This is the Sovereign Shed where I trained, again a few years before my time but these are the looms I learned  on which were in the process of being replaced by Northrop Automatic electric driven looms.  So one weaver could go from working 4 or 6 looms to 20 at a time.
Northrop Loom

Sometimes life does take twists and turns you do not plan on but I did not mind being a weaver it was interesting and the time passed quickly as I was constantly busy.

Before my time as a weaver also.

To Be continued...

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