This is my paternal grandfather’s family in all its glory. It is brought to life by the many photographs we have from the 19th century, including some that have only been identifiable through my work on the family tree. From the family’s origins in Kent, most of them did not venture very far and remained in the Kent and Sussex area.
The origins of my family in the weald of Kent, including that intriguing gravestone.
The Bromleys were not just peasant farmers – they once owned land and left money in their wills to their children.
The gravestone brought to life in a mixture of tragedy and adventure.
This is where great aunt Emily began her story, although she didn’t get all of it right.
The first of the railway Bromleys, documented in some wonderful photographs.
A side branch of the family who kept in touch with great aunt Emily, but did he actually marry his second wife?
Part of the family who seem to have been forgotten, but now we have a face to put to the name.
My great grandfather and his West Country wife, and the strange story of the incident at Stoats Nest.
The draper from Dorking who great aunt Emily barely mentions, but there are plenty of photographs.
Another station master but without any living descendants, which is such a shame.
My grandfather and his brothers and sisters, all with lives lived to the full.