Family Stories

All families have stories; some stories are almost myths… did my ancestors really come from Sweden? Were they really river pilots or pirates operating out of the east coast port of King’s Lynn? Some family stories are true, although some facts may be hidden; my great-grandparents loved each other across a religious divide, but where and how did they meet? Some family stories are only revealed through census records and some genealogical detective work. I want to tell the stories of my family, and others who otherwise might be lost in the past.

Chicken pie

We have some friends coming for dinner tomorrow and I’m going to make a chicken pie, with bacon and a nice sauce, and maybe some mushrooms. My mum was a marvellous pastry maker, and her pies, whatever the filling were always gorgeous, golden and crispy and yummy. The top of the pastry was crisp, the […]

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Cheers, grandpa

This glass must be nearly a hundred years old; it is always used as a champagne glass and that’s how I always think of it, although it’s not the traditional shape. The set I have belonged to my grandpa from when he had a pub called the Portland Arms in Cambridge. He died in 1950 […]

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Town not gown

Sometimes, when I say I was born and brought up in Cambridge people accuse me (yes accuse is not too strong a word!) accuse me of being posh. They associate Cambridge with the prestigious university which has been there for about eight hundred years, not the town which has been there for two thousand if […]

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