Daglish - the development of a name

There has been little new Daglish news to write about recently. If you have any stories, photos or anything that might be of interest, please let me know.

Today I attended a meeting of the London branch of the Northumberland & Durham Family History Society. The speaker was Rosalind Moffitt and the subject "Surnames in the North East".

Rosalind studies the history of surnames, in particular those from North East England where her family comes from. After studying English at Durham University, Rosalind trained as a Speech and Language Therapist and spent time working with children. She began her talk by looking at how young children adapt words - and how this might be applied to ways in which surnames developed in an age of widespread illiteracy.

Names might be simplified by dropping syllables from the word or maybe just the last consonant or by using different vowels.

Looking at the entries in the Whickham parish register for marriages - in which Daglishes have appeared since the late 1500s - we can perhaps see some examples of this.

The earliest entry is for the name Daglis, maybe a case where the last consonant has been dropped. Will Daglis married Magdalene Thompson on 30 January 1596.

Under burials, there is an entry for 3 April 1613 which reads:

"A POORE child of Daglis, his wife, and the mother and two other children of Daglis. Buried."

The spelling of Daglis continued to be used until around 1615, after which various others are used - including Dagglish, Dagleish and Dagleese - until the name is shown as Daglesh, a change of vowel. This begins with the marriage of John Daglesh to Barbery Croser on 31 May 1669 and continues until around 1691.

After this date the spelling Daglish is consistently used.

This is how the name may have developed in one key Parish - this may also have been influenced by changes in the local vicar and how the name was written down. In other places the name may have developed differently.

The subject of how the name may have changed is of interest because of some recent developments with the Daglish DNA Study.

We now have matching DNA results with a person named DOUGLAS and with a person named DALGLIESH. Both of these people live in Scotland. Both of these names have been suggested in various reference books as the source of the name Daglish (though neither have been found to be linked through standard research of historical records).

It is perhaps possible to see how Douglas may link to the early records as Daglis, and also to imagine that the Scottish name Dalglish or Dalgliesh may have been simplified if it moved across the border into North East England. This is a subject for further research.

Rosalind Moffitt runs a service Nameswell Surname Research and also writes for Family Tree Magazine.

Daglish - the development of a name

There has been little new Daglish news to write about recently. If you have any stories, photos or anything that might be of interest, please let me know.

Today I attended a meeting of the London branch of the Northumberland & Durham Family History Society. The speaker was Rosalind Moffitt and the subject "Surnames in the North East".

Rosalind studies the history of surnames, in particular those from North East England where her family comes from. After studying English at Durham University, Rosalind trained as a Speech and Language Therapist and spent time working with children. She began her talk by looking at how young children adapt words - and how this might be applied to ways in which surnames developed in an age of widespread illiteracy.

Names might be simplified by dropping syllables from the word or maybe just the last consonant or by using different vowels.

Looking at the entries in the Whickham parish register for marriages - in which Daglishes have appeared since the late 1500s - we can perhaps see some examples of this.

The earliest entry is for the name Daglis, maybe a case where the last consonant has been dropped. Will Daglis married Magdalene Thompson on 30 January 1596.

Under burials, there is an entry for 3 April 1613 which reads:

"A POORE child of Daglis, his wife, and the mother and two other children of Daglis. Buried."

The spelling of Daglis continued to be used until around 1615, after which various others are used - including Dagglish, Dagleish and Dagleese - until the name is shown as Daglesh, a change of vowel. This begins with the marriage of John Daglesh to Barbery Croser on 31 May 1669 and continues until around 1691.

After this date the spelling Daglish is consistently used.

This is how the name may have developed in one key Parish - this may also have been influenced by changes in the local vicar and how the name was written down. In other places the name may have developed differently.

The subject of how the name may have changed is of interest because of some recent developments with the Daglish DNA Study.

We now have matching DNA results with a person named DOUGLAS and with a person named DALGLIESH. Both of these people live in Scotland. Both of these names have been suggested in various reference books as the source of the name Daglish (though neither have been found to be linked through standard research of historical records).

It is perhaps possible to see how Douglas may link to the early records as Daglis, and also to imagine that the Scottish name Dalglish or Dalgliesh may have been simplified if it moved across the border into North East England. This is a subject for further research.

Rosalind Moffitt runs a service Nameswell Surname Research and also writes for Family Tree Magazine.

Doesn't time fly...

OMG March already! Where is the year going? Ive been a busy bee lately making lots of yummy thing for my ebay shop and Im also going to take the plunge and get on Etsy in the next week!
I have spent FAR too much time on a favourite website of mine, MSE, where we have the most amazing "Shabby Chic" thread going from strength to strength, so no wonder my blogging has been some what neglected!!

