<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:49:56.735Z</updated><title type='text'>My Memories</title><subtitle type='html'>since 1936&lt;br&gt;include sounds of the blitz bombing of Birmingham, Coventry and Solihull&lt;br&gt;
Germany in ruins 1959&lt;br&gt;
the site of Belsen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-1425293947524946319</id><published>2009-11-06T17:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T17:40:29.707Z</updated><title type='text'>YouTube - Rondo for Band by Roger Swift</title><summary type='text'>YouTube - Rondo for Band by Roger Swift: "Rondo for Band by Roger Swift played by The Band of Corps of Royal Engineers (Aldershot) conducted by Capt. E. G. Horabin RE and broadcast on BBC Radio 4 programme 'BANDSTAND' (31st May 1966)."</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZRbqPppVp0&amp;feature=sdig&amp;et=1257522527.52' title='YouTube - Rondo for Band by Roger Swift'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/1425293947524946319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/1425293947524946319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2009_11_01_archive.html#1425293947524946319' title='YouTube - Rondo for Band by Roger Swift'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-4749910751568150394</id><published>2008-09-05T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-09-05T02:31:10.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Clifton College</title><summary type='text'>Clifton College - Upper - Houses - School House: "During the Second World War Clifton was occupied by the American First Army, and General Omar Bradley had his headquarters in School House. Bradley and General Eisenhower used the housemaster’s current study as their planning room for D-Day."and I boarded  there 1949 to 1953 and had many conversations with my dear third form master and house </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.cliftoncollegeuk.com/NetCommunity/Page.aspx?pid=276' title='Clifton College'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/4749910751568150394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/4749910751568150394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4749910751568150394' title='Clifton College'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-116219516293018760</id><published>2006-10-30T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-10-30T07:59:24.476Z</updated><title type='text'>UK Aeronautical Information Service (AIS)</title><summary type='text'>SelfBriefing - Welcome pageNotices to Airmen (NOTAM)  Notices concerning the condition or change to any facility, service or procedure notified within the AIP. NOTAM  are available in the form of Pre-Flight Information Bulletins (PIB) using a live database.Which site is bringing back memories of my days as a gliding instrucxtor and a private pilot - single engine - viusal flight rules . . </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/116219516293018760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/116219516293018760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116219516293018760' title='UK Aeronautical Information Service (AIS)'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113823388744445101</id><published>2006-01-26T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:04:47.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Royal Engineers Chatham</title><summary type='text'>Reunions: "In 2006 the RE Band will be celebrating it's 150th Anniversary and it is hoped that we can gather together as many ex-members as possible.The confirmed date for the Anniversary is June 1st 2006 and we are planning to hold a dinner in the Warrant Officers and Sergeants Mess, Brompton Barracks. Another event will coincide with the Open Weekend 15/16/17 September 2006."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113823388744445101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113823388744445101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113823388744445101' title='Royal Engineers Chatham'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113822382858028969</id><published>2006-01-25T21:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T21:32:10.250Z</updated><title type='text'>BAND OF THE CORPS OF ROYAL ENGINEERS ALDERSHOT</title><summary type='text'>RE Staff Band Aldershotdesktop size image  very large imageJ/Musn. J. Mason Musn. M. Collins J/Musn. B. Rance Musn. L. Ovenden Musn. T. Higgins Musn. V. Harcombe Musn. A. Mattey Musn. F. Loveridge Musn. J. Taylor Musn. M. Harvey Musn. E. Ashmore Musn. T. Reany L./Cpl. J. Stanford J/Musn. R. Brickwood Musn. J. Leese Musn. R. Gardner Musn. A. Sedgwick Musn. H. Watkins BMusn. M. Wood Musn. R. Walton</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113822382858028969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113822382858028969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113822382858028969' title='BAND OF THE CORPS OF ROYAL ENGINEERS ALDERSHOT'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113806292350497806</id><published>2006-01-24T00:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-24T00:35:23.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Pussy</title><summary type='text'>Oddly Enough News Article  Reuters.com: "AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - Dutch police have arrested a thief they dubbed the 'salamander man' who talked his way into the homes of dozens of unsuspecting people by saying he was looking for his lost salamander, hamster or iguana.Police said Monday they had been hunting the 33-year-old homeless man for months and that he had admitted to about 60 thefts in towns</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113806292350497806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113806292350497806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113806292350497806' title='Pussy'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113792729562064856</id><published>2006-01-22T10:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:54:55.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Encyclopedia of Silver Marks, Hallmarks &amp; Maker's Marks</title><summary type='text'>British HallmarksA typical set of antique British silver hallmarks shows(left to right) ; Standard Mark, City Mark, Date Letter, Duty Mark and Maker's MarkLondon Hallmarks dateshttp://www.925-1000.com/so the three crested  forks my grandfather was given in payment of a legal debt were made in 1833 in Londonand today The Goldsmiths' Company - Hallmarking Servicesall my other silver inherited from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113792729562064856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113792729562064856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113792729562064856' title='Encyclopedia of Silver Marks, Hallmarks &amp; Maker&apos;s Marks'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113774551861181236</id><published>2006-01-20T08:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:25:18.626Z</updated><title type='text'>at CPH airport</title><summary type='text'> about five years ago taken by my daughter Manja Kristoffersen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113774551861181236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113774551861181236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113774551861181236' title='at CPH airport'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113758504226756467</id><published>2006-01-18T11:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T11:50:42.340Z</updated><title type='text'>signal box</title><summary type='text'>GWR signalMy school friend H.V. A. Boxall, another Hugh, took this photograph for me and developed and printed it in the photography darkroom in the Science School at Clifton CollegeI wrote in about 1950:-The signal is of the type for use in restricted space tilting (ie rotating) The chip on the lower edge of the  arm was removed during the war by an out of gauge load - I used to visit the North </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113758504226756467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113758504226756467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113758504226756467' title='signal box'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113176063601698736</id><published>2005-11-12T01:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:00:27.563Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday MANJA KRISTOFFERSEN</title><summary type='text'> we had a great family party in Brumlebybut the cell phone photos are a bit blurredInger-Lise made a great cake and tacosStine, Kenneth and Frejawere there and Gry is off to the leftCopenhagen 2005 sweet seventeen on the fourteenth.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113176063601698736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113176063601698736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113176063601698736' title='Happy Birthday MANJA KRISTOFFERSEN'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113140606244010790</id><published>2005-11-07T23:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-07T23:27:42.570Z</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday CLAIRE WATKINS</title><summary type='text'>RootsWeb's WorldConnect Project: WATKINS LAPHAM 2005my first daughter still missing you 5 years now since I saw you, are you still in Nottingham? