Banburians All Delving into my PARGETER File..(almost archive material from 2003 research) Help Please . Looking for the marriage of Robert PARGETER b: circa 1615/16 he married Mary ?????? abt 1646 @ Wardington Oxon. Robert was the son of John PARGETER b: abt 1585 = Ann FOSTER of Middleton Cheney, Robert & Mary?? were the parents of John b: Wardington,,, bpt 1651 he married Ann BROWNE 1674 @ Farthinghoe Northants... Mary ??????? Who / Whom from Wardington.., T I A betty -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 233 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

Hi Betty, Colin Harris' 7th Edition of Oxrordshire Parish Registers and Bishop's Transcripts says that the Wardington PR's has gap in marriages between 1636 - 47. The OFHS Wardington PR's show this gap then 2 marriages in 1648, none in 1649-50, 1 marr. in 1651 and none 1652 - 4. The first PARGETER marr in the index is 1797. They also show; bapt; 20 Nov 1651 PARGITER John s Robert 21 Dec 1656 " Thomas s Robert, born 9 Apr 1658 " Sarah d Robert, born burials; 26 Dec 1656 PARGITER Thomas s Robert 17 May 1658 " Ann 13 Dec 1661 " Thomas s Robert & Mary 16 Apr 1702 " Robert otp 30 Dec 1714 " Mary widow otp Can't find Robert & Mary's marr in any OFHS Banburyshire PR's. HTH, Bill Watson ----- Original Message ----- From: "betty" <bkrhodes@bigpond.net.au> To: <eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, November 08, 2009 5:44 AM Subject: [BAN] PARGETER/PARGITER Revisited.. > Banburians All > > Delving into my PARGETER File..(almost archive material from 2003 > research) > > Help Please . > > Looking for the marriage of Robert PARGETER b: circa 1615/16 > he married Mary ?????? abt 1646 @ Wardington Oxon. > > Robert was the son of John PARGETER b: abt 1585 = Ann FOSTER of > Middleton Cheney, > > Robert & Mary?? were the parents of John b: Wardington,,, bpt 1651 > he married Ann BROWNE 1674 @ Farthinghoe Northants... > > > Mary ??????? Who / Whom from Wardington.., > > T I A > > betty

Betty you make reference to the surname Ann BROWNE 1674 at Farthinghoe, Northants. Do you have anything earlier on the surname BROWNE? I have details of this surname in the 16th century in and around Fritwell, Banbury, Kirtlington, Kiddington etc Would appreciate details if you have them of early BROWNE family. David Judd -----Original Message----- From: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of betty Sent: 08 November 2009 12:45 To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Subject: [BAN] PARGETER/PARGITER Revisited.. Banburians All Delving into my PARGETER File..(almost archive material from 2003 research) Help Please . Looking for the marriage of Robert PARGETER b: circa 1615/16 he married Mary ?????? abt 1646 @ Wardington Oxon. Robert was the son of John PARGETER b: abt 1585 = Ann FOSTER of Middleton Cheney, Robert & Mary?? were the parents of John b: Wardington,,, bpt 1651 he married Ann BROWNE 1674 @ Farthinghoe Northants... Mary ??????? Who / Whom from Wardington.., T I A betty -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 233 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Muriel Or" HENGED "in your territory so Beware..!!! betty T in C.. From: "pollyp" <pollyp@xtra.co.nz> To: "ENG-BANBURY-AREA" <ENG-BANBURY-AREA@rootsweb.com> Sent: Wednesday, November 04, 2009 5:19 AM Subject: [BAN] Quite off topic! > Hi Everyone > Risking being labelled PEDANTIC as well as as VERY ODD BOD please may > I gently > point out that people are ------HANGED--------but pheasants and other > meats are HUNG! > > Regards to all, > Muriel. (now have been in NZ 49 years! Eek, doesn't time fly?). > Some useful websites: > FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 223 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

Hi Everyone Risking being labelled PEDANTIC as well as as VERY ODD BOD please may I gently point out that people are ------HANGED--------but pheasants and other meats are HUNG! Now mutter to yourselves that I am being insufferable----I wouldn't blame you, but it is something that gets me "Right ----there" I could scream and kick! The same happens when Kiwi News reporters give an extra syllable to several words in common use-----grrr! I like English! The same emotions, only less violent, happen when I am coping with the American massacre of such spellings as "color' for "colour" etc. and I give wails of anguish when lovely words like foetus and diarrhoea get mangled! Please excuse the lack of Banbury historical topic---except for the highwaymen and other local criminals,---(-including the poor souls who fell politically foul of someone), got HANGED. Mind you I shouldn't fancy being "hanged drawn and quartered" either, but I may be in great danger of being so if I don't go back into my Antipodean hibernating phase right now! Thankyou, Angela, for everything! Much appreciated----it is my favourite list and I have made many, many good friends. Regards to all, Muriel. (now have been in NZ 49 years! Eek, doesn't time fly?).

Good on you Muriel. It is the norm around here. Can't shut them up some times, every one wants to get in on the act. And all without DNA testing. Keep smiling Angela. Roger.

