Spooky experiences while researching

[Galium]

One of the illustrations on The Tailor of Gloucester:



I think if had been minded to 'be a tailor' as a child, I would probably have copied that pose.

[joboy]

As  a child I loved sewing , my Mum hated sewing ,
I would sit on the table next to the window with my legs crossed and my sewing items around Me ,
My parents gave up asking Me to sit on the chair .

It was not until many years later I started researching the family tree,

lots of tailors in my line. would sit on tables near windows sewing their goods.

it's in the genes    or is it reincarnation 

Eilleen.

Eilleen ......... the posture you mention was not unusual for tailors I think.
My uncle Sydney Mould (1911) came from a family of tailors and I do remember him saying that he sat crosslegged doing his work near a window to get the best light.
No doubt his forebears did likewise because artificial light (gas,electric,candles or lamps) did not provide sufficient light for fine work.
Joe

oh .........  I forgot to mention that Sidney Mould was from Lincolnshire too
 Joe

[PaulaToo]

Cross legged on the table facing the window with your work spread out about you.
Coming from a long line of tailors, would you believe I did a lot of my sewing like that when I was a young gel. It's great if you have heavy work dragging on your hands because the table supports it.

[snowqueen]

My father died at home and with lots of family and friends visiting, we had run out of milk by the evening.  My sister and brother-in-law left about 10 pm to go home, promising to bring us milk when they came back in the morning.  We locked the door and went to bed.

In the morning they returned clutching a carton of milk.  My sister opened the fridge to put the milk in and almost dropped it.  In the bottom of the fridge there was a carton of milk which had not been there the night before.  There were six of us in the house at the time and to this day, many years later, not one of us has a rational explanation for it.  I like to think that knowing how much I love to drink milky coffee, dad was trying to help out.

[Hampshire Lass]

I've lost count of the number of times I've searched the parish records for births, marriages or deaths and found that the date I have found the record is the exact date of the occasion but hundreds of years later.

Almost as though I have a sixth sense of the anniversary.   

[healyjfch]

I am a member of a Local History Club.
One night we had booked a speaker to give details of a local man who went to India to fight as a soldier. Letters received by his family in Ireland were read.
The last letter was one giving his family the tragic news that their loved one had died.
Our talk was on his actual anniversary !
It was  my own fathers anniversary also. It sent a shiver down my spine.

My family were not related or connected to that of the soldier.

[Malcolm33]

I am a member of a Local History Club.
One night we had booked a speaker to give details of a local man who went to India to fight as a soldier. Letters received by his family in Ireland were read.
The last letter was one giving his family the tragic news that their loved one had died.
Our talk was on his actual anniversary !
It was  my own fathers anniversary also. It sent a shiver down my spine.

My family were not related or connected to that of the soldier.

    I wouldn't rule out reincarnation in a case like this.    I have in mind an episode in 'The Unexplained' by Tony Robinson on the Cathars of Bristol.   In that programme Tony is hypnotically regressed and he got a very vivid vision of his life as an officer in the Indian Army.   The year he gave was around 1845 and he said his age was 26 and name Cranley.    The whole thing was so real to him that he believed it until a Sceptic researcher told him that there had never been a soldier in India with that name.      I decided to have a search myself and found him in a few moments - a Richard, Viscount Cranley who was 26 in 1845 and an officer in the Bengal Army.    I contacted the lady who had regressed Tony who replied with many thanks.

[Lensmeister]

During WWII my Grandfather was stationed at Selly Hill Camp on the outskirts of Whitby and shortly after my Mum was evacuated there as well.

From when my Mum was about 6 months pregnant with me (47 years ago) she went to Whitby every year for holidays etc. I have carried on that tradition and since that visit I have never missed a year since then I am not 46 years old. I have even driven up from Surrey for the day just to do it.

Now the spooky part.

My Mum and I always felt at home in Whitby and loved being there. Whilst researching in the Borough in South London many years ago we were looking at the 1851 Census for Rebecca Dodman (nee Watson).

I was looking through can found a Rebecca and looked underneath at her granddaughter the names matched up and I thought wow go them.  I looked over to the "Where Born" column and in it read; Whitby N. Yorks. needless to say that Mum and I nearly fell off our seats in shock.

Whilst this just confirmed how we felt Whitby it really surprised us as Rebecca was on My Grandfather's side of the family.

Now if we can only find Rebecca's family......

[snooziflooze]

I've had similar experiences too when researching my tree.  For instance, sometimes I've got bored or cheesed off with a brick wall and have decided to give up.  I've decided that the person I'm trying to find is this or that or the other and I dismiss them as being too boring to study anymore and I stop totally trying to find them.  Within a few weeks, I've then had a most curious thing happen.  It's almost as if they've risen up in irritation at me for not discovering the truth about them and they've put before me some record or other I'd not thought about, or perhaps had thought about, but not delved into properly and THERE THEY ARE.  I stare at them in wonderment and think to myself, 'blooming eck...there they are.'  I've been looking for them for ages, given up and then there they are...right there all along! 

It's almost as if they've wanted me to know, and they've wanted to TELL ME OFF for ignoring them.  Most curious indeed!