| Most families exist in both fact and fantasy.The extended Bird Childs Goldsmith family is full of unsolved mysteries by mostly men dominating the image within and outside the family. Some for the very best of reasons at the time. This has caused and still causes misery suspicion envy and malice. Feuds which are incomprehensible to many family members, buried in the mists of time.With a rigorous documented academic study of the family history with reference to the social mores of the time suspicion and prejudices are illuminated, giving family members an understanding of who they are and why they are. Once again we have to suffer a male member of the family who needs to rewrite family history to maintain his view of the myths. At each generation males were and are dominant and take decisions with no regard to the womenfolk. Any paperwork which conflicted with their view of the respectable family was ruthlessly destroyed when houses were cleared after the death of a family member.(1) Women were not allowed to see or to be aware of these documents. We have only been able to untangle relationships and parentages by purchasing the relevant Birth, Marriage, and Death, Certificates
(1) Maurice , Dudley and Spencer Childs , John Julius Watson, Mazasitisz Wallace bothers and the Rumsey brothers. Also Gertrude Bird's room in the Childs' house was cleared immediately after she died and the contents transferred to Norman's.
Those who do not know their history are forced to relive it. No progress, ignorance OK Contributed by a family member.
"I hate you and the whole family hate you ( for creating this website), my sister thinks you are 'despicable 'and my wife and two sons say you are 'stark raving mad' . With such a site manager we are all in danger of having absolutely anything up there and without redress" ( transcipt from telephone conversation July 2007 with Spencer Childs , now sadly deceased)
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THE PAST 1998
For most the past they'd serve up cold and laden with disdain. Avowing there'd be nothing there that could be fit for gain. And yet it seems that once the while a brush with fonder times, Assuages appetites submerged, unfurls the twists of time. Can we distil rich memories of days dull down in melt? Extract them from the blazoned stains of years that fell between. Divide them down and sift them through, from those more keenly felt. Restore the individual tones of memory's grey silt.
Maurice Bird |