Zero degrees here this morning, and ice on the birdbath for the first time this season. Yesterday there was a wind blowing hard all day, as you can see by the way the water froze with an uneven surface.
As beautiful as autumn is, there is nothing like the background dread that winter is making its inevitable march toward us. And one sure sign that things are changing was having the dog hopping up to sleep under the covers with me last night for the first time since May. Well, I say under the covers, but she soon got too warm for that, so I then had to endure the twisting and tangling as she rearranged things to her satisfaction. Midway through the night, I awoke with only two inches between me and the edge of the bed, and the hound taking up the entire space on the other side. It was all bony legs and loud honking and snoring as she wriggled about in her sleep; I felt like I was sleeping next to a set of animated bagpipes at that point.
Anyway, I haven't had a good block of time to get to some more family history research in the last couple of days, so nothing new to report on that front. The little things I've been working on in spare half hours haven't amounted to much.
Kippered
Yes, it was another red herring after all. But, I must say, it is fun chasing after them sometimes.
In the census of 1881, Elizabeth Durston (Pearce), she of the photograph, was living with her husband, children, and widowed mother in Weston Rd.
Simon and Elizabeth Pearce (not widowed), were both alive and living together on Easton Square. So, there it is. The woman in the photograph taken in 1931 is not Simon's & Elizabeth's daughter, so is not a close relation after all. She just felt like it for 24 hours.
Old Simon and family looked like they must have been doing well for themselves though. There was a "general servant" listed in the household census this time.
Red Herring in Black & White?
When I saw this face quietly looking out of the computer screen at me this afternoon, I thought that it had to belong to someone with a bit more than a mere chance amount of shared DNA with Mum and Grandma W. Look at that dear face. I will find out exactly who you are, I said to myself.
But, I have ended up coming to a peculiar end to today's search after all.
Assuming that this person was Portland born, then I am almost certain that she is one of two people: either Isabella's first cousin, or, bizarrely enough, someone who lived in the house directly next to Isabella & Co., and was probably not a close relation at all. The only two Elizabeth Pearces in the right age range listed on the 1851 census - and I checked the entire Isle - were these two girls.
But, I have ended up coming to a peculiar end to today's search after all.
Assuming that this person was Portland born, then I am almost certain that she is one of two people: either Isabella's first cousin, or, bizarrely enough, someone who lived in the house directly next to Isabella & Co., and was probably not a close relation at all. The only two Elizabeth Pearces in the right age range listed on the 1851 census - and I checked the entire Isle - were these two girls.
The note that goes with the photograph on the "Portland Image Project" website is as follows:
Elizabeth Durston (Pearce)
Taken in back garden 78 Weston Rd. Age 89 11 October 1931. Photo taken 31 October 1931.
**Skip this next part if you really don't care about the back-and-forth, logic game that ancestral research is.
**[So, to start with, I tried to find a record of an Elizabeth Pearce born in October of 1842 (which would be the date if she was 89 in October 1931). There was no sign of her in the Portland baptism records though. The closest, and only record I could find, was of an Elizabeth baptized 8 May, 1843, daughter of Simon and Elizabeth Pearce. Perhaps they waited a few months to baptize her, for unknown reasons, or the photo note was just wrong. Being the first route I took, and ever hopeful, I thought briefly that the person I was seeking was indeed Simon & Elizabeth's child (Simon being Abel's brother/Isabella's uncle).
Then I checked the FreeBMD catalogue and found the birth of an Elizabeth Pearce registered in Weymouth in September 1843, and a second one in December 1842 (no names of the parents though). Rats. This second one was probably the woman in the picture after all.
Then I checked the FreeBMD catalogue and found the birth of an Elizabeth Pearce registered in Weymouth in September 1843, and a second one in December 1842 (no names of the parents though). Rats. This second one was probably the woman in the picture after all.
In the 1851 census, Simon & Elizabeth Pearce were listed at 24 Easton St. And in the Village of Weston, there was an 8-year old Elizabeth Pearce living at 19 Weston Rd. with her family - parents being John and Elizabeth Pearce, but John being 5 years too old to be Simon's and Abel's brother John.
I performed the eye-aching search of all the census records for 1851 to see if there were any other Elizabeths besides these two living in Portland. There were not.]
Then, onward to the 1861 census, and what did I discover? John and Elizabeth Pearce and their five children (including the aforementioned Elizabeth), lived next door to Abel & Mary and the three girls still at home!
What on earth were the odds, even for Portland? So whoever it turns out to be gazing at us out of that photograph, she knew Isabella. But is she Isabella's cousin, or the girl that lived next door? It is an unsatisfactory end to the quest of the day, especially considering the family resemblance. I so wanted her to be Simon's daughter. I'll keep at it tomorrow.
As in science, geneaology is a continuous exercise in proving your ideas wrong in order to find the correct answers.
I performed the eye-aching search of all the census records for 1851 to see if there were any other Elizabeths besides these two living in Portland. There were not.]
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Then, onward to the 1861 census, and what did I discover? John and Elizabeth Pearce and their five children (including the aforementioned Elizabeth), lived next door to Abel & Mary and the three girls still at home!
What on earth were the odds, even for Portland? So whoever it turns out to be gazing at us out of that photograph, she knew Isabella. But is she Isabella's cousin, or the girl that lived next door? It is an unsatisfactory end to the quest of the day, especially considering the family resemblance. I so wanted her to be Simon's daughter. I'll keep at it tomorrow.
As in science, geneaology is a continuous exercise in proving your ideas wrong in order to find the correct answers.
Anyway, it's the Witching Hour here now, and my head needs a rest, so I had better go and see if the hound needs to go out in the pouring rain once more, then to bed.
Photo credit: http://www.geoffkirby.co.uk/SurnamesP/html/pearce.html
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