Genealogy Chat

Only drinks availible here is some C**p homemade Baileys! The goodies are at Crones... just got f=to find out where she lives **thumbs phone directory.... C..R..O..** Q- would she be listed under Crone or Old? any good looking in 1881? , she's old , but is she THAT old?

PS Marj.............. where is that pub please? :-)

This is one of the funniest threads ever ............ perhaps GR ought to issue more surveys if this is the result! You are all brilliant! Bev x

Remember the other survey a while ago? :-)

Do you mean your own personal survey......???? Thread title, ''I like...'' ????????????????? Merry

merry where bouts are you looks like Lancs for christmas? Name: CRONE, Female Record Type: Births Quarter: March Year: 1870 District: West Derby County: Lancashire Volume: 8b Page: 307

BAH HUMBUG Good to know other people plan christmases which sound as exciting as mine. This year I do not have to cook christmas lunch - we are going to husband's cousin. That's the good news. The bad news is that my kids (both well over 20!) object to being done out of their home-cooked christmas lunch, so I have to do it on christmas eve instead. Added to which, the 'christmas present' we shall be returning with on christmas day is husband's batty and difficult sister. She is having 2 days with cousin prior to christmas, followed by what feels like 2 years with us afterwards. I know, I know, peace and goodwill to all men. Christian charity and all that. But I have done this for 20 years now (ever since her mother died - father remarried and wicked stepmother had her out of the family home within weeks). Do I never get a christmas off? Can I join the chocolate and mock-baileys fest please? Someone will have to come to Cheshire and fetch me though, as am waiting for op on knee and can only drive about 5 miles at one go - so if you are all down south I am in trouble! What do you think GR would say if I put in their survey 'Murdering sister-in-law, chopping her body into small pieces, wrapping each piece carefully in bubble-wrap and left over christmas paper and posting a piece to each of the other members of her family who NEVER invite her to stay at all, let alone at christmas'? Oh, and just to get me really in the festive mood, as I skulk here at the computer, husband is in the other room, playing Johnny Cash CDs. 'I'm going to hang in the morning and I know I deserve it'. Whatever happened to christmas carols? Tina (really getting into the spirit of the season)

Oooh I've just caught up on this thread. As you might expect from my board name, this is not my favourite season. But if I bring some brandy and crisps and nobody mentions the C word, may I come too?

Gawd! You cant take Brandy to Crone's...no telling what would happen! What is the C word that can't be mentioned?

Creme de Menthe?? Merry

Coco-Pops?

C-C-C-Connected

Crackers.......(like we all are!) Merry

There's something about the tips board................... :-)

Who you calling crackers Merry? Wanna fight? Ok ok, its the season of goodwill,

Oops - I meant....ummmmmm..............Chestnut Stuffing??!! Merry

Curling up on the couch, supping a cup of mead :-)

Ooh, Jess, that was a close one - I was actually born in Lancs! Tina Yes, I know, I have stood many Xmas Days up to my oxters in the sink, surveying the (actually quite appealing) prospect of a Life Sentence With No Recommendation For Mercy, for murdering several members of my extended family. One Xmas, many years ago now, my parents INSISTED that we go to them. So, with misgivings, we loaded the car with pressies, food, drink, suitcases, three children, plus a spare stepchild who had inadvertently been excluded from his mother's Xmas plans (don't ask). We then drove the 12,000 miles from Cornwall to Preston. Youngest was steadily carsick, but no prob, I knew this was going to happen and had dressed her in her oldest, scruffiest, bobbliest pyjamas, with best clothes in a carrier bag for a quick change 10 miles prior to arrival. Unfortunately, she was sick into the bag containing clean clothes. Hubby, who turned into a deranged lunatic whenever in a car, would not allow the windows to be opened as the 'slipsteam slows the car down'. When we finally arrived, exhausted, stinking of sick, my father greeted me on the drive with the immortal words 'Now, don't let your mother do everything' Among the presents they had selected for my children were: A huge, practically life-size wooden rocking horse. A huge, practically life-size, Doll's House. On the return journey, the Rocking horse would only fit into the front passenger seat, in the seat belt. We had to unpack the suitcases and leave them behind, stuffing the contents into the Doll's House, and any remaining crevice in the car - five of us in the back seat, no such thing as rear seat belts in those days, and yes, youngest being sick all over everything. Its no wonder that I go mad when let out on my own, is it? Olde Crone

So it will be OK if Jess and I come in our (knobbly) pyjamas then? I'll bring the out of date Carnation and Jess will bring the doctored Bailey's and the half a tin of Quality Street......... Jess........Hope you don't get travel sick? Never mind....If I strap you to the roof rack in one of those aerodynamic roof boxes, with a hole cut in it so you can see out/be sick out......that should be OK, I think?? Old crone....Please can you email me a map, or instructions for the route? Are you the second house after the pub, or the third one before the postbox?? Merry x

Would someone like to explain to me why the pile on the table next to the puter consists of a file, some fh journals, xmas stamps, heart pills and... a swede? (Blonde and hairy, but vegetable, alas) This is the sum total of a theoretical week off work to tidy up for C. Sorry, but the C word is X rated in this house.