I have an NZ connection, my mother's father was the of Scot & Welsh ancestry, and came to Britain to be unkind to Germans, and never went back home.
My brother's researches threw up a fearful and monstrous spectre. A possible progenitor was an holy man, a sober man, who went around his town closing hotels, pubs, bars and shebeens (they were the worst, they sold sly grog); we were appalled at this blot on our honour. Fortunately, more research revealed the fiend was nothing at all to do with us and the man we were looking for was found dead half out of a brook, minus his wallet, on his way home from a pub.
I am also proud to be the great grandson of a musician on my father's side, and he fell out of a train while drunk, at the age of 46. He did not reach 47.
My brother's researches threw up a fearful and monstrous spectre. A possible progenitor was an holy man, a sober man, who went around his town closing hotels, pubs, bars and shebeens (they were the worst, they sold sly grog); we were appalled at this blot on our honour. Fortunately, more research revealed the fiend was nothing at all to do with us and the man we were looking for was found dead half out of a brook, minus his wallet, on his way home from a pub.
I am also proud to be the great grandson of a musician on my father's side, and he fell out of a train while drunk, at the age of 46. He did not reach 47.
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