I have a promising lead on what my full name might have been in my previous life.
Remember that my father’s name was William in that life.
I have found a record of a John William Harris born in 1877 in Yeovil. I won’t be able to view the details of the record for another little while as I’m a bit short of cash at the moment and it’s a pay site, but I have a strong feeling that this is the record I’m looking for.
This is exciting. I’m finding that once I can devote some money to research, there’s still plenty to be found. I’m irritated that these sites charge so much for their services, but at least it’s out there.
Also, I have decided that maybe it’s time to try to find living relatives. I’ve been avoiding it because I don’t know how to breach the subject, but I’m tired of not knowing if I had a wife or son, or if I have any descendants or great-great-nephews or nieces still alive somewhere who might know something about me, even if they probably barely know about me.
If I had a child, they couldn’t have been born after 1915. I wouldn’t bet on them being alive but if they are, they won’t be for much longer simply because so few people live more than 90 years. And maybe I have a grandchild too, who grew up with stories about their grandfather who died in the war before their mother or father were old enough to remember them.
I know it doesn’t mean much after so many years, but I want to see family. I just hope, if I find them, that they want to see me. I don’t want anything except to know that you’re out there and you’re okay.