Enos Hobson my g.g.uncle was born in Ingbirchworth, Yorkshire in 1859. He moved to Manchester with his widowed mother probably around the time of his father’s death in 1876 and like many in his extended family, became a butcher.
Elizabeth Lockwood (nee Hobson) my 2 x g.grandmother was baptised in Cumberworth, Yorkshire in 1818. She was the mother of Enos above.
Charles Brand my 2 x g.g.uncle was baptised in New Sleaford, Lincolnshire in 1823
Thomas Postlethwaite my 5 x g.g.uncle was baptised at St Mary’s Parish Church, Dalton in Furness, Lancashire in 1728/9. He was the g.nephew of Mary Myre below.
Mary Myre my 7 x g.g.aunt was baptised in Whicham, Millom in 1674/5.
Eliza Louisa Whittaker (nee Clarke) my husband’s g.grandmother was baptised at St Paul’s Church, Warwick in 1852. She was the mother of Edmund Arthur Whittaker below.
Edmund Arthur Whittaker died in Ashton-u-Lyne, Lancashire in 1955. As he frequently switched his name around to Arthur Edmund, this caused some confusion when his grandson went to register his death.
William d’Aubigny 3rd Earl of Arundel, my 22 x g.grandfather died this day in 1221. He joined the Fifth Crusade (1217-1221) and died on his journey home, near Rome. News of his death did not reach England until 30 March 1221. His body was brought home and buried at Wymondham Abbey. His title went to his son William until he died childless in 1224, it was then passed to his brother Hugh. Hugh’s 4th sister, the first three having already died had married John FitzAlan of Clun and the title, together with Arundel Castle passed to him when Hugh, too, died childless. Naturally, I am descended from the youngest sister!
Francis William Benson my lovely dad died this day in 2003, aged 91. He was always the extrovert and loved by everyone who met him, including all the nurses he came across in hospital on his numerous stays during his last 10 years of life. When he was transferred to a wonderful nursing home a couple of months before he died, he was always wandering around to see what was happening. On the morning he died, the night nurses had been in to him before they went to give the report to say cheerio to him and say they’d be back that evening. He was told to stay in bed until the day nurse came. When the day nurse went to his room about 15 minutes later, he had died. They told us he was obviously getting out of bed, as usual, and had just died with a smile on his face. I can imagine that. The nurses told him to stay in bed and once they’d gone, he smiled to himself and started getting out of bed. Interestingly, he told me four weeks before he died, that he’d seen his eldest brother (who had died in 1982) who told him he was coming for him in 4 weeks – how bizarre is that?
Two photos attached. The first one when he was aged 52 at his Silver Wedding Anniversary, the 2nd one I think was in his late 80s.