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113140606244010790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113140606244010790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113140606244010790' title='happy birthday CLAIRE WATKINS'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113113796275807655</id><published>2005-11-04T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:59:22.806Z</updated><title type='text'>St Johns-on-the-Hill, Chepstow</title><summary type='text'>Tutshill, ChepstowI really enjoyed my yars hereUK Boarding Schools � private schools, public schools and boarding schools in the UK writeSt John’s-on-the-Hill is situated in extensive, attractive grounds on the border of Monmouthshire and Gloucestershire, overlooking Chepstow Castle and the beautiful Wye Valley. Served by an excellent motorway system, just three miles from the old Severn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113113796275807655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113113796275807655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113113796275807655' title='St Johns-on-the-Hill, Chepstow'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-113081219720154495</id><published>2005-11-01T02:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-01T02:29:57.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary of First Wireless Cell Phone Call</title><summary type='text'>30th Anniversary of First Wireless Cell Phone Call: "Following the April 3, 1973, public demonstration, using a 'brick'-like 30-ounce phone, Cooper started the 10-year process of bringing the portable cell phone to market. Motorola introduced the 16-ounce 'DynaTAC' phone into commercial service in 1983, with each phone costing the consumer $3,500. It took seven additional years before there were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113081219720154495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/113081219720154495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113081219720154495' title='Anniversary of First Wireless Cell Phone Call'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112817655852388792</id><published>2005-10-01T14:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-01T14:50:23.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Widney Lane, neighbours and the woods</title><summary type='text'>all done and I am at the bus stop where the gas light used to be opposite my bedroomfootpath today but was  a double hedgethese two houses were commenced in 1939 and roofed and finished  after 1945 when the men came back from the  warthe way into  the wood originally a coppice called Parish Polestypical mid-englandoaks and holly bushes and  ivy danger volts and a musical humming with overtones </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817655852388792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817655852388792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112817655852388792' title='Widney Lane, neighbours and the woods'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112817618632847027</id><published>2005-10-01T13:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-13T03:51:28.660Z</updated><title type='text'>230 Widney Lane Solihull</title><summary type='text'> this is the third phase in the life of this house which was my childhood homeabout 1938 rented by my fatherabout 1945ish purchased by my widowed mother cheaply as a sitting tenantMy danish artist friend thinks the front door is horrible and badly proportioned.the apple tree has grown well with my mother's ashes spread at its footThis wall is too big and boring for a corner house,so I suggest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817618632847027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817618632847027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112817618632847027' title='230 Widney Lane Solihull'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112817493286641041</id><published>2005-10-01T13:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-10-01T13:58:12.246Z</updated><title type='text'>230 Widney Lane  Solihull</title><summary type='text'>"230 Widney Lane" Solihull - Google Search"B91 3JY" - Google SearchStreetmap.co.uk- search results B91 3JY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817493286641041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112817493286641041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112817493286641041' title='230 Widney Lane  Solihull'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112644344702765171</id><published>2005-09-11T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:16:08.736Z</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><summary type='text'>9/11 ranks along with the assassination of Kennedy and the death of Dennis Brain as days which I will never forget exactly where I was and what I was doing when I first heard the bad newsBBC ON THIS DAY 22 1963: Kennedy shot dead in Dallas and I was walking across the car park behind the theatre in Leedsand met a stage hand from the Royal Ballet touring company.I was going to spend the weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112644344702765171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112644344702765171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112644344702765171' title='9/11'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112589534006876585</id><published>2005-09-05T04:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-05T04:42:20.136Z</updated><title type='text'>military music</title><summary type='text'>Coldstream Guards: "Subsequent directors of music have been Lieutenant-Colonel 'Dick' Ridings, Major Roger Swift and Major David Marshall, with the international commitments of the Band continuing throughout. With Colonel Ridings, the Band toured Australia and New Zealand in 1984, returning there with Major Swift in 1988 to play at the bicentenary celebrations. It has also toured Japan twice as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112589534006876585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112589534006876585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112589534006876585' title='military music'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112144865194480490</id><published>2005-07-15T17:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-15T17:30:52.006Z</updated><title type='text'>The Few - a Battle of Britain Tribute.</title><summary type='text'>The Few - a Battle of Britain Tribute.The "Battle of Britain" and the pilots as "The Few". These brave pilots came fromall walks of life, many were trained and experienced, but most had come ...BOBHSOCThe Battle of Britain was a historic fact. We won it, the Germans lost it and in so doing suffered their first major reverse of the whole war. But by now, after over 60 years, the historical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112144865194480490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112144865194480490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112144865194480490' title='The Few - a Battle of Britain Tribute.'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112122425727896486</id><published>2005-07-13T03:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:10:57.323Z</updated><title type='text'>Usk railway station</title><summary type='text'>Usk railway station on the Coleford Monmouth Usk and Pontypool Railway line. Photographs and history of the Monmouthshire, Wales railway linemy granny lived just over the hillI could see the other tunnel mouth form the bottom of the garden</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112122425727896486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112122425727896486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112122425727896486' title='Usk railway station'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112115426275864317</id><published>2005-07-12T07:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-12T07:44:22.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Jesus family tree </title><summary type='text'>Complete Bible Genealogy -  Kings of Judah and IsraelThe list contains 3086 people with details such as who were their parents, brothers, sisters, spouses, concubines and children.This is  intended as a sort of concordance for reluctant bible readers, but  the inconsistencies of the various traditions may never be resolved.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112115426275864317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112115426275864317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112115426275864317' title='Jesus family tree '/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112104509944305918</id><published>2005-07-11T01:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-11T01:24:59.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllandysiliogogogoch</title><summary type='text'>WorldRailFans :: View topic - Unusual station names: "It seems thats by just running through the town of Hell you missed an opportunity to visit 'Gods expedition' located in the railwaystation. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112104509944305918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112104509944305918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112104509944305918' title='Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllandysiliogogogoch'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-112102907261960501</id><published>2005-07-10T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-07-10T20:57:53.473Z</updated><title type='text'>U-Boote, Kontakt zu Freunden</title><summary type='text'>U-Boote, Kontakt zu Freundenund U 703 (Kptlt. Bielfeld) torpediert den Zerstörer Somaliand my afher was on board and drowned lateU-Boot - Poesie und Gedichte der U-Boot-MaennerU-Boat Crew AlbumU-Boat Crew ListsIn MemoriamThere are no roses on a sailor's graveNo lilies on an ocean waveThe only tribute is the seagull's sweepsAnd the teardrops that a sweetheart weeps</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112102907261960501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/112102907261960501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112102907261960501' title='U-Boote, Kontakt zu Freunden'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111818969894301238</id><published>2005-06-08T00:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:14:58.