tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43500075510443878932024-03-19T07:11:53.074+00:008 Keeling BrothersIt has been a great joy to Mum and me to have had eight sons. I hope you will all remain good friends and look after each other as well.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger331125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-15693188138452244662023-09-29T15:23:00.001+01:002023-09-29T15:23:26.818+01:00Cricket Match Report<div style="text-align: left;">The lunch at Jacobs and Keeling vs Sedlescombe cricket match at Newenden were held on 16-17 September. We won the cricket by some wickets. They were all out for 106, Zak took three wickets, it rained for lunch, then we went in and got 107 for 4. Ted excelled with 40 runs and Jasper hit 30.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Km6cdy0xK4hXAIBYBwKvhIdVMi3-JC1D?usp=drive_link" target="_blank">48 photos from lunch, games after lunch and cricket including score book and the 11 photo here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJ7FlmuwtjkrIcwIyrZ7lcaDO3H2Q0UNfOOPxsDDO7ju5yN-b5hYNeanqNYfwBWXLixOulG2k9d1BZVGDti2AfV2gwwq8p4Z5XXkzZ_kWTSXqUPDak0FSyY1e4_euvTd4lM4mhhCBFMTE5ZFxcF7X83LI4QIPJcQVVOvPT-vXmDodZPA9LT7pAZwhOTFm/s4032/2%20team%20photos%20(1a).jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJ7FlmuwtjkrIcwIyrZ7lcaDO3H2Q0UNfOOPxsDDO7ju5yN-b5hYNeanqNYfwBWXLixOulG2k9d1BZVGDti2AfV2gwwq8p4Z5XXkzZ_kWTSXqUPDak0FSyY1e4_euvTd4lM4mhhCBFMTE5ZFxcF7X83LI4QIPJcQVVOvPT-vXmDodZPA9LT7pAZwhOTFm/w640-h480/2%20team%20photos%20(1a).jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-3684516911487171632023-09-26T11:06:00.008+01:002023-09-26T11:06:56.815+01:00Orpen portrait of Barbar<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhin3v0AQwSSYm_CIdn0X_Kpa-P64bYPaJPUpJz3th_RT5oYyI9RllcwYu8u3ZuelFZdtIR68r3VRXBt2tdoz4R4QWxAy8FCyC7LJNdOYct7F567zs-KScqaIH7rDL5JoIeLgTc_0yVX4FJ5TKUKEGbtO19xe74icJT-hKP7tFknEZ7-EGDMLgYBCXl-hZS/s4000/orpen%20barbar%20(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhin3v0AQwSSYm_CIdn0X_Kpa-P64bYPaJPUpJz3th_RT5oYyI9RllcwYu8u3ZuelFZdtIR68r3VRXBt2tdoz4R4QWxAy8FCyC7LJNdOYct7F567zs-KScqaIH7rDL5JoIeLgTc_0yVX4FJ5TKUKEGbtO19xe74icJT-hKP7tFknEZ7-EGDMLgYBCXl-hZS/w480-h640/orpen%20barbar%20(1).jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjMsYLHBiX-pXQyvMsUEfSRfUnnfKlxACeFNUN23EFTxFfpeyUeveOWqnf_rts4xWPJ7QjmRExPEi8Gjzp0-r5w5RBWgX6IKHDus70LxcTlQ8vobLqEC5nEdciyLGPd7_qMFgMMLPCmZpt98UXHVqdhiOfBhovMov9UG1rHVIyTG3WxK3RZKjG66KvCXi/s4000/orpen%20barbar%20(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4000" data-original-width="3000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZjMsYLHBiX-pXQyvMsUEfSRfUnnfKlxACeFNUN23EFTxFfpeyUeveOWqnf_rts4xWPJ7QjmRExPEi8Gjzp0-r5w5RBWgX6IKHDus70LxcTlQ8vobLqEC5nEdciyLGPd7_qMFgMMLPCmZpt98UXHVqdhiOfBhovMov9UG1rHVIyTG3WxK3RZKjG66KvCXi/w480-h640/orpen%20barbar%20(2).jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;">Just after Barbar, my grandmother, was married (~1920), her great admirer Mr Johnson commissioned a portrait of her by the famous artist Orpen. In her <a href="https://www.8-brothers.net/2010/11/barbara-gibbs-socialite-diary-britain.html">diaries</a> Barbar wrote of it "I was rather disinterested and would have preferred the fifteen hundred pounds which was the price named. But then I had a letter from Mr Johnson. I wish that I had kept it. What he said, in effect, was 'You know you would rather have today the pearl necklace that the artist's fee would buy you; one day in the future your husband will give you those pearls but he will never be able to have you painted as you are today.' That letter should and did console a greedy girl."</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-66358248600742821972023-09-26T10:38:00.002+01:002023-09-26T10:38:41.057+01:00Allis - Keeling family tree<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FZX-OMgJ1g9xfG1H0DctfRXMZ7kywNF8DLxxtqEscSAK4bPdPktKzwqpS8rdJgbUUtrfVEmJB9EpKwYpBe9oHw0rK5W48To0a-UVp2MHo1SjorWU04F6E1ainI2-dHij5bvo2mHVXUID_37kYvUgBb-4Nnnk4gk8CbGEB5ob2UABc_wOdHLk7RdYZyv-/s717/Keeling%20Allis%20GenealogySS.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="562" data-original-width="717" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7FZX-OMgJ1g9xfG1H0DctfRXMZ7kywNF8DLxxtqEscSAK4bPdPktKzwqpS8rdJgbUUtrfVEmJB9EpKwYpBe9oHw0rK5W48To0a-UVp2MHo1SjorWU04F6E1ainI2-dHij5bvo2mHVXUID_37kYvUgBb-4Nnnk4gk8CbGEB5ob2UABc_wOdHLk7RdYZyv-/s16000/Keeling%20Allis%20GenealogySS.png" /></a></p><p>Jane and Bill Allis visited England recently and met Nick and Mark Crean and Simon and Tom Keeling. Bill shared this family tree which shows how we are all descended from Edward Phelps Allis (1824-1889). There is a more legible version of the image <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D2MazX5NbZDjL0ENv2EPEmzoPFz8fOyG/view?usp=drive_link" target="_blank">here</a>. Mary [Allis] Keeling (1891-1988) my great aunt was the Aunty Allis who introduced the <a href="https://patience5games.com/" target="_blank">card game as told in the rules</a> by my Dad. </p><p>George<br /><br /><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-1182307391336211482023-07-30T15:08:00.006+01:002023-07-30T15:08:55.578+01:00Cherry Palmer<div style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLo0zf4nJZ3JWaix_tNFgWqMTmbnmA0_fzydrULkEea9ZkDrEFizwqEQw3y8C4oQnMZqS-pCqGg1b_VReMyCxBJDO88TesAsTKyXPvP97G4nHX1prtc8SoAoUpnYebY5SJKKhG4DnaShNyASZTUzc4A3eCCjNVOLpijWDc8gVipaQu3Dr1Yh_6n7_wCIB/s2663/cherry.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1729" data-original-width="2663" height="416" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsLo0zf4nJZ3JWaix_tNFgWqMTmbnmA0_fzydrULkEea9ZkDrEFizwqEQw3y8C4oQnMZqS-pCqGg1b_VReMyCxBJDO88TesAsTKyXPvP97G4nHX1prtc8SoAoUpnYebY5SJKKhG4DnaShNyASZTUzc4A3eCCjNVOLpijWDc8gVipaQu3Dr1Yh_6n7_wCIB/w640-h416/cherry.png" width="640" /></a><br />Serena Palmer wrote us on 13 July, "very sadly our mother died yesterday. She literally just faded away, suffered no pain and it was very peaceful. She was 95 and had been immobile for some time."</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Cherry's funeral will be at St James the Less, Winterbourne Church, Newbury RG20 8AU on 8 August.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Cherry, the last survivor of all the aunts and uncles, was Mum's best friend and the sweetest aunt of all.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">George </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-63509701819043024062023-07-30T14:00:00.002+01:002023-07-30T15:32:14.926+01:00Great grandfather Arthur Gibbs<div style="text-align: left;">Leslie Price from Houston, Texas wrote recently:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>My great-grandmother, Gladys Taber Chamberlain, was the 2nd wife of your [great] grandfather Arthur Gibbs. </div><div><br /></div><div>I discovered your website one day while searching for information about my great grandmother and her 2nd husband. All I really have is a few photos and a calling card.</div><div><br /></div><div>My great grandmother was always known to us as Grandmother Gibbs. She’d married first Ernest Chamberlain, had my grandfather (Thomas Taber Chamberlain), then divorced, and remarried the somewhat mysterious “Mister Gibbs”.</div><div><br /></div><div>By the time I knew her, she had been living in Cuernevaca Mexico for many years. My mother explained to me that in Cuernevaca, Grandmother Gibbs could live in style on the modest amount of money she had. </div><div><br /></div><div>I’m so pleased to finally be able to learn a bit about Arthur Gibbs, the wealthy Englishman who worked at Rolls Royce and met my great-grandmother at Cannes where they both liked to gamble.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank you so much for creating your website, and for including that <a href="https://www.8-brothers.net/2008/03/barbars-diaries-i-remember-i-remember.html">wonderful book by your grandmother Barbara Gibbs</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>This excerpt from p.104 seems about right given the little I ever learned about Grandmother Gibbs’ 2nd marriage: </div><div>“He [Arthur] drove down to the South of France every February, but he never took his wife. No doubt he needed a new one. Curiously, having obtained his divorce and married the lady that he had in mind, to the great satisfaction of them both, she, in turn, found that marriage to him was another matter. Within two years she had left him, preferring real poverty to the gilded cage in which she found herself trapped.”</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IpLN8cqdZTJAA4kn81bDBNv2h0BiEqbdIYAiaGuPa89QkHyKxaVDRy9wtCpNyItMWN0-orZbxlypIAzTH9ePA5FgBKsTrpxCzbhoS3lB7EbNsXYZ1K-goSL0ZJ95kOPTEDt24H3ETC3I9k7bhYXXh_mZsx62iEiW9qEjOl7n5opIGaOuFzXYKLMIVJh5/s1253/Gladys%20and%20Arthur.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="448" data-original-width="1253" height="229" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9IpLN8cqdZTJAA4kn81bDBNv2h0BiEqbdIYAiaGuPa89QkHyKxaVDRy9wtCpNyItMWN0-orZbxlypIAzTH9ePA5FgBKsTrpxCzbhoS3lB7EbNsXYZ1K-goSL0ZJ95kOPTEDt24H3ETC3I9k7bhYXXh_mZsx62iEiW9qEjOl7n5opIGaOuFzXYKLMIVJh5/w640-h229/Gladys%20and%20Arthur.png" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">From <a href="https://lptex.com/gallery/page/search/?search=gibbs" target="_blank">https://lptex.com/gallery/page/search/?search=gibbs</a> </td></tr></tbody></table></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-65968841266858319092023-04-28T08:00:00.001+01:002023-04-28T08:00:00.143+01:00Jacobs farm photo albums: 1978 -1985 JBK<div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7RoA5pBpza6Z9S2qpPhDPVcHFk_4ZJ2RtekybNeJAapkpiwEbCiwCNu75SdotctV3G65bUfIBJ63Bfl9q06VfVsSD9gLJV462wHlEINsch34T5PXCQj6W1toJXhPHWlmWETGCid1UOsK-DPydJ__yUPVxu-l7VbpVBXFbmTzJA-oG5BefP_aihNIIg/s1108/PostPic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="878" data-original-width="1108" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7RoA5pBpza6Z9S2qpPhDPVcHFk_4ZJ2RtekybNeJAapkpiwEbCiwCNu75SdotctV3G65bUfIBJ63Bfl9q06VfVsSD9gLJV462wHlEINsch34T5PXCQj6W1toJXhPHWlmWETGCid1UOsK-DPydJ__yUPVxu-l7VbpVBXFbmTzJA-oG5BefP_aihNIIg/s320/PostPic.