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Kirkby Portland CC
Kirkby-in-Ashfield
Nottinghamshire
2021-04-25
Kirkby Portland mixed 2nd XI at home to Selston Town 2nd XI.
Visitors batting on the home side's sloping pitch.
II CONCURSO LOCAL DE MOJETE CAMPERO = MADRIDEJOS SAN ISIDRO 2013
Se celebró en el exterior de la Plaza de Toros, hubo 25 concursantes
San Isidro de otros años en www.madridejos.net/sisidro.htm
Autor: José-María Moreno García. Fotógrafo humanista y documentalista. Una de las mejores formas de conocer la historia de un pueblo es a través de sus imágenes; en ellas se conserva no sólo su realidad tangible, calles, plazas, monumentos, sino también sus costumbres, fiestas, tradiciones, lenguaje, indumentaria, gestos y miradas, que nos dicen sin palabras como se vivía, cuales eran sus esperanzas y temores, qué había en su pasado, qué esperaban del futuro. Uno de los objetivos más ambiciosos es recuperar y catalogar todo el material gráfico existente en nuestra familia desde 1.915, para después ponerlo a disposición de vosotros, que la historia volviera a sus protagonistas, y los que aún siguen con nosotros pudieran disfrutar con ello. VISITA La colección "CIEN AÑOS DE FOTOGRAFÍA FAMILIA MORENO (1915-2015)" en www.josemariamorenogarcia.es y www.madridejos.net
This NS local was working on the Miami inbound at Phillipi in Columbus, Ohio
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Title: Local 89 manager Luigi Antonini and others examining a dress
Date: 1935 Estimated
Photographer: Unknown
Photo ID: 5780pb29f1b
Collection: International Ladies Garment Workers Union Photographs (1885-1985)
Repository: The Kheel Center for Labor-Management Documentation and Archives in the ILR School at Cornell University is the Catherwood Library unit that collects, preserves, and makes accessible special collections documenting the history of the workplace and labor relations. www.ilr.cornell.edu/library/kheel
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it was our photo travel to the chinese 新疆 莎車縣
on Nov 9,2012, we went to the local market to take the 維爾吾族people living, that was interesting to us
Commemorating Gold Medal Flower, an early industry on the Mississippi River, taking advantage of Saaint Anthony Falls to generate the power to grind thei grain. Gold Medal Flower isSstill sold.
The grave of Edith Bridges, wife of General Bridges who died of wounds after Gallipoli. He lies in ceremonial splendour in Duntroon, she lies with her community in St John's churchyard, Reid. Taken in 2017.
If only people everywhere could be as nice as these 2.
Yes, Willie Dick is his real name. (A bit repetitive I agree.)
- (The following's only of interest to close family or relatives on my Mom's Mom's side.)
- I took some time to explore Clunie and to network with local history buffs in my search for the legendary 'Miller of Clunie', a McLaren, who, according to my great uncle Mac, had been my great x 3 or 4 grandfather (Mom's Mom's Dad's Dad's Dad or his Dad). The church (1840) was locked, but the local vicar, a woman I met at her home after I was given her phone number and address, guided me in her car to the home of these two who were very helpful and informative with a wealth of local records and maps that we pored over around their dining room table. I then visited the home of a family who were living in what had been the renovated Free Church dating from the mid 19th cent., and which I thought might have been the church of the Miller and his family. (Nope, the 'Free Church' formed in 1843.) The current owners and their daughter, originally from northern England, were as welcoming and as nice as people you'll ever meet anywhere. The husband/father told me that he'd found a 'horse brass' there with the alleged Miller's surname on it, McLaren (my grandmother, Mom's Mom, was a McLaren). I then drove to Caputh where members of Clunie's Free Church congregation buried their dead in the cemetery there after they'd walked the 4 miles to that town on a road known as 'coffin way', and found several old tombstones with the McLaren name. They didn't have any apparent connection with a Miller, but I wondered if they had some connection to my tree. I didn't find any McLarens in the churchyard at Clunie.
