“I was born the fourth, last, and unwanted child of parents who should never have had children at all.”
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Welcome New Visitors
We’ve had a slew of visitors over the past couple of hours after one of Louise’s posts was shared on Facebook by a large, national-level history organisation, so I thought I had better put a note up here.
There haven’t been any major posts on the site for a while, but fairly regular minor pieces are added to some other Social Media sites on a fairly regular basis – especially Facebook and Instagram, with Twitter getting some love from us as well.
We are also planning on returning to G+ and Tumblr with the next update.
We also have a presence on the Fediverse, with Mastodon and Pixelfed accounts – don’t worry if you haven’t heard of either of these, WWLIF is the first to post regularly on Family History and Genealogy on those platforms.
Meanwhile, Louise is hard at work assembling an entirely new section of the site – this probably won’t see the light of day until the end of the year, but it is going to take a lot more work before it is finished – I’m trying to persuade her to fit some longer posts in as well in the meantime.
I’ve got some more ideas for short videos, so hopefully some of them will be up soon as well.
Until then, have a good look around, and don’t forget to follow us on our Social Media.
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Hello World!
Every blog has to start somewhere and so today I thought it was apt to start this journey on a day where I am celebrating the birth of my only son. Birthdays bring memories and my memories are all caught up with family and this birthday marked the true beginning of my journey into family history research.
(Baby Scan – 17th Jan 1995)
On a day much hotter than today 21 years ago, my boy entered this world looking like he had been on holiday somewhere hot as he had pinched all my iron and had a golden tan already. He was perfection and a ray of light at a time that was one of the darkest periods in my life. When he was born I was already separated from his dad and divorce followed not long after his birth. It was a difficult time. He had an older sister and we were now on our own and I wasn’t sure I could do this parenting thing on my own. Twenty-one years is perfect hindsight because I now see that I could but back then in the moment, my world was a very scary place to be. Continue reading