OK guys - I'm going to get hung one way or t'other between you all! For those members that think I was being over the top with admin rules -- please read the below that I sent to a member last night. (very un-admin of me to fwd a direct message!!) For those members that thought it was getting 'off topic' - I listened to you too! Can't please all the people all the time - we however always try our best :>] Angela Co-admin Banbury - still smiling ;>)))) > please no, don't apologise - it was lovely to hear from you again. > In fact this little thread seemed to allow an honesty or gave opportunity > for folks to maybe open up about things that wouldn't normally be > mentioned. > People can be quite reserved talking about personal 'odd' experiences due > to > how they can be received - so nice to know you all felt comfortable enough > to share them on list. > > The 'strictly on topic' issue isn't an issue with me as a list member - > as > a list admin unfortunately I have to note the rules. > I was trying to change the subject light heartedly - hmm, that didn't work > then! > But I think Banbury usually stretches the topic issue as far as possible > ;>) > > Take care & hope we hear more from you soon > Angela

Dear Lister Friends, "From Ghostes and Ghoules And long leggedy beastes, And things that go bump in the night, Good Lord deliver us!" An old old prayer which I have often have cause to invoke! You have all "made my day" with your recent chatter about ghosts/spirits , real or imaginery. I have smiled my way through the emails and been comforted to know that I am not the only "Odd Bod' around! To the Lister who wished that the family ghosts would " come to the party" and maybe help with with Family History researches, I have to answer----"Mine have". Ahem!!!!! I have felt or "seen things" for years and had odd sightings, usually with my peripheral vision. Cats have been predominant, though why this should be so is a mystery to me--- some reveal themselves more clearly, and I have spoken to them, only to find NOTHING in the room they had entered! Last year the general pschic activity accelerated and often bothered me, but I took action/advice and seem to have got that sorted----mostly, anyhow! The majority are comfortable beings and I can live with them. A few months ago I was mulling over my PARRITT family, (paternal Banburyshire line), and as was my wont, was figuratively "leaning on the gate"---thinking that I should like to know more about my Great Grandfather's brother's line/descendants, than I already had on my chart. And what did they look like, and whch of the paternal lines did they resemble?. W--e--ll, about a week afterwards there was an email for me------yes, from one of John Astel PARRITT's descendants!!! Quite out of the blue, and how she got hold of me I have yet to find out! We corresponded and have caught up with some of info, although I still have more to do as because I haven't fully sorted out my usual chaotic mess----my New Year intenetions being shoved aside by a "busy" year. To my joy, in the photos exchanged John A's grandson John Henry looked SO familiar----he had the same "cut of the jib" as my grandfather George, father Len and my brother Roy! Wow! Also this had narrowed down the likelihood of which line they resembled in looks. It could be the illegitimate father's ASTILL Line or their mother's PARRITT family. Happily I continue to dabble, knowing that I am been "helped". I often have "nocturnal visitors" and in the main they have be from my father or folk that resemble him, or look familiar----but can they can appear and then morph into others. Having got over my initial reation of "Go Away", (mentally or aloud), I tend to get more from the visits now. The other week I threw out my hand, in my sleep, and encountered what felt like a glove! I started to "surface" and it became a warm living hand that held mine ---a masculine one, at that! Fully awake now, I waited, and a voice in my head said, clearly, "This is your father's hand." The encounter shook me, of course, but wasn unpleasant. Grannie LUCAS sometimess cruises by, in a cameo form, smiling benignly, and quite unscary. She was my most frequent visitor until lately. I do feel that her mother-in-law, whom, I have discovered had a Spiritualist burial service, (as did Grandma), is getting back at me for uncovering the LUCAS secret! You see the "awareness" is revealing itself in some of my descendants, too Spirits are happy when you recognise they are there. Like us, they get frustrated when they can't get through. So mentally smile, and give out feelings of Love.They generally mean well. Ian----I well believe your experiences---and those of other Listers----including the one of related by Barry! Thankyou, Joe, for your ever welcome reminiscences, and long may they continue! Funnily enough, though they concern the Alderman's Green/Walsgrave area and not your previous Holbrooks ones, again we "cross tracks" My PARRITT grandma was a PORTER from Woodway Lane, Walsgrave ,(Sowe Waste). I also did a 2 year stint teaching at Geoff Bourne's delightful Alderman's GreenPrimary School , before hieing off to Malaya! So Snap! I'm glad that you felt the warmth and interest of your lady, as many of my encounters feel the same. If the sceptical Joe feels it---it must be so. More than time for me to "Shut-up' but I wanted to have my say. Now for breakfast! Regards, Muriel. PS Oh I've just seen Angela's closure as I was about to SEND. I'll chance it, though!

I will say straight out - I do believe there is something past this world as we know it! I never used to - but I built on info I was given -mostly challenging it to be wrong. All I found was it to be right about things family had never known of & I would never of asked about without the intervention of this prompt My dad never knew he'd had an older sister for example before what was given me - but we found her! I have had several experiences which have been weighed, measured, thought long & hard about & put into perspective. There is certainly communication on various levels beyond our everyday chat for sure. On that note folks - Halloween is over! Next 'Banburyshire' related subject for list mail is? please ;>) Angela co admin Banbury List