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Netscape Browser  was 3 now 8 </title><summary type='text'>Netscape Browserdownloading the latest here in Copenhagen I was hit by a wave of nostalgia for the FTP which took hours by dialup from a university site.i am sititng in the same room in Copenhagen where my  online experiments started 9 years ago.Macintosh SE 30 anda BBS Politiken on Line </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111818969894301238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111818969894301238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111818969894301238' title='Netscape Browser  was 3 now 8 '/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111694397594730333</id><published>2005-05-24T13:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-24T14:16:01.223Z</updated><title type='text'>Clifton Rocks Railway Preservation Project</title><summary type='text'>Project home page indexI used to wonder what that was, the lower station facade, when I walked or cycled past the derelict facade on the Portway Bristol.About Us:A major part of Bristol's Victorian heritage has fallen into disrepair and disorder, remaining hidden from the people of Bristol, the South West and further afield.The Clifton Rocks Railway was a major engineering achievement in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111694397594730333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111694397594730333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694397594730333' title='Clifton Rocks Railway Preservation Project'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111486200527860415</id><published>2005-04-30T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-30T11:53:25.290Z</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Summer Holidays (Trebinshun) 1915- 1932</title><summary type='text'>in my emailfrom his aunt to Andrew Cummin (a cousin of mine who sent this email)reporuced by permission of Joan Earwicker nee Westnotes.Mr and Mrs Davies farmed at Cwmyoy (?)Abergavenny. They had 6 children1. William - rector of Salford2. Albert - vicar of Aldworth (?) Glos. He married Polly Abel and had 2 sonsAlbert a GP in CroydonArthur who worked for Westinghouse in Manchester3. James - ran a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111486200527860415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111486200527860415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111486200527860415' title='Memories of Summer Holidays (Trebinshun) 1915- 1932'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111482040567207306</id><published>2005-04-30T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:20:05.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Dyserth Road  and THE LAST STOP: New Boston train enthusiast will show off his collection for one final season</title><summary type='text'>&lt;Dyserth Road a modern image 'OO' gauge detailed model railway: "Welcome to my website featuring 'Dyserth Road', the name of my OO gauge small space modern image railway. For the benefit of readers outside the UK who may be used to H0 (1:87) as the common model railway scale, I should explain that virtually all commercial models of British trains are built to a scale of 1:76 (4mm = 1 foot) while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111482040567207306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111482040567207306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111482040567207306' title='Dyserth Road  and THE LAST STOP: New Boston train enthusiast will show off his collection for one final season'/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111272505960102681</id><published>2005-04-05T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:17:39.600Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the British Gliding Association and many happy memoriesI started in Belfast with the  The Ulster Gliding Club when it was at Long Kesh before the prison was built.and went on a 5 day course ast the Lands End gliding club the year the Torry Canon sank at the Cornish gliding clubShips of the World: An Historical Encyclopedia - - Torrey CanyonAt 0850 on March 18, 1967, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111272505960102681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111272505960102681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111272505960102681' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111232135617989438</id><published>2005-04-01T02:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-04-01T02:09:16.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Groups : soc.genealogy.britainThe Wicked Step Mother Who Drank Up The Family FortuneWed, Dec 11 2002 9:36 am BIG day in London yesterday in the Society of Genealogists library I was reading copies of St. Cadoc's Raglan parish registers and found The Wicked Step Mother Who Drank Up The Family Fortune My much loved Granny Blanche Eveline Watkins - nee Jones pillar of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111232135617989438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111232135617989438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111232135617989438' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111209376990547175</id><published>2005-03-29T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-29T10:56:09.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Georges SimenonLe Centre d'études Georges Simenon et le Fonds Simenon de l'Université de LiègeGeorges Simenon : biographie Marie-Joevery father's greatest fearhis daughter wote a note which said she committed suicide because she could not find a husband to love as much as she loved her fatherParis Match 1981: SimenonMarie-Jo had all the gifts: she composed poetry and songs, had appeared in a film</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111209376990547175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111209376990547175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111209376990547175' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111195745763925541</id><published>2005-03-27T21:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:04:17.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Decapods Train Simulator ProjectsGWR and I am a fan !Swindon &amp; Highworth Light Railwayhttp://www.tventon.freeserve.co.uk/model.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111195745763925541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111195745763925541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111195745763925541' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111189791533212139</id><published>2005-03-27T04:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-27T04:31:55.333Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Web Crossing Introduction: "Web-X is the short name for Web Crossing, the trademark of software that enables communication through either 'electronic message boards' (also referred to as 'discussion sites') or chat rooms. At Evergreen, Web-X is also referred to as the 'conference server.' So, 'Web-X,' 'Web Crossing' and 'conference server' are synonymous. Of course, you can access our Web-X site </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111189791533212139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111189791533212139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111189791533212139' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111131533458216058</id><published>2005-03-20T10:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-20T10:42:14.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>J.Hewitt Family Researcher this is  the background to my childhoodJ.Hewitt Family Researcher: "Over 1200 people were killed in Coventry in WWII, 808 of these are buried at London Road."  and the noise could be heard by me from my bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111131533458216058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111131533458216058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111131533458216058' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111007018112828803</id><published>2005-03-06T00:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-06T00:49:41.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ROSE-MAR INTERNATIONAL PRESENTSTHE TOP 100 DOO WOP SONGS OF ALL-TIME: "This Site Out Of All Of Our'Remember When Sites' Is The Most Popular I Want To Thank "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111007018112828803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111007018112828803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111007018112828803' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-111002887248432290</id><published>2005-03-05T13:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-05T13:21:12.