My Nan was a Werewolf

Don't get me started or I'll info dump for hours.  Story I most enjoyed was finding a petty criminal in the Scrubs and digging all his prison records out of the archives at Kew, complete with Victorian mug shot... all in the days before any of this was online and it took some serious detective work. Then I got my paws on the original police statements with this Inspector recounting how he'd run around half of Yorkshire to catch the little toe rag.

Oh and then there was the murder!  If any one knows the Three horse Shoes in Enfield next to Danby court - he's in my tree.  There were pages and page in the times about that one.  

Then there was the artillery man who died on Guernsey; his only surviving child was my 3x g grand mother, Henrietta, and born not long before he passed - that one took a lot of detective work to crack.  Poor little Henrietta and mum were then apprehended under the poor law for wandering and begging and packed of to Yorkshire where they had never been in their lives to be dependant on the parish there being as that is where our artillery man came from.

Then there's a whole bunch of bruisers and likely lads in Cumberland who were in trouble with the law for being too handy with their fists, or else in the papers for winning wrestling matches.

Then there's our Charlotte who's obituary confuses her father with another of the same name and lauds him for some achievements her never did and some which he did do and links her supposedly to the Red Barn murders.  

And we are related to Jonathan Quiller Couch... distantly...

The list goes on, but you'd maybe all fall asleep.  Lol

Don't get me started or I'll info dump for hours.  Story I most enjoyed was finding a petty criminal in the Scrubs and digging all his prison records out of the archives at Kew, complete with Victorian mug shot... all in the days before any of this was online and it took some serious detective work. Then I got my paws on the original police statements with this Inspector recounting how he'd run around half of Yorkshire to catch the little toe rag.

Oh and then there was the murder!  If any one knows the Three horse Shoes in Enfield next to Danby court - he's in my tree.  There were pages and page in the times about that one.  

Then there was the artillery man who died on Guernsey; his only surviving child was my 3x g grand mother, Henrietta, and born not long before he passed - that one took a lot of detective work to crack.  Poor little Henrietta and mum were then apprehended under the poor law for wandering and begging and packed of to Yorkshire where they had never been in their lives to be dependant on the parish there being as that is where our artillery man came from.

Then there's a whole bunch of bruisers and likely lads in Cumberland who were in trouble with the law for being too handy with their fists, or else in the papers for winning wrestling matches.

Then there's our Charlotte who's obituary confuses her father with another of the same name and lauds him for some achievements her never did and some which he did do and links her supposedly to the Red Barn murders.  

And we are related to Jonathan Quiller Couch... distantly...

The list goes on, but you'd maybe all fall asleep.  Lol