I still have dreams about my grandparents' long dead, what is strange though it is always as life is now, not as it was when they were here. They are frequently talking to me about current situations, or they need my help. August of 2008 when I finally accepted the fact I was going to have to return to the states to live. I woke up with a poem going through my head. I had to write it down immediately, bearing in mind I have never been able to remember poems much less write them. My grandfather wrote lots of poems. I believe he came to me and wrote this one- it is his type. I have to read it to remember it so I do not take credit for it. Your thoughts? Dawn Here it is I have to say Goodbye By Dawn Griffis/George E Parrish It is not of my choosing to leave the village of my birth, I had returned after forty long years, To live my life in the place I loved until my end, To be buried in the soil of our Church, Along with my ancestors of four hundred years. Sadly it is not to be I must once again leave the home I love And the family I cherish long buried in the ground so old. I will miss the village's crooked and curvy streets, The houses of so many shapes and sizes That so many of my forebears Lived worked and loved I have to return to the land across the sea Where the summers are green and very hot Winters are white and very cold The mountains are old but high enough This land where my young and growing family still live Growing healthy and strong They are doing well These children that are young and not so young They say they miss us and need us It is true - so we must leave And let our bones be buried in another's soil So far from Aynhoe the village I love But I can live no more. -----Original Message----- From: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of irhuckin@aol.com Sent: 02 November 2009 1:32 PM To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? I am certainly a sceptic. Sorry to disillusion some of you, but there is no such thing as ghosts. However, I will concede that odd things, that cannot be explained, do and have happened. My personal two are as follows: 1) My Dad died, and my Mum decided she was going to move away from the house she had lived in for over 40 years. I went over to see her and she told me about the dream she had the night before. I stopped her midstream and told her the rest of the dream. She asked me how I knew the ending. I had had exactly the same dream the same night. It was a dream that my dad was walking up the road. I asked him where he was going and he said he had to go back, but he had to come to make sure everything was alright before mum moved. Quite a specific dream I think. I cannot explain that one. 2) My Mum had a pacemaker fitted. She could not travel in the passenger seat of my car as the seatbelt hurt her. She had to sit behind me, and as I am over 6ft tall, I had to have the seat quite a way back. If she moved her legs I felt her knees in my back. A couple of weeks after she died, I was driving along, and felt that distinctive knee in my back. It kind of spooked me, so I stopped the car and looked at the footwell behind me, expecting to see a can of oil or similar, that had fallen into the seat. No, nothing there that could possibly have caused it. I am not saying it was her spirit, but I cannot explain it. Maybe it was psychosomatic. That is my only rational explanation. It happened once more a few weeks later, but it has never happened since. Ian -----Original Message----- From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Sent: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 13:36 Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? nd with an AMAZING tale, I wish some of my lot would put in an appearance and eveal where they were hiding in 1871 !! -- On Sun, 1/11/09, Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> wrote: rom: Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> ubject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ate: Sunday, 1 November, 2009, 1:16 PM mokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! ave missed your stories, so glad you are back writing awn -----Original Message----- rom: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Joe Connell ent: 01 November 2009 4:31 AM o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ubject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an theist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts ne early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was eturning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my ister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of ine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be elevant. It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman's Green, and t that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very ften I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty inutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular vening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we topped and started along the route. As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their hristmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats head of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those ew seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, nd I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about y age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an ld-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention nd turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but ho was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances ncountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. he was not a neighbour, I was certain - was she a member of a walking roup, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a eaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not peak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not emember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I atched it reach the terminus and round the little island without topping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again t my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit us. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no assengers at all, only the driver. I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted he story to several friends and family members, who all responded the ay that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a nowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of ear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, nd something that can only be described as 'knowingness'. Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the amily tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, ho was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family elationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. One photograph completely took my breathe away - staring straight out nd apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus assenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in he photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother's niece. My irst cousin twice removed. Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, ine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of ind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well ave snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had ever met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to ccept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm - but why Rebecca? A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious amily resemblance? I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously ot given any deep attention. When researching family history some oundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can ivert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. ventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and aterialistic attitude. The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha aques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman's reen. Today a major artery through Alderman's Green is Jaques Road; alfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning ogether with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot f the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. -- mokey Firefox & Thunderbird portals unbelt Vipre & Firewall protection Some useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to NG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without he quotes in the subject and the body of the message Some useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message ome useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

I am certainly a sceptic. Sorry to disillusion some of you, but there is no such thing as ghosts. However, I will concede that odd things, that cannot be explained, do and have happened. My personal two are as follows: 1) My Dad died, and my Mum decided she was going to move away from the house she had lived in for over 40 years. I went over to see her and she told me about the dream she had the night before. I stopped her midstream and told her the rest of the dream. She asked me how I knew the ending. I had had exactly the same dream the same night. It was a dream that my dad was walking up the road. I asked him where he was going and he said he had to go back, but he had to come to make sure everything was alright before mum moved. Quite a specific dream I think. I cannot explain that one. 2) My Mum had a pacemaker fitted. She could not travel in the passenger seat of my car as the seatbelt hurt her. She had to sit behind me, and as I am over 6ft tall, I had to have the seat quite a way back. If she moved her legs I felt her knees in my back. A couple of weeks after she died, I was driving along, and felt that distinctive knee in my back. It kind of spooked me, so I stopped the car and looked at the footwell behind me, expecting to see a can of oil or similar, that had fallen into the seat. No, nothing there that could possibly have caused it. I am not saying it was her spirit, but I cannot explain it. Maybe it was psychosomatic. That is my only rational explanation. It happened once more a few weeks later, but it has never happened since. Ian -----Original Message----- From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Sent: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 13:36 Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? nd with an AMAZING tale, I wish some of my lot would put in an appearance and eveal where they were hiding in 1871 !! -- On Sun, 1/11/09, Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> wrote: rom: Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> ubject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ate: Sunday, 1 November, 2009, 1:16 PM mokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! ave missed your stories, so glad you are back writing awn -----Original Message----- rom: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Joe Connell ent: 01 November 2009 4:31 AM o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ubject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an theist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts ne early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was eturning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my ister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of ine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be elevant. It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman's Green, and t that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very ften I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty inutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular vening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we topped and started along the route. As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their hristmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats head of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those ew seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, nd I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about y age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an ld-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention nd turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but ho was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances ncountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. he was not a neighbour, I was certain - was she a member of a walking roup, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a eaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not peak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not emember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I atched it reach the terminus and round the little island without topping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again t my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit us. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no assengers at all, only the driver. I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted he story to several friends and family members, who all responded the ay that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a nowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of ear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, nd something that can only be described as 'knowingness'. Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the amily tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, ho was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family elationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. One photograph completely took my breathe away - staring straight out nd apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus assenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in he photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother's niece. My irst cousin twice removed. Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, ine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of ind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well ave snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had ever met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to ccept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm - but why Rebecca? A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious amily resemblance? I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously ot given any deep attention. When researching family history some oundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can ivert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. ventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and aterialistic attitude. The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha aques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman's reen. Today a major artery through Alderman's Green is Jaques Road; alfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning ogether with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot f the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. -- mokey Firefox & Thunderbird portals unbelt Vipre & Firewall protection Some useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to NG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without he quotes in the subject and the body of the message Some useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message ome useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message

