When we moved to Bath a few months ago, I felt very much that it was my h-t-b's neck of the woods. His family all live in Somerset and he grew up not very far from here, whereas I grew up in Nottingham and I have no connection with the West Country. Not My Patch - or so I thought.
My parents are here at the moment and my dad's brought with him a folder containing an old letter and some family trees. It turns out that my family have LOADS of connections with Bath! The letter is from my great-grandma's cousin Lily, who lived here and gives lots of the family history. All sorts of people on my great-grandma's side of the family lived here and were married here back in the 18th and 19th century. And my great-great-great-great-great grandpa (I think it's five greats perhaps four) was a builder and actually built two houses here in Bath in 1790-ish. He lived in one of them with his four kids for years!
My mum and dad are currently watching my eldest two kids perform in the school Christmas show (I had to go yesterday with youngest daughter for the dress rehearsal). And when my parents come back, we are going to walk down the road and see the houses built by a Mr William Osmond, our relative, over 200 years ago. I'm getting shivers down my spine whenever I think about all that history, all those family stories, all the connections. Suddenly I feel like I DO belong here after all.
The Territory – Truth
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