Sproughton Bob

[heywood]

There is a Robert Jacobs, b 1855 boarding in Ipswich in 1911.

But the details on the death certificate depend on the knowledge of the informant.

[heywood]

A postcard here - post mark of 1915, I think, but that wouldn’t help with his death date
https://www.rootschat.com/links/01q9l/

[littlesis 76]

Wow I cannot believe that postcard is starting at £50.00 ! . Thank you brilliant find
I believe I found Bob in Tattingstone workhouse in 1911 but I could be wrong.
I do have a book here with the same photograph on and it also says he died in the 1920s and that the local of Sproughton paid for a wreath unlike the newspaper.  I have tried looking on the BNA to see if there was any mention of his house burning down but was unable to find anything.
I asked about him a few years ago on a local group and someone remember being threatened by their parents if they were naughty they would take them in the woods to sproughton bob. I have a feeling he died later than 1920s .Could anyone date the photographs?

[heywood]

This is the same information that you have but a bit clearer.
https://issuu.com/mansionhousepublishing/docs/int_sproughton_mar17_7e4eedd8bd0b80

[AllanUK]

I have a photograph of my maternal great grandfather, a small holder in Whaplode, Lincolnshire, and he is wearing the same style of hat that Bob is wearing. The photograph is marked as being taken in 1895. Hope this helps.

[heywood]

Is there a family grave at all?

[AllanUK]

littlesis 76

Tracking Bob via Census returns shows that he was with his parent in 1861;1871 and 1881. He was with his widowed mother in 1891 and 1901. He was in the Samford Union Workhouse in the 1911 Census - his mother passing in, I believe, 1903.

[littlesis 76]

Hi
Thank you Allan ,I have all the same for him. I have just looked at the Facebook group and people on there are asking who remembers Sproughton Bob riding on his bike with 2 rabbits hanging from the handle bars ? Surely no one alive would have a clear memory of him if he died in 1920s ?
I have searched the graveyard and no graves. I remember the day well cold,raining and stood in dog dirt ...no my greatest grave hunting day !

[AllanUK]

Oh for the days when we could travel to a graveyard of our choice in all sorts of weather without 'fear of the dreaded lurgy'

I remember cold wet days picking my path between graves to try and find the ones that I was sure were there, sometimes winning but a lot of the times 'no such luck'