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Feb 9 13 12:18 PM

Lynn,  Thanks for your comments.  And yes, I fully intend to add pictures, documents, postmarks and other such interesting images to the final product.  I only included the writing part here.  Sub-headings are a great idea, thank you.  Especially since I wish the completed work to be reference book with interesting vignettes added in.  I'll work on those sub-headings in the next draft, but for the challenge I'll just keep writing the fodder.

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Feb 10 13 5:14 AM


I just read your piece, and the fact that your ancestor was Melungeon really intrigues me! My husband's family (Carters and Georges, owned by Col. Nathaniel Littleton of Nandua and Magotha Bay Plantations, VA) had been written of as perhaps Melungeon. But after my research, I do not believe so. I read several books on the people and their history truly interested me. The reason I believe his ancestors were thought such was that they are believed to have been Angolans brought to Virginia via the islands.They were already Christianized, and the books that I have read speak of how these slaves faired better than those who maintained their African names.

Looking forward to reading the rest of your story!

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Feb 10 13 7:02 AM

Thanks Jeannie.  I've pretty much exhausted the information I have on James & Christina, but I may still find a few more details looking through the history of Milvalle.

Connie from WV stuck here in Florida

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Feb 10 13 8:27 AM

I've finished my first story - of my 2x great-Aunt Alice. I'd love any feedback as this is my very first attempt to write any family history. Copied from my blog here:

Aunt Alice Brodie was, it seems, our dark family secret. I remember reading a letter from my grandmother’s cousin Douglas asking my mother if she knew anything about his father’s sister Alice. My mother knew nothing, since my grandmother had never talked about her. It seems unlikely that either of the cousins had ever been told about their Aunt Alice, even though Douglas was 10 and my grandmother 13 when Alice died. It is clear Douglas, at least, had no knowledge of her. In his letter to my mother he recalls meeting an “Aunt Alice” in Egypt in 1911 and wonders if this might have been his father’s sister? I now know that it was not.

I started to uncover Alice’s  tragic story quite by chance. I was on a research trip to Leicester looking into the life of my great-grandfather John Buchan Brodie. It was towards the end of the day and, on my way out of town, I stopped at Welford Road Cemetery to try to find John’s grave. Welford Road is well documented and, after a little searching, I came upon it.

Alice and Mary's grave in Welford Cemetary, Leicester

The marble cross had been broken off and laid against the base but John’s details were clearly inscribed on the side. And then I realised there was more. On the front, worn, but still clearly legible, were memorials to both John’s mother, Mary, and his sister Alice. It was an exciting moment as I had not been able to find a birth record for Mary, and had found no trace of Alice beyond the 1891 Census.  Then I realised that Alice had been just 44 when she died and I became curious as to what had happened.  I resolved to get her death certificate to find out, expecting the sadness of a relatively young woman struck down by illness or fatally injured in an accident. What the certificate revealed was much more shocking.

Alice Mary Brodie had died in the Leicestershire and Rutland Lunatic Asylum, as a result of epilepsy.  I tried to comprehend what this meant. In Victorian England, epilepsy was associated with mental and moral weakness, sometimes even demon possession. Patients were locked away by a society who thought it was contagious and by families concerned to protect their reputations. Alice had died in the Asylum, but how long had she been there and was she committed because of her epilepsy or was there more to it?

The Alice I knew to that point was a well-loved daughter and sister. She was born in Mhow, India in 1868, fourth-born child of William John Brodie and Mary Oldfield Wise Brodie, and named for her sister, who had died of convulsions aged 15 months, less than a year before.   The safe arrival of this new, apparently healthy, daughter must have brought relief and comfort to her parents and excitement to her older siblings, Bessie, aged seven, and John, aged five.  The year had started well for the family with William being promoted through the ranks to QuarterMaster Sergeant, responsible for supplies and stores of the Regiment. Such a responsible position would have led to improved living conditions for the family, as well as a “behind the lines” situation. Having been in battle 10 years earlier in the Indian Rebellion, this must have been a welcome development for both William and his wife.

Alice (centre) with Bessie (l.) and John Buchan (r.)

But their time in India was drawing to a close. In 1870, William’s regiment, the 95th Foot, returned to England and the 1871 census shows the family living in the new army barracks in Alverstoke in Hampshire. An engaging photograph of the children around this time shows toddler Alice, wearing a tartan sash and leaning against her older sister, with her brother,  in full Scottish dress, on her other side.  The Brodies were always mindful of their Scottish heritage!

