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Katy Fegan and the Curragh Of Kildare

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My Inbox held a special treat - news of the new album by a special Voice in my life - Kevin Rowland. 
I've been listening to the Dexy's marvellous music for years apart from an interlude with cassette tapes of Play School and Peter Coombe! http://www.petercombe.com.au/  for my daughter's pre-school education. Now for my grandson's musical edification I play 'C'mon Eileen' to show the kind of place I came from  - hanging out at the corner shop!

I'm revived by my Muse; K.R.'s vocal instrument gets me into gear with writing novel scenes about my young Roundhead/Red-coated lovers - working title, "Love in an English Republic". 
NEW MODEL ARMY - THE FIRST REDCOATS

Nothing like some aural passion as high and pure as the Puritans were aiming for with Biblical Scripture. So glad Kev survived the drug abuse didn't lose his blessed biological asset!

"Take Me Home Again Kathleen" is Mum's favourite because of her name, but after finally …

Pirates of Execution Dock: Lost Valley of London

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WINTER SOLSTICE IN THE OLDE WORLD MOTHER COUNTRY

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T'IS THE SEASON TO BE JOLLY - especially in the Winter of the Northern Hemisphere - To stop from freezing, families re-unite, cousins kiss under the mistletoe, and neighbours go back and forth from each others hearths full of feasting and funny stories from the 2015 year!
For migrants to Australia like my Leeds born husband and I Brummy bred, the old ways of our ancestors are recovered from the internet and recorded on a Soundcloud! 
It's hot and muggy now and the McNeill-Higgins tribe is expanding and thriving - we acknowledge the First Peoples who arrived on this Continent approx. 60,000 years ago.  Our shortest day of the year is 21st June, so every year we celebrate the anniversary when hubby and I met at a winter solstice feast in Fitzroy, Melbourne many moons ago.
Then there's that glitch in revolutionary England when Christmas was legislated into another ordinary, business as usual day: http://www.historyextra.com/feature/no-christmas-under-cromwell-puritan-assault-chris…

THE UNKNOWN CITIZENS

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Born in America 1907, W.H. Auden grew up in Solihull, Birmingham, son of a Doctor.





















Born on High St. Selly Oak,1902, Albert Higgins, son of a Sand-blaster at Ariel Cycle Works who died of T.B.(28yrs), when his sons were 3 and 1year old.

Though he had no Union ticket...Auntie said 
Grandad was no ordinary worker, some kind of
Mechanical Engineer, grateful to Herbert Austin's
Drive, energy and inventiveness.

Edwardian progress presented scholarship 
For smart working-class boys but
Grammar school was a long way on the bus,
Didn't suit...

Best bet, an Apprenticeship at a Factory
For gifted sons good at running numbers in their
Heads, in note-books, brothers in tandem 
Betting shops and an active membership
Of the Conservative Party, Selly Oak branch.

Can't tell what he believed, because 
Of Parkinson's Disease; short shuffles, shakes,
Tremor and Tea spilling into his saucer, 
But that didn't prevent him teaching us 
Grandkids draughts.

Than todays, so he shuffled around the house and play…

BONDS OF BISHOPS GATE

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MY MATERNAL CLARK FAMILY TREE IS FIRMLY ROOTED IN ANCIENT LONDON - 10th GG William Clark b.1655 in Whitechapel to Commonwealth soldiers John and Thomasine Clark has family in Bishopsgate - his Grandmother a Thomasine Bond, daughter of THOMAS BOND b 1583.his Great Grandfather.

ST.THOMAS seems to be a favourite Saint, the 'doubting' Apostle.

The Neighbourhood of Bishopsgate attracted many of the cultural icons we appreciate to this day, their ideas and thoughts truly expressed, resonate still.

Metaphysical POET  John Donne is also Rector of St Benet Gracechurch and records the marriage of my lucky 13th Grandparents! His handwriting makes it hard to read what Thomas Bond's occupation is so please let me know if you can decipher it!

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EVEN OVER 400 YEARS SOME OF THE FACES IN BISHOPSGATE STREET MY ANCESTRAL KIN AND I BOTH MIGHT RECOGNISE: 








EARLY MODERN RATCLIFF WORKERS OF SAILORS TOWN!

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THE TRADERS MEDLEY
I'VE FOLLOWED THE ROOTS OF MY MATERNAL LINE OF COCKNEY CLARK ANCESTORS TO THE PORT OF LONDON AND EAST END DOCKS...link here to a summary of 
The living environment of kith and kin.


Within this den of iniquities were a community of shopkeeper/traders who were converted to the Religious Society of Friends, (founded by Lancashire non-conformist, George Fox). It was a risky business becoming a Quaker. 

Quakers believe everyone has what they call 'that of God' within them and that each of us has direct access to God. There is, therefore, no need of clergy or only receiving Divine Truth from the Bible alone!
The Parish of Stepney was a haven of Dissenters in the 17th century, and my ancestors are recorded at the Redcliffe Meeting house and the Bunhill Cemetry on Broad Street/Schoolhouse Lane.
Being a Dissenter means arbitary persecution so to keep the Faith is a revolutionary act.


7th Great Grandfather Abraham Aker's birth was recorded at the Meeting House at Ra…

IN THE REIGN OF KING CHARLES 1st 1625-1649

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MY EAST-ENDERS - EAST OF ALDGATE
Baby Girl, Ann Clark born 23rd March 1626, baptised at St. Mary Matfelon Whitechapel 28th March to Great Grandparents x 12 John and Margaret Clark nee Lloyd, of the TOWER HAMLETS.

Baby boy JOHN CLARK Grt Grandfather x 11) was baptised St John of Wapping on 5th April 1629. Baby boy George Clark was baptised at St. John's on 6th March 1632.


Having access to the geneology of my ancestors has enabled a deeper learning of the territorial conflicts of my UK heritage. Growing up in Birmingham in the 1970's this 400 year history between Westminster and her Gaelic cousins was in the daily news.
The conflict got closer to home one day when I answered the phone to a strange man who said he was going to throw a bomb through our window us I.R.A. murderers.
Mum found out at the factory our house was published in the 'Evening Mail' as an armed I.R.A. house. Police had arrested a man age 26 Exeter Rd. Selly Oak. With no comma after 26, our home was a targ…