My name is Deb and I am a family history addict. There. I have said it now. A private hobby is now in the public domain....
I have apparently been interested in genealogy for even longer than I can remember. I know this because when moving house a couple of years ago, I discovered two family trees which I had drawn as a child! Clearly I had some idea of research methods as I appear to have interviewed my paternal grandmother at some point in the process. And I know this because the tree contained her mother's maiden name - a name which my father swore blind he could not remember....
Anyway, over the course of the last few years, family tree building has become a real passion. My rare free time is happiest spent poring over online services, visiting libraries and even (most indulgent of all) some child free time away to visit the British Library and National Archives.
As a child, I was aware that my father’s family were from India. I could obviously tell that some of them were relatively dark skinned. I knew that my brother and I tanned easily. I was used to curry being served as Sunday lunch occasionally and I could tell that my grandparents and their siblings’ voices all had a particular sound to them.
However, I never questioned the family set up at all. They liked Indian food, yes, they looked slightly
Asian but they were all Methodists. As I got older, I became aware that they all could be quite racist
themselves. They dressed in European
clothes (in fact my grandmother was always immaculately turned out). Their time in India was rarely referred to
and if it was, it was in a kind of “when we were abroad” fashion. They were all hugely patriotic and the
Queen’s Speech at Christmas was a sacred time of silence if my grandparents
were with us.
It was only as I got older that I began to look for
answers. This was when I first heard the
term “Anglo-Indian”. I suspect it was my
mother who explained. She herself was
born and bred in England but I cannot believe that my father would have
volunteered any information so I presume it was my mother who first explained.
I seem to remember the Anglo-Indians being explained as “not
Indian and not British”. I was told how
various white folks had married (or so I presumed in my innocence!) Indians and
had produced mixed race children. The
mixed race offspring had then begun to marry each other because neither the
whites nor the Indians had wanted to marry them. A child’s eye view of the Anglo-Indian
situation clearly but as good a starting point as any.
The thing that began increasingly to interest me was the
idea of when exactly the fully white people appeared on my family tree. My father is quite dark skinned as was his
father. However, his mother was
relatively fair skinned. Apart from our
tanning capacity, my brother and I looked very much like our cousins on our
mother’s side – very blonde and blue eyed as toddlers. And then there was my father’s cousin’s
children – two dark and one like my brother and I, colouring-wise. So how far back would I have to go to find
this original “coupling” (to paraphrase Gwyneth Paltrow)?
My brother has asked how long our tree is going to take me to finish. My answer? "How long is a piece of string?"....