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Ruth and Vogue model Barbar</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1oJIfK-GoNW0F2AW4AHv3iXT9lTkTnvHv?usp=share_link" target="_blank">Granny's photo album from 1978 -1985</a> featuring:</div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Great granny and grandpa Dot and Jack Keeling</div><div>Great granny Barbar Gibbs</div><div>Great aunt Ruve Finucane</div><div>Granny, Jenny and Grandpa Mike Keeling</div><div>Johnny, Jocelyn, John, Bill Keeling, Mark Crean</div><div>Bri, Patrick Keeling</div><div>Cally Seitz</div><div>Philip, Loveday Hudson</div><div>Cherry Palmer</div><div>Howard, John, Laura, Catherine Palmer</div><div>Rob, Trev, George, Simon, David, Tom, Jim, Paul Keeling</div><div>Ruth, Trevor jr Keeling</div><div>Alice Keeling</div><div>Camilla, Poppy Keeling</div><div><br /></div><div>Stan, Sonia, Carrie, Stephanie Hardy</div><div>Jane, Alice, David Gardner-Hill</div><div>Francis, Jamie, Chris, Sammy Eddis</div><div>Pat, Thyrza, Sabina, Helena Gaynor</div><div>Emma, Anne Woodward-Fisher</div><div>Joan, Eric Thatcher</div><div>Heather, John, Sarah, Tim, William, Jeremy Fooks</div><div>Ken, Theresa Peckham</div><div>Jim Winterschladen, Joe Perrins, Paul Ronicle, George Rutter, Lynne Bullock, Giles Rowe, Emma Fox, Charlie Beckford, Percy Jones</div><div><b>Dangerous sports club</b>: David Kirke, Simon Keeling, Timothy Hunt, Alan Weston, Jane Wilmot, Peter Carew, Christopher Baker at Clifton suspension bridge and Golden Gate bridge</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Places</b>: Jacobs, Dolphins, Hurst, Newcastle, Meribel, Courchevel, Boundaries Road,</div><div><b>Animals</b>: Tabitha, Miss Moppet, Ginger</div><div><b>Weddings</b>: George and Carolyn, Rob and Jo, Simon and Sarah, Trevor and Jacquie</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1oJIfK-GoNW0F2AW4AHv3iXT9lTkTnvHv?usp=share_link" target="_blank">Click here for all 66</a>.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-5071250478276917422023-04-02T15:00:00.001+01:002023-04-02T15:00:33.576+01:00Raffy Jack Keeling Crompton<div style="text-align: left;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyFsr0r3wz3txVIAJuIDIu3sGLmHuXWN5Fngn0LjJHMDgGzIlmnmAr5sqv323a3CmzSrLK6dDv68hrKNYJQToGy7uAtqHnRIB5v0ruC502-5goEF0CGpWlGYueRTwGm0CugD8Z79ZtwlAdzwHa6Kboa6l7_QftcOCXczhukLXgMCtPaMitIl54Fx-eQ/s2048/Raffy.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjyFsr0r3wz3txVIAJuIDIu3sGLmHuXWN5Fngn0LjJHMDgGzIlmnmAr5sqv323a3CmzSrLK6dDv68hrKNYJQToGy7uAtqHnRIB5v0ruC502-5goEF0CGpWlGYueRTwGm0CugD8Z79ZtwlAdzwHa6Kboa6l7_QftcOCXczhukLXgMCtPaMitIl54Fx-eQ/w640-h480/Raffy.jpeg" width="640" /></a><br /><br />Welcome to Raffy who was born to Kate on Tuesday 28th March. Here seen with admiring father Will and brothers Jasper and Monty.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-89297481959242874312023-03-03T13:59:00.000+00:002023-03-03T13:59:43.284+00:00More patience: Enter the User zone<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCpsX_UZNcW2wxzgLnN43ZYiK1T2_rqjgJNBZAgLhAr8ZEOpg6yBRs0B8SBuGBGW9VGt1lWN_wYKSSo4BYe90Mpo4U9VU-zUTvtSbUDpj4X-_doEojnlN2Z5OzHdaaHtfA9M3ncWtIiBIGHSrU9E9GUvIZ-K8zQsC3o6wAs2fL6o69CMyN3LDwpCD3A/s2150/5games.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1462" data-original-width="2150" height="435" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaCpsX_UZNcW2wxzgLnN43ZYiK1T2_rqjgJNBZAgLhAr8ZEOpg6yBRs0B8SBuGBGW9VGt1lWN_wYKSSo4BYe90Mpo4U9VU-zUTvtSbUDpj4X-_doEojnlN2Z5OzHdaaHtfA9M3ncWtIiBIGHSrU9E9GUvIZ-K8zQsC3o6wAs2fL6o69CMyN3LDwpCD3A/w640-h435/5games.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Introducing the User zone at <a href="http://patience5games.com" target="_blank">patience5games.com</a>. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We now have a user zone so scores can be recorded and entered in the champions league. Grandpa MK is at the top. If you are lucky, as I was, you may be able to pick up your previous scores when you first log in. xxx G</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">See below for more about the games.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-22923661521552947532023-02-18T10:00:00.002+00:002023-02-18T14:01:23.491+00:00The Five Great Games of patience: Live!<div style="text-align: left;">The Five Great Games of patience are now live at <a href="https://patience5games.com" target="_blank">patience5games.com</a>!<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YFt0ZIZkkleWpoM1B8_7NnQD9UFnwm-AbQMCZPwYR7cxH0hoVteX7WsW6QpyDb3y269SRl_Yh0Yf1QdV4Nuw0oSlyCY6K6gB9_2n6vtqS_jMKYscjf5jfHyh2BkEox5G0aYn8mekYaQ_qJN-8vkMIy8nIF-r3poITdqNrufEVckEe4LH80bDU0XqPw/s596/5games.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="596" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YFt0ZIZkkleWpoM1B8_7NnQD9UFnwm-AbQMCZPwYR7cxH0hoVteX7WsW6QpyDb3y269SRl_Yh0Yf1QdV4Nuw0oSlyCY6K6gB9_2n6vtqS_jMKYscjf5jfHyh2BkEox5G0aYn8mekYaQ_qJN-8vkMIy8nIF-r3poITdqNrufEVckEe4LH80bDU0XqPw/s320/5games.png" width="320" /></a></div><h4 style="text-align: left;">What are the Five Great Games of patience?</h4><div>The games are Aunty Allis, Uncle Remus, Seven & Six, Senior Wrangler and Kings. They have been passed down by Grandpa Michael Keeling who played them as a young man and inherited them from his family. One was his aunt Allis (often misspelt Alice). I remember watching him playing them at home and with his mother at Hurst when I was a child.</div><div><br /></div><div>Jim persuaded Grandpa to write down the rules for posterity and then Grandpa played a hundred games and set the gold standard for performance. The rules are <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1S05wOEvG_5mrKXqOXHS7Cga1NdpNE1k0/view" target="_blank">here</a> and those hard-to-beat scores are <a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1ifaG1JbeaGEbcT0zquxpwq6EQvoMkwzm/view" target="_blank">here</a>. The rules are already incorporated in <a href="https://patience5games.com" target="_blank">patience5games.com</a> the scores soon will be.</div><div><br /></div><div>These last months I have been learning how to program in JavaScript, Typescript, Html, CSS, php and SQL (phew) and have created <a href="https://patience5games.com" target="_blank">patience5games.com</a> where you can enjoy all five games. <b>They even work on smart phones but you need good eyesight and dexterous fingers</b>. Feel free to pass on the URL to anybody. x George</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUlWWnKkWOt-pMGZda7ITuRTerh3vCGMiem3ekTq6nkh1yYgi2KChrVgY4LmOLm0vt9TPS5k-aN6SMAD_urkyWNWovwY4VkRkBlzFJ7J8xO_L1n_DGrgMjGXDbS8JqxGBBfWcAgZpk0SKysW4pzjiudJnChaFCzg83IUUUHA2fHKmF5xZlcWhXk5cEQ/s596/5gamesUR.png" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="536" data-original-width="596" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUlWWnKkWOt-pMGZda7ITuRTerh3vCGMiem3ekTq6nkh1yYgi2KChrVgY4LmOLm0vt9TPS5k-aN6SMAD_urkyWNWovwY4VkRkBlzFJ7J8xO_L1n_DGrgMjGXDbS8JqxGBBfWcAgZpk0SKysW4pzjiudJnChaFCzg83IUUUHA2fHKmF5xZlcWhXk5cEQ/s320/5gamesUR.png" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Uncle Remus in Progress</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-34155813323660137502022-11-28T12:57:00.000+00:002022-11-28T12:57:05.478+00:00Wilfred Keeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqyDx_0QKccd6zCEnPWyQIHr_0_MIiKGz1GUtswxJSnmwdkqd7oQMLgC2xaHFwslJaw0lKMH0-ChXmvq7RirnY7J1erfLW2LV3gj9XpbIYz1Jj0LTz6btA9cVBUNhWmLj1CMHnvmWRRNZ1QZx_ktqWtCymup6ZZfMpfL9TXSdOQfD9Rl258tpSIVvdg/s1749/Harry%20Harriet%20Wilf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1749" data-original-width="1474" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwqyDx_0QKccd6zCEnPWyQIHr_0_MIiKGz1GUtswxJSnmwdkqd7oQMLgC2xaHFwslJaw0lKMH0-ChXmvq7RirnY7J1erfLW2LV3gj9XpbIYz1Jj0LTz6btA9cVBUNhWmLj1CMHnvmWRRNZ1QZx_ktqWtCymup6ZZfMpfL9TXSdOQfD9Rl258tpSIVvdg/w540-h640/Harry%20Harriet%20Wilf.jpeg" width="540" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;">Wilf Keeling was born 21 November 2022 at 12:36 weighing in at 3.29 kg. Wilf and Harriet are both doing well. Harry and Florence are obviously very happy too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg9GXPkxSzTeu-gSb5v94cAknih9JFsQpWYmNtBWKGCMyN29f4IwWslbtUiYsGbHGjAbU8NCcxbpH5cBCwo86lqULPissmt03FcPjP9QEi7JYIc9N0JXD8A3nMW3cXLFShO89UJhjrgZQ89TA5P45N9PPV__ykLe3YXkf8r9m8n1gwKD7cC__1Q_4-w/s2048/Harry%20Florence%20Wilf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSg9GXPkxSzTeu-gSb5v94cAknih9JFsQpWYmNtBWKGCMyN29f4IwWslbtUiYsGbHGjAbU8NCcxbpH5cBCwo86lqULPissmt03FcPjP9QEi7JYIc9N0JXD8A3nMW3cXLFShO89UJhjrgZQ89TA5P45N9PPV__ykLe3YXkf8r9m8n1gwKD7cC__1Q_4-w/w480-h640/Harry%20Florence%20Wilf.jpeg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-8126221167457636942022-10-15T15:41:00.004+01:002022-10-15T16:20:20.070+01:00Cricket Archives Revealed<div style="text-align: left;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_YORn0RdZ214wvbUttZsxC0NaEaHs6CdFOYBZho8bSdv3AIxkOgDRIER_rrBdx6t9SSHFzC48Xbve6wDFW4IFr-xE8mRVzcnlWlgK0IK-I563JX5E6ppnb5TpY3ONuUFxuPt33BAE7KdQ6bSYxL0BS82J3yHe7usW3xc7lqqP5j7YSlYUS8TAV6B/s1746/junk.