I made a tiktok about our family member Edward Beane who was on the Titanic, he being my ancestor D'Auvergne Bane's cousin. On Edwards honeymoon with his beloved Ethel, as a man of second class he was not to be put on the lifeboats, as Ethel was; nevertheless, he jumped into the water and found his way to the half full lifeboat and thus was a survivor.
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I was working on my new genealogy passion website, a lot of work there about Bean cousins who had survived the sinking of the Titanic, about the Royal Horse Artillery career of my ancestor Richard Bane, and the beginnings of writing up about my Irish folk. In old newspapers I am finding such interesting articles, like of the eruption of Krakatoa in 1883, a date somehow I always remember, and the Titanic story and the grief of so many people who willed their loved ones to have survived, though too many had not. At this I cried. So many stories are there within this great story. Back to writing about the tragic dysfunctional lives of my Irish ancestors, which both moves and fascinates me. On and off I work on my Irish Sugrue's lives in London. There was quite a refugee crisis for the Irish in those days, many Britishers feeling that they were being swamped by this 'dirty' Roman Catholic peasantry, who profited from their English benevolence while hating the Brits and committing crime, prostitution, and drunkard behaviour. And there's not many Brits now who do not have some Irish ancestry in them, for those past Brits who found the Irish lasses rather attractive, being the ones to build bridges, or the attraction of the Irish lads, as in the case of my ancestress Maria Harrison. I do feel this Irish peasant part of myself. I feel it is quite a strong influence in me even. Just as their children stole, so did I as a child. And like them, I am unkempt, messy, unfussed; closer to nature, I suppose, as this feels more natural, trusting all will be well, even in the face of plenty going wrong. Dysfunctional. Yes, I surely am. And when I see now how my Irishers were, my Kerry people, it all makes so much more sense. Minus the alcoholism, no, that's not for me. Not to say that there haven't been times when I've been wild with it and sometimes quite outrageous. And they lived off the system, after all this is survival, and others judged them. Some currents of all of this are still with me. And, even the Roman Catholic love of the holy mother and child, of holy places and holy beings, and submersion of one's being in an awe for this, I know it. My Irish immigrant ancestral research was just about concluded. On seeing one reference, about a lodging house, Pesters, which my people stayed in, I learn that this was also a place of residence for one of Jack the Rippers victims, Catherine Eddowes. I got distracted into watching a whole documentary about Jack the Ripper. With his identity never ascertained, it's the kind of mystery one finds oneself intrigued to try and solve. Even in my dreams I was sifting through what had been presented, trying to work it all out. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. ![]() Updating my genealogy, I became most captivated by what I found. One of my relatives, a Bean cousin of great grandfather D'Auvergne Bane, was on the Titanic when it so famously crashed into an iceberg on it's way to America. Edward Beane, he is my first cousin thrice removed. He was on his honeymoon voyage with his sweetheart Ethel, they having just married in Norwich. They now become my Jack and Rose, but with a better ending, for remarkably they both survived, and were the only ones out of 12 honeymooning couples not to have been separated for ever by the tragedy. Women and children first, that was the noble British way, with the men kept back at gun point. Ethel was put into a lifeboat, which though only half full was set away in the sea, and Edward on noting this, took his chances, jumping into the freezing waters and swimming in the darkness, it being midnight, until he could be with her. One recount says he got to her boat and she lifted him in with her own arms. Another version is that a different rowboat picked him up and not until arrival in New York did each know the other had survived. Safe on the boat, united, if this is indeed how it was, they distantly saw the final plunging downwards of the great ship, hearing not only that band still playing, but the mass wail of the remaining stranded people in the moment of their perishing, a haunting sound Ethel could not free her mind of for many years. Edward was of the family of D'Auvergne's mother, Hannah Bean, being one of her nephews. It is also in looking more at Hannah's parents, Robert and Mary Ann Beane, that I discover what is the connection to Castle Hedingham, made mention of once by my granny Isabelle. For all my fanciful contemplations of was D'Auvergne a love child, was he really descended from the D'Auvergne family, this less and less seems a possibility, even though I had noted that there was a D'Auvergne- Barnard family link to this area. Well, actually, as I now discovered, Robert Beane spent his last years in Castle Hedingham at the Great Lodge Farm, one of his daughters, Mary Ann, having married the farmer there. When his daughter and then her husband eventually died, both having left wills, and not having had any children to inherit from them, D'Auvergne and other family members may have from past assurances reckoned they were in for some of that inheritance, which would explain why D'Auvergne had to go to Castle Hedingham when Isabelle was a young girl. And his upset on returning, would be that regardless of their great wealth, he had not been left anything. It's a less fanciable story, but it would make sense. It was another Beane who inherited greatly from them, a George who worked on the railways. But not our D'Auvergne. And Robert Beane's wife, Mary Ann, who long back I had thought to be a Bird, was actually an Empson. And it was Mary Ann's sister, or was it her aunt, can't recall which, who had married the composer D'Auvergne Barnard's father. So there is a certain link now. 'An aunt' as granny Isabelle had always said, only she'd thought the aunt had married the composer rather than his father. This does after all then make me related by blood to the composer. And so I frequently brush up on my genealogy and sometimes discover the new and interesting. Much of the following day I did my research, particularly being interested in the Titanic story. My friend, Ian, who came over to visit, and who believes in conspiracy theories, told me the Titanic sinking was contrived by the Jewish Rockefeller's, as he would say indeed. Looking more at the Titanic story, at videos of those who survived and those who did not, I got weepy about it all. One lady could have survived, but would not, because she was not allowed to take her dog with her, and she refused to be separated from him. AuthorSusie Harrison and her hobby of genealogy, always looking into her own and her friends family trees. |
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