Yes! Among other things, I unblocked my direct (and thoroughly untruthful) Jones line because gg-gran's niece was the informant on the death certificate of one of gg-gran's children.

I use old nappy pins as small stitch holders for my knitting - they're practical when it's just a few stitches!

Oh yes - my grandmother is recorded as Mary Ellen instead of Sarah Ellen on one census - it's definitely the right family/address (I have all the birth certs), and all the other names are correct, including her oldest sister Mary Ann. Enumerator's copying error, I guess. 🙄

My master tree has always been offline, backed up to 2 external hard drives as well as to cloud. Hard copies plus scans of all BMD documents, photos, wills etc, also backed up. You can't have too many #backups! I also use longhand sources for info, rather than links.

Oh blimey - forever associated (in a good way) with juke boxes in pubs along the West Highland Way in summer 1982. Bacccardi and Coke, and using the pub loo for a wash and brush up when the campsite was rubbish... 🙄

My A' Level year - wish I could watch again! (No longer in UK.)

Being small and nippy I invariably ended up on the right wing for hockey and lacrosse, so could keep vaguely warm sprinting to keep up with the action. I actually quite liked it, apart from the Aertex blouses, short skirts and obligatory navy gym knickers - why couldn't we play in tracksuits?

Oh of course!

I agree that clarity should be the priority. In #Swiss records, wives of local officials are sometimes given a feminine version of their husband's title (eg "Mme la Conseillère X"), and I wouldn't translate that either, preferring something like "Mme X, wife of parish councillor Y."

The only one I'm not sure about is the blue tin 3rd from left, and Mum had pretty much the same scales as far back as I can remember.

Rehearsing Danse Macabre with our amateur wind orchestra during a thunderstorm a few years ago was pretty amazing!

I feel vaguely guilty that 2 yr-old grandson takes 3 hour naps and sleeps 12+ hours when he's here overnight, but won't settle easily at home. Maybe he knows I'm just too old and cranky for that shit?

Pfff, I'm a mother-in-law now, and it's me who hosts! (Very happily, and I love my d-i-l.)

Culture shock's a big thing: I had basic German when I moved to Switzerland, but after 4 years I understood the language but not the mentality. (OH is French-speaking Swiss.) I also didn't realise that for his family (like many/most Swiss) 2 hours away was much too far!