I do not mind receiving all the emails that come in through the day - generally 100-150. I read most of them but seldom respond. I mean if someone writes thanking me for a will that they found on line that is good I am glad that they found it and it is nice that they say thankyou but I do not think they really expect a reply (I think they write me because they hope I keep transcribing and truly I must get back to doing a couple a week or something like that (I still have more than 1000 wills to transcribe)); they would have asked a question. So I generally can breeze through my emails although I have about 40 in there I need to look at for some reason or another. So technically I am behind as I generally keep my emails up to date.
Waiting for the debates but in my mind I am sorting through the very idea that I would give the Liberals a fourth mandate (I actually didn't vote for them in 2021). The handling of the people's money is important to me and the Liberals seldom do a good job. But I can always be surprised and perhaps Prime Minister Carney would be that surprise. I am a strict fiscal Conservative and I realize that I am going to be annoyed by any poor management which others might just ignore.
Sometimes the leader in Opposition excels at his job and that may be the pinnacle of his/her career. Opposition is as important as being the Prime Minister. Someone has to be there to make sure that the Prime Minister is toeing the line; I learned from my uncle who for sure learned that from his father (John Routledge Pincombe who no doubt in my mind learned it from Sir John Carling (his mother Grace (Gray) Pincombe's first cousin)). Our elders can teach us a great deal.
Even in his old age my uncle was in denial about his father though; his father was a drinker (not abusive but he drank very heavily) however my uncle could never say that (he always painted a beautiful picture of his father). My grandmother did mention his drinking on occasion but he was wonderful to her and he taught her all the basics of a high school education because she was unable to go to school after she was 11 (he was 14 years older than her). She had to stay home from the age of 11 and manage the house and look after the babies when her mother died. Her father worked two jobs but he loved his children and did the best he could for them. He had been disowned by his family for marrying a woman with an illegitimate child (not his child; he was in South Africa way before and after that birth) so had to take care of himself and his family without any help from them. In England that pretty much condemned you to a very basic life. Life was hard in the 1880s/1890s for sure. One might have thought his family would have sympathy as he had been wounded during the First Boer War (he was a medic) and pensioned out because he could no longer serve. All of this information except for the disowning I have located in the records. I am curious about the disowning I have to admit that. My grandmother mentioned it but I noticed that her youngest sister Sarah was unaware of it. I didn't tell her when I spent some time with her but she simply didn't say it. So I think perhaps it was something my grandmother knew and perhaps the younger children (some of them) did not. Life can be very interesting sometimes as you pull out the bits you were told and amazingly find the records supporting exactly that story. My grandfather did not die from drinking but rather from one of those many diseases that farmers contract just because of their closeness to whatever (in his case he died from pulmonary exhaustion from influenza exacerbated by his chronic endocarditis). A few years later and penicillin would have saved him. But life flows on and now you survive. Perhaps in my uncle's eyes the drinking was a minor thing although he himself never touched alcohol his entire life but he was also United Church and Methodist before Union. Genealogy reveals so much about our ancestors; too bad in a way it took me so long to come to it.
Early today and it is a cloudy day. Rained heavily yesterday but the ground can certainly absorb lots of water as it is now unfrozen. Spring has truly come to Eastern Ontario. No budding yet and that is perhaps about normal; sometimes it is early budding here but not usually. The branches of the trees stand bleak against the cloudy sky but the birds are back. How beautiful it is to hear their songs through the day. The trees are full of birds but I have not put out any feed for the birds. My daughter will be disappointed when she comes to do her research break as she loves to watch them at the feeder. But personally I think we should keep up our conservation areas where they will live and find food placed there whilst they are with us this summer and they will be safer.
Life can be hard for so many on occasion. But there are always these glints of goodness that appear in the cracks to help those who need help whether it be feathered or otherwise. I think that is what keeps me buying my tickets for Lotto Max and Lotto 649 (I got started years ago now when I was working at the hospital because the monies collected went to (and continue) such good causes). If I ever win I would like to donate a good portion to conservation and helping our feathered friends and others. Another new place to donate is a Resilience Fund for the PWRDF. Their funding was stripped when USAID closed (I expect that was created by the Episcopalian Church of the United States of America (a brother in the faith with the Anglican Church worldwide)). It was one of the priests in the Episcopal Church that invited all of us on the Anglican Prayer Group to Rome for his Ordination as the Episcopalian Bishop of Europe back in 2001. A private donor has put forward a suggested donation level of $250,000 that he will match by the end of June I think it is (I will check on that and correct the date) to help PWRDF in their work. The Primates World Relief and Development Fund has recently undergone a name change to Alongside Hope. I think it is a beautiful addition to this group that does so much good in the world.
The top floor to clean today and my cleaning week is complete. I will also work on the matches through the day and that process is coming closer to half way done. One surprise match and I finally concluded the person is probably related to me on both the Blake and Rawlings side (one match for each). That rarely happens because the two families did not live close together really but chance happens and there it is.
My thoughts are back in the books again and life will flow on around me as I return to my solitude once again to work on the books. Although the matches organized into my databases are my first thought at the moment as this work will be useful as I do the genealogical chapters of the two families (Blake and Pincombe). In old age I have in a way returned to my youth where my grandfather (and grandmother on occasion) talked about their families and how they fitted together and his memory of the line back at Andover as he knew that his line had lived in Andover before Upper Clatford. The two places are just across the highway from each other. Having now driven that highway (in a bus and a car) a number of times I can still picture the place where they come together. Over an eight year period from 2008 to 2016 the fields to the south of Andover became covered with Solar Panels as England (the British Isles) came into the Green Age of our Planet.
Funny how a parent can put a thought into your head and circumstances cause you to just run with it at some point in your life. Certainly before George DeKay contacted me there was just this memory of my mother talking to me about the family and about DNA and putting them together to nestle in my brain until that point it would awaken in me some sort of an interest in genealogy (I would say that was her intent now in retrospect). George DeKay and my mother were well known to each other as she had given him material on her grandmother Grace (Gray) Pincombe for his book way back in the 1970s. She purchased seven copies of that book for her children and I have mine. George first contacted my younger sister and that was a good idea however she sent him on to me. Interesting really. And here I am having taken 42 courses at the National Institute for Genealogical Studies here in Canada and receiving my PLCGS (Professional learning Certificate in Genealogical Studies) in 2007 now working towards another two books. Who would have thought it? Certainly not me even as late as the beginning of 2003. Time changes and so do we. Edward would be 82 today if he had lived this long.
Edward, during his last couple of years, was busy planning trips to Germany and Holland and the Galapagos. We were relearning our German for the trips to Europe as he had a guide who would take us from Berlin up to Schoenbeck, Brohm and Staven both in Mecklenburg where his great grandparents were born. The Galapagos was probably for me because I always wanted to go there. Perhaps I will still one day; who knows. Somehow though I need to check on whether my eyes are now blue or still brown (the blue area is quite noticeable now). I do not want to arrive back home and have problems entering my country! but probably they do go by the face still.
Teatime and solitaire games.