Open House

Next weekend is the London Open House weekend. Saturday sees me visiting family in Tiptree for the family tree project, so I’m looking for somewhere local to visit on Sunday. That’s off now, so I might be able to do both days.

The search on the website is, however, pretty badly done and, in fact, not actually working at the moment. Now I seem to remember there was a tour of the Becontree estate and Valance House had an open day. I think this may be a bit too local. I know both the museam and the estate very well. I want to see what is open towards the Eastern end of the District Line – Hornchurch and Upminster, mainly because I can easily cycle there, and it is downhill all the way on the return journey.

I wonder just how many punters some of the events will attract. I really can’t see the estate tour being very well subscribed…

Hmm.

I’m lucky (sad / geeky) enough to have several computers at home. So when one of them packed up on the 30 Aug, I just switched to using another one and thought about fixing it when the weather cooled down a bit.

I’ve just looked in that machine to see that the RAM is missing, not just one stick that could have fallen out, but two sticks that have very obviously been removed.

Now aside from the small top window that is pretty much always open, there is no way into the room from outside. The larger side window is firmly shut, while it may be possible to open the large window from outside, it is impossible to close it tightly again. No one else will admit to having been in the room, and to be honest, no one else here would really have a clue about computers anyway. Nothing else has gone as far as I can tell.

So where has the RAM gone? I’m rather puzzled by this.

Family tree research

Earlier this year, I started researching my family tree with my sister. I was something we’d both always wanted to do, but never told the other. When we both realised we wanted to do it, we found in the incentive to actually go about it. Things are much easier when you have someone else dragging you along…

As with most families I’d guess, there are various half remembered stories about great uncles or distant cousins that made good, died mysteriously or did something and were never spoken of again. The two best remembered stories in the family are quite good.

One involves either my great grandfather or his brother being an illegitimate son of one of the Mays from the Bryant and May match company. My Grandfather mentioned hearing about this when he was a kid, and there being quite a bit of money at stake should anyone ever be able to prove it. Of course it was never proven one way or the other when the money was still on the table, and there is no way to prove it now; the money is long gone anyway.

The other story is slightly more macabre. Again it involves my grandfather’s family. It seems that his father’s brother vanished in the first world war. Nothing too strange there, but it was later reported that he died on an ant hill in Africa and was stripped to the bone.

Well, now we are about 7 months into the research, we’ve traced back the immediate ancestors to around 1750 when they moved to the London area. Going back much further will probably be difficult and time consuming. So now we are starting to fill in the details of the lives of the people.

We visited the National Archives at Kew on Monday, to take a look at the army records from the first world war. Unfortunately, it seems that the majority of the records covering the time period we are interested in were destroyed during the bombing of London in the second world war.

We’ve been doing a bit of travelling around the East End, mainly Bow, Mile End and Hackney so we could see where the family has its roots. This should give me an excuse to post photos and maps and things…

The research has been fun and has expanded the number of living family members by around 50. Though these are all distant cousins, so apart from adding one or two the the xmas card list, I doubt we’ll have much further contact.

One good thing to come from all this has been discovering that on the whole, the family tends to long lives, aside from war and accidents, most of the menfolk make it to 70 with no problems, while the women get around another 10 years, even back in the 17 and 1800s.

Whoops

Another week makes wooshing noises as it flys past, I’m a few hundred works and a metric kebabload of fluorine plasma chemistry closer to being a Doctor. I didn’t find the time to post part two of the Thames walk, a shame really, it involves pubs. I like pubs, I even like writing about them. I’ll post it when I get back.

I’m now off to lay in a field (mud optional) where I will be talking toot, drinking a little too much and reading the new Robert Rankin book.

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A nice thought provoking post

Brent Rasmussen over at Unscrewing the Inscrutable has a great post for dealing with creationists and young earthers; two annoying, braindead, anti-science groups I’ve had dealings with in the past [1].

Ancestral Magnitudes

“My grandfather wasn’t no monkey!”, “You think we came from slime?!”, and “man, if you want to believe your great^100 grandpa was a rock, be my guest…but it’s STUPID!”.

Great to the 100th? Well, yes, that would be pretty stupid. A monkey? Slime? Rocks as ancestors? Clearly you don’t have an adequate grasp of either the actual concept of evolutionary ancestry or of the significant time factors involved. I think you need a whole lot more zeros as well as a more realistic ultimate original entity. And maybe it would be worthwhile to learn more about Creation before taking up the call to tell your Creator what He can and cannot do.

read on

A wonderful sweep of history and prehistory and science that shows up creationist arguments about there being a lack of time for evolution to happen to be the poor lies and wilful misunderstandings that they are. Go read it.

A good fictionalised account of the evolution of the Human race can also be found the in the book Evolution by Stephen Baxter. Not exactly scientifically rigorous, but a bloody good read.

[1] Can you tell I’m not a fan of them?