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memories of Crew's Hole by the Avon at BristolI used to cycle along the towpath in the aerial photograph  to get to the Clifton College Boat Club Google Search: "Clifton College Boat Club"CLIFTON COLLEGE: "The first ever Government League Table to gauge what value a school adds to it's pupils' performance, was conducted in November 2001 and saw Clifton College come top of over 200 schools in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111002887248432290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/111002887248432290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111002887248432290' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110925759874560420</id><published>2005-02-24T15:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:06:38.746Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Loughborough University when I was there 1953 to 1956iit was called a CAT - a College of Advanced Technology LISU - History of LISU: "The Library and Information Statistics Unit was set up in 1987, to continue the statistical work of CLAIM (the Centre for Library and Information Management). It was based within the (then) Department of Library and Information Studies at Loughborough University</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110925759874560420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110925759874560420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110925759874560420' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110817305060785990</id><published>2005-02-12T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:50:50.606Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stuart Models: "Over the last hundred years, Stuart Turner of Henley in Oxfordshire have produced some of the most enduring designs for model steam stationary engines and associated machinery. Through a combination of sound engineering design, elegant proportions and some of the finest castings available, the engines have been built in their thousands and continue to be made to this day. "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110817305060785990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110817305060785990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110817305060785990' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110617328624363228</id><published>2005-01-19T22:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:21:26.243Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>History of Solihull from my childhood and before  Google Search: solihull 1945</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110617328624363228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110617328624363228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110617328624363228' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110525928178296337</id><published>2005-01-09T08:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T08:28:01.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"THE BRISTOL &amp; DISTRICT BLITZ WAR MEMORIAL ": </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110525928178296337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110525928178296337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110525928178296337' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110525487216947045</id><published>2005-01-09T07:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-01-09T07:57:32.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Search: my born-again christian days 1953more latin - DV  as we used to say???? testin' testing Deus Vincit  = god willing OOOPS-- 110. We have had the expression “Deus vult.” That means “God wills it or wants it. “Vult” can simply mean he/she/it wants. What do these sentences mean with “vult?” -- http://www.wvup.edu/Academics/humanities/Oldaker/reading_latin.htm13. Deus vult.14. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110525487216947045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110525487216947045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110525487216947045' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110380226819382571</id><published>2004-12-23T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-23T11:44:28.193Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My father took me by the hand and led me out of the front door of 230 Widney Laneturned left and to a little Christmas tree all decorated, with a wooden log as a foot and with  icicles made of glass.  It was a stall as me and I was about 3 or 4 years of age.My first train set O gauge clockwork running in a circle on the old deep red axminster carpet.American style yellow box car  but I cannot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110380226819382571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110380226819382571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110380226819382571' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110330874884198500</id><published>2004-12-17T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:39:08.840Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr Bean on German TV ARDfirst Harrods then the brass band which triggered this blog:-I used to play and conduct so many Xmas concerts I became allergic to Christmas melodiesUp to 3 a day in and out of school.On the street under a lampost in Sandhurst in 1960 with Sandhurst Silver Band We played three carols whilst the collectors knocked on doors then move ahead and then three more - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110330874884198500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110330874884198500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110330874884198500' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110108171567804083</id><published>2004-11-21T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-22T00:01:55.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> well i used to live in Gibralter Barracks on Queens Avenue so I better   try and visit thisALDERSHOT MILITARY MUSEUM      Queens Avenue, AldershotHampshire GU11 2LGtel 01252  314598fax 01252 342942The story of Aldershot Military Town, and the  civil towns of Aldershot and Farnborough.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110108171567804083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110108171567804083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110108171567804083' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110091957461964856</id><published>2004-11-20T02:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:59:34.620Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mrs Brown , You've got a lovely daughter,  film from 1968 seen on TCM      – I just love seeing the backgrounds from my youth, like the gas cooker with a platewarmer just like I remembr from my childhood  I dropped into Bobbi Bar for a Grøn and a browse through the danish newspaper Information and was greeted by an aquaintance from the Faroes - Tórstein from Fuglafjórdur  (I hope I got his name</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110091957461964856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110091957461964856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110091957461964856' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-110091879564399781</id><published>2004-11-20T02:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-20T02:46:35.643Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before the internet there was the gummishoe net which is what I'm usimg just now, which means putting this on a floppy and walking it round the office, or taking it to a friend's machiner to copy paste into my blogs which is going top be good for my career as a writer – nothing else to do but get stcuck in to my viking novel.   Many public machines no longer allow floppies so that may prove </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110091879564399781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/110091879564399781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110091879564399781' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109973841432338009</id><published>2004-11-06T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:53:34.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suicide and untreated depressionNews &amp; StarPlease help me... I’m dying. I’ve just taken 50 sleeping tablets and I’m starting to drop off... help me... I thought I wanted to die but now I’m so frightened... please... help me.”Carlisle lecturer Andy Marlow knows what it’s like to answer the telephone and hear such a desperate plea. But he refuses to talk about his experiences in much detail. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109973841432338009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109973841432338009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109973841432338009' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109973782925027492</id><published>2004-11-06T09:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-06T10:44:17.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Re: The Bombay Army, 1880s and sixties London from my email.-&gt;To: "Hugh Watkins" &lt;hugh_watkins@msn.com&gt;&gt;Subject:  Re: The Bombay Army, 1880s&gt;Date: Sat, 6 Nov 2004 00:04:30  -0500&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;my old bassoon teacher from 1958 to 1965  Frank  Rendell played in&gt;&gt;the Governor of India's Band in about 1910  ish&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; http://www.bl.uk/collections/oiocfamilyhistory/familyglossaryb.html&gt;&gt;Yes  and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109973782925027492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109973782925027492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109973782925027492' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109943967279327568</id><published>2004-11-02T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T23:54:32.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shop for Prestige 5L High Dome Aluminium Pressure Cooker. at Argos.co.ukI need to get one of theseI had my first one in 1960 when I married Judith Thomas, and it was a present from Joseph Foreman.