I messaged a contributor to the two-in-one representation of Thomas Jennings Knapton on FamilySearch Tree and received a swift response. Graham told me that his Thomas had died in the Warren Vale Disaster. He wasn’t sure how to correct the record, so I offered to do it if he gave me the green light to do so.
After being given the go-ahead, I first sought to complete the coal miner’s family – and found five children to add to the existing four. I then removed “my” Thomas Jennings Knapton from the Rawmarsh family’s page.
I’m sure there are corrections still to be made to the information illustrated above, but the main task of presenting two individuals rather than one hybrid coal miner/draper is done.
If you have the eyes of an eagle and read the account of the 1851 tragedy at Warren Vale, you may notice a discrepancy in the age of John Knapton. In the account he is said to be the son of Thomas and aged 16. His age at death in the GRO Index is 14 – and his birth was registered in the second quarter of 1850. I have a vivid image in mind of a child aged only eight or nine working in a mine, an illustration in a 60s school textbook. So, if John went down with his father at age 11 going on 12 there may not have been a sanction against Thomas. Perhaps there are other explanations for the discrepancies in John’s age in various sources.
As if the thought of over fifty miners losing their lives in the methane explosion isn’t sad enough, the birth registration of Thomas and Sarah’s youngest child indicates that the mother had recently conceived when her husband was killed. Thomas would not have known he would become a father for the ninth time. It is no comfort that he was spared the grief of burying young Sarah shortly after her birth.
Given the carryings-on in the Houses of Commons and Lords this past week, it is hardly surprising that Cream’s ‘Politician’ has become an earworm for me. And then, a couple of days ago, near the end of a Jonathan Kellerman thriller…
The murderer’s daughter, Grace, is having a long-distance phone call with her lawyer and former social worker, Wayne. They are discussing an acquaintance, and Wayne is becoming angry.
‘Not very human,’ said Wayne, with sudden fury in his voice, ‘You’re the one with the Ph.D. Grace. Tell me: Why doesn’t evolution select against human monsters?’
A host of answers flooded Grace’s head. Including: Where else would we get our politicians?
Next stop civil disobedience, martial law, civil war? The wilful destruction of democracy by human monsters isn’t going to be pretty.