Missing piece of the puzzle

Some times in life we all need a little help, be it with life skills, cooking, learning or love. The main thing is that we shouldn’t be scared to ask for it.
That’s what I’m doing right now.

If you have been keeping up with this blog, you’ll know that I’ve been asked to research someone’s family history, well that’s where I need a little help.
It’s not that I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing, I do, I ran my own research business back in the day and have researched a fair amount of trees.
It’s like s drug, when you start you can not walk away without being dragged.
It’s an addiction for sure.
Anyway, I’m doing pretty well, I’ve got back to the 1500’s on one line and smashed the others, it’s looking good if I do say so myself. (we all deserve a little self praise every now and then)
One line is proving to be a headache and if you know anything about family research the one word will explain why.
Ireland šŸ‡®šŸ‡Ŗ

So we have this Irish family who packed up their life’s, their homes and everything they’ve known. They left the potato famine behind them.
One travelled much further than the rest and headed of to the states.
Can you imagine the fear, the excitement, he must have been feeling, what an adventure he was on.
Why he decided to travel so far, we will never know. Why he returned back to the UK, I have a better understanding of, bless his heart, he had definitely lived through it.

At present I can not find a ship log or an documents confirming his move to the states, Canada was his port of call. While he was there, I know he married and had two boys, who I know joined the forces and fort in the Second World War which took both their lives. They died alone, in a foreign country which was a stranger to them. Their body’s were laid to rest in foreign soul. (That’s kind of heartbreaking)
Their mother died and their father returned to England and he went on to marry and live a full happy life.

So this is where I need a little help.
With all the documents I can access, I can’t look into the American/Canadian records.šŸ˜©
Well I can but I would need a lotto win to be able to.
So can you gorgeous Americans get to records easily without costing the earth?
Would any of my American friends, like to give me an hour of their precious time and have a look to see if they can find anything, which may open up a new lead???
I know it’s a lot to ask, but trust me I wouldn’t be asking if I really didn’t need the help.
My mind races with the unknown and it’s driving me mad, I need to know what happened to this Irish gent who had his life torn apart, who lost the love of his life and his family.
He went through so much and his life story is lost.
I have this overpowering need to find it.
If you are interested at all in helping me patch this beautiful heartbreaking story together, please get in touch, I’ll be eternally grateful to you.

Update – while watching Rich in the Great North run yesterday I finally managed to find his ship log back to the UK. My excitement was a tad full on, lol šŸ˜‚ but boy wasn’t I more than a little chuffed.
Can wait to find time to see what doors that opens.

A call out for Jenny

For those of you that are nifty with a crochet hook and have been following Jenny’s story, I’m calling out to you one last time to make Jenny’s dreams come true.

She has one last request, one that makes tears well and trickle down our cheeks.
She would love for you all to send her a crocheted or knitted FLOWER to decorate her coffin. šŸ˜¢

This post is so hard to write but this girl deserves to have her dying wish come true.

You haven’t got long my lovelies as time is heartbreakingly running out so let’s make this happen for the warrior she is.
She’s fort so long, so hard and it’s devastating that this wee Jenny bird has to take flight and leave this uncanny world at such a young age. (She’s only 18)
She should have a lifetime of memories to make, mischief to causes and hearts to break. Sadly though she is too good for this earth and needs to spread her wings and take flight.

It doesn’t matter how good you are with a hook or needles, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve crafted for.
What matters is your heart and your kindness.
What matters is giving the absolutely gorgeous Jenny the send off she deserves and from what I’ve read, she deserves every piece of kindness and love that you can master.

Please be quick though and send a simple flower šŸŒŗ to show Jenny and her mum Amanda that you care and that kindness and love is still out there.

Flowers are to be sent to :-

Little Box of Crochet,
Atlantic Business Centre,
Atlantic Street,
WA14 5NQ

Please also photographer your flowers and use #aflowerforjenny
So she can see them that way too.