- I might have been prone to confirmation bias that day for Mac had only part of the history right. I've learned since that my great x 3 granddad, George McLaren Sr., wasn't living in Clunie but in or near Logierait, a town at a distance of half an hr.'s drive away (a little closer as the crow flies) when he and his wife begat great great granddad but in the Clunie area and in a town where there had been an old mill in the early to mid-19th cent., and it's certainly possible that the family moved over to Clunie after great great granddad was born. George Sr. had been a farm-hand however, or an 'agricultural labourer', not a less lowly miller, at least not when his son was born. Maybe his residence in a mill-town or on a farm near a town (a hamlet really) with a mill became conflated with his being the miller in the retelling of family history. (Update: The best candidate for great x 3 grandad George Sr.'s Dad was a farmer from Chapelton in 'the Parish of Moulin' [French for mill], which appears to be at the site of an old dam, a great spot for a mill, currently that of the modern hydro-development [1950] where the Clunie Memorial arch stands today, a coincidence as I stopped to tour it en route to the town of Clunie.) George McLaren Sr. and his folks lived in tough times, following the toughest in the mid to late 18th cent. The McLarens had been Jacobites (nominally, or at least a faction were) and fought for the pretty prince at Prestonpans, Falkirk, and at Culloden in 1746, and were made to suffer for it after their defeat, just as members of so many other highland clans would suffer for a generation or 2 or 3. We might refer to the fate of Jacobite Highlanders today as a 'genocide', with so many murdered by the British army following Culloden, shipped and sold into slavery in the West Indies and generally extirpated, @ 20,000 of their livestock rounded up and sold with proceeds to the Hanoverian troops, their women raped, houses burnt, etc., etc. Of course the vast majority of Highlanders in the early to mid-18th cent. were just trying to keep their heads down and mind their own business, but collective punishment's always been a thing. That said, I have to question the impulse for my great x 4 grandparents to name their son the rather Hanoverian name 'George' McLaren 40 to 65 years after Culloden. (The name's Greek in origin, deriving from Georgios, but the Highland Scots' oppressors at that time were ruled by a succession of men named George.) And no clue could've been had as he went on to compound the submission by naming his son George Jr. I get that nothing succeeds like success and nothing bombs like defeat, but Stockholm syndrome is over-rated. Or am I being insensitive? Were the members of Jacobite clans or Highlanders, or Scots in general, so oppressed in the late 18th cent. that they perceived some respite or a benefit to be gained in naming their sons George? I have at least 5 Georges in my family tree, the only ones I know of: 1 great great grandfather (George McLaren Jr.), 3 great x 3 and 1 great x 4. 3 were Scots, 1 was 1/2 Scots and 1 was Scots-Irish. Does that say something? (This is much less likely to be significant if George was a popular name in Scotland before the arrival of the Hanoverians, as clannish Scots would tend to name their children after their forebears. Something else to research.)
- Update April '25: In contrast, a pair of great x 4 grandparents (John Menzies and Margaret Urquhart) might have named their son Archibald, baptized in the 'Gaelic chapel' in Perth 220-odd yr.s ago, after Archibald Menzies, a famous Jacobite, the son of a chieftain who marched on London with the Bonnie Prince, fought the Duke of Cumberland at Clifton and was executed at Carlisle, and who features as a hero in Sir Walter Scott's 'Waverley' (although that novel, a big hit and "one of the first historical novels in the Western tradition" [THE first?], was a post-natal publication). He was born @ 65 yr.s after Culloden. It's at least a possibility.
- Let this be a lesson to me. Always do the research in the records first if you can before heading into the country to conduct genealogical inquiries. I'll add that the time spent that day was almost worth it as the people I met in and @ Clunie were so engaging and intrigued and eager to help, and which I found remarkable (although I lost the time to visit nearby Dunkeld and the famous cathedral there, or Menzies castle which is fantastic in itself, and as my great great grandmother, Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom, was a Menzies. The castle is home to the Clan Gregor museum, a coincidence as my great great grandmother Christina Menzies married a Greig, said to be a sept surname derived from MacGregor.)
- Update June '24: I didn't find or learn about any trace of a mill in the town of Clunie proper, nor in the Dicks' maps and records, but it seems that a good candidate for my great x 3 grandfather, George McLaren Sr. (but quite young, married in his mid-teens [too young?]), was born and raised in that town; another for his wife was born in Stirlingshire; and one for his mother, whose surname was Elder, was also born and raised in Clunie (if not his father [see the next para. below]), and who wed his father there, likely in the medieval or Reformation-era church which is no longer extant but bits of which were repurposed to build what appears to have been a 'Watch house', incl. a medieval arched portal arts.st-andrews.ac.uk/corpusofscottishchurches/site.php?i... (I'll upload a photo) near the church that replaced it in 1840, just up from the famous lake in the last shot and surrounded by an ancient cemetery (where again I couldn't find any McLarens). youtu.be/sT_ygdTLfpg?si=BNyBLQYVG8mszgPH youtu.be/rPwUx27p_e0?si=Pgh4p5uUBzfea8UJ My great great grandfather might have told his son that his father was from Clunie (if he hadn't been raised there himself) which was then communicated to my great uncle Mac.