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="736" data-original-width="1746" height="169" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6_YORn0RdZ214wvbUttZsxC0NaEaHs6CdFOYBZho8bSdv3AIxkOgDRIER_rrBdx6t9SSHFzC48Xbve6wDFW4IFr-xE8mRVzcnlWlgK0IK-I563JX5E6ppnb5TpY3ONuUFxuPt33BAE7KdQ6bSYxL0BS82J3yHe7usW3xc7lqqP5j7YSlYUS8TAV6B/w400-h169/junk.png" width="400" /></a></div>Hi all,</div><div><br /></div><div>I have in my possession a number of Keeling Cricket score books. They capture a significant chunk of the history of our great battle against the Village and bored a few weekends ago I started to analyse some of the data. This quickly turned into a major exercise which secretly I quite enjoyed! Having now ‘completed’ the data gathering and carried out some simple analysis, I thought I’d share on the blog for two reasons.</div><div><br /></div><div>Firstly some of you might find it interesting too! </div><div><br /></div><div>Secondly I’m missing quite a few years' worth of data and somewhere there might be score books containing what’s missing. I have asked the Village but they don’t think they have any legacy score books. I’d love to complete the picture so if anyone comes across them please let me know.</div><div><a download="" href="https://docs.google.com/file/d/1A_0Cw1GiomZ5kmiisSDxgrxK5pzDC1Wk/" target="_blank">Download the Excel spreadsheet here</a>. You might need to use the<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAiikYlG7iig-ZUh3TeJmMY5WPgV3de5bGWyaKomX5CmDql5lyoxZthUeecqesd-HLs_WedGvMIrC1OpMWIfoTEs8sabh0yJBYjq8lGZ-KOJ3GXjiRpfUgmUIlEvzdTWnIJLNwzrbwvrS4Id3ove8dhjvDnKByZPhI-bHtNPEXvbLuCJL6wgkCanzmw/s75/junk.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="75" data-original-width="71" height="31" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifAiikYlG7iig-ZUh3TeJmMY5WPgV3de5bGWyaKomX5CmDql5lyoxZthUeecqesd-HLs_WedGvMIrC1OpMWIfoTEs8sabh0yJBYjq8lGZ-KOJ3GXjiRpfUgmUIlEvzdTWnIJLNwzrbwvrS4Id3ove8dhjvDnKByZPhI-bHtNPEXvbLuCJL6wgkCanzmw/w29-h31/junk.png" width="29" /></a> download button at the top right on the next screen. Which might be hidden in the ⋮ menu. Sorry! </div><div><br /></div><div>Lots of love,</div><div>Harry</div>8 brothers editorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03089012054145075104noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-88385256602057319732022-09-19T15:52:00.001+01:002022-09-19T15:57:34.582+01:00Keelings 114 vs Sedlescombe 111<div>The weekend properly started on Saturday with lunch and games at Jacobs which is almost finished and is looking spanking new. There was a great turn out - nearly 50 people - it was lovely to see all the relatives and catch up and get to know them better.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnC1rGChCmehnn0V2GsXHkA2VEJuSwYrESocq_qROOIxTefjKMkWEhHMKm1ofCTGLapJx1GMYe5-5DK7b5iV05i4Go35xsgVKAVpxLV-bUIkYfFPz-Iyek3DFECo6lc1bbaZ_tppU2pkAd7vIz1nsHPCRIeNRlsygPyGSxHzhIhBt-2fk8dfZ3EeHMPg/s3724/Whole%20family%20named.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2462" data-original-width="3724" height="424" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnC1rGChCmehnn0V2GsXHkA2VEJuSwYrESocq_qROOIxTefjKMkWEhHMKm1ofCTGLapJx1GMYe5-5DK7b5iV05i4Go35xsgVKAVpxLV-bUIkYfFPz-Iyek3DFECo6lc1bbaZ_tppU2pkAd7vIz1nsHPCRIeNRlsygPyGSxHzhIhBt-2fk8dfZ3EeHMPg/w640-h424/Whole%20family%20named.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>After lunch there was bicycle polo on the rather battered lawn followed by water melon water polo which worked out better this year without any melons getting smashed.</div><div><br /></div><div><table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="MsoTableGrid" style="border-collapse: collapse; border: none; mso-border-alt: solid windowtext 0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0cm 0pt 0cm 0pt; mso-yfti-tbllook: 1184;">
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</tbody></table><br /></div><div>On Sunday the cricket match officially began at 11.30 at the very swanky Polegrove cricket ground almost on the seafront in Bexhill. It was about the most exciting cricket match I ever saw. Sedlescombe batted first. As lunchtime approached there last two batsmen made a stand of 33 which delayed lunch and took them to 111. It seemed like an achievable total to beat. Our innings started after lunch. Josh got 27 runs and Ted 24 and we were heading in the right direction. Then our star man JJ came in and was out for 4. And the runs slightly dried up for us. Paul got 12 and then we only we only had three batters left: Fred who was hitting them up and Tom at number 11 and Simon who came in to join Fred when the score was 110 runs to us. Simon was out for a duck! Tom came in. I could barely look. Tom survived a ball then Fred was facing and he hit a four. It was over, we had won.</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04GfgXuGamEqf-uTMu8i5zHdN9KNZ8flOnSGVPNDz49DXmfnetqrCmkUYOCiPvSM8WIgUMFcrRTnSkWD_k071aZmE4ZBG8qCldpMXqQeoP4itIdCV9Gvyton6SA3px5TxhjSjENxlABwxvcnmhTJ6LM2lzFsvOIwV0MvRp6t-qZaexoPbdwmmqoXfbQ/s4032/The%20team.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3376" data-original-width="4032" height="536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg04GfgXuGamEqf-uTMu8i5zHdN9KNZ8flOnSGVPNDz49DXmfnetqrCmkUYOCiPvSM8WIgUMFcrRTnSkWD_k071aZmE4ZBG8qCldpMXqQeoP4itIdCV9Gvyton6SA3px5TxhjSjENxlABwxvcnmhTJ6LM2lzFsvOIwV0MvRp6t-qZaexoPbdwmmqoXfbQ/w640-h536/The%20team.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUiS5BbF706fG2Yl2SH_L-Q-bpGiljMst4hSdRGnxILTy-3zKRIcHah3fufVOIjzyDrQl4RcpA9JVNOpLToKyhYZs1gpy9pTKTmbwNnxkLHqzWezJ7E4gp8DAwOa9ZM0lXbT5qXpBNEg99biXEpr691Xnv2xETy8r8UCXc2Nbb_PMJEQRo2bbKegECeg/s3366/20220911_Keelings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">In September 2022, a small contingent of Keelings* made a pilgrimage to northern France to visit some of the places where Captain Arthur Gibbs MC had fought as part of the Welsh Guards during World War One. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxlk-wqRp0WMGwZVE9Bjx0N3J_BXdgeD-XkIFeftpKdD41CWj9oMIxiKqD5jyQ1VnlvlFyzC60KSZM3VKXtMjYa0jZMPuKXiP9lOzsMv9YAIhXuMu4CKjgpW_OWkuhOUBJtFJWHo082dcSkS3DQCVChioRiLljJKGbP7QGiS2nw6X_trjnlMcx5CR8hw/s1024/In%20Arras.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="872" data-original-width="1024" height="546" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxlk-wqRp0WMGwZVE9Bjx0N3J_BXdgeD-XkIFeftpKdD41CWj9oMIxiKqD5jyQ1VnlvlFyzC60KSZM3VKXtMjYa0jZMPuKXiP9lOzsMv9YAIhXuMu4CKjgpW_OWkuhOUBJtFJWHo082dcSkS3DQCVChioRiLljJKGbP7QGiS2nw6X_trjnlMcx5CR8hw/w640-h546/In%20Arras.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span><p></p><span id="docs-internal-guid-0bd82cd2-7fff-221e-12fa-d8c08a0ffd5c"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Spoiler alert: he survived, came home, married and had a family AKA us).</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The genesis of this trip was Arthur’s wartime letters to his parents, which his daughter (my granny) Jenny Keeling turned into a book in 2010, sending copies to everyone in the family. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; 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font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Simon Keeling, Jenny’s son and my uncle, then picked up the family history baton including researching the history of the Welsh Guards during World War One. This invaluable research provides the true and awful context behind Arthur’s veiled and censor-proof references to events unfolding around him. For example, “an awful 3 days” is his brief and low-key reference to a stint at the front during the 100-day Battle of Passchendaele. (You can read a summary of Simon’s research </span><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dFE_3rG74zFb-IwIRCKeU1ofG8sNOX9T/view?usp=drivesdk" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">here</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">).</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We were also helped by the extremely knowledgeable military historian </span><a href="https://andyrobertshaw.wordpress.com/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Andy Robertshaw</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, who was our guide on this trip, and had endless facts and stories for every place we visited which really brought things to life.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Day one: Arthur in battle</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On our first day, we visited two locations where Arthur, as part of the Prince of Wales’ company, had been in action.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The first was in and around the village of Ginchy, where Arthur was involved in his first attack. Afterwards, on 18th September 1916, he wrote to his father: “Just a line to tell you that I am all right. We have had a pretty hot time of it: we did an attack and got it pretty hot. We were on the go for 3 days, and never got more than an hours sleep. The weather was fine luckily, but the nights were awfully cold, as there was a north wind the whole time. We had a severe shelling some of the time, and I am rather shaky at present. But after a few good sleeps I shall be quite all right.” He continues: “I am glad I have been through my first attack. It wasn’t nearly so bad as I expected it would be.