1873 Filey · Birth Edith Gertrude ALLEN is a true Filey girl, born here and baptised on 23 March at the Wesleyan Chapel. But in my database, she has no parents, forebears, husband or dependents. It took a minute to discover that Edith was the first child born to Richard ALLEN, a draper, and Elizabeth Jane SNOW. The reason for Edith’s loneliness on FG&C is explained by the family’s move to Bridlington before the end of 1878 when the birth of a second girl was registered there. The births of six more Allen children followed as Richard built up his business. At the 1881 census, three children were enumerated and seven in 1891. A completed family if you believe the transcription asserting father Richard is married. The page image shows him to be a widower. About a year after giving birth to Arthur Charles, Elizabeth Jane died in the summer of 1889, aged 39. Richard’s unmarried sister Elizabeth, 46, was helping with the children on census night 1891.
Father Richard married again about 1892 but had no children with Sarah Eleanor (maiden surname not yet found). He died aged 67 in 1914 leaving two sons and four daughters. (William had died in 1904, aged 18.) Edith Gertrude died a single woman in the first week of January 1916 aged 39, the same age at death as her mother. I did not find her on the Shared Tree.
1842 Filey · Baptism Mary MASON was the eldest of fourteen children born to William and Elizabeth née CAMMISH and she had twelve children with John CAMBRIDGE.
Mary has paternal grandparents on FG&C but not on the Shared Tree.
I have a photograph of the headstone that remembers her and will add it to the Shared Tree as a memory when I have the time.
1835 Filey · Marriage
There are sources that support the case for making this William’s second marriage. But I have yet to find the recorded death of supposed first wife Mary TEMPLE. There is an 1841 census entry that appears to fit William very well – but his wife in Hunmanby is called Rachel. Some death registrations in the 1860s also point to William, but not too convincingly for me. It was a shock to turn up an 1851 census return for a William and Mary Waites in Sewerby. Daughter Henrietta‘s birth registration reveals mother Mary’s maiden surname to be Temple.
I’m putting this awkward couple to one side. There are only so many hours in a day…
1970 Filey · Death The last address of David GRANT was 79 Muston Road. The death registration gives his date of birth as 26 January 1917. These two facts have not been enough for me to determine where he was born, who his parents were, what was his occupation, did he have children… There is one Grant family grave in St Oswald’s churchyard but I have been unable to link David to Edna May, Hannah, Harry and Samuel.
1883 Filey · Burial Frederick George MILNER died in Ripon but his body was brought to St Oswald’s for burial in, it seems, an unmarked grave. He was not a pauper.
£260 would be worth about £20,000 today.
If I have fixed on the right Frederick George, his start in life was somewhat peculiar. Born to a schoolmaster in Sheriff Hutton in 1836, he appears to have lost his parents not long afterwards. In 1841 he is in some kind of institution in Fossgate, York with a bevy of elderly women, one of whom is Eliza Milner, 65. Ten years later, Eliza is a pensioner in Dorothy Wilson’s Hospital. “Fred Geo”, her grandson aged 14, is with her.
In 1861, Frederick George is working as a telegraph clerk in Knaresborough, boarding with Robert ROBSON, stationmaster.
I have not been able to trace Frederick in his last two censuses – and don’t have time to establish his relationship with the Photographic Publisher Charles George Milner. Actually, perhaps that should be Charles Milton Milner!
The Dale frosty, my workshop bitter. Had just started on my annual accounts when John arrived with the “copy” – his letter to the artists contributing to the Hills Exhibition. Rest of the morning producing “personalized” letters to each and printing address labels. Visited Trevor and Robyn briefly and Michael W. called in around twelve. His sales have gone down each quarter in the past year but he remains cheerful. His old dad is fighting on while sisters die around him.
Lisa pale in the yard, not visibly pregnant yet. Her taciturn impregnator gave me a friendly wink, which was novel and suggested he might be quite happy with the situation. (He usually ignores my greetings.)
Stopped in Ironbridge to buy bread and treat myself to a Danish pastry which was actually a Bath Bun. It felt like rock in its paper bag but moistened and softened beautifully in the microwave.
And so to one of life’s pleasures. Settling in front of a fire and the telly in peaceful isolation to watch a Five Nations match. No patriotic fervour was called upon but Scotland did the decent thing by crushing Wales. Though I had some admiration for the reds who might’ve upset the odds if vital passes had gone to hand. France struggled to beat Ireland. So, on the face of it, England should be Champions in March… (Meanwhile, Down Under, our cricketers are figures of derision.)