This Page is Dedicated to
My Mother and my Black Country Ancestors
from Staffordshire England
The young child on the left side of the picture is my wonderful Mother and friend Doris Irene Kirk. When I was leaving my homeland to venture to the USA many years ago mom handed me a tape. On the tape was a few folk songs from the Black Country and as she handed it to me she said: "Dont ever forget where yow came from ar kid,"
I promised I never would.
I come from a long line of Staffordshire folk, from Miners, Iron Castors, Leather workers, Boatmen, Gun lock filers, Nurses and Dress makers to name few. Each and every one I am extremley proud to call my kin.
Like most working class folks in England the BC folk did not have it easy in days gone by, but no matter what life dealt them they never faltered in their strength and endurance to go on.
I hope you will enjoy my pages and enjoy the journey that you may also be taking to find your family roots....The road is long and the resting places many, but the journey is so very rewarding
Liz
IN lOVING MEMORY OF OUR FAITHFUL FRIEND
AND DEAR BABY GIRL, TIGER MAY YOU REST IN PEACE 1992 - 2004
WE SHALL MISS YOU ALWAYS
Native Indian Prayer - Aurthor unkown
I give you this one thought to keep-
I am with you still - I do not sleep,
I am a thousand winds that blow ,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain ,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the mornign hush,
I am the swift,uplifting rush
of quite birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone-
I am with you still -in each new dawn ,
1898 - 1961
