So that is it, the third and final day finished and Who Do You Think You Are? Live over and done with for another year, well almost.
Public transport being what it is on Sunday I had a much later start this morning (and an earlier finish) so when I arrived just after 11 o’clock things were already in full swing, although it has to be said that it wasn’t swinging quite as much as on the previous two days, things were a lot quieter.
I only managed to attend two workshops today (I probably could have fitted in another) and both were excellent. First was Dr Gill Draper of the British Association for Local History talking about free local history websites for family historians. This was an interesting talk and although I had heard of many of the websites there were a fair number that I hadn’t looked at before (or recently).
The talk was based on one of the publications from BALH, “Internet Sites for Local Historians” and I felt inspired to buy a copy afterwards. Flicking through the pages of the booklet I can see that there are many websites that I have never encountered before (and some old favourites), this could keep me entertained and educated for weeks.
The second talk was again based on a book or rather about a book, entitled The Platoon: An Infantryman on the Western Front 1916-18. Andy Robertshaw spoke enthusiastically about the discovery and exploration of the manuscript and the validation of it’s contents. I didn’t have time to hang around and get a copy of this book, but I will put it on my wish list.
On a personal level not only did I bump into my distant cousin again, but also one of my first cousins, who I had no idea was going to be there. Another highlight was chatting to one of the people at the Weald and Downland Open Air Museum display, who it turned it was the director of the museum, and co-author of one of the books on my shelf which has photos of my relatives, and who had met some of my Mitchell relations in West Dean, Sussex. It could only happen at Who Do You Think You Are? Live!
Tomorrow my world returns to normal, when my alarm goes off at 5:15am tomorrow morning I won’t be leaping out of bed excitedly, but rather trudging grudgingly to the bathroom to prepare for a week at work.