In December 1873, William transferred out of the 95th Foot to the Leicestershire Militia and the family moved to Leicester, where their younger son, and last child, Harry, was born around 1876.  It seems that the family were comfortably off at that time, certainly with enough disposable income to have regular family portraits taken. The resulting pictures are poignant and charming:  we have Alice, aged about five, with her mother and what appears to be her dog; Alice a few years later, as a young girl, looking very smart in her first solo portrait and a couple of Alice in her late teens, with a solemn, distant expression, typical of photography at a time when exposures were long and sitters had to stay very still.

Alice as a young girl

A hint of possible ill health comes in a letter from her mother to her aunt, dated 1880, in which Mary reports that “dear Alice is in much better health”, suggesting that she had had not always been so. But otherwise the family appear from all evidence to be happy and relatively successful, with no shadows of what was to come.

In 1885, life changed completely for Alice and her family. Apparently without warning or explanation, Alice’s father abandoned his family and left the country to go to America. We can only speculate on the reasons why he left as he did.  Family lore suggests that he may have had a drink problem and that he had always been an unreliable scoundrel. But this seems to be largely based on the report of his younger son, understandably angry at being abandoned by his father at the age of  10, and is hard to reconcile with what we know of him prior to his leaving.

William spent 21 years in the army and, although he was disciplined on two occasions for minor (drink-related?) offences, he also received five good conduct awards and was eventually promoted to one of the highest non-commissioned officer positions in the regiment. After retiring from the army, he became book-keeper to the cutlery manufacturer Tomlin and Sons and, on leaving after only three years service, he was given an ornate silver-plated platter, which I still have, engraved to him as “a mark of esteem and respect”.

Salver presented to William Brodie by Tomlin and Sons
Salver presented to William Brodie by Tomlin and Sons

He went on to manage the Leicestershire Institute for the Blind shop and workshops in Granby Street. This was a live-in post so it is possible that, by this point, he was already estranged from his family. When he left there, in 1885, possibly just weeks before leaving the country, his colleagues presented him with a leather album “… for his great kindness and urbanity to all during his three years’ residence as manager…” While these could be simply social convention, letters from both himself and his wife to his sister over a 20-year period suggest an affectionate relationship between the three of them and a happy family life. It is this that makes his unexplained departure even more shocking.

I often wonder whether Alice’s illness was a contributing factor to his leaving.  Later medical records suggest that she was already suffering from epilepsy around this time. Attitudes to epilepsy and the impact of the condition on Alice herself, with the very limited treatment available, may have been more than he could cope with. It does seem that in later life he suffered from “melancholia” (a contributing cause to his death 15 years later) so it is possible that his own mental health made it harder for him to accept Alice’s illness.

Whatever the reason, William left his wife, and four children, when Alice was just 17 and Harry still a boy. The impact of this both emotionally and financially must have been enormous. It seems to have sent shock waves through the family, with William’s sister changing her will shortly afterwards to provide for Mary and her children. The only income the family would have had at this time would have been that earned by John and Bessie who were both teachers, but both were young adults who were planning their own independent lives.

In 1888, Bessie, the eldest daughter, married Harry Carver, a clerk at the time but with political ambitions, who later became Mayor of Leicester. My great-grandfather John had already moved from Leicester to become Headmaster of a school in Weston-Super-Mare. In the summer of 1889 he returned briefly to marry his Leicestershire bride, with their first son born in January 1890.

The 1891 Census shows Bessie, her husband and baby girl living three doors away from her mother, sister and younger brother.   John is visiting his mother’s family (his own family are still in Weston-super-Mare). Neither Mary or Alice is working, so the only breadwinner in the household is 15 year-old Harry, working as a warehouseman. The household also includes a nurse, possibly helping to care for Alice, but more likely for her mother.  When we consider the census alongside the gravestone, the reason for John’s visit home becomes clear. His mother Mary was ill and died less than two weeks after the census was taken, leaving Alice and 15-year-old Harry alone.

The loss of her mother must have been a huge blow to 22-year-old Alice.  It was Mary who had cared for her through the seizures and the resulting injuries; Mary who had protected her from the condemning eye of a society that did not understand her condition;  Mary who had kept her at home and out of institutions. Mary had been her mother, protector and carer and, without her, Alice was lost. Her asylum admission records suggest that her mental illness started at this point: depression brought on by grief, expressed through angry outbursts. Today we would recognise this as completely natural and offer support and counselling. Sadly in Victorian England it was seen as the beginning of mania and lunacy.

Neither of her older siblings offered her a home. Both were relatively newly married with small children so perhaps the prospect of caring for their increasingly ill, and possibly violent, sister was too much to contemplate. Her younger brother was not much more than a boy himself and soon left Leicester to make his own life in the army. Alice was “farmed out”:  boarded on farms with strangers paid to take care of her, “care” that is likely to have included physical restraint and containment.

