“As a lover of Genealogy for some time, I have held the conviction that this is the most underrated experience available to us all.
It is fine to uncover a list of dates sometimes going back to the War of the Roses, you may even have uncovered a hanging in the family, this had created a great deal of after dinner debate, but in many cases, the discussion lasts as long as poor Tommy could hold his breath,
When I created my own family tree I happily to have commenced half through the Queen Victoria reign.
But even then all I had were dates.
When my time on this wonderful earth of ours is over, what will I be leaving for my youngest,grand kids,
At least when I was a child it was my grandfather who hinted that he had placed two empty tins of Golden Syrup Treacle, 10 feet to the left and 9 from the right, and 10 ft deep. he even drew a map no worse than one described by old pirate,s with a sense of humour, even the apple tree was marked with a skull and cross bones. taking centre stage in the garden.
Doing a estimate of how much in old white fivers, could be hidden in a similar tin and came up with
£10,000 multiply x 2 and my mouth watered even today.
The problem was that the house was now owned by a Quaker.,
Unbeknown to me or my brother this was a family joke, that they had planed during the war, and expected at some time one of us Kids would dig this part of the garden, a texture loke solid clay, that even an out of work gardener who we invited to assist had refused the dig,
When the family finance took a downward turn, in 1951. and we had to sell our wonderful home I once asked my Grandfather why my Dad hadn’t dug the garden up. to retrieve the two tins. before selling the house,
Even though he had only weeks to live my question shortened the date by over 50% as he started to laugh and never stopped until the Caretaker carried out his skillful duty.
His loved one,s could never understand the smile he had on his face, not seen after the battle of Loos a gas assault took place but the shifting winds caused their own troops to suffer, with more British affected than Germans. Albert was one of the lucky one and I was the only person who could make him laugh,
As I look in the Family Album today, all I see is Albert Russell Born 1877 Birmingham Warks,married to Jane Jones known as Jennie.
What sort of Genealogy is that, ?
It is missing the important ingredients mostly pictorial. but certainly the word “What did he like, what were his hobbies, and loves, If I place Elvis on Google I even know what he had for breakfast on his final day.
You may say “Yes but that was The King” OK but except for a few songs that I enjoyed he was no more than a king in my mothers household. than my grandad Albert.
whilst he lived he was God.
This is the reason I started to improve on my family tale, to save the kids from the expense,
Personally I didn’t wish to go back further than 1850
The first fill in, will be my Grand Mother on my Fathers side Pictures I have none although I intend to colour in a life that I find was memorable of not for general consumption but certainly for me.
“Forgive me Gan,
but only 50 year late.”
All I know about my Gran is that she was born on January 1860. to a father George Hume and a mother Jane.
The family were from Portsmouth which was a army camp.
It appears that mother was a great believer in after life and even took her 10 year old daughter Charlotte to see a cousin Solly. for advice in what path the girl should take, with of course there parents support.
Solly took one look at the girl and advised Pole Vaulting. a new Olympic event, when asked why by Jane her brother without pulling a face joked have you seen the length of her legs.
He then settled down to what is called Ball Gazing.
What do you have in mind Charlotte a prime way of showing he hadn’t got a clue.
“I like sowing,” This means that if you do bad things to people, bad things will happen to you, or good things if you do good things. It is normally used when someone has done something bad. that’s enough to put any girl onto the wring path.
Jane smiled happy with the sermon. pleased that George her husband wasn’t present for he was a very hard task master. and a non believer.
I remember speaking to you at a dinner party Charlotte I told my wife that you had the making of a comedian . stared the doom maker.
I don’t know if the science was a success or not for during the next 5 years his name Solly was no longer mentioned as a family friend.
George had been teaching his favorite daughter the importance of mending and sowing.
for although he had become a printer by trade whilst in the Army he had worked in the
Portsmouth, Garrison, of the Black Watch.
It must have been his love of clothing that shaped Charlotte towards . (Knitting & Sewing) claiming that a woman who sews and makes clothes,professionally will never starve.
One day he spent a great deal of his time showing the Black Watch tweeds that he had worn on more than one battle,
Perhaps a 7 year old was gullible to an over bearing father but from then on there was nothing the girl could not complete, once started making a garment from nothing to a cloth of gold. .
