Heigh-Ho! Heigh-Ho! It’s Off to Bow I Go….

I often find myself looking to the past for if I’m not in search of an elusive ancestor for a client or trawling through the 1911 Census for a few of my pesky relatives who STILL appear reluctant to reveal themselves, I could either be immersed in the year 1815 as the work on my Lord Byron abode continues or otherwise curled up in a quiet corner somewhere with 'Lady Byron and Her Daughters'...

In Hearts at Peace and Under an Scarboro’ Heaven….

Although there are always more questions than answers with Clarice - the events of that week do appear to have happened rather quickly and having taken a look through my archives and in the absence of any memorial card, letter of sympathy or an order of service I have discovered some images from a June visit to Woodlands Crematorium in the coastal town of Scarborough...

However You Want to M*a*s*h It Up…

On a cloudy June day in 1962 the loved ones of Clarice Tibbett would experience the heartbreak of knowing that suicide is not painless with the awful news of her death at the age of 48 AND by her own hand.