How and why did I call it cicadasbeesandbargepoles.com?
The name materialized in the heat of an Aussie Summer day.
Whilst day dreaming, just watching a bee hovering over a parched white rose, a chorus of cicadas erupted.
How quintessentially Australian, I thought. I wonder what my Anglo-celtic forebears would have thought of this strange land; its foreign sounds and its harshness?
So, Australia became Cicadas.
See blog post: Sights and Sounds of Australia Part 1
In 2014, I travelled to Ireland.
I had many wonderful encounters in the search for my Celtic roots.
An altercation with a bumble bee at the entrance of some woods which led to a Saint became symbolic of mystical Ireland and the superstitions that are alive and well today.
So, Ireland became Bees.
See blog post: A bee, a Saint and some Irish woods
Luckily not all of my roots are Irish; about 25% are English.
I say this because the English records are so good and make research delightful.
I have been able to focus on a branch of the family tree which consists of generations of lightermen (those who transferred cargo from ship to shore on barges) and cornmeters (those who ensured the scales at the grain markets were correct) who worked on and around the Thames in London.
Namely, LEE and WILLIAMS
So, England became Barge Poles.
