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With regard to incorrect facts.  We have to remember that many people couldn't read and write, or maybe they could write their own name.  My grandfather born in the 1880s was taught to write and read by my grandmother.

I have two people in the family tree who were two years older than stated by their parents on census forms.  Presumably this was in an effort to stop gossip and maybe to stop their offspring from being a local outcast.

In the days when teenagers had to move great distances to find work, they give incorrect information on official documents.  I have the oldest child in a family thinking they were born in the same place as their younger siblings and it's only when they had to produce documentation at their wedding that they saw their correct birth place. 

The surname appears to mean a place as shown on this webpage:-

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wind_(surname)#:~:text=Wind%20is%20a%20topographical%20surname,pathway%2C%20alleyway%2C%20or%20road.

Unfortunately you have the same problem as me with one of my lines, where the Vicar was so lazy he couldn't even be bothered to write full words

I should think the parents of the baby were married.  When a mother of a baby was not married her name would be recorded against the name of the baptised baby.  I have a Catholic document where the priest made a note in the margin of a baby he had baptised which was "The couple have promised to marry within the year"..  The mother was a young teenage girl and presumably her parents had forbidden the marriage.

The first baby would probably be born with the help of the maternal grandmother, hence you might find the first baby born in a different town/village or even different county.  I have one pregnant bride who travelled from London up to Yorkshire for the birth of her first baby.

The English and the Scots had a similar naming pattern, which could mean that the baby's maternal grandmother was named Margaret and the baby's paternal grandfather was named Thomas Wind.

 1st son named after paternal grandfather (patGF)
2nd son named after maternal grandfather (matGF)
3rd son named after father (F)
4th son named after father’s eldest brother (patB)
5th son named after mother’s eldest brother (matB)

1st daughter named after maternal grandmother (matGM)
2nd daughter named after paternal grandmother (patGM)
3rd daughter named after mother (M)
4th daughter named after mother’s eldest sister (matS)
5th daughter named after father’s eldest sister (patS)

My paternal grandfather didn't have a family given name, he carried the full name of a family friend who couldn't have any children.

I have one family story of one spinster working as a maid who hid her baby in a drawer.  I found that mother working as a maid with three other spinsters in a large household, but no baby; presumably that was the household where the baby was hidden in a drawer..  The baby's father had been a sailor who perished at sea before the baby was born.

I agree ;  I've always found scotlandspeople extremely efficient.  I have only once had a copy document that I was unable to read and the staff re-acted extremely quickly, sending me a new copy plus typing out the wording :-)

Oh dear RTL, I'm almost reliving the stress levels.  My sons and then my grandsons played video games and were desperate to be on the same game level as their classmates.  One game that my youngest son had was a football/soccer game in which his team played the computer.  Son chose all the best football players but couldn't understand why the computer kept winning.  Until it dawned on him that he was choosing excellent attacking footballers and not one defenders. 

In earlier years, my brothers and I competed against our father at draughts.  It was quite annoying his taking safety in the corners and we hadn't worked out how to stop him taking that action..

Until one very precious day when I was ten years old I won - I actually WON the game and beat my dad - my younger brothers followed suit - they didn't beat our dad until they were ten years old either.  That's when we learnt the old adage of "If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again".

Oldest son and his family visited bearing daffodils, chocolates and a cake.  As her mother is usually left at home working when she visits, the one year old was very keen to show her mum what she could do and tinkled on the piano loudly singing "Old MacDonald Had A Farm" until her mother eventually acknowledged how well she could sing.

I've just had a 'phone call from daughter discussing her proposed visit today and as her route involves the very busy A59, which is even busier since the new housing estate was built, that we decided to leave the visit until another time.