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thanks to Simon and Andy’s research and expert knowledge, we were able to stand just outside the village Ginchy from which Arthur and his colleagues set off, and looked across the fields to Les Boeufs village which they had been instructed to take from the Germans. We were also able to see, to our left, the village of Guedecourt which the company mistook for Les Boeufs after getting disorientated in tall standing crops. (Simon’s research gives a more detailed account of this fortnight-long battle which was cursed by difficulties and set-backs, see </span><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dFE_3rG74zFb-IwIRCKeU1ofG8sNOX9T/view?usp=drivesdk" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">p18 and 19</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">). </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our second location on day one was Gouzeaucourt village where, we think, Arthur won his military cross (MC) after successfully taking a German trench and 200 German prisoners. Arthur writes about this skirmish in a letter to his mother on 3 December 1917, saying: “Well, this is active service, and no doubt about it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Simon’s research shows that Arthur and his Prince of Wales’ company were ordered up a hill to assault a German position, despite several attempts having already failed because, it turned out, there was a false crest behind which the Germans were hidden with their machine guns. As Arthur describes in his 3 December letter: “The attack started and we were met with terrific machine gun fire, which held us up absolutely about 200 yards away from the place we had started from [a railway line in Gouzeaucourt]. I was ordered up to reinforce the few men that were left alive, and hold that line and advance if possible, if the enemy resistance got weaker.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In present day Gouzeaucourt, we were able to find the same railway line, walk up the same slope and find the same false crest on which Arthur and his two platoons got stuck, pinned down by German machine guns. Arthur continues in his letter: “After a bit, some tanks came up to help, and did the most wonderful work, going right along the enemy trench that was holding us up. When the tanks had mopped up most of the enemy in this trench, I got forward into it with a few men (a distance of about 300 yards), found that things were all right, and sent back immediately for more men to come up and so got the trench.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur makes it all sound very easy (which it undoubtedly was not) and he neglects to mention in his letter that he captured 200 Germans and 26 German guns, all with no further casualties to his own side. In the words of GH Dudley Ward, author of </span><a href="https://archive.org/stream/historyofwelshgu00dudl/historyofwelshgu00dudl_djvu.txt" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The History of the Welsh Guards</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Arthur “appears to have timed the move to a second, as two platoons got across without a casualty, and relieved the tank of 200 of the enemy who were clustered in front of it with their hands up.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Arthur finishes his 3 December 1917 letter, reassuring his mother: “Now we have finished a real good meal...I feel about 5 years younger already. I really feel remarkably fit and well. I am rather tired, and my limbs are aching a bit from that and my feet are a little sore, otherwise I’m in splendid form and quite ready for another scrap if need be.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A month later, on 4 January 1918, Arthur was awarded his military cross. There is no citation with the award, so we can’t be 100% sure this attack was the reason he got it, but the timing and the success of capturing 200 Germans and 26 enemy guns seem to fit. </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(Simon’s research gives a more detailed account of this attack on </span><a href="https://drive.google.com/file/d/1dFE_3rG74zFb-IwIRCKeU1ofG8sNOX9T/view?usp=drivesdk" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">p25 and 26</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">).</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Day two: Arthur at rest</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The next day we visited Poperinge in Belgium, where Arthur and many other soldiers spent their rest periods between stints on the Somme frontline. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWf5cf1V1eJn_8fbmHbEicObUX1mggiEeOxm668fe5DzSJsWvV4ENlAvh1WEzyaC1vxOdc9O-3MdMTLarYKuBIMiP0D_riWP3IdlsqRIFDcx4PaQqgJn2BFWCn_F92n533l85hpkE5BOzzGdXHN_ZqHJ0aTSyPAfFdeCz8T-ctv2duMqbv6KKQYWASaw/s1024/Gingers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="712" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWf5cf1V1eJn_8fbmHbEicObUX1mggiEeOxm668fe5DzSJsWvV4ENlAvh1WEzyaC1vxOdc9O-3MdMTLarYKuBIMiP0D_riWP3IdlsqRIFDcx4PaQqgJn2BFWCn_F92n533l85hpkE5BOzzGdXHN_ZqHJ0aTSyPAfFdeCz8T-ctv2duMqbv6KKQYWASaw/w445-h640/Gingers.jpg" width="445" /></a></span></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In the main square of modern-day Poperinge we visited a statue of ‘Ginger’, the child of a local restaurant owner who became famous amongst allied soldiers. In a letter home on 5 June 1916, from Camp L near Poperinghe, Arthur writes: “I am amused to hear about Marjorie [Arthur’s sister] writing to Ginger to find out her age. I wonder how old Ronnie said she was. I still maintain she is 12 or 13, but not much taller than Marjorie. She has got the most wonderful ginger-auburn hair that I have ever seen. It is remarkable that she hasn’t been more spoilt by the officers as she must be well known to anyone who has spent a day or two in Pop. The restaurant where she is usually, is known as ‘Ginger’s’, and is the only place in the town where you can get any food.” </span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(You can read more about Ginger, real name Eliane Cossey, in </span><a href="https://nl.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eliane_Cossey" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Wikipedia</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">).</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Just over a month later, on 9 July 1916, Arthur is back in Poperinghe. He writes: “Ginger’s restaurant has been shut for 3 weeks by the order of the APM as they didn’t shut punctually at 10pm. Another very good restaurant for officers has just opened, and Ginger’s people are spending their enforced holiday in painting and papering, so as not to be cut out by the new restaurant.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">This “other very good restaurant” was, we think, a place dubbed ‘Skindles’ by officers because it reminded them of Skindles Hotel in Maidenhead. The Poperinghe version of </span><a href="https://www.skindlespoperinge.com/en/home-en/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Skindles</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> still exists today and is operating as a guest house. The owners have restored the early 20th century decor which Arthur would have known and they let us have a wander around, imagining him eating his dinner in the dining room.</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQuRHdOaNIBByEMR9mdwSJi_u2VbCCGen_1i7N0GptjVQcG-A-bOcmWCZW9zX-oCiSfPf5G-CMBGwBgS81l-ThekXNloiX3Kz9_T3rY7OhIFfkawEWfDSC4sKcPsOMrhwb1GEbCNBjwN3OywWMvxto-r-akuNyr1a2JM7zs4E1MWGnstKKG5Hm6RIHg/s1024/Toc%20H.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQuRHdOaNIBByEMR9mdwSJi_u2VbCCGen_1i7N0GptjVQcG-A-bOcmWCZW9zX-oCiSfPf5G-CMBGwBgS81l-ThekXNloiX3Kz9_T3rY7OhIFfkawEWfDSC4sKcPsOMrhwb1GEbCNBjwN3OywWMvxto-r-akuNyr1a2JM7zs4E1MWGnstKKG5Hm6RIHg/w480-h640/Toc%20H.jpg" width="480" /></a></span></div><p></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The same letter on 9 July continues: “An officers’ Club, Toc. H, has just been opened. It is a very nice place indeed. There is an excellent sitting room, with all the papers, and 2 dining rooms. There is an awfully nice garden, with easy chairs and hammocks in it.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Toc H, also know as </span><a href="https://www.talbothouse.be/en/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Talbot House</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, has been turned into a museum to WW1 and so we were able to wander around the lovely garden and the period rooms really getting a sense of where Arthur and others came for a bit of respite after time on the frontline.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A final note: if you’re noticing a lot of food references in Arthur’s letters home, you are not the only one. GH Dudley Ward, author of </span><a href="https://archive.org/stream/historyofwelshgu00dudl/historyofwelshgu00dudl_djvu.txt" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The History of the Welsh Guards</span></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, talks in his diaries about the difficulty of keeping up morale on the Somme during 1916, adding: “The only person in the officers’ mess who seemed indifferent [to] these times, provided he got plenty of food, was Arthur Gibbs. Arthur Gibb’s chief recollection and great concern in the Somme fighting was the loss of a tin of cherries.”</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Jokes and stiff upper lips aside, the trip was a real eye opener to the horror and futility of the First World War. It was incredibly powerful to be able to walk in the footsteps of my great grandfather, while simultaneously reading his descriptions of what he was seeing and feeling at that time. And, of course, we're unbelievably grateful and lucky that he made it home, unlike the millions of other people who didn't.