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109943967279327568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109943967279327568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109943967279327568' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109936522339957144</id><published>2004-11-02T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-11-02T03:13:52.946Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to make this an all blog dayI am delving deeper and deeper into my memories to get matierial for the VIKING NOVELI neeed 3000 words to maintain the plan for  2004 NaNoWriMoThe time now is 2004/11/2 2:58  GMTYou last visited:  2004/11/1 8:36:11 480 user(s) are online (480 user(s) are browsing  Forums)Members: 415Guests: 65and their server is slowing down a littleI was really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109936522339957144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109936522339957144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109936522339957144' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109906120350181517</id><published>2004-10-29T14:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-29T14:49:40.410Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I enjoy surfing the census  and the picture of rural life it calls up     For example I pictured the freelance slaughterer Lunn  visiting cottages and  butchering the store pig which lives at the bottom of the garden and which the  family's children had petted and scratched its back and talked too. He would be  paid in kind. (refers to a thread in news:soc.genealogy.britain )A friend's mother </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109906120350181517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109906120350181517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109906120350181517' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109777888638625125</id><published>2004-10-14T18:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-14T18:34:46.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ludwig Wittgenstein (1889- 1951)When I was getting ready for being old, I took courses at the   Faculty of Humanities, University of Copenhagen in english literature, ethnicity studies, and philosophy.I remain fascinated by Derrida  and Kirkegaard and Wittgenstein, whom I regard as three everests of philosphyTherefore I bought all the Wittgenstein works and started to hang out with Yahoo! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109777888638625125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109777888638625125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109777888638625125' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109766282263625353</id><published>2004-10-13T10:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-13T10:20:22.636Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life during World War II: "The blackout began two days before the war began"We were scared that the least light would attract the bombers.but the best time was May 8, 1945 when the lamplighter came down Widney Lane, Solihull,  on his bicycle on VE day when the war with Germany was over because the black out had ended.He had a long pole with a hook to turn on the gas and a taper to light it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109766282263625353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109766282263625353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109766282263625353' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109739245191483507</id><published>2004-10-10T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-10T07:14:11.913Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Clifton College my school SH 1949 to 1953 SCHOOL HOUSEBristol - CliftonJust off Pembroke Road is Clifton College. This was founded for the education of 60 boys in 1862.The first headmaster was the Reverend John Percival.The Luftwaffe over the Bristol area - Luftwaffe bombing operations and after the bombing of Bristol got serious On the outbreak of WWII the school was evacuated</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109739245191483507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109739245191483507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109739245191483507' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109716345991528501</id><published>2004-10-07T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-10-07T15:37:39.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George Pollen Biography was  a gifted member of the Royal Engineers Staff Band Aldershot from 1958 and played violin and clarinet for 22 years.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109716345991528501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109716345991528501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716345991528501' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109626150755866364</id><published>2004-09-27T05:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-27T05:05:07.556Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mel's Macintosh Universe: System 6 Screenshots 1are installing Windows XP and I got memories "low disk space" warningsMicrosoft has nearly caught up with the macintosh concept of 1989but I will still have to manually delete stuff to make roomGoogle Search: macintosh "system 6" a nd Google IMAGE Search: macintosh "system 6"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109626150755866364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109626150755866364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109626150755866364' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109605024428854863</id><published>2004-09-24T16:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-24T18:24:04.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>reading ANCESTRY DAILY NEWS today I found this which awoke some memories :-======================ANCESTRY QUICK TIP====================== TREASURED RECIPESI just finished reading George Morgan's article Disaster Preparedness about evacuatingbecause of a natural disaster.We survived a forest fire in May 2000. One of the things I took wasmy recipe box. Our home survived, but several of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109605024428854863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109605024428854863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109605024428854863' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109567196488619248</id><published>2004-09-20T08:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-20T09:19:46.446Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from my email:-Føroya Kvæði volume VIIIedited byMarianne Clausencame out in the summer 2003.It contains  1350 melodies for the Faroese Kvæði.These are ballads sung to accompany the traditional faerose  round dance.  A german writer - see  färöischen Balladen - points out the importance of these in preserving the  faeroese language, and song was one of the main weapons used to fight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109567196488619248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109567196488619248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109567196488619248' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109559511465210963</id><published>2004-09-19T11:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-19T12:24:29.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Blogs   		    GENEALOGEThis is my oldest blog and I use this for news and notes about my siteDanish Census and Church Books, other sites, and my daily surfing of the net.The blog has been rightly criticised as chaotic but googling will discover some pearls.Exploring RootswebI spent a lot of time adminstering message boards and will build up  a guide to Rootsweb.Exploring Ancestry dot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109559511465210963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109559511465210963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109559511465210963' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109498055419802547</id><published>2004-09-12T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-12T09:15:54.196Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>About Me    ALWAYS ON LINE - or ASLEEP -- I used to play all wind instruments --- Note dates are US style -- on January 7th 1936 was I hatched -- So I can clearly remember the german air raids in the blitz of the West Midlands UK - the sound of sirens ack-ack fire and bombs during world war 2 -- the nearest bomb woke me up in ABOUT 1941 -- I did not hear the bang only the rattle of falling debris</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109498055419802547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109498055419802547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109498055419802547' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109474833399018945</id><published>2004-09-09T16:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-09-09T16:52:03.