Married, Missing, or Dead

In the not too distant future, all of the census records and church records will be more completely online, and searching for long lost relations will be such a simple thing from far away, compared to now.  My poor, bug-eyed head is in need of a rest after only a couple of hours of research this evening.

Recently, my work days have been intense and long, and doing anything more taxing than sprawling in front of Lark Rise to Candleford DVDs with a dog on each side at the end of the day is proving to be difficult.  Four more days to go before a day off still.  Flah.  As I watch Candleford, I wonder how similar the depictions of these villages are to somewhere like Cranborne, for instance, in the same time period.   George Adams and members of his family were the postmasters and tailors and parish clerks, so it is easy for me to imagine the characters in Candleford  as people similar to my own relations.

Today, I have been trying to flesh out Isabella's siblings before going back in time again.  I might then go forward one generation with them, just to see where they all headed off to, or if they stayed in Portland.  Chances are that more than just Isabella left the Isle from her generation.  

To the couch with the hounds now though.  Another early day looms.