In another attempt to get the churchyard project moving again, I have created a spreadsheet where I log only the people mentioned on Filey St Oswald’s headstones, kerbs and stone tablets. Given that roughly a third of graves have no markers reduces the population to about 3,500. In the last couple of weeks I have put in a lot of hours – and recorded details of just 10 stones and 34 people.
With the prospect of being taken out any moment by the Fauci Flu or a nuclear missile, there really isn’t much incentive to continue this work. But I will. I think the exercise it gives my brain ameliorates the damage done to it by the aluminium and barium that has dropped from the sky over the last couple of decades.
Spreadsheets can be dull things but I have tried to spice this one up a little by making it divulge weekly stats – proportions of males and females, those who entered the world and/or left it in Filey, those who drowned, died in other accidents or were killed in wars. The average age of death for each sex may prove to be of interest. With just 20 males and 14 females logged thus far these ages are currently 39 and 58. Three boys failing to reach their first birthday have an impact on such a small sample.
The last time I looked, nineteen people had died of Covid-19 in Filey and Hunmanby. Over a year of lockdown walks, I have only met one person who caught the disease – and have heard already of two people in the town severely damaged by the “vaccines”. I think we will have to get used to many vaccine related deaths that will be blamed on Covid. And, if we don’t take the jab, learning what it is like to be a social outcast or concentration camp inmate. Life under tyranny lacks appeal. It makes a nuclear war seem attractive. (Bang better than whimper.) Either way…
Most of my research time this week has been taken up with preparing for a winter campaign on the St Oswald’s churchyard front. I have failed miserably to regularly upload headstone photographs to the FamilySearch Shared Tree – or to get to grips with volunteering at Billion Graves. I am now looking to concentrate my forces on supplying photographs to Wiki Tree. I risk getting bogged down again because each photograph I place there will require at least one personal profile to be created.
I have a dream – that I might be able to set up a production line that will see a headstone photo with its transcription and a brief life sketch find a place on three platforms, as if by magic.
Make that four. While nosing around Find a Grave yesterday, I noticed two requests for photographs of graves in Filey churchyard. I had one “in stock” but the second was an unfamiliar name that isn’t listed in the East Yorkshire Family History Society survey books (2014/15).
It was blowing a gale this morning but the rain had yet to arrive. I found stone 2 sheltering in the lee of the north wall.
On the way home, I bumped into an “old Filonian”. On impulse, I asked if he had known Dicky Mint. I received an affirmative nod but had to press to learn that Dicky “always had a story to tell”. No examples were offered, alas.
Back at the ranch, I fired up the computer, joined the Find a Grave community, claimed the two photo requests and fulfilled them straight away. About four hours later I received the first thank you. FaG beats Billion Graves for its “system” being proof against the idiot writing this post. But when I have my system up and running I’ll give BG another go.
I hope to return to telling family stories next week.