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>uboat.net - Allied Warships - Destroyer HMS Somali of the Tribal class: "torpedoed :20 Sep, 1942 " . . . Ashanti then changed places with Somali on the inner screen to await a favourable opportunity to refuel.At 1920hours, Somali took up Ashanti\'s position and was immediately hit with a torpedo. ¨The explosion blew the torpedo tubes over the side and cut all of the port side main stringers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109474833399018945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109474833399018945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474833399018945' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109342804141632495</id><published>2004-08-25T09:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-08-25T10:00:41.416Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the pleasures of being old is the wonderful wealth of memories one has - this morning I dreamed I was in my mother's kitchen at 230 Widney Lane, Solihull, WarwickshireIt was what I call a "worry dream"  where things go wrong and I woke up happy it was only a dream. I was making and serving cocktail snacks in the lounge and the guests were critical.These dreams are usually signs of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109342804141632495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109342804141632495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109342804141632495' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-109016115124126617</id><published>2004-07-18T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:32:31.240Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Watching Le Tour yesterday in the Pyranees in shot of free-wheeling  down hill,  my memory of free wheeling down the hills of Monmouthshire around Usk and the river Usk valley came back with a glow of happiness  Now I am 68 years of age I begin to enjoy watching sport as never before  I don't go as far as forbidding my friends to telephone - like my mother did during tennis or Saturday horse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109016115124126617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/109016115124126617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109016115124126617' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108969383978803594</id><published>2004-07-13T04:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-13T04:49:31.080Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Galpin Society Welcome PageI became a member in about 1958just had a conversation with a trumpet player about playing divisions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108969383978803594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108969383978803594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108969383978803594' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108968601584525796</id><published>2004-07-13T02:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-13T02:33:35.846Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marianne ClausenMarianne Clausen has conducted different choirs in Denmark, she is now conducting the danish choir 'Con Brio' situated in Copenhagen. Marianne Clausen is known by her interest for the Faroese music traditions. This she got from her father Karl Clausen who began to collect the ancient faroese singing- and dancingtraditions back in 1967. She has published; "Åndelig Visesang på</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108968601584525796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108968601584525796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108968601584525796' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108947643321577115</id><published>2004-07-10T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-10T16:20:33.216Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>from my emailSatchmo.net - The Official Site of the Louis Armstrong House &amp; ArchivesI heard him play live from the boxing ring in a hall in Leicester in 1956his first tour of England after the Musicians Union made a deal lifting a ban on US atristsI went back stage and got his autograph on his autobiography.Got a good look at Trummy Young's mouthpieceSatchmo.net - The Official Site of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108947643321577115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108947643321577115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108947643321577115' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108942923428159009</id><published>2004-07-10T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-07-10T03:15:11.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here I am in Copenhagen living like a mole in a holesurrounded by treasures which will be junk to other people after I die unless I can "add value " to them.My old class protocol - registers of the wind instrument lessons I taught from my time on the Faeroes better go to their National Archivesbecause they list the names of all my students and in 100 years time will be fascinating to their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108942923428159009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108942923428159009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108942923428159009' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108752945365105002</id><published>2004-06-18T03:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-06-18T03:30:53.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RBS: Group Constituent Histories - The National Provincial Bankthis was my father's employer&gt;&gt;In 1924 was restyled National Provincial Bank. The initial post war boom was followed by the stock market crash of 1929 and economic depression and the reduced demand for loans, particularly from business, led the bank to consolidate&lt;&lt;and our family bank in 2 or 3 generationsmy mother as a widow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108752945365105002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108752945365105002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108752945365105002' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-108318016398942541</id><published>2004-04-28T19:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-28T19:25:49.186Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Search: sheffield cutlerybrings back memories of Alison&lt;&lt; from my email</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108318016398942541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/108318016398942541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318016398942541' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-10830348813430617</id><published>2004-04-27T03:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-04-27T03:04:59.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every day I remember  so much living in my own part of the world.I am happier here than ever before.Now it is bluebell time I must visit a wood.Parish Poles is the name of the coppice in Widney Lane Solihull where we played.No longer coppiced and the hedgerow hazelnut bushes all neglected.I don't think the surburban children even know that blackberries are good to eat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/10830348813430617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/10830348813430617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#10830348813430617' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-107925314296460396</id><published>2004-03-14T08:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-14T08:34:42.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hantsweb - Hampshire County Council's web site for Hampshire, England: "Hantsweb is your gateway to Hampshire"used to live there1956 Cove Aldershot in Barracks1960 Mytchett by Farnborough hantshamesmoor wayto Twickenham in 1964 Brinsworth Closesee GENEALOGE for more links from this site</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107925314296460396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107925314296460396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107925314296460396' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-107351885414655738</id><published>2004-01-07T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-01-07T23:42:49.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>68 years old today - hated my mother taking down the Xmas decorations the day before my birthdaywhen I was 21 was probably my first birthday away from home, as a recruit Sapper in the Royal Engineers at Cove near Aldershot Hants. UK I and 2 comrades were allowed out for 2 hours to visit a pub.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107351885414655738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107351885414655738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107351885414655738' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-107243494724172019</id><published>2003-12-26T10:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-26T10:36:48.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boxing DayIf at USK we used to go as hunt followers to a meet and watch .my mother loved the sherry and warm mince piesBBC News | FOX HUNTING | Hunting countries of UK and Irelandbut which? Google Search: "fox hunting" monmouthshireI will be sorry to see it go but Denmark manages without by substituting cross country riding events like Hubertus cross country riding, a bit like a steeple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107243494724172019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107243494724172019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107243494724172019' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-107237662574024054</id><published>2003-12-25T18:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-12-25T18:24:46.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jai MaharajJai Maharaj, online since the days of ARPANETMantra Corporation: "                Providing services on the Internet since 1984"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107237662574024054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/107237662574024054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107237662574024054' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106920334426068389</id><published>2003-11-19T00:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:56:07.