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Sitting on the dock of the bay
Sitting on the dock of the bay












sitting on the dock of the bay
  1. SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY PLUS
  2. SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY SERIES

His father’s occupation was a Rigger and the family home was in Poplar in London.

sitting on the dock of the bay

Henry was born on 17th January 1863, the youngest of nine children born to Richard and Matilda Barnes (nee Stone), at the time Richard Barnes was aged 40 and Matilda Barnes 39. It was against this backdrop that Henry Barnes grew up, worked and raised a family and managed to survive and live to a ripe old age.

SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY PLUS

If you mention the term ‘East End’ to anyone, it immediately conjures up images of the infamous unsolved brutal murders of Jack the Ripper, plus the equally heinous crimes of the Kray Twins. Over the course of just one hundred years, the term ‘the East End’ became synonymous with poverty, overcrowding, disease and crime. A man that worked hard all his life to provide for his family at a time long before there was a welfare state. For as long as it has existed, the East End has been regarded as the ‘tough’ end of London, a place of extreme overcrowding and poverty, where only the strongest survived. This is the tale of a honest and hardworking man, who lived and worked in one of the toughest areas of London and worked in one of the harshest industries at the time, the London Docks. That coupled with the fact that access to records has been limited to online only, due to the pandemic, makes Henry’s story a little bit harder to tell, but just as absorbing and interesting. With a name like Henry Barnes, living in London, will give you an indication that this ancestor was a little harder to trace than some of my others. By the very nature of the fact that these are the last few of my 2 x Great-Grandparents stories, will tell you that these have been by far the hardest to complete.

SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY SERIES

This is the 13th in my series of blogs documenting the lives and more importantly, telling the stories of my 2 x Great-Grandparents.














Sitting on the dock of the bay