It seems that this was the final straw for Alice.  Not only was she dealing with her grief at losing her mother and carer, but she was suddenly cast alone in a world that must’ve been frightening and confusing, particularly when she was dealing with recurrent seizures and their aftermath. We don’t know anything about the people with whom she stayed, but she was finally committed to the asylum in 1893 after “threatening those she lived with with a knife”, believing them to be threatening to harm her. Whether this was entirely the delusions of a young woman suffering a breakdown, as the doctors at the asylum concluded, or whether she had indeed been mistreated in some way and was responding out of fear and confusion, we will never know. We do know she arrived at the asylum with bruises on her arms, knees and thighs, and with a black eye, injuries that could have been sustained during seizures or as a result of assault.

Leicestershire and Rutland Lunatic Asylum (now the Fielding Johnson building, University of Leicester). Photo: University of Leicester.

By the time she was admitted she was extremely distressed and hysterical. Her admission and the events that led up to it would’ve been terrifying.  The Lunacy Acts of 1890 and 1891 required that a person could only be committed to an asylum by a medical practitioner after 6 days of “care and control”. This is consistent with her admission record, where her “mania” was said to have lasted for a week. During this time she was “tied to a chair”. After a week she was taken by cab to the asylum and forcibly dragged out of the cab and into the building. In the asylum she was confused and frustrated. She could not remember events clearly and she reported people insulting her and trying to harm her, including men trying to molest her.  It is unlikely that these things were happening in the asylum, but it is certainly possible that she had had some or all of these experiences before and was projecting them into what must have become, for her, a nightmare present.

The last photo of Alice before she went into the asylum
The last photo of Alice before she went into the asylum

Her case notes from 14 years in the asylum survive. The early entries depict a young woman suffering from severe seizures with increasing frequency, damaged mentally and intellectually by repeated fits, struggling to manage her anger and frustration, but still aware of the struggle. She spends these early days walking outside, doing needlework or - on bad days - in bed. She is often tearful and distressed. One entry describes how she tries to throw herself in the fountain; another how she fights physically with other patients. She injures herself frequently in her seizures, hitting her head and biting her lip, the latter so badly that later she had to have a large section of her lower lip removed, adding facial disfigurement and, presumably, difficulty with eating and drinking to her other problems.

The Leicestershire and Rutland Asylum was significantly overcrowded by 1893. Plans were in place for a new, larger building but it was not ready for occupancy until 1908. In the Leicestershire asylum she would have shared a ward with at least 30 other women, quite possibly other epileptics and patients with suicide risk - all those considered in danger of injuring themselves were kept together where they could be watched. She would have had no privacy and little freedom of choice. The wards were designed as rooms off a central corridor, which also served as a day area. There was an outside exercise court, a library and a chapel. Patients were encouraged to work, in the laundry or the kitchen, or on the farm, though there is no evidence that Alice did so, possibly because of the risks from her repeated seizures.

Her epilepsy was treated with Bromide and Borax, the treatment of choice at that time, but both are toxic substances. Bromide has since been linked to side effects such as lethargy, reduced mental function and even psychosis. Combined with the damage to her brain caused by continuous and severe seizures, it is hardly surprising that her mental condition deteriorated. Later entries are depressing in their repetitiveness. She is described as irritable and awkward, slow to respond, unoccupied and fitting with every increasing frequency, until her seizures are happening nearly every day. The tone of these reports are very unsympathetic: no recognition of her illness, the impact of the drugs she was taking or the traumas she had experienced. She was simply viewed as an awkward and lazy inmate.

Alice and Mary
Alice with her mother Mary in happier times

The records for her final years in the asylum are missing, perhaps mercifully. In 1908 she would have moved from the buildings she had grown accustomed to, to the newly built asylum. I can imagine that this too added to her confusion, moved from an environment that she knew, to having to get used to a new ward and possibly new companions.

Alice died of the effect of epilepsy in February 1912, after 19 years in the asylum. We have no record of her having visitors over this period but her sister Bessie is given as her next of kin, and I like to believe that her older sister visited her on occasion; possibly her brothers too, when they returned to Leicester.

What we do know is that in death they took care of their sister. Alice finally left the asylum and was laid to rest in the family plot beside the mother who had looked after her and whose loss had had such a devastating impact on her life.

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Feb 11 13 8:33 PM

Janet, Your story is great. It held my interest from the very beginning and is well written. Poor Alice. Life in those times wasn't nice and those with disabilities were put away, often to be forgotten by the family. I hope that her siblings did visit. The photos are great... I have very many of similar photos in my collection from my grandmother. Unfortunately most weren't identified. Glad that yours were! Keep up the good work.