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MyStarsLive Interactive Star ChartIn WW2 you could see ALL the stars</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106920334426068389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106920334426068389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106920334426068389' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106779963589519794</id><published>2003-11-02T19:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-02T20:09:11.783Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> coat of arms from Loughborough University Calendar: "The motto 'Veritate, Scientia, Labore' was also used by the former Loughborough College. "headed note paper my mother (Alison Mary Watkins nee Lapham ) loved to use crested or headed note paper, it must have been left lying about after I was chucked out of the Loughborough CAT (College of Advanced Technology) in July 1956 - she wrote:-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106779963589519794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106779963589519794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779963589519794' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106776037006644627</id><published>2003-11-02T08:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-02T08:08:44.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Google Search: scullerRead through some of my old letters from school looking for the next to BLOGa detailed account of falling out of a sculler into the River Avon.Big diagram - my third visit to the Clifton College Rowing ClubBristol Ariel Rowing Club - Crews: "Clifton College Clifton College has it's own rowing club and have rowed out of Ariel since the early 1900's. Clifton College </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106776037006644627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106776037006644627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106776037006644627' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106772384030331333</id><published>2003-11-01T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-11-01T21:57:18.573Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ephemeraa tiny one by two and a quarter inch copy of a RECEIPT612 B'HAM CSLd    A  4039July, 1953  £ s. d.in indelible pencil154175       4   4my mother's membership number four shillings and fourpenceBirmingham Co-operative Society LimitedNational Co-operative Archive: "the Midlands Society Archive held by the Co-operative College Archive, along with additional material from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106772384030331333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106772384030331333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106772384030331333' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106724462024452232</id><published>2003-10-27T08:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-27T08:50:19.286Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old Cliftonian Society of Clifton-College: "The Old Cliftonian Society is a very active one, with a small secretariat at school, 19 branches in the UK and 33 overseas, including Canada, the United States, Austalia, Africa and the Far East. Its aims are threefold: to help members keep in touch with the school and with one another; to assist the school; and, in cases of need, to give unobtrusive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106724462024452232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106724462024452232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106724462024452232' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106680959002594164</id><published>2003-10-22T07:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-22T07:59:49.306Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The old box is aprox 8" by 10" tall and 2½" thick.It has a rounded spine and is covered with black paper and the edges of the "pages" with marbled paper.A partly destroyed label "-OV_  --NSTIT-"and within fine patterned paper and a nickel plated sprung "rat trap" to hold the contents flat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106680959002594164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106680959002594164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680959002594164' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106680898224875183</id><published>2003-10-22T07:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-22T07:49:41.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WATKINS and LAPHAM of Monmouthshire and Bristol UK:Information about Dorothy Hare: "Dorothy Hare was born June 28  - data from AMW Birthday Book - and died September 16, 1976 in Cornwall. She was a life long friend of my mother Alison Mary Lapham from their days together at  Brighton College of Education, (daughter of Alfred Thomas Lapham and Florence Caroline Evans.)Dorothy married  Frank </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106680898224875183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106680898224875183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106680898224875183' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106672391119096888</id><published>2003-10-21T08:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:11:51.180Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two piles of old letters turned up, my father's old tobacco pouch with  my mother's letters to him in the months before they got married late 1933.The other a box bound like a book with some of my and other letters from 1952 to 1958 to my mother&gt;&gt;&gt;Union Jack Club8 February 1957Dear Mother,I am on a diet I didn't expect the British Army to do it - but in fact the MO &amp; the Messing Officer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106672391119096888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106672391119096888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106672391119096888' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106594318013155165</id><published>2003-10-12T07:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-12T07:19:40.070Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moving lots of boxes containing my late mothers "junk" and the odds and ends of old furniture that I have used since my childhood, now my daughter is here from Denmark and she is beginning to enjoy ferreting around and finding old handbags, and more, which any normal person would have thrown out.She has  done a wonderful job helping me even if I was late to the BHX airport to meet her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106594318013155165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106594318013155165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106594318013155165' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106499962200934998</id><published>2003-10-01T09:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-01T09:13:41.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>George Pollen Biography: "I entered the British Army in 1958, into The Royal Engineers Staff Band in Aldershot and served the full 22 years. Whilst in the band, I discovered arranging music as a hobby and arranged and composed many pieces for concert military band, many of which were broadcast on BBC radio, BBC TV and placed onto records, cassettes and CD's. "We are old comrades from Army days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106499962200934998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106499962200934998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499962200934998' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106499576678546764</id><published>2003-10-01T08:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-10-01T08:09:26.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sygdomme og Lægekunst på Bellmans Tid: "Knarvorne Löfberg, gul som et lig,forbanded sig og al sin musik,han døde med knækket fagot, da han drog til næste kro."Sickness and doctoring in the Swedish poet Bellman's time."Knarvorne Löfberg,yellow as a corpsecursed himself and all his musiche died with a broken bassoon,when he set out for the next inn."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106499576678546764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106499576678546764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499576678546764' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106465947357472316</id><published>2003-09-27T10:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-27T10:57:07.676Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Royal Engineers - Careers - Trades: "Surveyor - is a competent land and hydrographic surveyor, able to produce accurate contoured survey plans of land and inshore waters, as a basis for the design of roads and other structures. They are road engineers capable of designing horizontal and vertical alignments and drainage schemes, and computing earthwork and construction material quantities. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106465947357472316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106465947357472316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106465947357472316' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106465921933203700</id><published>2003-09-27T10:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-27T10:44:50.996Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a writer one's memories are a most important source for creating fiction and writing an email about my map seaches to a friend brought this up :-I logged on to the danish Royal Library and searched and found this;KLÆDEBO-KVARTER. PLAN No. 60. Juli 1886 / Carré-plan af Kjøbenhavn udført 1886 af V. F. A. Berggreen ; Emil Olsens Lithogr. Institut. - [S.l.] : [C. E. C. Gad], [1886].	