- Further update: The best candidate for that great x 3 grand-dad's Dad (Mom's Mom's Dad's Dad's Dad's Dad, IF the young candidate for great x 3 grand-dad is a match) was a farmer from Chapelton in 'the Parish of Moulin' (French for mill), which appears to be at the site of an old dam, a great spot for a mill, currently that of the modern hydro-development (1950) where the Clunie Memorial arch stands today highland-discovery.com/point-of-interest/clunie-memorial-... , a coincidence as I stopped to tour it en route south to the town of Clunie in my search for the 'Miller of Clunie', my great x 3 grandfather according to my Uncle Mac.
- "During the Jacobite rising of 1745 the Clan MacLaren fought in support of the Jacobite cause at the Battle of Prestonpans and at the Battle of Falkirk Muir where they were victorious on both occasions. However they were also present at the Battle of Culloden in 1746 where they were defeated." (Wikipedia) "At Culloden [the MacLarens] fought with the Stewarts of Appin and took part in the fatal Highland charge and terrible hand-to-hand fighting with the men of Barrell’s and Munro’s regiments. One source states that 13 MacLarens were killed and 14 wounded before they were driven back. One of their leaders, Donald MacLaren [of East Invernenty] was captured after the battle but managed to escape by flinging himself into the abyss of the Devil’s Beef Tub near Moffat [yes, the devil does have his own beef tub] as he was being marched past. He lived as a fugitive in Balquhidder, disguising himself as a woman until the amnesty of 1757." en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Devil%27s_Beef_Tub
- www.youtube.com/watch?v=WIQkg8IshNs
- Scott wrote about the 'Beef-tub' in his novel Redgauntlet although he refers to it as the 'Marquis’s Beef-stand', and the Jacobite who recounts the tale in the first person is one Laird Peter Maxwell of Summertrees, not a McLaren.:
"Then did I find myself on foot in a misty morning, with my hand, just for fear of going astray, linked into a handcuff, as they call it, with poor Harry Redgauntlet’s fastened into the other; and there we were, trudging along, with about a score more that had thrust their horns ower deep in the bog, just like ourselves, and a sergeant’s guard of redcoats, with twa file of dragoons, to keep all quiet, and give us heart to the road. ... In the meanwhile, I had been trying and trying to make my hand as fine as a lady’s, to see if I could slip it out of my iron wristband. You may think,” he said, laying his broad bony hand on the table, “ I had work enough with such a shoulder-of-mutton fist; but if you observe, the shackle-bones are of the largest, and so they were obliged to keep the handcuff wide; at length I got my hand slipped out, and slipped in again; and poor Harry was sae deep in his ain thoughts, I could not make him sensible what I was doing ... [b]ecause there was an unchancy beast of a dragoon riding close beside us on the other side; and if I had let him into my confidence as well as Harry, it would not have been long before a pistol-ball slapped through my bonnet. Well, I had little for it but to do the best I could for myself; and, by my conscience, it was time, when the gallows was staring me in the face. We were to halt for breakfast at Moffat. Well did I know the moors we were marching over, having hunted and hawked on every acre of ground in very different times. So I waited, you see, till I was on the edge of Errickstane brae - Ye ken the place they call the Marquis’s Beef-stand, because the Annandale loons used to put their stolen cattle in there? ... Ye must have seen it as ye cam this way; it looks as if 4 hills were laying their heads together, to shut out daylight from the dark hollow space between them. A d — d deep, black, blackguard-looking abyss of a hole it is, and goes straight down from the road-side, as perpendicular as it can do, to be a heathery brae. At the bottom, there is a small bit of a brook, that you would think could hardly find its way out from the hills that are so closely jammed round it."
"A bad pass indeed," said Alan.
