I spend most of my time at the moment doing historical research, most of it is for my daughter who teaches history and I like tracing my family tree.
I was looking on friends reunited and looking up my classmates from primary school. There was a surprising lack of entries. My school had been in a poor part of Manchester not far from the dye works, the rubber works, the chemical works, probably not the healthiest place to be! I had a photo of my class which I put on the web site. One face stood out, a young boy with an unusual name who said he wanted to marry me when he grew up. I remembered how special it had made me feel when he used to give me small gifts as a child, he used to give me the ring out of his lucky bags! I was the paint monitor at school and always gave him the best paints to paint with. I was so happy, I was given a level of attention I had up to that point never had before in my life.
Feeling nostalgic I looked on "find my past" to see if he had got married, but there was no entry, all the records from 1984 are on the computer and free to access to a point. I was upset to see that he had died at just 30 years of age. I guess it was him as his name was so unusual. It made me quite sad, perhaps it would have been better not too have looked.
By a strange coincidence it looked like one of his ancestors had married one of mine in the 1800's, so maybe there had been a genetic attraction. I think he may have been a third cousin.