Yohoo, I’m back…..

Hello folks, you have noticed (or more likely not) that I have been missing for a while from my page. That is because I have been struggling to finish my book and get it into print and with a great deal of help from my long suffering family I finally reached my goal! Yipee…mentally turns…

Worth a Thousand Words?

Originally posted on Kathy Sharp:
Once upon a time novels used to be illustrated. My copy of Emily Brontë’s Wuthering Heights, which belonged to my late mother-in-law, is a dull little book at a glance – until you open it and find the illustrations. Your feeling for the story – your curiosity – is awakened…

Granfer Henry Reads the News; Every Day Lives in Weymouth; 1884.

What I find fascinating about mooching through old newspapers is not only the sensational crimes and usual misdemeanours that fill the columns of the local papers, but also those mundane snippets that give us every day glimpses of our Victorian ancestors lives. In some sense, they really weren’t that much different from us. Take The…

Naughty Naughty…Knocker Wrenching.

Originally posted on NOTHE FORT AND BEYOND…:
Throughout its history, Weymouth’s Red Barracks and Nothe Fort have seen various troops come and go. Some good, some bad, some just plain bored and a few high spirited. Their boots marched through the town on parades, they wooed and (sometimes) wed the local girls, or maybe snatched a sneaky bit…

Men of the Sea; Weymouth 1869

Not surprisingly, Weymouth and Portland folk have always looked to the sea for their favour and fortunes. However, old Father Neptune is a fickle master, sometimes he gives us untold riches…but he also has the ability to take those we love. Such was the sad case in September of 1869. You and I might think of Greenhill as…

The Dorset Ooser

Originally posted on Dorset County Museum:
This monstrous wooden mask, a bull’s hair and horns mounted on its low brow, was used to scare people at midwinter gatherings. Another was reported at Shillingstone and there may have been many more throughout Dorset, Somerset and Wiltshire.  The Rev. William Barnes defines Ooser, oose or wu’se, as…

19th c New Years Eve in ‘Dorset Lunatic Asylum.’

This New Year’s Eve musing takes on a slightly different tone. Maybe not quite so light a subject as I would normally cover, but it’s a subject that I feel strongly about and that I think often gets brushed under the carpet. (The words used, though not nowadays politically correct, are ones that were used during…