“You may say that,” continued the Laird. “ Bad as it was, sir, it was my only chance; and though my very flesh creeped when I thought what a rumble I was going to get, yet I kept my heart up all the same. And so, just when we came on the edge of this Beef-stand of the Johnstones, I slipped out my hand from the handcuff, cried to Harry Gauntlet, ‘Follow me!’ - whisked under the belly of the dragoon horse - flung my plaid round me with the speed of lightning - threw myself on my side, for there was no keeping my feet, and down the brae hurled I, over heather and fern, and blackberries, like a barrel down Chalmers’ Close in Auld Reekie. G — , sir, I never could help laughing when I think how the scoundrel redcoats must have been bumbazed; for the mist being, as I said, thick, they had little notion, I take it, that they were on the verge of such a dilemma. I was half way down - for rowing is faster wark than rinning - ere they could get at their arms; and then it was flash, flash, flash - rap, rap, rap - from the edge of the road; but my head was too jumbled to think any thing either of that or the hard knocks I got among the stones. I kept my senses thegither, whilk has been thought wonderful by all that ever saw the place; and I helped myself with my hands as gallantly as I could, and to the bottom I came. There I lay for half a moment; but the thoughts of a gallows is worth all the salts and scent-bottles in the world, for bringing a man to himself. Up I sprung, like a 4-yr.-auld colt. All the hills were spinning round with me, like so many great big humming-tops. But there was nae time to think of that neither; more especially as the mist had risen a little with the firing. I could see the villains, like sae mony craws on the edge of the brae; and I reckon that they saw me; for some of the loons were beginning to crawl down the hill, but liker auld wives in their redcloaks, coming frae a field-preaching, than such a sou pie lad as I was. Accordingly, they soon began to stop and load their pieces. Good-e’en to you, gentlemen, thought I, if that is to be the gate of it. If you have any farther word with me, you maun come as far as Carriefraw-gauns. And so off I set, and never buck went faster ower the braes than I did; and I never stopped till I had put three waters, reasonably deep, as the season was rainy, half-a-dozen mountains, and a few thousand acres of the worst moss and ling in Scotland, betwixt me and my friends the redcoats.” (pp.s 266-268)
- There's info in this link re the names and origins of those McLarens who fought at Culloden.: houseoflabhran.com/blog/2017/08/09/culloden-drumossie-moo... Btw, Alan Breck Stewart of the Stewarts of Appin, in whose Appin regiment many McLarens served and fought in the Highland charge at Culloden, is a principal character in Robert Louis Stevenson's adventure novel 'Shipwrecked'. Michael Caine plays the swashbuckling Stewart in the 1971 film.: youtu.be/-Y7YqGdFCko?si=y-wmPc18DbNDXN-R
- Another clan in my tree (of a number) that fought for the Bonnie Prince was the McKenzie clan. (It was split; the chief supported the Brits while his relative, George MacKenzie, 1st Earl of Cromartie, supported the Jacobites. Most McKenzie men were prevented from taking part at Culloden, but they played a leading role at the Battle of Falkirk in 1746.) A great x 3 grandmother was one Margaret McKenzie (her maiden surname) who married a Menzies (the name of another Jacobite clan at Culloden), and then bore his daughter, my great great grandmother, in Edinburgh in the early 1830s. I know less about this Margaret than any of my grandmother's other great grandparents, not where she was from, who her parents were, where she was married, how she died, although it seems likely she died young. Her husband was baptized in 'the Gaelic chapel' in Perth and was raised in a gaelophone household (it's fair to assume), and with a maiden surname like McKenzie which hails from Ross-shire in the far NW, it's not unlikely she was a gaelophone herself in lowland Scots-speaking territory, a Highlander or the offspring of tenants evicted from the Highlands in the 'Clearances' (like so many in my Dad's tree) who emigrated to the lowlands. That would make sense for in that case, her Highland heritage and her mother tongue (although a different dialect) would've been things she had in common with her husband. Whatever befell her (or her husband) or where-ever she went, her daughter was raised in the home of her in-laws from at least the age of 7.
