Thursday, 15 July 2010

Durham

My Dad and I took a little trip to Durham, a beautiful old city about an hour and a half drive from Whitby. Apart from being an interesting day trip, it fit in nicely with the nostalgia of this visit, as my grandmother was born in a small mining village in County Durham, which we passed, and her mother studied at the university in Durham.

This was the college where she studied:
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My family history is pretty undistinguished: nobody was rich or famous or related to the king or anything! However, my great grandmother deserves a mention, because she won a scholarship to study at Durham University, and she was only a miner's daughter from somewhere outside Newcastle.

She was also, by all accounts, quite a dragon. My uncle spent many years at sea, and once met a fellow Englishman in China or somewhere, who reminisced about being evacuated to Yorkshire during the war, and having an absolutely terrifying schoolteacher. After asking a few more questions my uncle said, "Oh, that was my grandmother!"
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This is the dragon (on the left) with my own delightful, mild and sweet grandmother, and my great-grandfather, who by all accounts was lovely as well.

Looking at beautiful Durham Cathedral, where my great grandmother would have attended church on Sundays, and the castle, my dad and I thought that this must have been the highlight of her life. And perhaps she needed to be a dragon to get here.
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Photo from freefotouk on flickr

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1 comment:

Amy said...

great post, Durham looks beautiful I really want to visit one day.
x
p.s.love your blog!