Mopsy
I am certain Great Grandma Agnes read “The Tale of Peter Rabbit” to Aunt Ena.
Click on the defiant rabbit in the blue jacket for details.
I am certain Great Grandma Agnes read “The Tale of Peter Rabbit” to Aunt Ena.
Click on the defiant rabbit in the blue jacket for details.
When Henry VIII died in 1547 leaving Catherine Parr a widow, she grieved for a couple of days then remarried.
Click on Henry’s horn for the full story.
This treat goes by many names…
Grab a slice to hear the full story…
There is no concrete evidence to support the theory that Margaret Phillipson operated brothels.
Click on the amorous couples for circumstantial evidence.
One of the many doorways Grandpa Bob would have walked through when he lived in Ulverston, and some guy wondering if the pigeons are aiming at him.
Knock on the door, and come on in.
The Fallows family lived here, in the shadow of a Peel Tower.
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Here I am, standing on a street corner exercising my obsession.
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The story of the relationship between Bob Wells and Nellie Fallows is a heartwarming piece of family folklore. I was inspired to write their legend in the format of a play.
Click on Eleanor, Patricia, or Robert Wells for the opening scene.
Despite the morbid original purpose of the trail, Bear and I enjoyed our walk to The Fairy Steps.
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Paternal naming traditions make tracing ancestry a tricky business, especially when the family is populated by strong-minded, independent women, like ours.
Click on the Wells siblings for the full story.