I photographed this SIMPSON stone in 2017.

Two months ago, “the gang” had put the simple jigsaw together.

On Saturday, I noticed the stone was standing. (I have no idea how long ago it fell and broke.)

In affectionate remembrance of WILLIAM, the beloved husband of MARY SIMPSON, who died May 2 1875, aged 50 years.

‘Thy will be done’

Also MARY, wife of the above, who died Jan 18th 1889 (sic), aged 63 years.

‘She sleeps in Jesus’

Also THOMAS, their son who died May 4 1876, aged 20 years.

And of JOHN MATTHEW, their son who died March 17th 1879, aged 14 years.

‘Safe in the arms of Jesus’

ALICE ANN JACKSON died July 15 1934.

MARY JANE SIMPSON died Jan 3 1935.

I joined William and Mary in marriage on the Shared Tree this afternoon and gave them ten children. Six children had IDs but were separated into their christening source trios with the parents. I looked in vain for newspaper accounts of the deaths of the two young men. I would have photographed the family fishmonger’s shop, where sisters Mary Jane and Alice Ann(e) died in the 1930s, but rain fell most of the afternoon. (A gloomy election day.)

There are more connections to be made in the pedigree, and some merging to be done, but you can find William and Mary’s family here.

Today’s Image

I wonder if old soldiers do turn in their graves. After 17.4 million Brits voted to leave the European Union three and a half years ago, the UK regime continued to tie the nation even more tightly to the Empire Builders. In the last few weeks, the Prime Minister has uttered his “let’s get Brexit done” mantra many more times than Mrs May cried “Brexit means Brexit”. They have both been having a laugh. Countless men gave their lives for this country. Our shamelessly corrupt political class has handed it over to the unelected bureaucrats of the EU without a shot being fired. Adolph Hitler will be dancing jigs in his tomb. This is what he always wanted.

I was the third person in our street to register at the Polling Station this morning. I wonder if the two ahead of me spoiled their ballot.

Of course, I hope I’m wrong and 17.4 million people find Boris’s oven-ready Deal Meal tasty. By the morning we’ll know if the voters have told him to go hang.