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Reflections on reaching the 15th tee

The deaths within a week of David Bowie, Alan Rickman and Glenn Frey hit me, as my dad used to say, like a sack of spuds. It wasn’t just that we had lost three outstanding artists – being cynical, I

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The mystery of the workhouse baby

The envelope contained a copy of the birth certificate of the first-born child of my great grandmother Elizabeth Coomber, nee Gasson, and instead of sorting out the mysteries surrounding this boy, it complicated them even more. Elizabeth is a key

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And he’d dance for you…

One of the joys of retirement is that when something catches your interest you can make the time to chase it around a little and see what pops up. Usually it is a meander through the serendipity of google, a

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Is there a better way to remember Thomas?

Thomas Marshall Coomber, my great grandfather, worked on farms from the age of 12. In those days before tractors, milking machines and other mechanical aids, it was long hours of often tough, physical work. My father spent his childhood with

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