More ghosts! I see from Joe’s post that stories don’t necessarily have to be Banbury related, so I thought you might be interested in my ghost story. I am from Banbury and worked for Alcan there until 1984 as a metallurgist/scientist/engineer and am somewhat sceptical about the supernatural. After 4 years with an Alcan company in Nottingham, they moved me to a factory in Worcester. We bought a house on the Malvern Hills, which had been built by the quarrymaster for his family from Malvern stone in 1880. You might be thinking this is where the haunting took place – but no! Just before Christmas 1989, my wife had seen a sign for Christmas trees pointing down a small road off the Malvern to Colwall road and sent me off to look for one. It was a cold, damp, misty day typical of winter days in the Malverns. I was still looking for the source of the trees when I found myself approaching Colwall church. As you approach from the west, you are heading straight for the church. The road then turns sharp left and then sharp right to go round the churchyard. As I approached, I was aware of a group of people in the churchyard on the west side standing amongst the gravestones. As I turned left, I looked to my right and saw that they were standing round an open grave. A lot of the figures were indistinct but I clearly saw a woman in a long black coat with a black ‘polished’ bonnet, sideways on. The most striking figure was a small boy about ten years old with blond curly hair and blue eyes – he looked straight at me with a sad expression. He was wearing a coarse grey jacket and short trousers to just below his knees. I looked back at the road to take the right bend and when I looked back they were gone! I never did find the trees! After the festivities, I plucked up courage to go back and found that there are no gravestones on the west side – they were all removed some years ago! Barry Dunwoody 2009/11/2 <eng-banbury-area-request@rootsweb.com> > > > **************************************** > If you are going to reply to one of these digest messages, please quote > only the specific message to which you are replying, and remove the rest of > the digest. > Also, remember to change the subject of your reply so that it matches the > subject of the message to which you are replying. > ~ Thank you. > **************************************** > > Today's Topics: > > 1. Ghosts? You want ghosts? (Joe Connell) > 2. Re: Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! (irhuckin@aol.com) > 3. Re: Ghosts? You want ghosts? (Dawn Griffis) > 4. Re: Ghosts? You want ghosts? (M HOWES) > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Message: 1 > Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2009 09:30:35 +0000 > From: Joe Connell <j40.public@ntlworld.com> > Subject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Message-ID: <4AED553B.6050001@ntlworld.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=windows-1252; format=flowed > > I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an > atheist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts > one early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was > returning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my > sister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of > wine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be > relevant. > > It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman?s Green, and > at that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very > often I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty > minutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular > evening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we > stopped and started along the route. > > As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their > Christmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats > ahead of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those > few seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, > and I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about > my age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an > old-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. > > As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention > and turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but > who was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances > encountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. > She was not a neighbour, I was certain ? was she a member of a walking > group, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? > > The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a > beaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not > speak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not > remember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I > watched it reach the terminus and round the little island without > stopping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again > at my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit > bus. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no > passengers at all, only the driver. > > I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted > the story to several friends and family members, who all responded the > way that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a > knowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of > fear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, > and something that can only be described as ?knowingness?. > > Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the > family tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, > who was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family > relationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. > One photograph completely took my breathe away ? staring straight out > and apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus > passenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since > I had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in > the photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother?s niece. My > first cousin twice removed. > > Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, > wine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of > mind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well > have snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had > never met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to > accept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm ? but why Rebecca? > A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. > Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious > family resemblance? > > I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously > not given any deep attention. When researching family history some > boundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can > divert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. > Eventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and > materialistic attitude. > > The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha > Jaques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman?s > Green. Today a major artery through Alderman?s Green is Jaques Road; > halfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning > together with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot > of the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. > > -- > Smokey > > Firefox & Thunderbird portals > Sunbelt Vipre & Firewall protection > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 2 > Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:07:34 -0500 > From: irhuckin@aol.com > Subject: Re: [BAN] Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Message-ID: <8CC28F244609F00-3A98-1DAD4@webmail-m045.sysops.aol.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > > > Yes. Been there many times. Seen plenty of spirits too! > > Ian > > > -----Original Message----- > From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Sent: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:28 > Subject: [BAN] Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! > > > > Ha ha - one last one, just for Halloween !! > > > robably the most tragic tale of an Oxford ghost is that of Rosamund the > Fair. > ing Henry II was deeply in love with the Nun who lived in Godstow Nunnery, > hich lies on the opposite bank of Trout Island. It was built in 1133, and > was > onsecrated in 1179 by the Archbishop of Canterbury in the presence of King > enry II. > t is said that the King kept his concubine in a secret garden that was > rotected by a labyrinth and guarded by one of his knights. The knight held > the > nd of a silver thread which lead to Rosamund. The Queen was very jealous > and > illed the knight, stole the thread and when she caught up with Rosamund > killed > er by making her drink from a poisoned chalice. > ow Rosamund haunts the Trout pub Wolvercote. She is often seen as a shadowy > igure sneaking around in the awnings. > > > > --- On Sat, 31/10/09, irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> wrote: > > rom: irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> > ubject: Re: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > ate: Saturday, 31 October, 2009, 5:01 PM > > Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? > Ghosts' must commute these days!! > Ian > > ----Original Message----- > rom: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> > o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > ent: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:26 > ubject: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > > > > pcrofts Holt Deddington > xfordshire - The Holt Hotel > e 15th century massive stone structure that is the Holt Hotel has a bloody > st. > rders, executions and all the horror of a darker time contribute to the > ranormal unrest here. > rmer resident Claude Duvalle was a sadistic murderer - a highwayman from > ance. He > ved in hotels to be around rich men and beautiful women. A womanizer in his > n right, he was > pular with the women. When the hotel's proprietors realized they were > housing > hief, the > thorities at the time took him to London, where he was hung. > ortly after Claude was hung, the proprietors of the Holt were found > bludgeoned > death > their bed. Locals blamed the dead man. The crime was never solved. > aude, among other restless souls, have been seen by patrons of the hotel to > is day, floating about in the guest rooms, and the pub. Glasses fly from > elves. Cold spots are felt. > oking sounds are heard. (hmmm) !!! > spooky Halloween story !! > me useful websites: > EECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > EEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > EEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ----------------------------- > unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > e message > Some useful websites: > REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------ > o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > he message > ome useful websites: > REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------ > o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > he message > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 3 > Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 08:16:09 -0500 > From: "Dawn Griffis" <dg21340@comcast.net> > Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? > To: <eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com> > Message-ID: <1704C2E5E76C403CA66874822E82E80D@DawnGriffis> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > > Smokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! > Have missed your stories, so glad you are back writing > Dawn > >

