Here is the first part of a series (I hope!) of blog posts I intend to write on the topic of The Spice of Life. I have already introduced the topic on my Continual Journeys blog so please click the link if you plan to read future parts of this series.
23 June 2010
07 June 2010
Although none of my known ancestors were called Alfred P. Doolittle, I do know that the Londoners in my family probably pronounced Mayfair as "My Fair".
When I was a little girl, my great grandmother Annie pronounced cake as "kike", and so did I. My accent has changed over the years and, like Eliza Doolittle, I developed a semi-RP instead of a Cockney accent or a Scottish accent or a Staffordshire accent or even Aussie one. Having moved about a bit, all I want is to be understood!
Annie's grandfather, on her mother's side, was called Welcome Cole, whose father and grandfather had the same name as he did. I am very fortunate in that a couple of people had already researched the family line before I started, not because they were directly related to any of the men called Welcome, but because they thought it was an interesting name. Luckily for me, some of that research was online when I began searching for my family history.
So, what is my possible connection with My Fair Lady?
Well, Alfred P. Doolittle, Eliza's father, was getting married in a high society church in Mayfair. I am intrigued by one particular record: I want to know if a very important (at least to me) marriage took place in St George's Church in Hanover Square.
St George parish was very large at around the time of the French Revolution so my ancestors, Welcome Cole and Elizabeth nee Wilson, may not have actually married in the main church. But I would still like to know, especially as I like the music of one its earlier parishioners, George Frideric Handel, not just during weddings.
The marriage records are in the Archives at Westminster City Council so if you are in London, and you have a spare few moments, perhaps you might like to assist me.
Update: January 2016
I now have confirmation that the record is correct! More information to follow in a new blog post soon.
01 June 2010
My mother has only ever known one grandparent, her grandmother Edith, who was known as Lily. Unlike me, Lily had a beautiful skin in her youth, which is why she was called Lily.
Throughout her life, Lily lived on the edge of Lawley Common in Shropshire. In her childhood she lived with her parents, Enoch and Eliza, her only sister Louisa, known as Louie, and many assorted brothers. I think they went to the Methodist chapel in the village on Sundays.