One day at Pimlico she saw a mother sitting in the snow, with a young child no older than 10 year. Chas a student saw the mothers clothing were tattered and worn but the girl had reached a dangerous stage of Hypothermia,
“Madam can I give you some advice, your daughter has a coat with a hole in it, the hole is across the girls chest yet the ripped coat has a piece of cloth hanging from the base, that will be keeping her one leg warm from her knee down.
It would take me 5 minutes to cut that bit off and mend the coat to look reasonable and keep the girl warm.
The girl was past any congratulation stage Charlotte sent the pair to stand in the School entrance, with her own heavy coat over the girls shoulders,
In 4 minutes she had used a pair of scissors borrowed from a market stall holder and stitched two feet by two feet of surplus cloth into the hole you couldn’t the coat had been mended.
The result a cheer from the market, grafters.
When home she didn’t have to tell her father what she had done for Rose the home help was already quick to respond
Her father without heaping praise, went into a debate how successful an apprenticeship as a seamstress, would certainly be a success,
“In fact name me any occupation, were the loss of a finger and thumb would mean the loss of your work”
Charlotte was getting stuck into her mothers stew. by the time she had taken just one spoonful. She said.
and my friend Peter who permanently picks his noes..
Father looked towards the ceiling and smiled, for that was the most you would ever get from him the other siblings old enough to understand the skill that the answer required burst out laughing.
However George had realised that the girl was ready to work for a living.
She began a apprenticeship mending Wigs she hated it from day one and had been given permission by father to ask for the right to escape the apprenticeship clause claiming an unhealthy profession.
What George realised and so did the the Wig maker was that the art was dying ion its feet and helped on by a letter reproduced in the Times, written by Queen Victoria, to her daughter, laughing at the Wig she had worn at a German function.
At last Charlotte received a brilliant offer from a leading hotel mending garments for there clients. because it was a quality hotel, and the goods were of the very best quality there was very little that she couldn’t mend.
Thing,s were on the upper at Islington, she had shown the attributes Silly had seen through his cheap Crystal ball. “Happy Girl loved by all. entertainment a possibility”.
If what happened next had been shown to Solly, not only would he have stated “I told you So” the family would have disowned him.
Father George would have planned a different course and ignored the small fortune that he was about to make. for a occupation on the stage for even a star, was Sacrilege.
A Lithographic Printer, with an apprentice in house was a great success. certainly for an ex soldier.
Morton was father of the Music Hall revolution. the Canterbury Hall he was his great asset and shrewd enough to know that the comic singers brought in the crowds. the first to offer sheet music for the clients of all class’s to join in singing along.in fact during this period a vast proportion of songs and music were adapted to make the sing along the most crucial part of the entertainment
1884 on January 5th Charlotte Hume a 17 year old trainee seamstress is looking in her mirror, and searching for her small wish box, if she closes her eye’s she can see the previous nights rendition of “The Boys in the Gallery” a song that she can not get out of her head.
She just cant stop herself singing along in the same way that the star of the show had last night. the words were magical then and the same now, .
“I’m a young girl, and have just come over,
Over from the country where they do things big,
And amongst the boys I’ve got a lover,
And since I’ve got a lover, why I don’t care a fig.
“The boy I love is up in the gallery,
The boy I love is looking now at me,
There he is, can’t you see, waving his handkerchief,
As merry as a robin that sings on a tree”
What ever room there is in her thoughts it has now been much reduces by this music sheet. .
The call from the family house maid Rose shakes her to attention, “Come along miss you will be late.”
As soon as she walked into the kitchen, her father George was glowing with excitement,
“Was the Hall full again last night Chas.
“Yes father, we could have sold another 50.”
This contract by Morton was a great success, a pity that the Shrewed Morton had introduce a clause if George Hume did sheets for other Halls without this clause the Hume’s would have been £millonnares,
Charlotte was almost breathless, all she had to do was walk down the families steep stairs, but her mind was awash with last nights entertainment.
Her father the Lithographic printer had been in at an early stage printing cheap sheet music, for the boom that had hit the country.
The young girl had literally run all over the place making sure that all the Hall’s customers, had a music sheet that they could join in the singing with shows stars.
What no one had remembered in the Hume household was the other thing that Solly had offered as a Charlotte rout to fame and that didn’t include Seamstress
But all Charlotte could remember was that on three occasions the sound of the “Boy in the Gallery,” and the words seemed to be just a song but not for her, the girls thoughts and dreams.had been increased massively. for although she loved her work in the garment industry, it was music that she idolized.