- It might be worth noting that although all 4 of my grandmother's grandparents had died young before her parents were married (those were hard times on the High st. and in Canongate), my grandmother knew that the maiden surname of her great grandmother, her mother's mother's mother, was McKenzie, which Mom had recorded in our 'family bible' (which I haven't seen since before 2018) and which I confirmed at the Scottish Records Office in Edinburgh in 2013. But she didn't know or had forgotten the maiden surnames of her other 3 great grandmothers (all of which I've learned in the last 10 years), which doesn't surprise. Her mother's mother, Christina Menzies, died of a stroke ('Cerebral Apoplexy' per her death record, but at the age of 46, a bit young to die of a stroke, although I was told as a youth that she died of a tape-worm infection. I've learned that neurocystecerosis, "a parasitic infection of the central nervous system caused by the pork tapeworm, Taenia solium, can lead to various neurological complications, including strokes." [Medscape]) Christina died when my grandmother's mother was only 11, and her father would die of pneumonia seven yr.s later when my great grandmother was only 18. But my great grandmother (whose M.S. was Greig), was one of 13 siblings who remained close. Evidently their mother Christina had spoken often enough of her own mother, whom she might not have known (again, Christina was raised from at least the age of 7 by her paternal grandparents), that my great grandmother or more likely one of her older siblings remembered that she was a McKenzie, which was communicated to my grandmother. While Margaret McKenzie is the most mysterious of my grandmother's great grandparents, she might've been the one my grandmother knew the most about (which might not be saying much). Again, the inference is that my grandmother's grandmother Christina, who might've been or seems to have been an only child, must have spoken often enough of her own mother Margaret McKenzie, before Christina died so young at 46, that her children remembered the surname, and my point (after all that) is that I think it's less likely or unlikely that Christina would've done so if Margaret had abandoned Christina to the care of her in-laws, or had been unable to care for her, or had been arrested and imprisoned, etc. Rather, the correct listing of her surname in the family bible might be a clue (if you follow me) that Margaret had died young, just as so many of my mother's ancestors had done, quite possibly in childbirth. (I haven't found her death record.) Another possible factor is that my grandmother and her mother and her mother's sisters might have had a natural interest in the maternal line of their tree (Margaret was my grandmother's Mom's Mom's Mom) which I write more about below.
- There's a candidate for Margaret's husband, Christina's father Archibald Menzies, in the death records, listed as one year younger than he (it wasn't uncommon for a death record from that period to understate the age of the deceased by a year), who died young in the Royal Infirmary in the early 1840s (by which time his daughter was already living in the home of his parents) of "Fever", likely Borrelia recurrentis aka 'Louse-born Relapsing Fever'. 'LBRF' is "associated with poverty, crowding, and warfare". An epidemic of LBRF was raging on the High street at the time of his death. Here's a sobering account from Isabella Bird re the quality of life for many of my grandmother's ancestors in the slums of 19th cent. Edinburgh. Listen from the 16:07 to the 16:40 min. pt. and from 22:09 to 22:33 re the insects and lice that likely killed the man who might've been my great x 3 grandfather.: youtu.be/nGVIHIT1NkU?si=GqxZMfOaP6zEjlH0
- youtu.be/xPLMnTU9Hs8?si=kLPChCSOv8oChi1T
- Margaret's daughter Christina worked as a "house servant" in her teens while living in an apt. on 'the Pleasance' with her widowed paternal grandmother, then in her late 60s, who had raised her from at least the age of 7 with her own older kids. Only the 2 were living together shortly before the old lady died. Following her grandmother's death, Christina moved into a flat in a close off the High st. which would later be condemned as a slum and demolished.
- Margaret's a bit more interesting to me as she was my Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom's Mom, and she's as far back as our records take me (although not far back) up the matrilineal branch of my tree. Some cultures have a special focus or emphasis on that line; many North American first nations, tribes, and societies inherit from, and their tribal or clan membership derives from, the female line www.flickr.com/photos/97924400@N00/4288828562/in/photostr... and Jewish heritage famously descends from the maternal line. The double-X chromosome passes exclusively from mother to daughter from time immemorial, and mitochondrial DNA passes down the maternal line to all children, just as the Y chromosome passes from father to son. But we have more insight into the latter with the surnames that have passed down with that chromosome since the Middle Ages. (My Y chromosome passed through some generations of Danish Vikings named 'Bert Raven' ['Bright Raven'] via Normandy and then England [or Scotland?] and then Ireland, or from Normandy and then France to Ireland in the Huguenot exodus.) Of course, if I knew Margaret McKenzie's mother's maiden name, or her maternal grandmother's, etc., that would take on a certain interest.
- McKenzie clan history: youtu.be/F-Sy-BxF1PU?si=HIi5rOutqDHeCnA-
- youtu.be/FMlxQdWfuRU?si=Bw6h6RNmzgBcjtoI