It is a storyteller's tale told by Harry Hinchcliffe, my great grandfather, on a stormy October afternoon in 1913. Harry joins his friend George, the barkeeper of the Tudor Bar, in the George Hotel, Huddersfield, England, to while away several hours while waiting for his son to arrive on a train from Liverpool. A weather bound salesman joins the two men and in the course of conversation asks Harry where his ancestors were from and where his surname originated. The ensuing saga spans 2800years from the steppes of Southern Russia to the valleys of Yorkshire and ultimately into Harry's own era....
It is a storyteller's tale told by Harry Hinchcliffe, my great grandfather, on a stormy October afternoon in 1913. Harry joins his friend George, the ...
It is a storyteller's tale told by Harry Hinchcliffe, my great grandfather, on a stormy October afternoon in 1913. Harry joins his friend George, the barkeeper of the Tudor Bar, in the George Hotel, Huddersfield, England, to while away several hours while waiting for his son to arrive on a train from Liverpool. A weather bound salesman joins the two men and in the course of conversation asks Harry where his ancestors were from and where his surname originated. The ensuing saga spans 2800years from the steppes of Southern Russia to the valleys of Yorkshire and ultimately into Harry's own era....
It is a storyteller's tale told by Harry Hinchcliffe, my great grandfather, on a stormy October afternoon in 1913. Harry joins his friend George, the ...
