In 2006 when Jenny and I were touring Ireland, Scotland and England, we made a special attempt to get over to the northwestern part of England to see the town of Bracewell, (maybe I should have said village) since it carried the original spelling of my name. I also thought that maybe this was where my roots lie, but the more I read the more I'm convinced that this is a different branch of the Bracewell Family (spelled Braswell today by my family and has been since the 1800 census). But still it was really an educational trip.
We rented a car and driver to take us from York to Bracewell, about a two to two and half hour trip. We saw some beautiful scenery and a lovely village. The village today has about five or six houses. While we were out walking around the church, trying to figure out how to get into it, we met the Major of Barnoldswick, or as she is called, Chairman of Barnoldswick Town Council. Since the Village of Bracewell is within her town, she not only got us the key to the church but took us on a special tour of the area. It was such a nice gesture on her part. As my Sister would have said, while touring in Ireland with us, "another angel helping us". It seemed every time we needed help, some "Angel" would be there.
St. Michael Church in Bracewell.
Inside the Church.
I wish I could have gotten the sign for a momemto!
Long life for both Braswells and Bracewell. God bless.
ReplyDeleteVery cool Uncle Bobby!! Interesting story & love the pictures.
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