Finding the notorious Ann gregg
Jun 17, 2019
4 minutes
ike many other people, I’d promised myself that once I was retired, and had plenty of spare time, I’d go back to researching my family history. I’d started a number of years ago, some time after my father died. I’d asked him many times over the years where our double-barrelled family name came from, but he never really gave a straight answer. ‘There was blue blood in the family,’ he often said, telling a tale of rich families intermarrying and joining their names together. There was always a glint in his eye when telling this story; I knew it couldn’t
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