One of my great-great Grandfathers - James Manning - ended his days in an asylum in the countryside outside Liverpool suffering from "mania". It was enlightened place for its time, but it was also pretty expensive.
One For James
One of my great-great-great-great-great grandfathers was born between the Jacobite rising of 1715 and the rising of 1745. He was named James after his grandfather - the tradition of the time. His brother was named George. Maybe their father didn't think it mattered much who was king
Wester Bogie is a farm on the Eastern outskirts of Kirkcaldy. At the end of their lilves my great-great-great grandfather, Andrew Morton, and his wife lived out the ends of their long lives. Those lives spanned the most transformative years in history