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: 700; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Other places of interest</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We visited lots of other places which were not so specific to Arthur but massively improved our understanding of World War One, including:</span></p><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.tourisme-cambresis.fr/cambrai-tank-1917" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Cambrai Tank 1917</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.passchendaele.be/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Memorial Museum Passchendaele 1917</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.toerismeieper.be/menentor" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Menin Gate</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, Ypres</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.cwgc.org/visit-us/find-cemeteries-memorials/cemetery-details/80800/thiepval-memorial/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thiepval Monument</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, where the Keelings of Derbyshire are recorded amongst the missing</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.pierreswesternfront.nl/somme-british-sector-auchonvillers-communication-trench-ocean-villa-s" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ocean Villa trench</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://lochnagarcrater.org/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Lochnagar crater</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.cwgc.org/visit-us/find-cemeteries-memorials/cemetery-details/60500/guards-cemetery-lesboeufs/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Guards’ Cemetery</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, where we found the grave of Second Lt Bagot, whose death is mentioned in Arthur’s letters</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.cwgc.org/visit-us/find-cemeteries-memorials/cemetery-details/26300/a-i-f-burial-ground-flers/" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">AIF Burial Ground at Flers</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, where Lt Col Charles Duncombe, Elia’s great-great-grandfather on her mother’s side, is buried</span></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.cwgc.org/visit-us/find-cemeteries-memorials/cemetery-details/79500/loos-memorial/#:~:text=The%20Loos%20Memorial%20commemorates%20over,the%20end%20of%20the%20war." style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Loos Memorial</span></a><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">, site of the Battle of Loos where 59,000 British and 26,000 German were killed or wounded.</span></p></li></ul><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">*Our Keeling contingent was made up of Archie, Eila, Harry, Ruth (me), Simon, Tom (Snr), and Ursula Keeling.</span></p><br /><p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Other links and sources</span></p><ul style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-inline-start: 48px;"><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><a href="https://www.google.com/maps/d/edit?mid=16yq31Ec__I7zC659FXUKClzNrq4" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Google map of places from where Arthur sent letters</span></a></p></li><li aria-level="1" dir="ltr" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; list-style-type: disc; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre;"><p dir="ltr" role="presentation" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">GH Dudley Ward, </span><a href="https://archive.org/stream/historyofwelshgu00dudl/historyofwelshgu00dudl_djvu.txt" style="text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #1155cc; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; text-decoration-line: underline; text-decoration-skip-ink: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The History of the Welsh Guards</span></a></p></li></ul></span><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2ihRJB1faCWttqTsZM7jS5jplk-Ef_Fmlek-65AS-IW-iHjqiCxnMuh8vjEsE3DnUNLk_nVTR4TmTjWGsIeI4pmSM22i7sJNycr5vFo39rq7zphOIVwk3TyholauXSJq5ITKIsF-OF5mW9ytCOo7Xb8PN3Xscej3ESymNf5_axiJHYGWvATXvh0n_g/s2048/Eila%20&%20Ursula%20find%20Lt%20Col%20Charles%20Duncombe's%20grave.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2ihRJB1faCWttqTsZM7jS5jplk-Ef_Fmlek-65AS-IW-iHjqiCxnMuh8vjEsE3DnUNLk_nVTR4TmTjWGsIeI4pmSM22i7sJNycr5vFo39rq7zphOIVwk3TyholauXSJq5ITKIsF-OF5mW9ytCOo7Xb8PN3Xscej3ESymNf5_axiJHYGWvATXvh0n_g/w480-h640/Eila%20&%20Ursula%20find%20Lt%20Col%20Charles%20Duncombe's%20grave.jpg" width="480" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eila & Ursula find Lt Col Charles Duncombe's grave</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwiSimmFYmkzgkCNWbXco4VJng_QuHxmEavaDoEqukq5bEGWwpH-U_HwpoP0nu8ow05n26SOgvFS_y1Xdfc5VFOZFvdZ8qBgxwIfOzfeVKTWqVm8IVkzF7uG-nBfMOdVRmF1gNFtfTKF0tCzwg6NyDwqXhBSSoADDDGzOQGEfQ9-3mjTUPiRhMYQ3Ew/s2048/Lochnagar%20crater.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSwiSimmFYmkzgkCNWbXco4VJng_QuHxmEavaDoEqukq5bEGWwpH-U_HwpoP0nu8ow05n26SOgvFS_y1Xdfc5VFOZFvdZ8qBgxwIfOzfeVKTWqVm8IVkzF7uG-nBfMOdVRmF1gNFtfTKF0tCzwg6NyDwqXhBSSoADDDGzOQGEfQ9-3mjTUPiRhMYQ3Ew/w640-h480/Lochnagar%20crater.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lochnagar crater</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVy-h5ToUi3Pp0Fo5pWbwo4o51vO61ExAQPZBwY3Ti0PYYcBotjh05pj_CcGFOH88KhteWodONbBEJksIWP48W-ARO898RtTeCO9m8Dm8H2gUvPmQopaQR9MsWuF9khtQE7wGYQcB-gZ-7AU294gtiwIM8fCYLsSQ-OWXpcJUBaHje1qBQ5_dK9uHiQ/s2048/Menin%20Gate.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVy-h5ToUi3Pp0Fo5pWbwo4o51vO61ExAQPZBwY3Ti0PYYcBotjh05pj_CcGFOH88KhteWodONbBEJksIWP48W-ARO898RtTeCO9m8Dm8H2gUvPmQopaQR9MsWuF9khtQE7wGYQcB-gZ-7AU294gtiwIM8fCYLsSQ-OWXpcJUBaHje1qBQ5_dK9uHiQ/w640-h480/Menin%20Gate.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Menin Gate</td></tr></tbody></table><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj3RmhC6TT8VTjLQMXfNYtWMc11vzKeszVvzht2PoxxsV3vJo61Hzfg9-a0OtKDqxs5OmpimeI4YgNZfwQgLK1kcVMZTt4h1Zvu88RD9xjG9OWWfIFXV7XDwX7NDPVD_-ed0aIF0BU9B8BqtX2oFtx5-t7XSe0E1nnn2S7OFUk6LPkrma2QVXujOTsQ/s2048/War%20grave%20cemetery.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwj3RmhC6TT8VTjLQMXfNYtWMc11vzKeszVvzht2PoxxsV3vJo61Hzfg9-a0OtKDqxs5OmpimeI4YgNZfwQgLK1kcVMZTt4h1Zvu88RD9xjG9OWWfIFXV7XDwX7NDPVD_-ed0aIF0BU9B8BqtX2oFtx5-t7XSe0E1nnn2S7OFUk6LPkrma2QVXujOTsQ/w640-h480/War%20grave%20cemetery.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">War grave cemetery</td></tr></tbody></table><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-91188410071072426882022-06-07T15:47:00.000+01:002022-06-07T15:47:16.416+01:00All My Friends Hate Me<div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvC2PhLRkv2Nq1Ot0d1m8QY3A-KUas_TmlHTUOpZ2KEQLCcMosdsGsncuvpT39mweXOdGtvWcFyeJ8KWnGpgPSV9We1QBFbwnA9UQQS8Hk5C_egjsJWiy4fcu9UHA0-lM7Um6ZuTB9dG_a4WVrrfBeGGEPNV5dB5f9ApovjgOtXC7CZqLs1YRehliFg/s876/Tom%20Palmer.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="876" data-original-width="715" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvC2PhLRkv2Nq1Ot0d1m8QY3A-KUas_TmlHTUOpZ2KEQLCcMosdsGsncuvpT39mweXOdGtvWcFyeJ8KWnGpgPSV9We1QBFbwnA9UQQS8Hk5C_egjsJWiy4fcu9UHA0-lM7Um6ZuTB9dG_a4WVrrfBeGGEPNV5dB5f9ApovjgOtXC7CZqLs1YRehliFg/s320/Tom%20Palmer.png" width="261" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tom Palmer</td></tr></tbody></table>Howard Palmer tells us that ...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div>Tom’s film “All My Friends Hate Me” is now or is about to be released in England through a distribution chain of cinemas called the PictureHouse Group of cinemas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Go to <a href="https://www.picturehouses.com/" target="_blank">https://www.picturehouses.com/</a> and choose a cinema near you and muddle your way through to book tickets. From the look of it the Cinemas in London are geared up to showing it for a week from 9th June.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is also at the British Film Institute Cinema on South Bank ) Belvedere Rd, London SE1 8XT) until the last week in June See <a href="https://whatson.bfi.org.uk/Online/default.asp" target="_blank">https://whatson.bfi.org.uk/Online/default.asp</a> and search the title of the film</div><div><br /></div><div>Further links at <a href="https://www.imdb.com/title/tt9340892/" target="_blank">https://www.imdb.com/title/tt9340892/</a></div><div><br /></div><div>It is a dark comedy – but I wont tell you much about it. Has excellent reviews on Rotten Tomatoes (93%) and <a href="http://metacritic.com" target="_blank">metacritic.com</a> (79%), and less good ones on imdb (6/10), all of which will tell you more about the plotline if you want to know it in advance.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-55242603406724399322022-05-12T14:34:00.004+01:002022-05-12T14:34:31.903+01:00Dream Boat<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-EPV3aCGiXFgRa1R5O3wgrRepi3Ru_l_hDbN9JxbP9IJCVQAMeTBzj87404L-M3B2nriBcAtY0N0qPensNBDmXOh1HTzpYJ-lQv4GIxOS1tGWPt2CWZiDCeyiIAJmXhlP-AbJVJISZe_hJhAo4zGbkE9JuhpHZLhld70jrEEI5Yo9EoWjgRT0R4vow/s1600/Tintin%20barge.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO-EPV3aCGiXFgRa1R5O3wgrRepi3Ru_l_hDbN9JxbP9IJCVQAMeTBzj87404L-M3B2nriBcAtY0N0qPensNBDmXOh1HTzpYJ-lQv4GIxOS1tGWPt2CWZiDCeyiIAJmXhlP-AbJVJISZe_hJhAo4zGbkE9JuhpHZLhld70jrEEI5Yo9EoWjgRT0R4vow/w640-h480/Tintin%20barge.jpeg" width="640" /></a><br />Ruth spotted this at Osney Island, Oxford.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-88797420989953632732022-04-26T15:19:00.000+01:002022-04-26T15:19:37.267+01:00Missing gun<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtP4ExScGipeNcnTD2SHoLGZNL-erMdgwmTMiIGWUWSsqpHW6sIzr2owEfieyLa084jgZDqn8-7HtknzUO81zQJBo8Sl_vYFdJ68F-a-WJteR8fyrYSWDkmSlHHludbhAxqyxlFLS4um85Idd9iTfJ06ws_RJ3_XD09XvvjB8pzLTtPt7uaFqJZ3CZOw/s2213/GibbsGun.