The qualm with my un godly name
Andrew " brave courageous , manly" Bryce " son of noble blood" Billinglsey " ancient place of origin one of the oldest surnames ever recorded , post 7th century England , migrate to be mostly...
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Andrew " brave courageous , manly" Bryce " son of noble blood" Billinglsey " ancient place of origin one of the oldest surnames ever recorded , post 7th century England , migrate to be mostly...
I've so much that I have always wanted to be able to say. I'm not so bothered that no one wants or needs to read or listen to them.
Sorry that i haven't been around recently. Its been a hard week. My granddads brother passed away. Anyway, i have found out some um family past from other relatives.
So many questions going through your head At night you lay alone in bed Are you hoping for feelings new. Or to do things you know you could do.
I am from drums, from Les Paul guitars and base. I am from a long road in the middle of peaceful bliss. I am from roses and the thorns they hold.
So half terms over, back at work. But it was a super break, despite receiving an email to my personal address from a governor asking for my input on 'non- negotiables'.
I am from music, from Sony head phones and hoodies. I am from the gossip of small town people. I am from sunflowers, roses, and weeds, the colors making me feel like I'm home.
Yes I have a full name, If you call me by it it's only you I'll blame. Kendall-Jane Elizabeth is such a mouthful, My response to this is doubtful.
Hey everyone. Just a little update for you. Today I met for the first time my mrs nan who is Private John Edward Dunn's widowed wife. What an incredible lady!.
I remember my great grandmother, But I know none of the family before her. She passed away when she was one hundred and one, So many things she saw before her life was done.
He's lots and lots of stories No longer can be told, Left to sit and fester Gather dust and mould, Muddle, fuddle, fudge them up Now warped and all squewhiff, Changed, repeated, dressed, laid...
.•*I believe in unicorns by Moon-Child*•. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX The next day Lucas Wilber McDonald got his seven grandchildren back into the family room and re-lit the fire.
#colourchallenge. Entering the bedroom. of this old and. run down place. My eyes settle on the old. throw trimmed. with Antique lace. Exquisitely embroidered. with old gold. coloured thread.
#colourchallenge #heather My mother is a teacher, My father teaches, too, My father's father owned a boat, T'was painted white and blue.
On the 11-11 1918, WW1 finished. Lots of people's lives did too. My great-grandfather served with some of those hero's that we lost. His birthday is the 11-11.
"Sickle cell trait” the Doctor stated, with no understanding oblivious I waited. It’s not Sickle cell disease, but a healthy state not Cancer or contagious you've no one to hate.
@littlekitten challenge My name is Diana, named after the Goddess of the moon. My middle name is Fay ( of the fairy folk). My life has always been blessed in so many ways.
Well I think most of you know my name is Sienna, unlike a few of you I love my name I'm named after a place in Italy where I was conceived.
Hello picture on the wall Your hanged up so tall Wrapped in a gold frame Each picture not the same Memories to retell. Stories to reveal.
Lastly, round the table was Lazlo Füst, seated between Cecília and Anna. Still his air of self importance lingered through the softly scented candles.
Have you ever asked your mum Your dad, your grandparents About the stories they hold, And the tales they remember. The ones of a life before You were ever even thought of Let alone existed.
When I was younger...I must have been about 10 or 11, a teacher of mine who I later referred to as "lady Hitler" gave my class the task of compiling a family tree.
#household S Sienna, the name of a place in Tuscany where I was conceived is it's source. J Jessica, believe it or not was the name of my mums 1st...
Let's take a stroll Down Memory Lane As rain slowly drips On the window pane We travel the house The one we used to know All the fights and pets We had to let go We go into our little backyard With...