Hello to all fellow MSE'ers!!!!!!!

x x x

I LOVE banners! So created this "DREAM" banner...isnt it soooo romantic?



Im also loving vintage china at the minute and I hate to see it not being used so I put it to another good use and filled it with vintage style bunnies and spring-y type things!



All items are for sale in my ebay store
Hugs xxx

Doesn't time fly...

OMG March already! Where is the year going? Ive been a busy bee lately making lots of yummy thing for my ebay shop and Im also going to take the plunge and get on Etsy in the next week!
I have spent FAR too much time on a favourite website of mine, MSE, where we have the most amazing "Shabby Chic" thread going from strength to strength, so no wonder my blogging has been some what neglected!!

Hello to all fellow MSE'ers!!!!!!!

x x x

I LOVE banners! So created this "DREAM" banner...isnt it soooo romantic?



Im also loving vintage china at the minute and I hate to see it not being used so I put it to another good use and filled it with vintage style bunnies and spring-y type things!



All items are for sale in my ebay store
Hugs xxx

MORAL VICTORY

Are we having difficulty keeping up with our prayer time? Do we sometimes get discouraged because most of the time we experience dryness in prayer devoid of all consolations? Do we forego prayer because of our work and other activities? On the other hand, despite all these obstacles do we persevere in our desire to please God by consistently keeping up with our appointment with the Lord? The story below is a very insightful one on the value of perseverance in prayer......

MORAL VICTORY [1]
By Fr. Nil Guillemette, S.J.

"Love never fails." - 1Cor 13:8

FROM HIS first day as a novice in a monastic order Brother Bruno experienced a complete failure in getting up before dawn for the first hour of the Divine Office. Of course, he had always known he was a heavy sleeper, but since he had grown up in a city and had never had to get up before daylight, he had hardly felt until then his absolute incapacity to wake up while it was still dark outside. It was only upon entering religious life that he discovered he was physically conditioned to wake up only at sunrise, not before.

Now such weakness was naturally a serious matter for a monk, perhaps even a sign of non-vocation. In fact, the Novice Master told him something to that effect, when he noticed that Brother Bruno had not made a single appearance at Matins during his first month at the abbey. Alarmed at the idea of being unfaithful to the clear requirement of the Rule - and therefore to the will of God expressed through the Rule - Bruno decided to remedy the situation by every possible means. For indeed, he had long ago decided to live his whole life for God, and he was determined that nothing would hold him back from serving God, not even a minor bad habit. And so he set about to find a way of waking up on time for the Office.

The first thing he did was to sleep with his cell door open. Thus he hoped he would be able to hear the bell for reveille. This meant creating quite an unpleasant draft, as well as making his cell bitterly cold. But he was ready to put up with these inconveniences, if it enabled him to hear the bell and get up on time. Unfortunately, it didn't work. And after a week of dismal failure he had to give up.

Then he convinced his cell neighbor, Brother Ludovicus, to come and shake him out of his sleep the moment he himself would wake up. The good friar did this quite faithfully for more than a month. But whatever his efforts, he was never able to wake up Brother Bruno, even after ten minutes of energetic shaking and shouting. In fact he himself ended up several times by being late for Matins because of Brother Bruno. And so, that scheme had to be abandoned.

Then the late sleeper took up drinking various concoctions of herbs which were guaranteed to make a person sleep more lightly. In fact, several members of the community, having learned of Brother Bruno's problem, volunteered numerous recipes to help him. But none worked.

At about that time Bruno's period of Novitiate had come to an end and the question of his admissibility to the temporary vows came up. Eventually, after much debate at the Chapter, he was allowed to pronounce his vows despite his unfortunate handicap; it was judged that his otherwise virtuous life and his obvious efforts to correct his weakness warranted that an exception be made in his case - provided he adopt more stringent methods to cure himself. He had the next three years to try.

During all of those three years Brother Bruno continued his campaign. One among the many means he had recourse to was skip the evening meal: he was hoping that his sleep would be lighter if he slept on an empty stomach. He also arranged for a kind friar to come up in his cell at reveille and throw a pail of icy water on him. But none of these various measures worked.

Naturally, with the passage of time Brother Bruno was more and more concerned over his poor performance. He who so wanted to please God in all things and was actually most exact and generous in all the other areas of his life - simply could not leave his bed on time in the morning! He was thus a chronic violator of the Rule, a poor monk perpetually acting against God's will. What would become of him? And so, with great anguish of soul, he tried even harder than before to find a way to cure his impediment.

By that time his period of temporary vows had expired and he had become eligible for perpetual vows. Naturally his case was thoroughly discussed in Chapter and there were many among the professed members of the community who took a very dim view of his constant absence from Matins. However, in the end they were voted down by a narrow margin and Brother Bruno was admitted to perpetual profession. But the abbot made it very clear to him that his behavior was still in need of correction and that God still required him to obey the Rule, at whatever cost to himself.