Another for the web page Rosemary? Dawn -----Original Message----- From: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Barry Dunwoody Sent: 01 November 2009 6:40 PM To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Subject: Re: [BAN] ENG-BANBURY-AREA Digest, Vol 4, Issue 207 More ghosts! I see from Joe's post that stories don't necessarily have to be Banbury related, so I thought you might be interested in my ghost story. I am from Banbury and worked for Alcan there until 1984 as a metallurgist/scientist/engineer and am somewhat sceptical about the supernatural. After 4 years with an Alcan company in Nottingham, they moved me to a factory in Worcester. We bought a house on the Malvern Hills, which had been built by the quarrymaster for his family from Malvern stone in 1880. You might be thinking this is where the haunting took place - but no! Just before Christmas 1989, my wife had seen a sign for Christmas trees pointing down a small road off the Malvern to Colwall road and sent me off to look for one. It was a cold, damp, misty day typical of winter days in the Malverns. I was still looking for the source of the trees when I found myself approaching Colwall church. As you approach from the west, you are heading straight for the church. The road then turns sharp left and then sharp right to go round the churchyard. As I approached, I was aware of a group of people in the churchyard on the west side standing amongst the gravestones. As I turned left, I looked to my right and saw that they were standing round an open grave. A lot of the figures were indistinct but I clearly saw a woman in a long black coat with a black 'polished' bonnet, sideways on. The most striking figure was a small boy about ten years old with blond curly hair and blue eyes - he looked straight at me with a sad expression. He was wearing a coarse grey jacket and short trousers to just below his knees. I looked back at the road to take the right bend and when I looked back they were gone! I never did find the trees! After the festivities, I plucked up courage to go back and found that there are no gravestones on the west side - they were all removed some years ago! Barry Dunwoody 2009/11/2 <eng-banbury-area-request@rootsweb.com> > > > **************************************** > If you are going to reply to one of these digest messages, please quote > only the specific message to which you are replying, and remove the rest of > the digest. > Also, remember to change the subject of your reply so that it matches the > subject of the message to which you are replying. > ~ Thank you. > **************************************** > > Today's Topics: > > 1. Ghosts? You want ghosts? (Joe Connell) > 2. Re: Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! (irhuckin@aol.com) > 3. Re: Ghosts? You want ghosts? (Dawn Griffis) > 4. Re: Ghosts? You want ghosts? (M HOWES) > > > ---------------------------------------------------------------------- > > Message: 1 > Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2009 09:30:35 +0000 > From: Joe Connell <j40.public@ntlworld.com> > Subject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Message-ID: <4AED553B.6050001@ntlworld.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset=windows-1252; format=flowed > > I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an > atheist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts > one early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was > returning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my > sister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of > wine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be > relevant. > > It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman?s Green, and > at that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very > often I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty > minutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular > evening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we > stopped and started along the route. > > As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their > Christmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats > ahead of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those > few seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, > and I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about > my age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an > old-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. > > As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention > and turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but > who was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances > encountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. > She was not a neighbour, I was certain ? was she a member of a walking > group, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? > > The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a > beaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not > speak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not > remember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I > watched it reach the terminus and round the little island without > stopping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again > at my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit > bus. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no > passengers at all, only the driver. > > I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted > the story to several friends and family members, who all responded the > way that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a > knowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of > fear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, > and something that can only be described as ?knowingness?. > > Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the > family tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, > who was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family > relationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. > One photograph completely took my breathe away ? staring straight out > and apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus > passenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since > I had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in > the photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother?s niece. My > first cousin twice removed. > > Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, > wine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of > mind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well > have snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had > never met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to > accept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm ? but why Rebecca? > A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. > Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious > family resemblance? > > I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously > not given any deep attention. When researching family history some > boundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can > divert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. > Eventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and > materialistic attitude. > > The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha > Jaques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman?s > Green. Today a major artery through Alderman?s Green is Jaques Road; > halfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning > together with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot > of the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. > > -- > Smokey > > Firefox & Thunderbird portals > Sunbelt Vipre & Firewall protection > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 2 > Date: Sun, 01 Nov 2009 05:07:34 -0500 > From: irhuckin@aol.com > Subject: Re: [BAN] Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Message-ID: <8CC28F244609F00-3A98-1DAD4@webmail-m045.sysops.aol.com> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > > > Yes. Been there many times. Seen plenty of spirits too! > > Ian > > > -----Original Message----- > From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Sent: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:28 > Subject: [BAN] Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! > > > > Ha ha - one last one, just for Halloween !! > > > robably the most tragic tale of an Oxford ghost is that of Rosamund the > Fair. > ing Henry II was deeply in love with the Nun who lived in Godstow Nunnery, > hich lies on the opposite bank of Trout Island. It was built in 1133, and > was > onsecrated in 1179 by the Archbishop of Canterbury in the presence of King > enry II. > t is said that the King kept his concubine in a secret garden that was > rotected by a labyrinth and guarded by one of his knights. The knight held > the > nd of a silver thread which lead to Rosamund. The Queen was very jealous > and > illed the knight, stole the thread and when she caught up with Rosamund > killed > er by making her drink from a poisoned chalice. > ow Rosamund haunts the Trout pub Wolvercote. She is often seen as a shadowy > igure sneaking around in the awnings. > > > > --- On Sat, 31/10/09, irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> wrote: > > rom: irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> > ubject: Re: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > ate: Saturday, 31 October, 2009, 5:01 PM > > Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? > Ghosts' must commute these days!! > Ian > > ----Original Message----- > rom: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> > o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > ent: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:26 > ubject: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > > > > pcrofts Holt Deddington > xfordshire - The Holt Hotel > e 15th century massive stone structure that is the Holt Hotel has a bloody > st. > rders, executions and all the horror of a darker time contribute to the > ranormal unrest here. > rmer resident Claude Duvalle was a sadistic murderer - a highwayman from > ance. He > ved in hotels to be around rich men and beautiful women. A womanizer in his > n right, he was > pular with the women. When the hotel's proprietors realized they were > housing > hief, the > thorities at the time took him to London, where he was hung. > ortly after Claude was hung, the proprietors of the Holt were found > bludgeoned > death > their bed. Locals blamed the dead man. The crime was never solved. > aude, among other restless souls, have been seen by patrons of the hotel to > is day, floating about in the guest rooms, and the pub. Glasses fly from > elves. Cold spots are felt. > oking sounds are heard. (hmmm) !!! > spooky Halloween story !! > me useful websites: > EECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > EEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > EEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ----------------------------- > unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > e message > Some useful websites: > REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------ > o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > he message > ome useful websites: > REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------ > o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > he message > > > > ------------------------------ > > Message: 3 > Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2009 08:16:09 -0500 > From: "Dawn Griffis" <dg21340@comcast.net> > Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? > To: <eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com> > Message-ID: <1704C2E5E76C403CA66874822E82E80D@DawnGriffis> > Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > > Smokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! > Have missed your stories, so glad you are back writing > Dawn > > Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Ian & Nivard. Having been stationed in Dover Castle. I'm a True Believer .. Been There.and it wasn't Halloween" <grn> betty --- Original Message ----- From: <irhuckin@aol.com> To: <eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com> Sent: Sunday, November 01, 2009 3:01 AM Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > > Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? > 'Ghosts' must commute these days!! > > Ian > > > -----Original Message----- > From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> > To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com > Sent: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:26 > Subject: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! > > > > > > > opcrofts Holt Deddington > Oxfordshire - The Holt Hotel > he 15th century massive stone structure that is the Holt Hotel has a > bloody > ast. > urders, executions and all the horror of a darker time contribute to the > aranormal unrest here. > ormer resident Claude Duvalle was a sadistic murderer - a highwayman from > rance. He > ived in hotels to be around rich men and beautiful women. A womanizer in > his > wn right, he was > opular with the women. When the hotel's proprietors realized they were > housing > thief, the > uthorities at the time took him to London, where he was hung. > hortly after Claude was hung, the proprietors of the Holt were found > bludgeoned > o death > n their bed. Locals blamed the dead man. The crime was never solved. > laude, among other restless souls, have been seen by patrons of the hotel > to > his day, floating about in the guest rooms, and the pub. Glasses fly from > helves. Cold spots are felt. > hoking sounds are heard. (hmmm) !!! > > spooky Halloween story !! > ome useful websites: > REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------ > o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com > ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body > of > he message > > Some useful websites: > FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ > FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ > FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ > ------------------------------- > To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to > ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without > the quotes in the subject and the body of the message > -- I am using the free version of SPAMfighter. We are a community of 6 million users fighting spam. SPAMfighter has removed 214 of my spam emails to date. Get the free SPAMfighter here: http://www.spamfighter.com/len The Professional version does not have this message

