Bristol is a village……or…….Who will I find next?
It has been said often enough that “Bristol is a village”; you will generally meet someone you know, or if you were my Dad, you would “get talking, and know their Auntie Fanny” or...
Crowd funding 19th Century Style…….Jeremiah Pillinger and a tale of two (?) horses…..
Looking for a simple paragraph or two before my executive technical adviser goes on holiday, I dug this up. It proved more than I anticipated. Sorry Kevin: From Bristol Gazette, 5 March 1807: “To...
A Sea-Faring Family – the PINES of Bristol, Liverpool and Australia
A large part of the fun of family history is making contact with distant relatives that you never knew you had. This is especially so nowadays with the joys of the internet and this...
My World Cup, 1966
Did I dream it? Did it really happen? And did Mum really say “Well, I’ve never seen anything like that…..the poor chap,” as the North Korean player in one of the qualifying rounds came...
A Bristol Policeman – 1836-1857 – Revisited
Isaac Pillinger was born in 1806 and christened on Christmas Eve 1809 at St John’s church in Bedminster, the son of William Pillinger and his wife Jemima. (These parents are a mystery couple: though...
The Temperance Queen & the Whitsuntide Procession
In my young days one of the highlights of the year was the Whitsuntide Procession which took place in Kingswood every Whit Monday. The Procession, 10,000 strong, made up of the congregations of local...
Tracing my ancestry – How did it all begin for me?
Would any of this have happened if we hadn’t come to Brislington to live? Perhaps, perhaps not. I never had anything to do with Brislington before and although I knew vaguely that it was...
Victoria Park: The Anatomy of a Dead-end Street
The Story of the street in Kingswood where I was brought up. For thirty years of my life, give or take the few when I went travelling, I lived at no. 33 Victoria Park,...
The Pillinger Family History in Four Volumes
How it all started for me! This is the history of the Pillinger Family that I began to unearth nearly 50 years ago when I stumbled across a gravestone in St Luke’s churchyard in...
The Life of Edwin Fray, 1833-
I am now starting on a short history of my early life of what I remember about the District of Keynsham where I worked and what I did, also some of the chief events...