Tag Archives: Ancestry

My Parents made me what I am today.

My mother was a Poodle,

my dad a Labrador…

My grandfather a Seagull,

his mum an Albatross…

Just how I turned out as I am,

has left me at a loss.



My ancestors were

agricultural labourers

and fisherfolk.

They tilled the land,

and toiled on the sea,

and their children’s children’s children

helped give birth to me.

And I fell out of my ancestree

“Hi, diddly dee, a Sandford’s life for me.”

“I am a Sandford”

I am a Sandford

not a Landlord

or a TimeLord;

and I can afford

to spread discord

when I say that I am not

a Landlord, TimeLord, Warlord,

or the like.

The census shows my family

as Landfords in one past year,

a lack of handwriting clarity

didn’t make the letters clear;

but I knew

from looking and thinking

that they were mine

and I was theirs,

not Landfords

but Sandfords

adrift back in time

(they weren’t TimeLords either),

and named after a sandy river crossing

I may be,

still, I am a Sandford

(in all probability).

Parting. Sweet. Sorrow.

Parting. Sweet. Sorrow.

On this day

my Nan was born

and my Dad did die;

it’s a strange day

if you look at it

in a certain sort of way.

Looking back,

Is often a sorrowful thing,

when family so familiar

became part of an ongoing unknowing,

joining the ranks of the many,

departing the lives of the few.

I stop and think about them

and how they were – those that I knew.

In the last week

I have been reminded

of an Aunt who was born,

a grandmother too;

and the endings of my dad, and his dad – who I barely knew.

In this modern day

of misuse and mishap,

I give my sad thanks to the reminders of an app.