I was speaking with my mum about family and history and blah blah blah when suddenly the conversation got rather interesting...

Now please bear in mind, my grandfather came back from the war a paedophile.

After his return from Burma in World War II, my Grandfather took up a job in Wythenshawe as a cabinet sprayer for Ferranti, a defence contractor involved in manufacture of early computers and rocket guidance systems.
The greatest news he ever arrived home with, was a personal invitation from his boss, Basil De Ferranti, to travel to Woomera in Southern Australia for 3 months, on Company expenses with all wages paid direct to his wife in the UK. He was to go and watch the launch of a rocket the company helped design the electro-mechanical inertial navigation systems for, Ariane 4.
His wife said No and that was the end of that discussion.

Over the next few years, Christmas was a time of affluence and abundance. The gifts below the tree were more than could be afforded by a simple paint spryer, as were the luxurious hampers of food and drink which were dutifully carried into the council house by men, suited and booted and looking Very out of place.
Basil De Ferranti was a regular visitor to the house, as was Jack Lord and a few of the "management" from work.

Several years down the line, my mum was given an interview for a secretarial job at Ferranti, which she attended to tell the Company she had no wish to be under her father's constant watch. My uncle successfully completed his apprenticeship at Ferranti and went on to become a very successful salesman/civil engineer within Defence and Security.

When my Granddad died in 1984, Basil De Ferranti flew into Wythenshawe in his private helicopter, along with his right hand man Jack Lord and several other imposing gentlemen, some of whom my Mother recognised from her childhood as regular visitors to her home she shared with her father, brother and step-mother.
They all stood across the grave from the family in their black hats and long black jackets, paid their respects and left.

Not long afterwards, Edith, my Grandfather's wife was given a lump sum of money and told it was the Company Life Insurance payout from the time my ganddad had worked for them.
She then set about selling off the family estate in Mount Pleasant, Merthyr Tydfil.

The first question this family history raises is - wtf would Basil De Ferranti be doing flying in to a paint sprayers funeral.
That's before you get to the fact they were living in a council house in Manchester when there was (by all accounts) a mansion in Wales, with its own grounds which had been passed down following my great grandmothers death in or around 1969.
Her funeral too, was attended by imposing gentlemen in black hats and long flowing coats. Men of power, money, stature. Quite an honour call for an unmarried concert pianist whose career was untimely ended by a bastard child.
Then comes the question of - well why would they offer to fly this paint sprayer half way around the world, paid, for 3 months.
The answer shocked me, I must admit.
My Grandfather, Edward Heighway (commonly known to friends as Ted) was a Freemason.

So many seemingly small details are so out of place, it strikes me as odd to say the least and I would appreciate any help anyone can offer in the pursuit of tracing my family skeletons.

I can't help with the info I'm afraid but just a warning that if this post is seen by DIF admins then they will ban you from DIF as you've used the same nick on here as on DIF.

kazg wrote:

home.ancestry.com/

That would be a better place to start than a small internet forum.



I did keep it in mind but failed to see what relevance it had to your post?


And there's a welcome thread where you can say hello if you so wish... welcome anyhow

I thought I had seen this post before:


www.davidicke.com/forum/showthread.php?t=265422

There's more info on that thread

Hello everyone... kaz is a much valued poster on the csa threads on the DIF.
Welcome, kaz.

Nice to meet you, Kaz.

I'll come back and read your post later,

Cheers guys.
As some of you know, I stopped using DIF after a very nasty attack by real jimmy jones on my own facebook wall.
He managed to subvert my security settings and used a mutual friend to gain access to a post and he and his wife spent several hours being extremely abusive towards myself.
As you all are aware, following the abuse I suffered in care, this type of behaviour towards myself or my friends will not be tolerated.
I informed DIf months ago that I would not be returning due to the forum openly displaying support for the aforementioned member, so I do not foresee my membership here being an issue to be fair. (VERY polite way of saying "they can go fk 'emselves". lol)


As for the info regarding my query, it was all info already available to myself.... please bear in mind, my family were connected across several generations to Ferranti Ltd on a suspiciously elevated level. It is background info I am after on the De Ferranti family. Ty for the ancestry suggestion but that is written by the same people that write the hi-Story books. The ones that hide the truth. I'll stick with the researchers, ty.


The blog is still going and any contributions people wish to make to it can be sent to my email (avail on the blog). All submitted entries will be credited to the author. Please enclose all cite links so I can verify the content prior to publication.
brynalynvictims.blogspot.co.uk/

Well its good to see you're not worried about DIF.
I make a point of trying to make all newcomers aware of what can happen as its only fair so to speak.
Obviously the DIF mods are insane and IMHO the place is used by some extremist right wing fruitcakes (protected by mods deliberately to gain 'traffic') but I know some newcomers want to use both forums and avoid being banned and they're within their rights to do so if they wish imho. We'd much rather people came here of their own choice after seeing DIF for what it is and not being forced here as a result of sean and i_am's paranoid banning

Aplogies to kaz for being a bit stand off'ish... which I didn't notice until it was kindly pointed out to me


*sneaks out of thread when no one's looking*

Rather than reply on a post that begins I have arrived, you may kiss my ring.... I think I'll continue my intro here, to be fair...

All info about Bryn Alyn Community and the Pallial investigation can be found on my blog, along with info on Operation Screen. The investigation in Calderdale in 2000/2001 which the CPS still refuses to reopen.
The blog contains info on global paedophile networks including an ongoing, up to date list of currently active paedo networks and a working database of all documented paedophiles in a position of power and influence around the world including various royal households and Diplomats.
These cover both homes in which I suffered abuse of one form or another.
I am a manic depressive schizophrenic agoraphobic speed freak who loves her medication and vodka, and doesn't see the point in trying to hide that. lol
I became pregnant whilst in the care of Bryn Alyn Community in Wrexham in 1991. I never spoke to the Waterhouse inquiry because I was never told it was happening. I was moved out of Wrexham 2 weeks after the investigations first started in 1991.
I hold secrets Waterhouse failed to record but was aware of.
JA was the monkey, not the organ grinder.

I was first sectioned when I was 14, at my own request. When they wanted to Keep me, I signed myself out again. All I needed was confirmation I was nuts, not a full diagnosis tyVm.
I currently live in Huddersfield with my cat, Monster.

Oh, kiss your ring is it? A right charmer....

jhado wrote:

Fuck me, I must be losing it or summit as I never even saw that

Under the welcome thread, the first post is...Ab Origine wrote:
I bow to nobody. lol. and hardly a savoury opener on a Welcome thread

kazg wrote:

You would have to know abs to understand why it's the most perfect of opening posts on a welcome thread.

To clarify, Abs ring ain't papal!

oioioi wrote: You may make payments via paypal for his other services though.
(allegedly m'lud. I read it on a SZ cubicle wall)