Brother Bruno was deeply grateful that he had been accepted permanently in the Order despite his failings. And so, he set about with a renewed vigor to solve his problem. Always with a view of pleasing God in all things, he went on exploring ever new methods for waking up in the morning. For the next twenty years or so, he pursued his quest for the trick that would achieve this. In fact, just at the time when he was working on a complicated device by which a big block of wood was to fall on his feet automatically at the sound of the bell - he died accidentally by tripping and hitting his head on a stone.

Now, upon his arrival at the Gate of Heaven, Brother Bruno was astonished to see Christ Himself coming toward him in awesome majesty and embracing him most cordially.

"Ah, welcome to Paradise, my beloved friend," Christ said to him with a warm smile.

"But - but -" Bruno sputtered, "are you not disappointed Lord that I failed so miserably in my efforts to get up for Matins?"

"Not at all, dear Bruno. You see, not every apparent failure to advance in outward perfection is necessarily a spiritual failure . In your case, given the kind of body you had received from me at birth, success to get up early was beyond your reach, and I never expected you to succeed. But then, when success is not possible, one cannot be said to have failed."

Then Christ took Bruno by the hand and gently guided him beyond the open Gates.

"You see my friend," Christ continued, "more important to me than your success or failure was your determination throughout your long struggle to please me. If that had not been your constant aim, would you not have given up the struggle a long time ago?"

At that moment angels were unrolling for Bruno the special red carpet reserved for great saints. Naturally, he was even more astonished upon seeing that such a special treatment was given to him.

"Why all this, Lord?" he asked.

"Because," Jesus answered, looking at him fondly, "I was not measuring your degree of success, only your love."

End Notes

1. "ARISE MY LOVE -God Tales for Young and Old", by Fr. Nil Guillemette SJ, Chapter 7, pp. 36-40, St. Paul Publications, Makati, Philippines, 1991.

2. I have Fr. Nil's permission to use his stories via his letter to me dated Feb. 10, 2001: "In answer to your letter of Feb. 1, which I received yesterday, I gladly give you permission to use my stories in your bible sharings. However, in order to discourage any illegal pirating from unscrupulous readers, please always add the proper reference (author, publisher, book, pages, etc.). "

MORAL VICTORY

Are we having difficulty keeping up with our prayer time? Do we sometimes get discouraged because most of the time we experience dryness in prayer devoid of all consolations? Do we forego prayer because of our work and other activities? On the other hand, despite all these obstacles do we persevere in our desire to please God by consistently keeping up with our appointment with the Lord? The story below is a very insightful one on the value of perseverance in prayer......

MORAL VICTORY [1]
By Fr. Nil Guillemette, S.J.

"Love never fails." - 1Cor 13:8

FROM HIS first day as a novice in a monastic order Brother Bruno experienced a complete failure in getting up before dawn for the first hour of the Divine Office. Of course, he had always known he was a heavy sleeper, but since he had grown up in a city and had never had to get up before daylight, he had hardly felt until then his absolute incapacity to wake up while it was still dark outside. It was only upon entering religious life that he discovered he was physically conditioned to wake up only at sunrise, not before.

Now such weakness was naturally a serious matter for a monk, perhaps even a sign of non-vocation. In fact, the Novice Master told him something to that effect, when he noticed that Brother Bruno had not made a single appearance at Matins during his first month at the abbey. Alarmed at the idea of being unfaithful to the clear requirement of the Rule - and therefore to the will of God expressed through the Rule - Bruno decided to remedy the situation by every possible means. For indeed, he had long ago decided to live his whole life for God, and he was determined that nothing would hold him back from serving God, not even a minor bad habit. And so he set about to find a way of waking up on time for the Office.

The first thing he did was to sleep with his cell door open. Thus he hoped he would be able to hear the bell for reveille. This meant creating quite an unpleasant draft, as well as making his cell bitterly cold. But he was ready to put up with these inconveniences, if it enabled him to hear the bell and get up on time. Unfortunately, it didn't work. And after a week of dismal failure he had to give up.

Then he convinced his cell neighbor, Brother Ludovicus, to come and shake him out of his sleep the moment he himself would wake up. The good friar did this quite faithfully for more than a month. But whatever his efforts, he was never able to wake up Brother Bruno, even after ten minutes of energetic shaking and shouting. In fact he himself ended up several times by being late for Matins because of Brother Bruno. And so, that scheme had to be abandoned.

Then the late sleeper took up drinking various concoctions of herbs which were guaranteed to make a person sleep more lightly. In fact, several members of the community, having learned of Brother Bruno's problem, volunteered numerous recipes to help him. But none worked.

