I recall that we went to one record office, where the registrar kept the certificate, firmly towards her, we would have to tell her as much as we knew with what we thought would be on this certificate, and she’d tell us, whether we were right or wrong. I also recall being locked in a room at a church in Tamworth (Staffordshire), with the parish records, on a cold wintry day, for a number of hours going through them for KENDALLs. We had found a Humphry and Dorothea KENDALL, but even now we cannot find a link to them, they are probably part of another branch altogether. Also going to a record office, and being put on a large stool, looking at old documents using white gloves, and paper weights, so as to hold the velum straight. I would go home and type the information up on my electric typewriter. Maybe one day this information will be part of this genealogical site, you never know.
Sadly, my father passed away quite suddenly in February 1988 aged 49 years. It wasn’t until early 1999, that my mother brought the three boxes upto me and Paul, at Horncastle (I had moved from Coventry in 1993). I then started to transfer the lineage's onto computer.
It was in 1995 that I was diagnosed with the genetic disorder EDS (see my EDS page), my father being the carrier of the gene. He, of course, never knew. So, another reason, for researching the KENDALL lineage is to try to find out how my father got to be a carrier of the gene if that's at all possible.
Paul & I are now able to go to the Lincolnshire Archives in Lincoln so expect periodic updates from time to time.
Well, that's how I got started in genealogy. Hope you enjoy reading what I have been able to find out on my ancestors, and my step-fathers ancestors.
I’ll just finish this segment by saying
ISN’T GENEALOGY FUN!