Hi world!
This is my first blog. Its aim is to attract traffic and conversation relating to the Budd Family, in whom I have an interest and have done lots of research.
See my website: http://thehennesseys.co.uk/BuddFamilyTree/Welcome.html
There are a number of conundrums I need to solve, and I’ll post them here over time…
I’m wondering if William BUDD had a brother called Thomas. A Thomas BUDD was witness to the marriage of William Hayward BUDD (1778-1865) (a minor who married with consent of his father William) on 13 May 1798 at St Andrews Holborn to Mary PACKER. The signature of Thomas BUDD does not match that of Thomas Hayward BUDD. The other witness was a Rebecca GUNNERY or GURNEY
A Thomas BUDD was a farmer from Weston Turville north of Great Missenden – could this person be WIlliam’s brother?
Margaret,
Very interesting. Im going to look into this further…you could be on to something…
Really appreciate the post and suggested link.
Will post updates here as and when.
Interesting that there are records (UTAH only on-line, alas) of common parents to a Thomas and William Budd (William and Elianor) – Quainton, Bucks
Thank you for the information on the Budd family, my husband is a 3rd great grandson of Edward Hayward br 1786. Information from ‘Sportascrapiana’ published in 1866 There is a great description of his father William & how he came to marry Ann Hayward.
“MR BUDD’S PARENTS DESCRIBED
In accounting for the name Hayward, we have heard Mr Budd remark, “My mother’s maiden name was Hayward. Her father was a Rector of Uley in Gloucestershire. I have heard her say that my father was the handsomest man she ever saw, when, after a runaway pg 2 match, they married. I can make allowance for a fond wife’s opinion of her husband’s personal appearance, who, I may at all events say, was a fine specimen of Saxon blood – a powerful athletic man, of liberal and gentlemanly character . The result of their marriage was sixteen children, eleven of whom lived to be about forty. My brother, Captain Hopewell Budd, whom you know so well, is in his eighty-seventh year; my brother William lived to be eighty-eight; my sister, Mrs Angell, eighty-four; and my brother Captain Henry, was seventy nine; and now, as I am in my eighty-second year; it seems to me there’s some toughest stuff in us. When my brother Henry commanded the “Atalanta” cutter, I saw him jump the iron cheveaux-de-frise at Greenwich Hospital; he was near five foot nine and the frightful pointed iron spikes were up to his chin. I have seen him walk under a line, and then jump over it.”
cheers. Julie McKenzie
It’s a brilliant account and puts us within touching distance of this amazing family!