to look at this morning's post

My Genealogist's Magazine came through the letterbox. This set my thinking for a while about family history, about my family, about letters received in the past, about how all of my post these days is from huge sodding c**nt's bank.

My great-great-grandmother was small and dynamic, Ellen, wife of a methodist minister who lived in Hornsey, London seventy years ago. She wrote letters which have survived. She never mentioned her brother Arthur Smith, warehouseman in south-east London, and I want to find out more about him. On a snatched lunch break I found that his son Ernest Godfrey Smith died in Lewisham in 1957.