Good Afternoon Possums.
I got stuck with my research, 1700 the old French, nah I can’t translate. I will bring you some stuff from my trees on Ancestry. X
Congratulations to Young Robert.
You could have dropped in for a cuppa on your way to Devon.
I will be back. X
we don’t want to keep lookin at ya back SP?
how do ya know spit ever since ya been using that jackhammer I’m sure you’ve been unable to control ya farts - let alone ya burps or hiccups - wot about underarm smells??
My younger brother is the keeper of our family history, although there are gaps in it as a vast amount of information was destroyed by fire in the government buildings that were shelled by a gunboat that sailed up the Liffey to the Four Courts during the war of independence here in 1922.
Folks with an Irish/Dublin connection from all over the world hit a blank wall when they try to trace back, a shame really, most country people haven’t got this problem as all the documents contained data on Dublin and the surrounding counties only, well so I was told by a chap from the civil service.
I’m a great believer in old remedies and cures for all common ailments. We use and always have used TCP for a lot of ailments, great stuff as the man says, anything from sore throats to sore feet.
The wife had a thing on her bum
Pink, like a piece of chewing gum
It didn’t look serious or even mysterious
So I sent her to see my old chum.
He had a place in Harley Street
He has a big head and huge feet
But she didn’t mind, and showed her behind
He said it looked rounded and neat.
It cost her a bomb for his fee
But the thing was still there you see
I swear to God, he’s only a fraud
Cos she cured it herself, with T-C-P.
TCP
“The brand name comes from its original chemical name, which was trichlorophenylmethyliodosalicyl (not to be confused with trichlorophenol, a common fungicide)” Wiki.
My God what a mouthful, we just call it Tom Cat’s P-ss, same colour and smell.
Spitty went to the Doctors and said, Doc, I’ve got a Strawberry growing on my head, he said “don’t worry Spitty, I’ve got some cream for that”.
I went to my local gp yesterday.
“Doctor,people keep calling me Pug”.
“Oh?..how long has this been happening?”
…“Since I was a puppy!”…
I only went out for a while.
Has the family history theme gone?
Themes here are like thieves in the night Sweetie, they come and go, and you have to be on the ball to catch them, sort of like the special offers on Lidl, once they’re gone they’re gone.;-)
Watch out next week for deals on themes, including hearing aids, walking sticks, elastic stockings, and favourite grandmothers.
What the devil are elastic stockings?:shock:
Now that has got me thinking.
Hurlin History, Family Crest & Coats of Arms
Hurlin is one of the many names that the Normans brought with them when they conquered England in 1066. The Hurlin family lived in Normandy, France. The Normans frequently used the name of their estate in Normandy as part of their name. The family name Hurlin was brought to England after the Norman Conquest when William the Conqueror gave his friends and relatives most of the land formerly owned by Anglo-Saxon aristocrats.
Early Origins of the Hurlin family
The surname Hurlin was first found in Normandy, where Herluin was Vicomte of Conteville. This family is linked through marriage to William the Conqueror who established the Plantagenet rule of England.
Hurlin Spelling Variations
Anglo-Norman names tend to be marked by an enormous number of spelling variations. This is largely due to the fact that Old and Middle English lacked any spelling rules when Norman French was introduced in the 11th century. The languages of the English courts at that time were French and Latin. These various languages mixed quite freely in the evolving social milieu. The final element of this mix is that medieval scribes spelt words according to their sounds rather than any definite rules, so a name was often spelt in as many different ways as the number of documents it appeared in. The name was spelt Herlwin, Herluin, Hurlin, Herlewin, Herling, Hurling, Hirwin, Erlewyn, Erlwin, Harlewyn and many more.
Ah I forgot you were too young to remember them Sweetie.(elastic stockings)
The older women used to wear them under the nylons, a flesh coloured stretchable bandage that wrapped around the leg, usually worn by women with varicose veins. Women spent a lot of time on their feet back then resulting in all sorts of leg complains, thankfully we don’t seem to see much of it anymore.
I have various veins myself but you don’t hear me complaining.
Very interesting family crest, mine has three fishes on the shield where your Lions are, is it any wonder that I like a drink.
So one is related to a chap called Willie who played conkers, well done Sweetie.
I’m related to a chap who cleaned out fireplaces, perhaps you’ve heard of him, Peter the Grate.
Hurling is officially the national game in Ireland.
Time for a bit of Genieology.
Scribbles Elegy
I read all the letters, I read each word that you’ve sent to me
And though it’s past now, and the words start to fade
All the memories I have still remain
I’ve kept all the pictures, but I hide my feelings so no-one knows
Oh sure my friends all come round, but I’m in a crowd on my own
It’s 'cause you’re gone now, but your heart, still remains
And it’ll be here if you come again
You see, I’d heard the rumors, I knew before you let me know
But I didn’t believe it, not you,
No you would not let me go
Seems I was wrong, but I love, I love you the same
And that’s the one thing that you can’t take away but just remember
If leaving me is easy,
And you know, coming back is harder
And leaving me is easy
And you…
did you used to write for Phil then spits? or just right copies?
Gummy have you worn elastic stockings?
On 18 October 1685, King Louis XIV of France revoked the Edict of Nantes (which had previously allowed Protestants freedom of worship). Pastors were expelled and their churches (called temples) pulled down – but their congregation was forbidden to leave France. It was the start of the greatest brain-drain in the history of the world as these courageous, devout, Protestants ignored the threats of torture, imprisonment, and death, to embark on the most amazing journeys, seeking freedom to practice their faith in other Protestant countries. 50,000 came to England, (five percent of London’s then population and the equivalent of 650,000 people today – they were our first refugees). They came with nothing but their faith and their skills.
To highlight this important date, the Bishop of London, Patron of the charity Huguenots of Spitalfields, will be planting a mulberry tree in the garden of Christ Church, Spitalfields (Huguenot weavers lived in Spitalfields which became the center of the silk weaving industry). The Bishop of London is a descendant of Huguenots and one of his predecessors, Henry Compton, a staunch defender of the Huguenots was so instrumental in welcoming them to this country.
I am a descendant of the first refugees.