I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an atheist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts one early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was returning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my sister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of wine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be relevant. It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman’s Green, and at that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very often I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty minutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular evening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we stopped and started along the route. As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their Christmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats ahead of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those few seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, and I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about my age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an old-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention and turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but who was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances encountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. She was not a neighbour, I was certain – was she a member of a walking group, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a beaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not speak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not remember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I watched it reach the terminus and round the little island without stopping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again at my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit bus. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no passengers at all, only the driver. I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted the story to several friends and family members, who all responded the way that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a knowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of fear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, and something that can only be described as ‘knowingness’. Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the family tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, who was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family relationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. One photograph completely took my breathe away – staring straight out and apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus passenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since I had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in the photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother’s niece. My first cousin twice removed. Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, wine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of mind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well have snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had never met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to accept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm – but why Rebecca? A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious family resemblance? I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously not given any deep attention. When researching family history some boundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can divert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. Eventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and materialistic attitude. The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha Jaques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman’s Green. Today a major artery through Alderman’s Green is Jaques Road; halfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning together with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot of the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. -- Smokey Firefox & Thunderbird portals Sunbelt Vipre & Firewall protection

Smokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! Have missed your stories, so glad you are back writing Dawn -----Original Message----- From: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Joe Connell Sent: 01 November 2009 4:31 AM To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Subject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an atheist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural. My story starts one early December evening, some eight years ago. I live alone, and was returning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my sister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of wine. I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be relevant. It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman's Green, and at that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very often I was the only passenger. The journey would last some twenty minutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop. This particular evening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we stopped and started along the route. As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their Christmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats ahead of me. I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those few seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, and I realised that I knew her. Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about my age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an old-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention and turned to smile in my direction. Yes, I certainly did know her, but who was she? I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances encountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. She was not a neighbour, I was certain - was she a member of a walking group, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a beaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not speak. I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not remember where we had previously met. The bus pulled away from me and I watched it reach the terminus and round the little island without stopping, before returning in my direction. I determined to look again at my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit bus. As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no passengers at all, only the driver. I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted the story to several friends and family members, who all responded the way that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a knowing smile. Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of fear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, and something that can only be described as 'knowingness'. Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the family tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, who was seriously ill. We sat around his bed and talked of family relationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia. One photograph completely took my breathe away - staring straight out and apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus passenger. I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since I had gone somewhat pale. Eventually I asked our host about the lady in the photograph. She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother's niece. My first cousin twice removed. Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence. A heavy meal, wine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of mind conducive to imaginings. Leaving the bus and its warmth could well have snapped one back into reality. But why Rebecca? A lady I had never met, and who I had consciously never been aware of. I had to accept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm - but why Rebecca? A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage. Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious family resemblance? I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously not given any deep attention. When researching family history some boundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can divert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. Eventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and materialistic attitude. The 1881 census stated it quite plainly. John Sidwell, his wife Martha Jaques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman's Green. Today a major artery through Alderman's Green is Jaques Road; halfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning together with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot of the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. -- Smokey Firefox & Thunderbird portals Sunbelt Vipre & Firewall protection Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

and with an AMAZING tale, I wish some of my lot would put in an appearance and reveal where they were hiding in 1871 !!  --- On Sun, 1/11/09, Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> wrote: From: Dawn Griffis <dg21340@comcast.net> Subject: Re: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Date: Sunday, 1 November, 2009, 1:16 PM Smokey, you have done it again, another for the memories page Rosemary! Have missed your stories, so glad you are back writing Dawn -----Original Message----- From: eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com [mailto:eng-banbury-area-bounces@rootsweb.com] On Behalf Of Joe Connell Sent: 01 November 2009 4:31 AM To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Subject: [BAN] Ghosts? You want ghosts? I was born immediately prior to the last World War and have long been an atheist and a sceptic in matters of the supernatural.  My story starts one early December evening, some eight years ago.  I live alone, and was returning home by public transport after spending a Sunday with my sister; having enjoyed the usual splendid meal and a glass or two of wine.  I think it important to provide all facts that could possibly be relevant. It was my usual bus, travelling from Walsgrave to Alderman's Green, and at that time of the evening it carried very few passengers, indeed very often I was the only passenger.  The journey would last some twenty minutes and I would alight at the penultimate stop.  This particular evening I was vaguely aware of occasional fellow passengers as we stopped and started along the route. As I looked out of the window at passing houses and idly reviewed their Christmas decorations, I became aware of a lady seated several seats ahead of me.  I had not noticed her board the bus, but she sat in those few seats that faced across the bus, such that she was in profile to me, and I realised that I knew her.  Wearing dark clothing, she seemed about my age, was clutching a round, woven basket on her lap; and wore an old-fashioned hat with a small sprig of white berries pinned to it. As I searched my mind to identify her, she seemed to sense my attention and turned to smile in my direction.  Yes, I certainly did know her, but who was she?  I smiled back politely, as one does to acquaintances encountered in the street, and turned back to look out of the window. She was not a neighbour, I was certain - was she a member of a walking group, or had I met her in one of the historical societies? The time came for me to alight, and as I passed her she gave me a beaming smile and deliberately held my eyes with hers; but did not speak.  I felt a wave of familiarity and warmth, but could still not remember where we had previously met.  The bus pulled away from me and I watched it reach the terminus and round the little island without stopping, before returning in my direction.  I determined to look again at my mysterious friend who would now be facing me from the brightly-lit bus.  As it passed I was surprised to realise that the bus contained no passengers at all, only the driver. I mused on this event many times in the subsequent months and recounted the story to several friends and family members, who all responded the way that I would have done in their position; a shake of the head and a knowing smile.  Ghosts are supposed to be accompanied by feelings of fear or apprehension, but my passenger had exuded warmth, friendliness, and something that can only be described as 'knowingness'. Several years after this incident, a cousin and I were researching the family tree and had traced the sole surviving nephew of our grandfather, who was seriously ill.  We sat around his bed and talked of family relationships as we examined his cache of certificates and memorabilia.   One photograph completely took my breathe away - staring straight out and apparently looking directly into my eyes, was my mysterious bus passenger.  I could not speak, and was asked what the matter was, since I had gone somewhat pale.  Eventually I asked our host about the lady in the photograph.  She was Rebecca Sidwell, his grandmother's niece.  My first cousin twice removed. Subsequently I pondered many times on this occurrence.  A heavy meal, wine, a cold evening and a warm bus could very well produce a state of mind conducive to imaginings.  Leaving the bus and its warmth could well have snapped one back into reality.  But why Rebecca?  A lady I had never met, and who I had consciously never been aware of.  I had to accept the possibility of my mind raising a phantasm - but why Rebecca?   A relative, yes, but at some distance, and not even in direct lineage.   Why had she seemed familiar to me, was it perhaps a subconscious family resemblance? I determined to research the Sidwell family, to which I had previously not given any deep attention.  When researching family history some boundaries have to be applied or the tree become quite unwieldy and can divert attention away from the more difficult and earlier ancestry. Eventually I received the third surprise to my disbelieving and materialistic attitude. The 1881 census stated it quite plainly.  John Sidwell, his wife Martha Jaques, and their large family occupied Victoria Farm in Alderman's Green.  Today a major artery through Alderman's Green is Jaques Road; halfway along it lies the Victoria Farm Estate; and GPS positioning together with the 1886 OS map shows that my flat sits on the exact spot of the farmhouse which belonged to the Sidwell family. -- Smokey Firefox & Thunderbird portals Sunbelt Vipre & Firewall protection Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message Some useful websites: FREECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ FREEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ FREEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------- To unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com with the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of the message

