21.33 A busy weekend, but time enough to play with the Little Horse. Toyah is now back in Glasgow & I am back surrounded by boxes.
This morning I packed the family photos taken by my Father, including the debut photo session of your diarist. This was taken by Jimmy James of The Royal Studios, Wimborne, not long after I was born.
In his retirement my Father traced our family genealogy. The first mention of a Fripp in Dorset is 1590, at Edmondsham. This is one mile south of Cranborne. Four miles south of Edmondsham is Hinton Martell where Father found a Fripp wedding in 1652. One mile west of Hinton Martell (pronounced Martle, with the accent on the first syllable) my Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather Robert died in 1752 (or 1754). This afternoon I packed Father's home movies, begun in 1939, and family slides (through to 1963).
While packing up my library, the many volumes on Dorset & its history have brought me back into resonance with my home county. One of Dorset's 2 monthly magazines, which I read today between packing, features a walk from our soon & about-to-be-becoming home village.
This sense of ongoingness, connectedness with my family long & near, is a foundation I need in our strange & rapidly shifting world. I'm very excited about our nearing move to Deeper Dorset & returning to my roots. We don't choose where we are born (in the normal way of understanding that anyway). But this is a choice: to knowingly return to my part of Mother Earth.
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