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Feb 13 13 10:47 AM


I have been ill the last few days and unable to participate.  I wanted to upload an article i wrote several years ago when my autoimmune illness ended my career in newspaper.  It is called Bent but not Broken.  i published it in the Scleroderma Federation Magazine as a support to those who suffer with autoimmune diseases.  Would like to upload here and see what you all thought of it it.  it is two pages.  Let me know what you all think.   Hopefully I will be able to get back to my writing.  I am so discouraged when my illness hits in the middle of a writing streak.


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Feb 13 13 11:07 AM

don't know what happened to the post i was just writing you.  If you get two please forgive me.  i thank you for your comments.  I suggest a great read for you.  A book by a man named Ball called "Slaves in the Family".  His family transported slaves from Africa to america as early as 1600s.  Owned several plantations and he speaks of an Angola Mary.  His is a true story and he has meticulous records. Will give you a good perspective on the slaves in America.   I am currently reading a historical fiction novel by Lisa Alther called washed in the Blood.  It was researched for years before she wrote.  She is from my neck of the woods and it will give you a good insight into the mixed race that later became known as melungeons.  I've been ill and unable to write but am feeling some better today so hope to get  back to it.  Thanks again for your comments.  They mean sooo much.



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Feb 13 13 11:23 AM

 I truly enjoyed your story of Mary.  It is so sad to see how people were treated when they suffered something that was not curable at the time.  Your story made her come alive and held us to the very end.  Great writing.  Thanks for sharing.


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Feb 13 13 2:01 PM

Janet, I love your description of Alice. Its a poignant story and well written. My only comment is that I am a bit unclear as to whether you knew about/how much you new about Alice before finding the grave. But maybe that's just me, and maybe it doesn't matter. 

Lovely use of the photographs. Would it be worth scanning in a page of the asylum records as they would really bring it home?

Janet (the other one!)
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Feb 13 13 2:06 PM

Louise, sorry you have been ill and hope you are better soon. You should definitely keep writing based on that article. If you were in the UK I'd recommend your submitting it to one of the medical journals here as a patient's journey to help doctors understand the condition. I don't know what the US equivalent is, but your doctor might.

Could this be a thread in your family history, based on interactions with healthcare over the generations? Just a thought.

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Feb 13 13 4:01 PM

Thanks everyone for your feedback - it is very much appreciated. 

Janet, I love your description of Alice. Its a poignant story and well written. My only comment is that I am a bit unclear as to whether you knew about/how much you new about Alice before finding the grave. But maybe that's just me, and maybe it doesn't matter. Lovely use of the photographs. Would it be worth scanning in a page of the asylum records as they would really bring it home?Janet (the other one!)Springhill History


Hi Janet - just to respond to your specific points. I knew about Alice's life up to the 1891 census before I found the grave - so I did know about her father leaving and so on. But I had no idea about the asylum until I ordered the death certificate. After that I tracked down the asylum records - they are fabulously detailed - there is even a book about that particular asylum! I could make that clearer when I get to those records. 

I thought about putting a photo of the case notes - I have them all photographed - but was not sure about the copyright position. I believe I would need permission from the record office as they only allow the photography for personal research purposes - and this would be a form of publishing I think. A shame as they are very interesting.

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Feb 14 13 7:21 AM

What a wonderful and moving story about Alice. I was impressed with the immense amount of detail and information you have about her time in the asylum. Like the 'other Janet' I was too a little confused as to when in your research you found the tombstone. I think the moment you discovered the tombstone or learning she was in an asylum would be great jumping off point for your story and then let the narrative flow from there. Put me in that moment! I think your story can be shaped in either a memoir/detective story or as as creative nonfiction piece. You have so much knowledge and detail there is plenty here to expand on. Have you read the book Annie's Ghost: A Journey Into a Family Secret by Steve Luxenburg. You might find it helpful, a similar story and great family history memoir. 

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Feb 14 13 8:08 AM

Thanks Lynn. That's very helpful. I think I could resolve that confusion by adding a paragraph after Alice's mother's death to take us back to finding the grave and what followed (the discovery of the circumstances of her death and finding the case notes and information about the asylum). Then the section that I knew before (up to 1891) would be introduced by "The Alice I knew to this point..." and the uncovering of the asylum details would be introduced by a return to the opening discovery of the grave. Think that could work. 

I must get hold of that book - I have a couple of these detective stories (am working on the next one now) and could do with some good examples. Thanks for the pointer. 

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Feb 14 13 8:54 AM

Janet, you are a talented writer.  Your story of Aunt Alice shows amazing researching and compassion.  You brought her to life, even if it was a tragic life.  Your writing style smoothly combines historic information with supposition regarding the feelings of the characters.  Really great story.  Congrats.

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