|Gotcha! Robert Ainsworth|
I am often asked why? They're dead those people you look for. The past is gone. Leave it be. Let the skeletons remain in the cupboards. My reply is usually about history and learning from it, not repeating mistakes but my prime motivator and response is that I never want to forget my roots, where I came from and to remember all those who went before and who have made my own life possible. Ancient peoples remember their ancestors and honour them in many ways but modern society, the first world, does its best to forget them and by doing that I believe we become disconnected with our past and history and then live without true grounding and purpose but what do I know!
Recently I began researching Aiden's family history and it is fascinating. I am not related to any of these people but I have become wrapped up in their lives and where they lived them. I wrote about one character a little while ago and although larger than life characters are fantastic, I love trying to discover a little more about the unsung and the forgotten.
|A beautiful place to rest - Barrow Cemetery|
Some of the places they came from were remote and some were remote and bleak. None were far from the coast and some were downright open to every element that would have come their way.
|The view from the south of Walney Island|
|Biggar Village, Walney Island|
Imagine somewhere like Walney Island in 1700. Windswept, burning peat as likely as not to keep warm, draughts swirling around backs and knees and the only light after sunset being from the fire and candles. Few creature comforts and yet the Ainsworths' kept returning there. Was it the absolute magnificence of the views of never ending skies and sand (when the tide was out) and marvelling at the creation of the Lord? Or did they care for neither, it was where the work was and where they could find a home?
I suppose I will never know the answers to those questions but there is a sense of yes, they loved it there, the coast, the sea, the beaches because I know and have known the love for the sea resurrected in both Aiden and his Mother. Perhaps it's all in the blood after all?!
|The view from Walney to Piel Castle|
|The old lighthouse at Rampside|