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="923" data-original-width="2213" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtP4ExScGipeNcnTD2SHoLGZNL-erMdgwmTMiIGWUWSsqpHW6sIzr2owEfieyLa084jgZDqn8-7HtknzUO81zQJBo8Sl_vYFdJ68F-a-WJteR8fyrYSWDkmSlHHludbhAxqyxlFLS4um85Idd9iTfJ06ws_RJ3_XD09XvvjB8pzLTtPt7uaFqJZ3CZOw/w640-h266/GibbsGun.png" width="640" /></a></div><br />Arthur Gibbs' WW1 service revolver, Mark V Webley revolver, serial number 134554<p></p><p>Family might be interested to see these pictures of AG's service revolver, with his name A Gibbs engraved on it. AG joined the East Surrey Regiment (today existing under the umbrella of The Princess of Wales's Royal Regiment), on 26 Feb 1915 and transferred into the then newly formed Welsh Guards on 9 Sep 1915. I came by the photos in 2014 when I was enquiring with Welsh Guards about AG's Military Cross. </p><p>The photos had been sent to Welsh Guards in 2006 by a retired US lawyer / gun enthusiast, living in San Francisco; he had come across the gun when invited by another gun enthusiast to 'have a play' with it. The first mentioned gun enthusiast had been interested by the engravings on the butt of the gun, photographed it, and wrote to Welsh Guards regimental HQ in London to see if he could find out anything about it. In 2006 the regimental HQ was unable to help but in 2014 gave me copies of the correspondence (including the photos) and I was able to speak to the retired US lawyer, then still living in San Francisco.</p><p>I wondered in 2014 how the gun happened to be in the USA in the ownership of a gun enthusiast; and at around the time saw Emma Turner (nee Gibbs) one day, and showed the photos to her. She said, 'I know exactly how it came to be in America; Daddy took it there and sold it!'. So the supposition is that that AG would have come home from WW1 and taken up civilian and family life, married Barbar, etc, etc, and when it was David's turn to go to war in the 1940s AG would have said to him, David, take my gun. David did so, survived WW2, returned home, married, had two daughters, divorced and emigrated to America to live in New York where (I suppose) he sold it and the gun worked its way from owner to owner to arrive in San Francisco in 2006.</p><p>I'm having a go at finding it. It's a needle in a haystack but internet and www make it just bearable / possible where it would have been plainly ridiculous twenty years ago.</p><p>Simon, <a href="mailto:s.keeling@icloud.com">s.keeling@icloud.com</a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-10556822542378785632022-01-11T14:00:00.005+00:002022-01-14T13:35:12.951+00:00Lara Romilly Keeling<div style="text-align: left;"><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhT-ZyEZHJpyv7xYLyQXxjhnJrdgeeo8HRRXGvUW5wGvxejQ_Y7TWzt_PW8-olV0h2Gk_7To7bpx_OHCDK9u7UuBkYVWy2szrZ9MthnCh_PYCnvHm2haRbwWhbhNkEiChrvBOI60OM7Qg0xaM3K0R5Mz_rwyfBSmhTYzcPQDYwk__pPXDowaeEuejxhQ=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="716" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjhT-ZyEZHJpyv7xYLyQXxjhnJrdgeeo8HRRXGvUW5wGvxejQ_Y7TWzt_PW8-olV0h2Gk_7To7bpx_OHCDK9u7UuBkYVWy2szrZ9MthnCh_PYCnvHm2haRbwWhbhNkEiChrvBOI60OM7Qg0xaM3K0R5Mz_rwyfBSmhTYzcPQDYwk__pPXDowaeEuejxhQ=w448-h640" width="448" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lucy Archie<br />Lara </td></tr></tbody></table>A big welcome to Lara Romilly Keeling who was born to Lucy on 6 January with a little help from Archie.</div><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-10984818029592093142021-12-02T07:00:00.001+00:002021-12-02T07:00:00.211+00:00Jacobs farm photo albums: 1974 Apr - 1978 July JBK<div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; font-weight: bold;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nkQCOTlmbSEfAkI15ekea0TM686VAsotVvCYKkJkriglGUqXrZGUrxjEAziJ0JiFSBSWBS8lyK2mUx0044jIUyY1BN72Ao4XfRT097fjrcd4XZJDHoBvtawqN6eEXToC82JVpUY9JG23/s2518/Keelings+xmas+1974.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1654" data-original-width="2518" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-nkQCOTlmbSEfAkI15ekea0TM686VAsotVvCYKkJkriglGUqXrZGUrxjEAziJ0JiFSBSWBS8lyK2mUx0044jIUyY1BN72Ao4XfRT097fjrcd4XZJDHoBvtawqN6eEXToC82JVpUY9JG23/s320/Keelings+xmas+1974.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Keelings, Christmas 1974</td></tr></tbody></table><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1L0UNrTFvbOHPsmSYGHqqArIiqluj-RRd?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Granny's photo album from April 1974 to July 1978</a>. Featuring:</div><div><br /></div><div><b>People</b></div><div>Barbar (Barbara) Gibbs</div><div>Granny, Grandpa, Robert, Trevor, George, Simon, David, Tom, Jim, Paul</div><div>Keelings: Jocelyn, Johnny, John</div><div>Keelings: Bri, Magdelise</div><div>Hudsons: Loveday, Philip</div><div>Woodward Fisher: Anne, Ken, Charles, Jane, Emma </div><div>Eddis: Francis, Mary, Chris</div><div>Courtenays: Sara, William, Lucy, Caroline, Mr. James</div><div>Jonathan Lane, Jeremy Hill, Margaret Marsden, Peg Eva, Benita Sayth, Rowes, Penmans, Darby & Joan, Father McCurdy, Robert Newham, Jane and Pete Gardener-Hill, David Gibbs</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Places</b></div><div>Jacobs Farm, Sedlescombe hunt, Albert Place, Dolphins, Mill Hill hang gliding, Saas Fee, Sardinia</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Horses and other animals</b></div><div>Black King, Tabitha, Miss Moppet</div><div>Dog: Mini, Mr. Fox, Chickens </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1L0UNrTFvbOHPsmSYGHqqArIiqluj-RRd?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Click here for all 47 pages</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-32231075534617169192021-11-30T13:40:00.004+00:002021-11-30T13:40:16.325+00:00Bill Palmer Obituary<div style="text-align: left;"> <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMmcA0UrCOEBrYsnV4evwfunECZrJNijUIiQbxGWEI2t9y77VQUKjriROwW9xz80AtYIv30OPphdM1wuogAm-S-FgJY78YfYQqLgcdJXBUrS5FN3BucdCipNBQHAcj2M7uWCWMXNWhx47/s420/junk.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="420" data-original-width="317" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMmcA0UrCOEBrYsnV4evwfunECZrJNijUIiQbxGWEI2t9y77VQUKjriROwW9xz80AtYIv30OPphdM1wuogAm-S-FgJY78YfYQqLgcdJXBUrS5FN3BucdCipNBQHAcj2M7uWCWMXNWhx47/w151-h200/junk.png" width="151" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Young Bill</td></tr></tbody></table>Rachel Williams, a distant relative, told me about <a href="http://guardsmagazine.com/obits/2021%20Summer/08%20Palmer-Bill.html" target="_blank">this obituary of Uncle Bill</a> in the Guards Magazine.<div style="text-align: center;">Captain Bill Palmer CBE DL, </div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Late Grenadier Guards, </div><div style="text-align: center;">by his son Howard Palmer QC</div><div><br /></div><div>William Alexander (Bill) Palmer was born on 21st May 1925 in Down Street in London. He died at home on 31 October 2020, the last survivor of the fourth and final generation of Palmers to serve as directors in the firm of biscuit manufacturers, Huntley & Palmers of Reading. The firm had been founded by Bill’s great great uncle, George Palmer, in partnership with Thomas Huntley, in 1842, and they had been joined soon afterwards by George’s .......</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-17832830662992409762021-10-17T14:44:00.004+01:002021-10-17T14:44:45.370+01:00Goodbye Albert Place<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIUPri5p73OvqUEl58fZ1UPrgJpMFShu-VpHQK0ImKlDE3L8FWhxy-exyBYv03eKHPECcpDksub5TMhssShM20faP5-XPzc5BQS9obgzZHi5ttbS6dFoGYAv9GyclPjZFhv7sRfEJ_Djz/s1035/Bye+Bye+Albert+Place.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="678" data-original-width="1035" height="420" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsIUPri5p73OvqUEl58fZ1UPrgJpMFShu-VpHQK0ImKlDE3L8FWhxy-exyBYv03eKHPECcpDksub5TMhssShM20faP5-XPzc5BQS9obgzZHi5ttbS6dFoGYAv9GyclPjZFhv7sRfEJ_Djz/w640-h420/Bye+Bye+Albert+Place.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-85348510820258747892021-09-26T15:10:00.009+01:002021-10-10T14:43:31.634+01:00Cricket match weekend Sept 17-19 2021<div style="text-align: left;">The annual Keeling-Sedlescombe cricket match was rained off in 2019 and COVID cancelled in 2020. It came back in full glory on Sunday 19 Sept at Brightling Park near Robertsbridge. It was preceded on Friday by a convergence of the clan on Jacobs and Northlands and a feast and games on Saturday at Jacobs. It was also the 50th anniversary of the family moving into Jacobs.</div><div><br /></div><div>At Northlands Farm we whiled away the evenings with parlour games of which there are photos. There is no record of quiet evenings at Jacobs. Fire Hockey was the preferred way to pass the time. Apparently Simon caught fire and had to be doused with a fire extinguisher.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/6sFV2WSYJDQ" width="320" youtube-src-id="6sFV2WSYJDQ"></iframe></div><div>On Saturday caterers provided a plentiful lunch in a marquee on the lawn. The sun shone gloriously and there was a photo shoot, bicycle polo and then water polo. They had to play water polo with a football instead of a water melon because a certain perfidious person pushed the ref Polly into the pool and the only surviving melon was smashed. In the resulting fracas, I and my phone joined her. The evidence is in the <a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/12v1Px-ieLYKJYQJp070fpUFKHjIH1Od7?usp=sharing" target="_blank">photos</a>. This made my journey back to Berlin even more difficult as you can <a href="https://www.8-brothers.net/2021/09/cricket-match-weekend-sept-17-19-2021.html#more">read below</a>.