“We will need to be early tonight father”
George smiled, his daughter was indeed a great asset not only in the garment industry ,she was a help with his sheet music,
The Hume household were not usual.in fact they were well off, and even if they were one of just a small % of Victorians, happy content with there lot, they were hard working and still sleeked improvement,
Like many a young child, of there time in the middle class,s Charlotte was loved and protected. In her case she already had a bright future, her father loved her even though he had a bad way of showing it on many occasion.
But as last night had shown, this girl was a budding star, a shame that there had been none of her loved ones to have witnessed the event, she had joined in from the back of the stalls, and shown to anyone present, she could sing in fact her voice was exceptional unlike many a Music Hall performer, all it was in the majority of cases, was personality and this teenager oozed that in abundance. Last night the girl had arrived on time with the 500 sheet music printed hot off the press, so to speak, every song to be sung, were clearly printed like Hymns in a Church,
The Music Hall manager happy with the service, had allowed the girl to take a position at the back of the stalls. to watch the show for free,
But it was her timing, that made the evening such a success, on stage they had the great stars and for those in the cheaper seats, would be egged on by this young girl those who didn’t know the procedure they would quite often ask her for an autograph.thinking she was part of the show.
Before the end of the entertainment Charlie would run home non stop. out of the dangers that a Victorian age created. usually her timing would be perfect and she would be home by 9.0
After she was home she would pop in to keep her father abreast with the success, of his enterprise and and comments made by the manager. there was no doubt opportunities that come when least expected it was fate and the success of the family business that had opened up a new world Charlie had only dreamed of, carrying out her function as a seamstress was now a a detraction, but only after 5.0 before then life was one rehearsal every new song that her father was given to print up for a show, the girl had learned it off by heart within hours.
Any one working at the Hotel had known for ages that they had a star in the making, for at every moment of the day she sang. if not she would be making the other seamstresses laugh.
Star,s on stage were enormously popular most of which were talking not singing a sort of a musical comedy the market for new songs unabated, an outsider who watched from afar could clearly witness the
But like all great plans, nothing ever goes smoothly but no one would have expected such a disaster that was about to strike.
George who would sometimes work into the late hours, happy that every one was safe in bed
This one evening George had a premonition, fed up of hearing from many friends, acquaintances and even relations,
“If I was you George I would be careful letting your Charlotte out alone dies she go past the “Devil’s Mile,” on her trip home”?
George was no fool he knew the dangers that existed late at night after hours, Charlotte had been told that once the Sheets had been delivered she must be home at once.
For most of the time he had seen his tall beauty, striding along like a marathon runner, no later than 8.0
But when he had read this newspaper feature in the times called “Dirty Old London”, it played on his mind resulting in a more protectionist approach. what with Jack the Tipper not yet caught.
One evening his concern increased to a phobia, He began to shake, he immediately got changed into his more sturdy shoes and overcoat, and began to walk, on a 30 min trip, The Canterbury Music Hall was pure class.
Why this particular night he was never able to give an answer, This Music Hall had been much improved, by Charles Morton the owner, a Hackney boy who had made it big, this would be no slum. even if surrounding areas may have been a little dodgy late at night.
Walking at a great pace the ex soldier arrived a little perturbed not having seen his daughter on his trip.he had though that he would have done so,
The theater was full and he was surprised to hear the noise and rowdiness from the pits, he could also see many people drinking whilst the show was in full flow.
He was to be shocked even further when high above the sound of those on stage he could hear the clear voice of his daughter, joining in the chorus.
“Charlotte Charlotte” his own firm voice shaped by years as a Sergeant Major, was drowned completely, it was only when he was in touching distance, that his daughter recognised him.
FATHER , Charlotte was nothing but shrewd and she new that she was in serious trouble.
The brisk walk back home between 8,30 and 9.0 was frightening on both sides, fortunately for the girl non of the debauchery and danger that the newspaper story had depicted, took place, what her father had read about would be much later however George had been deceived, and someone would suffer.
As for Charlotte’s dream,s they were about to be shattered, it was this moment that all her dreams, had ended.killed off even before there birth
Chapter 2. Banned from her Home. but Charlotte finds her Boy.