1 kort :</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106465921933203700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106465921933203700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106465921933203700' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106402118195740762</id><published>2003-09-20T01:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-20T01:34:28.700Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Percival Librarya two page pdf but do look at the illustration on the second page which was on the front page of the One Hundred and Sixth Annual Report of the Old Cliftonian Society of Clifton-CollegeThis library was one of the many compensations for being sent away to boarding school.Percival Library: "The Library is named after the first Headmaster, John Percival, who paid for its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106402118195740762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106402118195740762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402118195740762' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106394996905799157</id><published>2003-09-19T05:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-19T05:39:28.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The URL below is a medical one so not for the squeamish.What Happens During Circumcision? (PlastiBell): "The rim of tissue will become necrotic (dead) and separate with " -- in my case the bandage during a warm bath a few days later under the care of my loving mother.But I was given a full anesthetic being about 4 or 5 years of age. One morning I had stood  up in my drop sided  cot and my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106394996905799157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106394996905799157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394996905799157' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106394655876939320</id><published>2003-09-19T04:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-19T04:42:38.510Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I started writng about my memories of childhood and being a patient at Solihull hospitalOf being circumcised, and a veruka cauterised,  I put on a marionette show in about 1949 for the old people in the wing where my Aunty Kitty worked, and where a broken leg or hip was often a slow death fro the old.But MSIE 6 crashed again and it was lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106394655876939320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106394655876939320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394655876939320' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106369650842902308</id><published>2003-09-16T07:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-16T07:23:05.866Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birmingham Heartlands and Solihull NHS Trust - Visiting The Trust - Outpatients DepartmentQuite a few changes since my first visit in 1943</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106369650842902308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106369650842902308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106369650842902308' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106336522626009080</id><published>2003-09-12T11:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:17:37.003Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the earliest toys I can remember was a second hand metal pedal car, with a big radiator a bit like an Austin seven, Google Search: austin 7My father repainted it yellow and black and it was difficult to pedal on the grass  lawn so I did not really get much fun out of it.  The front drive was paved with orangy yellow sticky sand and pebbles and so was not much better.All toys were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106336522626009080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106336522626009080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106336522626009080' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106323201795085107</id><published>2003-09-10T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:13:37.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From: "Hugh Watkins" Newsgroups: uk.local.birminghamSubject: Re: EarthquakeDate: Mon, 23 Sep 2002 00:46:55 -0000Lines: 65"Colin Steadman"  wrote in message news:af80faf8.0209221607.6747fce5@posting.google.com...&gt; Is it me, or was that an Earthquake just now [1am]?&gt;&gt; ColinYes the flats rocked in B37a tremor rather than a quakeBRMB said up to Walsall also the whole house moved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106323201795085107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106323201795085107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323201795085107' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106323169376922968</id><published>2003-09-10T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:08:13.806Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dudley Earthquake: "t  "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106323169376922968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106323169376922968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323169376922968' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106321039991538940</id><published>2003-09-10T16:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-10T16:13:20.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw the disaster of nine eleven on television as it happenedso now I am in mourning Never forget, but we must forgive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106321039991538940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106321039991538940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106321039991538940' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106306817253406112</id><published>2003-09-09T00:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-09T00:42:52.540Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alison Mary Watkins Memorial ArchiveIs a proposed name for this family collection.My mother was a horder and kept maybe 3000 or 4000 letters, photographs, financial documents etc.and they are all here in this flat waiting to be sorted and catalogued.She was born on the 16 May 1908 at Filton Glos. and died at  Heartlands Hospital on the 22 December  1999.She worked for 35 years as a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106306817253406112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106306817253406112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306817253406112' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106296730936202507</id><published>2003-09-07T20:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:41:49.300Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My other two blogsVikingGENEALOGE</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106296730936202507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106296730936202507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106296730936202507' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106295318211013525</id><published>2003-09-07T16:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-07T16:46:22.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>.My father was in a reserved occupation as a bank accountant with the National Provincial Bank in Solihull, but he felt he had to volunteer as he was rugby playing fit and felt an old man could do his job.He lost three uncles in WWI and his brother in law was to die in a Japanese pow camp in 1945.I am also in touch with one of the crew of U-703  who was alive last yearwho had been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295318211013525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295318211013525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295318211013525' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106295259822810444</id><published>2003-09-07T16:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-07T16:36:38.200Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1942 Casualties of H.M.S. SOMALI: "WATKINS, Ordinary Seaman, ALFRED HENRY, P/JX 329792. H.M.S. Somali. Royal Navy. 24th September 1942. Panel66,Column1. "It was his first and only voyage, he had been selected for officer training but needed to get some sea experience first my mother told me..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295259822810444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295259822810444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295259822810444' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106295209489288177</id><published>2003-09-07T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-07T16:28:14.906Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> U-boat Type VIIc</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295209489288177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295209489288177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295209489288177' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5779111.post-106295180332030766</id><published>2003-09-07T16:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2003-09-13T08:49:01.766Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But by the summer of 1942 I would never see him again because, after HMS Somali was torpedoed by U-703 but did not sink, he was one of fifty volunteers who went back on board as a towing party  to try and get the ship back to Scotland to be repaired. An arctic storm blew up and the ship folded in half like a pocket knife and sank. Only one person survived, the Captain who was pulled out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295180332030766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5779111/posts/default/106295180332030766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biog.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106295180332030766' title=''/><author><name>Hugh W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12226946909815324207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1424/216/1600/hughw.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