</div><div><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AyLSZU5PMNXQSCO1fnqmTnUnnfCM-dOFaxSSP0-R3SvOzVwLx0A4YURdALhyI1n8YY1D33HRu4rucc2k8Bx19pHZiHZSJsuq8h6oxIXE4PDIfcEwpTsQfv16H9fLfd45j58YzhLe2q7l/s2048/Nearly+complete+family.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6AyLSZU5PMNXQSCO1fnqmTnUnnfCM-dOFaxSSP0-R3SvOzVwLx0A4YURdALhyI1n8YY1D33HRu4rucc2k8Bx19pHZiHZSJsuq8h6oxIXE4PDIfcEwpTsQfv16H9fLfd45j58YzhLe2q7l/w640-h480/Nearly+complete+family.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Missing: Alice, Luke, Viv, Art, Dulcie; Kate, Will, Jasper, Monty (came to cricket); Harry Harriet, Florence; Archie, Lucy; Jasper, Zak </td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveEJVghVcIaOTi2E8MrHTWriyljZOAbvkwg5bkbIrFMs9Y6HjOSNqQacwYWrs5VKBk2slbmyh0lOY26BEav2Rg8xgS-4HO32x9S1Yg4425Vzt_TkESKv66Do2wAv_NrY6ic5m0_qK_fY1/s2048/8+brothers.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgveEJVghVcIaOTi2E8MrHTWriyljZOAbvkwg5bkbIrFMs9Y6HjOSNqQacwYWrs5VKBk2slbmyh0lOY26BEav2Rg8xgS-4HO32x9S1Yg4425Vzt_TkESKv66Do2wAv_NrY6ic5m0_qK_fY1/w640-h480/8+brothers.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div>The official plans for the weekend are <a href="https://www.8-brothers.net/p/keeling-cricket-match-2021.html" target="_blank">here</a>. It did not all work out as expected. Some went missing, some reappeared and the Keck family, headed by Meg, joined for lunch, photos and games.</div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Cricket report </h3><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp5qwXTUAYy7jXPwBsqiTTtFjrqSAxuRcq1hHsqhuLWIGLdY6etkBcKH40-M6n47QWKqiD6hy5d7PVzxeaOU-r_WeuYA6ZhiDtnr2SxmCzxAdnb04fn09IucShYndc6IOd1PXTzn2rvLA/s2048/Cricket+Team.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1536" data-original-width="2048" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfp5qwXTUAYy7jXPwBsqiTTtFjrqSAxuRcq1hHsqhuLWIGLdY6etkBcKH40-M6n47QWKqiD6hy5d7PVzxeaOU-r_WeuYA6ZhiDtnr2SxmCzxAdnb04fn09IucShYndc6IOd1PXTzn2rvLA/w640-h480/Cricket+Team.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br />On the Keeling team were Simon, Tom, Jim, Paul Sr (on-field captain), Poppy, Ted, Arthur, Edward, JJ, Fred and Kev. Josh was off games, Harry had other engagements, the perfidious Trev Sr played for Sedlescombe, Trev Jr and Ruth were scorers.</div><div><br /></div><div>The Keelings batted first in light rain. Paul was out quickly for 9 and Ted for a duck. Things were looking bad until our secret weapon JJ came onto bat and was very instrumental in propelling us to a creditable 168 by getting a massive 69.</div><div><br /></div><div>The weather improved a bit and Sedlescombe went into bat. Their opener was very stubborn, would not be out even against bowlers Edward, JJ, Paul, Fred, Kev. There was one hopeful moment at about 160 runs when we got two wickets in two balls. Sadly no more wickets followed and Sedlescombe went to 172 for five wickets. So they won with Crittenden the opener finishing on 83 not out.</div><div><br /></div><div>After the match, amid mass confusion with the Southeastern Rail network, half of our team and most of the opposition, repaired to the Ostrich pub for friendly pints where Trev (the perfidious) Sr led a rousing chorus of ‘Delroy Reid, he’s the meanest……’ which rather shattered the quiet Sunday evening peace of the place.</div><div><br /></div><div>JJ was definitely our man of the match. He not only scored a lot of runs and bowled but he made an amazing catch. He was sprinting to the boundary and a barbed wire fence with the ball descending behind him and he caught it over his shoulder while screeching to a halt.</div><div><br /></div><div>As he said later, "We will be back stronger next year".</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/12v1Px-ieLYKJYQJp070fpUFKHjIH1Od7?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Selected photos</a> (135)</div><div><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1zYHyP81fTFB9Ytrll0_vXPQCACHn0hD6" target="_blank">All photos and upload folder</a> (169)</div><div><a href="https://www.8-brothers.net/2021/09/cricket-match-weekend-sept-17-19-2021.html#more">Water polo, Cricket scorebooks and George's journey home</a></div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div><div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Water polo</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/us3Bs8UvleA" width="320" youtube-src-id="us3Bs8UvleA"></iframe></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">Cricket score books</h3><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjFmPKcFmX4RWPYQX-8tiKlQ9xP-SK-M2B2vpZ5PuBveTSo_zi4fSHMC46Fyy8b6fj3aMrtyg-s1hy_-ePhnKyPsMn5IRjKWHCRDNMkPGqhLLmyDZhTh1xrZzgq9D177lV46tBTwRkQHA/s720/Circket+scores+%25282%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="540" data-original-width="720" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipjFmPKcFmX4RWPYQX-8tiKlQ9xP-SK-M2B2vpZ5PuBveTSo_zi4fSHMC46Fyy8b6fj3aMrtyg-s1hy_-ePhnKyPsMn5IRjKWHCRDNMkPGqhLLmyDZhTh1xrZzgq9D177lV46tBTwRkQHA/w640-h480/Circket+scores+%25282%2529.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_28GRqn2DqldTax7Ld6T7iX5zccE8vMIvfvpKrLSgscR4DPdrwaQeccbHGaD0pPkIcffA5Eh-Z9dxNm8tezRpSyKuIlpboXVaQU6VNMqTMfe0GGARdA8K-Odu5MF_v48WY0nAwyY7kY5e/s524/Circket+scores+%25281%2529.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="393" data-original-width="524" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_28GRqn2DqldTax7Ld6T7iX5zccE8vMIvfvpKrLSgscR4DPdrwaQeccbHGaD0pPkIcffA5Eh-Z9dxNm8tezRpSyKuIlpboXVaQU6VNMqTMfe0GGARdA8K-Odu5MF_v48WY0nAwyY7kY5e/w640-h480/Circket+scores+%25281%2529.jpeg" width="640" /></a></div><h3 style="text-align: left;">George's journey home</h3>This is an account of my bumbling travels amid COVID confusion back from London to Berlin. It is written in the same spirit as Dad's account of his journey from Lohr to Jacobs across storm wracked Europe after Cally's funeral.</div><div><br /></div><div>Before travelling I had checked what was needed in the way of COVID documentation. Going to England seemed quite simple - I just needed a negative antigen test certificate (in English), a passenger locator form from the internet and a "day 2 PCR test"¹ in the UK and the test booking reference must be on the locator form. I booked the day 2 PCR test (to be done at Paul's), I got the pre-flight test easily at one of the many little test centres in Berlin. There is one in Bayerische Platz about five minutes bike ride from me. Armed with passport, test certificate and locator form, travel to England was almost normal. Check in in Berlin was in person only and at Heathrow I passed swiftly through automated passport control. Online / automated check in is not available any more in Berlin or Heathrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>The return journey was not so simple. I had found out that I must fill in a German entry registration form - but not earlier than two days before arrival in Germany. The British Airways ticket info said that no other information was needed. German government websites said that I additionally needed a pre-flight negative antigen test and a certificate of full vaccination, which I have. I decided I would try and get an antigen test at Heathrow and checked the Heathrow website where I could not find anything about COVID tests except a year old press release². Hoping that the press release was still valid I planned to find a walk in test at Heathrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Saturday afternoon Ted threw a spanner in the works by pushing me into the pool with my phone in my pocket. Efforts to revive it in warm dry rice at Northlands failed. I carefully sellotaped the SIM card to some papers in my travel wallet, thus removing it from the damp phone and hoping that at least it would recover. With Paul's help I was able to print the German entry registration form and upload my vaccine certificate to their website. Sunday night was spent at Ruth's in north London and we decided to leave my bedding in place on my departure in case I failed to get away. On Monday I got to Heathrow terminal 5 departures at 10.30. My flight was at 13.30. </div><div><br /></div><div>I found a COVID test site run by expresstest. However, you have to book online in advance which phone-less I could not do and they only did PCR tests. By this stage I had forgotten the 4 hour turn-around on PCR tests and I went to the back of the long queue and pleaded with my fellow victims for someone to book a test for me while we waited. There was a lot of examining of phones and feet. Except for one nice man called David who actually looked at me and I zeroed in on him. He magnificently twice booked me a PCR test (crashed at first payment attempt) while we moved forward in the queue. I gave him £120 cash. We then realised that I would not get my result in time and further it would be sent to his phone. David then said they did antigen tests on terminal 2 or 3. We parted company. And I got in a lift where I met a medical person going to expresstest in arrivals with some equipment. She said that I could get an antigen test there and she would boost me to the front of the queue to the boss who could make my booking with paper. She did that and went on her way. Five minutes later the boss said: GDPR regulations say no.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was now about 11.30 and I decided to try to check in anyway - perhaps BA check in staff would read BA regulations not German regulations and wave me though. On the way up in the lift I met more expresstest staff. They said that the departures test place did do antigen tests and that, once booked online and barcode printed, paper only would suffice. I went back to that test place. Dave was nearing the front of the queue. I asked the queue supervisor if my PCR booking could be converted to a much cheaper Antigen booking (they could keep the change.) The computer said no. At this stage I couldn't face a repeat begging performance and so I went to check in.