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Those Gnarled Branches and Fallen Leaves…

“You may choose to look the other way, but you can never say again that you did not know.” So said William Wilberforce, a Yorkshire lad and THE leader of the movement to abolish the slave trade. If you are like me and love to go in search of elusive ancestors throughout the vale and dale of the County of Yorkshire; this blog could be just what you are looking for as I follow in the footsteps of my North Riding family, and as there are plenty of them, I have many miles to travel!

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To Merryworth Town!

As my ideas for the Mouse Town of St M’s have grown, so have the properties AND with another church, a village shop and a manse in varying stages of the embryonic design process, I have been happily dreaming up so many new festivals, feast days, fundraising ideas and fun for this 12th scale parish that unless …

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With THOSE Mice Away – Let’s Play!

Nestled in a fictional place known as Merryworth, the Mouse Town is a 12th scale model village and St M's Church, a parish hall and a collection of shops including 'Mollie's Tea Room' and the 'Leaf & Maple Flower Shop' are all to be discovered there. St M's is also home to a gang of unique mice, a brood of chickens and two Little Big Cats who love nothing more than sharing the tales of their musings, ministry and mishaps from Merryworth Town...

At Home With Lord Byron…

Of All Romances in Miniature... Perhaps this is the Best Shape in which Romance can Appear. Lord Byron As an artist AND a passionate devotee of Regency History who loves to create a scene and not only of the hysterical kind; it is perhaps only to be expected that I would create a Regency inspired …

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One Last, Lovely Smile?

Dear Diary... The American poet and journalist William Cullen Bryant once said that Autumn was the "year's last, loveliest smile" and even though I adore the season's vibrant colours, collecting horse chestnuts, the fallen leaves and the welcome appearance of the humble mince pie, I haven't really had much to smile about lately. Since September I've been …

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A Tears For Fleurs Tutorial!

Hello and welcome to more efflorescent tales from a corner of my world! After the celebration of All Hallows Eve, the first day of November is one for remembering the dearly departed with the festivals of the Mexican Day of the Dead and All Souls' Day and with this in mind, I designed a unique …

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That’s ONE Crooked Hen!

“When the first baby laughed for the first time, its laughter broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies.” If the author of the enchanting tale of Peter Pan is to be believed then Sir James Matthew Barrie will not doubt be reassured to discover …

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Wake UP! September’s Over!

Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last Wake me up when September ends... © Green Day Dear Diary... It's probably something of an understatement to tell you that I'm rather glad to see the back of September and that of the month before when my father died suddenly and even though I had walked away from our …

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Please Handle With Care!

Dear Diary... Once upon a time as I rattling on to a good friend about my plans for the summer, she shared a childhood anecdote with me when she too had been busy regaling her grandmother about her plans and to which the grandmother had replied: “If you want to make God laugh Susan, tell …

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Desperately Seeking Clarice!

Many years ago as my Grandmother would regale me with the tales of the elegant Dalby family from York and the Tibbett clan living, loving and squabbling within their adoptive land of Scarborough in North Yorkshire; I recall that it was at the first mention of the story about ‘Poor Clarice’ that my interest was really piqued. For as every family history sleuth knows, there is usually always at least one ancestor that ignites curiosity and which leads to an irresistible urge to discover more about a life that somehow holds a peculiar affinity for you and it was hearing of the story of ‘Poor Clarice’ that 'did it' for me so to speak and I've been desperately seeking her through the mists of time ever since...

A Death So Final. So Over.

Today commemorates the untimely death of Marilyn Monroe at the age of 36, an effervescent glamour puss and arguably the most famous female icon of all time. I suppose she was trying to make a phone call before she was overwhelmed. It was just so unbelievable, so simple and final and over. Ralph Greenson My interest in …

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A NO ‘Happy Ending’ Bouquet

On July 29 and on an incredible and much more summery day over 36 years ago, the world was 'lost' in a sea of enthusiastic flag waving, military parades, dubious hats, the soaring strains of Elgar's Pomp and Circumstance, swathes of ivory taffeta and unbridled patriotic fever to celebrate the wedding of the Prince of Wales to …

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Flaming June!

It only seems like a week ago to the beginning of last month when I had spent the morning looking at some images of two brides who had both married on the first day of June some years apart and my memories of being surrounded by buckets of glorious sunflowers, fragrant roses and lush foliage …

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In Hearts at Peace and Under an Scarboro’ Heaven….

Clarice Tibbett, Born on a Tuesday, Baptised on a Tuesday, Married on a Tuesday, Took ill one Saturday, Died that Tuesday, Inquest held on the Thursday, Cremated on the Friday, That was the end, Of Clarice Tibbett. In case you haven’t recognised it, I have corrupted the ballad of poor old Solomon Grundy written by …

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However You Want To M*a*s*h It Up, Suicide Is NOT Painless!

Who among us has never sung, wailed, hummed or screamed at some time or another to a song written by a fifteen year old hormonal teenager and which would become the soundtrack to the film M*A*S*H? For it was on Tuesday June 19, a cloudy day in 1962 that the loved ones of Clarice Tibbett would experience the heartbreak of knowing that suicide is not painless with the awful news of her death and by her own doing at the age of 48...

Me and My Shadow! Recollecting Nicole…

Twenty Four Years and Counting… Remembering the life of Nicole Brown Simpson who died on this day in 1994 at the age of 35.