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General => The Common Room => Topic started by: iolaus on Wednesday 16 August 17 18:58 BST (UK)
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Have been chasing down my father in laws tree as part of his xmas present, and found this poem on ancestry about his great, great grandmother by her children (not sure which one), explains her death so much more than just hypothermia and exposure
Wondered if anyone else had found similar?
In ever loving memory of our dear Mother Rose Hannah Mills (of Hampnett)
Who perished in a snow storm Nov 18th 1893
Aged 63 years.
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From Hampnett, whence the Leach runs down
And takes its way through Northleach town
Rose Mills our mother ventured forth,
While winter tempest swept the earth.
It was a wild November day.
Fierce north east wind tore on its way,
And blinding snow and icy rain
Joined in the rushing hurricane.
'To Northleach I must go!' said Rose,
'Howe'er it blows, or rains or snows,
Our daily wants I must supply,
And into town must go to buy.'
She went, and battling, inch by inch,
The storm from which she would not flinch
She gained at length the place she sought
And all she needed, quickly bought.
Then in the early evening gloom
She turned towards her cottage home.
The stormed still raged, but cheered by hope,
She feared not with its blasts to cope.
'I battled down', she said, 'and now
I'll battle up, through wind and snow.'
Through many storms she oft had pass'd
Nor feared this one might be the last.
Yet so it was, old paths were lost,
And well known fields were vainly cross'd,
Till all bewildered, blinded, chilled,
Rose fell with heart forever stilled.
Now in our green churchyard we lay
Her mortal flesh, with kindred clay,
Trusting her soul has gained that shore
Where storms and suffering are no more
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What a lovely find iolaus
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That poem is so poignant; a lovely thing to find.
Regards
GS
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I totally agree, Greensleeves. I love poetry.
Judyx
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Put a picture of Hampnett, the village where she lived (and presumably died - it's less than a mile from Northleach where she walked to get the shopping) and imposed the poem over the top for family members
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How really lovely-!
What a lovely thing to have. It has me all teary-eyed.
Congratulations on a wonderful memento.
Expect some emotion from the person for whom it is intended.
Who could remain dry- eyed!
Viktoria.
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I have this poem, I believe Rose Hannah Mills was my great great grandmother as well
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Which of her children do you descend from Tosheroo?
My husband's family descend though her daughter Maria
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Not too sure, have been discussing it with my uncle and looking at the dates there may be a generation between my great grandmother and Rose. We think my great-gran(either Rose's daughter or granddaughter) was called Bessie she married a Hunt .....does that help?
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Looking at Maria's siblings - her brother Thomas married an Eliza Hunt - I wonder if that was your Bessie?
I can't see any grandchildren Bessie's in the census but I haven't really tracked down the siblings
Charles Mills and Rose Hannah Harding had 10 children
David 1853-1927
Anne 1855-1859
Thomas 1856 -
William 1859
Hannah 1861
William Daniel 1863
James 1865
Maria 1866 - 1919
Mary Anne 1868
Elizabeth Ellen 1871 - 1896
Do you have the original poem?
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How really lovely-!
What a lovely thing to have. It has me all teary-eyed.
Congratulations on a wonderful memento.
Expect some emotion from the person for whom it is intended.
Who could remain dry- eyed!
Viktoria.
Yep - me too Viktoria 😪
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Thank you for that information Iolaus. I will try and find out more information from family members. I don’t have the original poem only a copy which I first saw about 30years ago when my mother was sorting through some papers
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iolaus you found a beautiful and poignant poem about your father-in-law’s gg grandmother and . . .
“ Wondered if anyone else had found similar? ”
Well no, nothing in this league but I did find a limerick written by my Dad when he was 9 and it was published for the "DERBY UCAN CLUB" in the Derby Daily Telegraph, June 9, 1929.
I was thrilled to find this, even if he didn’t receive the Nobel Literature Prize for it. :)
On my profile picture he’s the boy on the front row in middle and this photo was taken in 1930 with Derby Boy's Fishing Club.
Andy_T
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One of my great grandfathers was a Swedish seaman. Out here in Australia he captained the small ketches that sailed up and down the coast collecting grain and other goods to bring back to Port Adelaide. While at sea, he used to write poetry in his logbooks. He also wrote a beautiful poem on his wife's headstone.