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.

A Tale of Two Hannahs

Researching further into the GASH/STONEHOUSE family I found that Hannah, born in 1854 to David GASH and Anne GLENTON, had married. At the time of the 1891 Census, she was staying with her parents in Sands Road, Hunmanby, described as “Single” but given the surname “SHANTON”. With her was a grandson of David, six-year-old William Shanton. I looked at the page image and saw this unusual family name as THORNTON. Further delving revealed that both Hannah and William had been enumerated twice. They were listed at their home in Cooks Row, Scarborough with John Thornton, 72, and his other son John, 12. John senior’s advanced age, 35 years greater than Hannah’s, sent me to the page image.  He was indeed in his seventies and would die at the end of  1891.

He married Hannah on 7th March 1878 at All Saints Church, Scarborough. They were both of “full age” and both residing at 21 Cook’s Row. Their actual ages were 59 and 23 and they would bring two children into the world, John in 1879 and William in 1884.

The next discovery was a census record for old John in 1871 showing his wife Hannah was born in 1819, not 1854.

It isn’t unusual for someone to marry twice, with both spouses having the same given name. It was quite a surprise, however, to find that John had married Hannah GLENTON in October 1845. Hannah “the First” turns out to be the aunt of Hannah “the Second”.

The marriage register in 1845 reveals Hannah’s father is George, a fishmonger. The 1841 Census shows him living in The Bolts, Scarborough, with his wife (another Hannah) and 15-year-old son, Ambrose. Both of his daughters had flown the nest. Anne, 17, was working nearby in Sandgate as a domestic servant to Benjamin SHAW, a baker.

John’s first marriage produced three children. Elizabeth died aged 6 years and the third child, John, didn’t survive his first year. I haven’t found a record for William’s death. He was twelve in 1861 and it is reasonable to suppose he died before the William of John’s second marriage was born. It is curious that Hannah the Second agreed to her sons being given the same names as her Aunt Hannah’s dead boys.

A George Glenton who married Hannah DARLEY features prominently on FamilySearch Tree but I will follow the lead suggested by a fishmonger of the same name marrying Hannah ARMSTRONG in Scarborough in 1814.

Find Hannah the Second on FST. A few years after John’s death she appears to have married again and died aged 66 in 1921. When I’ve confirmed details I will add the information to the World Tree.

Today on Filey Bay.


Further to yesterday’s link post. It appears that four Englishmen shamed themselves and their country after the England v Tunisia match last Monday. Three inebriated “football supporters” and a “reporter” who sometimes writes for The Guardian. Graham Phillips takes them all to task, using industrial language.

England Nazi-Salute Fans

Response to Shaun Walker’s ‘Nazi Song’ allegations


Sudden Death

On Thursday morning, as Mr. William Pashby, fishmonger, of Filey, was in the act of dressing himself after getting out of bed, he felt rather unwell, sat down in his chair, and died almost immediately. Deceased was 85 years of age.

The Scarborough Mercury, Saturday, 12 November 1859

As a Folkton man, William’s ancestors are few on Filey Genealogy & Connections. His male line goes a little further back on the FamilySearch tree but in an unconvincing fashion. It is a different story with his direct descendants. Five of nine children raised families – giving him over 30 grandchildren. I lost count figuring the succeeding generation’s output. Nineteenth-century marriages bring several Filey dynasties into play and some of their forebears go back to the 1500s.

One has to journey way further into the mists to reach the common ancestor of wise apes and the representative of the Phocidae family cast up on Herring Hill this morning. Between 80 and 100 million years to be inexact.


The seal was silent, and looked uncomfortable rather than distressed. It did not seem to be upset by the handful of people gathered nearby. Someone had already phoned for help but the RSPCA would be at least an hour in coming. Attempts to contact Sea Life in Scarborough hadn’t yet been successful.

The creature had a nasty wound to the throat; not so deep as to appear immediately life-threatening. The bleeding had stopped. First thoughts of observers were that it had become entangled in nets but the suggestion that its throat had been cut by a fisherman was not ruled out. Grey and common seals are protected by law on this coast all year round – from being killed, injured or taken, but that would not stay the hand of some men. A couple of years ago, while walking on the Brigg, a very unwise ape pointed to the bobbing head of a seal some yards from shore and said, “He’s taking our fish.”

Let’s see where the Sixth Extinction takes us.