</div><div><br /></div><div>The lady at check in said I only needed a vaccination pass OR an antigen test pass! I was saved and bought out my nice little German vaccination book with a flourish. There amongst flu and polio vaccinations are two stickers off syringes saying COMINARTY® with dates in April and May. I pointed these out and she got sniffy. "It doesn't say what kind of vaccine it is".³ She phoned her manager. No hope was provided. On the plus side she did book me on a flight for 18.00 Tuesday and gave me a £10 voucher valid for 18 months because it was a bit cheaper. </div><div><br /></div><div>I now decided to get a new phone and went to Curry's in Oxford Street. The first thing to do was to test the SIM card. If that was broken a new phone was pointless and I faced more problems in Berlin getting a new one with my old phone number on it. It was sellotaped somewhere in a four page double sided printed document containing dense differential equations. It wasn't there! Luckily the nice lady saw that I was looking on the wrong side and said "Is that it there?". It was. We duly tested it in a display phone and it worked. I bought a new phone and returned to Ruth's. </div><div><br /></div><div>I still had work to do. I needed to book my antigen test at expresstest and redo the German entry registration form for my new arrival date. I had to use Ruth's little Chromebook for this and it took two attempts to book expresstest, just like the previous day. But I was much slower than David. There was an added difficulty that my personal email was not functioning⁴. I also got distracted because my old phone suddenly came to life. I might have screamed, I got a fright. It died again after about 30 wasted minutes. For the German entry registration form I needed my passport number and of course my passport was in my travel wallet. There was no travel wallet! I had taken it from my bag at Curry's to find the SIM card and then left the whole wallet there. Of course, you can't phone Curry's in Oxford street to ask them so I had to go back on spec. I was praying as I approached the store. It was there. </div><div><br /></div><div>Later that evening Paul D printed the two vital documents for me (after his printer had had a hissy fit of course.) I was all set!</div><div><br /></div><div>On Tuesday I also arrived very early at terminal 5. They were sniffy about paper for the booking and test result. But I won and got my test. I might have prayed again 40 minutes later as I approached the test desk. I got a good result on paper! There were two more trivial setbacks: German passport / disease control was very slow. 30 minute queue and some of the staff were laughing and joking with non-working colleagues in their booth. The final insult was a mosquito which attacked me in bed so I couldn't sleep for ages even though I was shattered.</div><div><br /></div><div>All's well that ends well and it was a great weekend, George.</div><div><br /></div><div>Notes</div><div><br /></div><div>1) There are three kinds of COVID test:</div><div>A PCR test takes a minimum of 4 hours to have a result.</div><div>An Antigen test takes about 20 minutes for a result. Also known as lateral flow test.</div><div>A LAMP test which seem rather useless.</div><div>All the above can be self administered but not before travel!</div><div>I did the day 2 PCR test at Paul's and Paul return posted it. I have no idea what the result was and I don't care.</div><div><br /></div><div>2) When back in Berlin I checked the Heathrow website again and I did find links to expresstest.co.uk. I erred.</div><div><br /></div><div>3) Also on my return home, I googled COMINARTY. I immediately found a WHO website which says in huge letters at the top "Pfizer/BioNTech COMIRNATY®, COVID-19 vaccine". If I had had a phone I might have done that at check in. BA could have done it too. I should have suggested it to them. </div><div><br /></div><div>4) I had rather a complicated email password which I could not remember without help from my computer at home. I do not regularly log out and in. I had thought of simplifying the password before I left but never got round to it. Grave error which is now corrected.</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-81168519697791557292021-06-19T15:20:00.004+01:002022-01-12T14:42:52.578+00:00End of automated email service<div style="text-align: left;">Google say the automated email service on this blog is ending in July. I have email addresses of all the subscribers. I will try to remember to email you whenever a new post goes up! This is probably the last automatic one.</div><div style="text-align: left;">George</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b>CORRECTION 12 Jan 2022</b>. Six months after Google's announcement, the email service continues to work and even accept new email addresses. So I have reinstated the <i>Suscribe:</i> widget near the top right of the blog and we will carry on using that system as long we can.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-78050976492951489922020-12-18T08:00:00.001+00:002020-12-18T08:00:04.078+00:00Jacobs farm photo albums: 1973 Dec - 1974 July JBK<div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7e5evju26DGi7HuDH7oE79aFycTFXxa7whsuQKItn3NzzQ-fBHgivD6Pj7MGO6LIRhW0CF1eenipx1o3_y9Xu4R-euU3fcPEpshq4DT00VBRCzNLfYHJ25z2ZxYWLBPLIkWk_5ME-BzD/s1372/8bspic.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1372" data-original-width="643" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO7e5evju26DGi7HuDH7oE79aFycTFXxa7whsuQKItn3NzzQ-fBHgivD6Pj7MGO6LIRhW0CF1eenipx1o3_y9Xu4R-euU3fcPEpshq4DT00VBRCzNLfYHJ25z2ZxYWLBPLIkWk_5ME-BzD/w188-h400/8bspic.png" width="188" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PdSFGj4X6YMKyaB8wI0cPwx0BgmHEcgi?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Jacobs farm photo albums: 1973 Dec - 1974 July by Granny</a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">People</span></div></div><div>Barbar (Barbara) Gibbs</div><div>Lady Dot Keeling</div><div>Granny, Grandpa, Trevor, George, Simon, David, Tom, Jim, Paul</div><div>Johnny, Jocelyn, John, Bill</div><div>Fanny Gibbs</div><div>Ruvé Finucane, Tris Grayson</div><div>Gaynor: Thyrza, Helena </div><div>Woodward-Fisher: Anne, Jane </div><div>Rowe: Lucinda, Josephine, Sarah </div><div>King: Harry and Sheila , </div><div>Gardiner-Hill: Peter and Sue </div><div>Jonathan Lane, Isabel Mons, Jackie Kent, Carmen Roa</div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Horses</span> </div><div>Black King, Rusty, Tabby </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Places</span></div><div>Val d'Isère, Jacobs, Ladycross</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1PdSFGj4X6YMKyaB8wI0cPwx0BgmHEcgi?usp=sharing" target="_blank">Click here</a> to see all 17</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-36584045264866486532020-11-13T14:51:00.001+00:002020-11-15T14:56:29.938+00:00Welcome Florence!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtlj2vLbhKh0QY7EmXh-CyJvJWvTEiKIY1j3RogB7VCWVS2EKqWnDzBY56KC3YfzK9XU4_uFwpcM1ZeMjMjdMTZNJLnDLQqS5j1McxABV4KywOFr0JkxGgv3Uh7BNuNML-vWgAcojbG8x/s1379/Harriet+Florence+Harry.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1379" data-original-width="839" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUtlj2vLbhKh0QY7EmXh-CyJvJWvTEiKIY1j3RogB7VCWVS2EKqWnDzBY56KC3YfzK9XU4_uFwpcM1ZeMjMjdMTZNJLnDLQqS5j1McxABV4KywOFr0JkxGgv3Uh7BNuNML-vWgAcojbG8x/w390-h640/Harriet+Florence+Harry.jpeg" width="390" /></a></div>Welcome to <b>Florence </b>born 14:10 on 13 Nov 2020 weighing 6lb 12oz. (3.06 kg) Congratulations to Harriet and Harry. <p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4350007551044387893.post-2888260114235822092020-10-31T15:08:00.000+00:002020-10-31T15:08:25.426+00:00Bill Palmer RIP<p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d3_-cyRKyIegay86yML33vi1Hwimk-fLUbV6IkmXy-VEqE9pNQUK_GhjwnwdHOdTsM2N6H-mv1cSu0WBEyxodCOvwVi8U7ztYe804l0_pQn1kdwtGuGzS82zBx7dJVyRcnDLgKvuvKlc/s1349/Bill+Palmer.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1102" data-original-width="1349" height="522" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9d3_-cyRKyIegay86yML33vi1Hwimk-fLUbV6IkmXy-VEqE9pNQUK_GhjwnwdHOdTsM2N6H-mv1cSu0WBEyxodCOvwVi8U7ztYe804l0_pQn1kdwtGuGzS82zBx7dJVyRcnDLgKvuvKlc/w640-h522/Bill+Palmer.png" width="640" /></a></p>I just got this from cousin Howard Palmer <div>"I am afraid to have to announce that my father, WAP (William/Bill) died this morning, 31/10/20 after a short illness. Cherry is bereft, but bearing up well and in good health. Dad had been hale and hearty, if a little immobile, until about 3 weeks ago when he became rather weak and eventually chair and bed-bound for the last 10 days or so. He was 95 and a bit, so an excellent innings.<div><br /></div><div>Talking of which, he once played in the Sedlescombe match when I was 13 (and he was 42) and opened the innings with Trevor. I outlasted Trevor and Mike sent WAP in to take the number 3 slot at the other end. He hadn’t played cricket probably since he was 13 and was promptly out first ball!</div><div><br /></div>Happy memories."</div><div><br /></div><div>Bill Palmer married Granny's sister Cherry. The photos were taken between 1967 and 1969. The one at the top right is almost certainly just before Bill got his duck. Unless I am mistaken, Bill was Sherriff of Berkshire and scion of the great biscuit makers <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntley_%26_Palmers" target="_blank">Huntley and Palmers</a>.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1