The Langstaffs of Teesdale and Weardale.

ST. GILES CHURCH, BOWES, YORKSHIRE, ENGLAND

                                                                   WELCOME  
 "TALL TREES AND TINY ACORNS," IS THE NEW HOME FOR MY
"CAROLE'S COTTAGE. "
    GENEALOGY AND  FAMILY HISTORY WEBSITE.
 HERE YOU WILL FIND MY OWN FAMILY HISTORY
AND IF YOU ARE RESEARCHING THE LANGSTAFFE/LONGSTAFF FAMILY
NAME, OR THEIR THOUSANDS OF EXTENDED FAMILIES, VERY PROBABLY,
YOUR OWN ANCESTRAL ROOTS IN ONE OF THE PEDIGREES
OR WITHIN MY TRANSCRIPTIONS OF
 GEORGE BLUNDELL LONGSTAFF'S MAGNIFICENT BOOK,

   "THE LANGSTAFFS OF TEESDALE AND WEARDALE." 

  ALSO INCLUDED IS SOME OF MY OWN POETRY 

 I am happy to help find that missing link if I can so send an email if you need help

with a query about a Pedigree, a Longstaff or their extended family.

There are no charges anywhere on this  website but please bear in mind

that I have had to pay for much of the data shown on these pages so

I do request that you point your finds back to this website,

so that other researchers may possibly find their own missing links.

Also included are cabinet photographs of Victorian, Edwardian

and up to mid 20th century photographs of unknown 

ancestors.  I have uploaded the contents of four old albums,  

three of which have links to conjectural pedigrees in PDF format, 

which I  have put together using a few family names which were shown

on the backs of the photographs.  These are not Longstaff related!  

Two of the albums, have connections with CUMBRIA, as

I had hoped I may find some of my own maternal family photographs amongst them. 

Please let me know if you can put a name to any of the photographs.

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                                                                              Census Man Bob. 

 

                                                        The knock on the door, was insistent and clear,  

                                                    John opened the door, said, the census man's here,

                                                        He bade the man enter, said, please to sit down,  

                                                      John's mother was worried, her face wore a frown,

                                                       The census man entered, said, to all a good day,

                                                    Looked at John's mother, her nerves seemed affray,

                                                        As he sat at the table, to each child he did look,  

                                                    While he set down his ink, his quill pen and his book.

                                                    The children they watched him, all nine were nearby,

                                                      George William was frightened, he sat down to cry,

                                                     The man asked his questions, where was Mum born,

                                                        My husband's at work, he was gone before dawn,

                                                            How many children and what are their ages,

                                                      Soon he may ask her, just what were Dad's wages,

                                                        She vowed not tell, he would just have to guess,

                                                         How old was she now, thirty nine more or less.

                                                        Why were they prying, she felt she might weep,

                                                        As she looked at her baby in his cradle, asleep,

                                                          The census man, kindly, said, don't be afraid,

                                                     For he saw by her face, she was slightly dismayed,

                                                         Now this is a census, and I'll tell you what for,

                                                      I am not here to pry, so don't show me the door,

                                                       It's a government count of population and such,

                                                          A record for the future, I don't ask too much.

                                                    The man he seemed friendly, his name it was Bob,

                                                        Mum took the black kettle down from the hob,

                                                      The "Old Willow," teacups were laid on the table,

                                                  A newly baked sponge cake, was set down by Mabel,

                                                       Who poured out the tea, and said I'll be mother,

                                                   As census man Bob asked the name of each brother,

                                                      He asked which of the children, if any could write,

                                                    And who there, could spell out their surname tonight.

 

                                                          Census man Bob, was the genealogist's joy,

                                                            He explained all so well to the eldest boy,

                                                      One hundred years on, when we are deceased,  

                                                          These records I write, will then be released,

                                                         Then maybe the son of your grandson's son,  

                                                         Will search for this family and find everyone,

                                                       John's mother listened, her nervousness gone,

                                                         She named each of her children, one by one.

 

                                                      She told Bob the truth, gave an accurate account,

                                                             Nervousness gone, gave the full amount,

                                                         With friendly persuasion, no holding his collar,

                                                      John spelled their surname, for he was a scholar,

                                                        Census man Bob, had learned ten years before,  

                                                       He must be real friendly or some closed the door,

                                                          Some people lied and some just would not tell,  

                                                     Some did their best though they just could not spell.

 

                                                                      © 2000 Carole A. M. Johnson

 

 

 

 

 

                                                          LANGSTAFF to LONGSTAFFE

                                                     A lopsided lonely gravestone, eroded, worn away,
                                                  Hidden by tangled brambles, neglected, then one day,
                                           I saw the surname LANGSTAFF, with inscription faint, but clear,
                                        So I joined you to the LONGSTAFFE'S to show that you were here.
                                                      I thought you might be yearning to join a pedigree,
                                                    So took you from the brambles for all the world to see, 
                                                  I looked out for your children and your maiden lady wife,
                                                And while your soul is sleeping, I have catalogued your life.

 

                                                                            © Carole A. M.  Johnson

                                   

 This button                                                            is a link

to the LANGSTAFFE/LONGSTAFF

Tribal Pages

 which was set up for researchers who submitted their  ROOTS, TREES or BRANCHES, to my

LANGSTAFF LINKING PROJECT.
If you would like to be included in the project or have submitted your family history via "Carole's Cottage"

web site and have forgotten the password  please contact me at: EMAIL ADDRESS: hrc1945@yahoo.com

The Langstaffs of Teesdale and Weardale

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 NEW LONGSTAFF FAMILY TREES

AND THEIR BRANCHES

The Family Trees you see on these pages, can in most cases be linked to one or more of George Blundell Longstaff's Pedigrees. 
http://hcr1945.wixsite.com/longstaff-talltrees
The JOHNSON SALISBURY FAMILY /AKA SALTZBAUER
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   Is She Your Great Great  

               CUMBRIAN                                Grandmother

Please do not take this photograph unless you email first and  are related family. This is a photograph of my late husbands great grandmother and her children

by the first and second marriage.

(JOHNSON/SALTZBAUER - AKA - SALISBURY)

     Could They Be Your

              Great Great 

               CUMBRIAN

              Grandparents

                        The Fairies of Great Elms Wood

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