Yes. Been there many times. Seen plenty of spirits too! Ian -----Original Message----- From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Sent: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 17:28 Subject: [BAN] Fw: Re: Ghost Stories ! Ha ha - one last one, just for Halloween !! robably the most tragic tale of an Oxford ghost is that of Rosamund the Fair. ing Henry II was deeply in love with the Nun who lived in Godstow Nunnery, hich lies on the opposite bank of Trout Island. It was built in 1133, and was onsecrated in 1179 by the Archbishop of Canterbury in the presence of King enry II. t is said that the King kept his concubine in a secret garden that was rotected by a labyrinth and guarded by one of his knights. The knight held the nd of a silver thread which lead to Rosamund. The Queen was very jealous and illed the knight, stole the thread and when she caught up with Rosamund killed er by making her drink from a poisoned chalice. ow Rosamund haunts the Trout pub Wolvercote. She is often seen as a shadowy igure sneaking around in the awnings. --- On Sat, 31/10/09, irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> wrote: rom: irhuckin@aol.com <irhuckin@aol.com> ubject: Re: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ate: Saturday, 31 October, 2009, 5:01 PM Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? Ghosts' must commute these days!! Ian ----Original Message----- rom: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> o: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com ent: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:26 ubject: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! pcrofts Holt Deddington xfordshire - The Holt Hotel e 15th century massive stone structure that is the Holt Hotel has a bloody st. rders, executions and all the horror of a darker time contribute to the ranormal unrest here. rmer resident Claude Duvalle was a sadistic murderer - a highwayman from ance. He ved in hotels to be around rich men and beautiful women. A womanizer in his n right, he was pular with the women. When the hotel's proprietors realized they were housing hief, the thorities at the time took him to London, where he was hung. ortly after Claude was hung, the proprietors of the Holt were found bludgeoned death their bed. Locals blamed the dead man. The crime was never solved. aude, among other restless souls, have been seen by patrons of the hotel to is day, floating about in the guest rooms, and the pub. Glasses fly from elves. Cold spots are felt. oking sounds are heard. (hmmm) !!! spooky Halloween story !! me useful websites: EECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ EEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ EEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ----------------------------- unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of e message Some useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message ome useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message

They would obviously use the Ghost Train <g> Nivard Ovington in Cornwall (UK) > > Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? > 'Ghosts' must commute these days!! > > Ian

Hmm. So he was hung in London and haunts an hotel in Deddington eh? 'Ghosts' must commute these days!! Ian -----Original Message----- From: M HOWES <m.m.r.howes@btinternet.com> To: eng-banbury-area@rootsweb.com Sent: Tue, 27 Oct 2009 19:26 Subject: [BAN] Ghost Stories ! opcrofts Holt Deddington Oxfordshire - The Holt Hotel he 15th century massive stone structure that is the Holt Hotel has a bloody ast. urders, executions and all the horror of a darker time contribute to the aranormal unrest here. ormer resident Claude Duvalle was a sadistic murderer - a highwayman from rance. He ived in hotels to be around rich men and beautiful women. A womanizer in his wn right, he was opular with the women. When the hotel's proprietors realized they were housing thief, the uthorities at the time took him to London, where he was hung. hortly after Claude was hung, the proprietors of the Holt were found bludgeoned o death n their bed. Locals blamed the dead man. The crime was never solved. laude, among other restless souls, have been seen by patrons of the hotel to his day, floating about in the guest rooms, and the pub. Glasses fly from helves. Cold spots are felt. hoking sounds are heard. (hmmm) !!! spooky Halloween story !! ome useful websites: REECEN - http://www.freecen.org.uk/ REEBMD - http://freebmd.rootsweb.com/ REEREG - http://www.freereg.org.uk/ ------------------------------ o unsubscribe from the list, please send an email to ENG-BANBURY-AREA-request@rootsweb.com ith the word 'unsubscribe' without the quotes in the subject and the body of he message