At about that time Bruno's period of Novitiate had come to an end and the question of his admissibility to the temporary vows came up. Eventually, after much debate at the Chapter, he was allowed to pronounce his vows despite his unfortunate handicap; it was judged that his otherwise virtuous life and his obvious efforts to correct his weakness warranted that an exception be made in his case - provided he adopt more stringent methods to cure himself. He had the next three years to try.

During all of those three years Brother Bruno continued his campaign. One among the many means he had recourse to was skip the evening meal: he was hoping that his sleep would be lighter if he slept on an empty stomach. He also arranged for a kind friar to come up in his cell at reveille and throw a pail of icy water on him. But none of these various measures worked.

Naturally, with the passage of time Brother Bruno was more and more concerned over his poor performance. He who so wanted to please God in all things and was actually most exact and generous in all the other areas of his life - simply could not leave his bed on time in the morning! He was thus a chronic violator of the Rule, a poor monk perpetually acting against God's will. What would become of him? And so, with great anguish of soul, he tried even harder than before to find a way to cure his impediment.

By that time his period of temporary vows had expired and he had become eligible for perpetual vows. Naturally his case was thoroughly discussed in Chapter and there were many among the professed members of the community who took a very dim view of his constant absence from Matins. However, in the end they were voted down by a narrow margin and Brother Bruno was admitted to perpetual profession. But the abbot made it very clear to him that his behavior was still in need of correction and that God still required him to obey the Rule, at whatever cost to himself.

Brother Bruno was deeply grateful that he had been accepted permanently in the Order despite his failings. And so, he set about with a renewed vigor to solve his problem. Always with a view of pleasing God in all things, he went on exploring ever new methods for waking up in the morning. For the next twenty years or so, he pursued his quest for the trick that would achieve this. In fact, just at the time when he was working on a complicated device by which a big block of wood was to fall on his feet automatically at the sound of the bell - he died accidentally by tripping and hitting his head on a stone.

Now, upon his arrival at the Gate of Heaven, Brother Bruno was astonished to see Christ Himself coming toward him in awesome majesty and embracing him most cordially.

"Ah, welcome to Paradise, my beloved friend," Christ said to him with a warm smile.

"But - but -" Bruno sputtered, "are you not disappointed Lord that I failed so miserably in my efforts to get up for Matins?"

"Not at all, dear Bruno. You see, not every apparent failure to advance in outward perfection is necessarily a spiritual failure . In your case, given the kind of body you had received from me at birth, success to get up early was beyond your reach, and I never expected you to succeed. But then, when success is not possible, one cannot be said to have failed."

Then Christ took Bruno by the hand and gently guided him beyond the open Gates.

"You see my friend," Christ continued, "more important to me than your success or failure was your determination throughout your long struggle to please me. If that had not been your constant aim, would you not have given up the struggle a long time ago?"

At that moment angels were unrolling for Bruno the special red carpet reserved for great saints. Naturally, he was even more astonished upon seeing that such a special treatment was given to him.

"Why all this, Lord?" he asked.

"Because," Jesus answered, looking at him fondly, "I was not measuring your degree of success, only your love."

End Notes

1. "ARISE MY LOVE -God Tales for Young and Old", by Fr. Nil Guillemette SJ, Chapter 7, pp. 36-40, St. Paul Publications, Makati, Philippines, 1991.

2. I have Fr. Nil's permission to use his stories via his letter to me dated Feb. 10, 2001: "In answer to your letter of Feb. 1, which I received yesterday, I gladly give you permission to use my stories in your bible sharings. However, in order to discourage any illegal pirating from unscrupulous readers, please always add the proper reference (author, publisher, book, pages, etc.). "

GOD'S FAVORITE HAUNT

There had been a period in my life when I was like the girl in the story below who felt that inorder to find God and be with Him I should isolate myself from the people and the world. I soon realized that I did not have to be a hermit nor a cloistered nun to be close to Jesus.

The Lord obviously has called me to be in the world among His creatures, with a family to take cared of, and to make a difference in their lives. And this I continue to do in my own little ways and in accordance with His Will for me.

GOD'S FAVORITE HAUNT [1]
By Fr. Nil Guillemette, S.J.

MONA WAS an innately withdrawn young woman who enjoyed nothing more than being by herself. She could spend hours alone in her room, lost in her thoughts or intent on study or prayer. This latter occupation was something she had taken up only in recent months. Not that she was ever ungodly. In fact, she had always had a pious streak in her character. But this had greatly developed of late, namely since her brother had died in an accident. This tragedy had brought her closer to God. She had taken up daily meditation and had found great consolation in prayer. So much so that she could spend hours in solitary prayer, away from the hustle and bustle of human affairs, content to commune with God.

But one day something strange happened to Mona. Her prayer became suddenly very dry and distracted. What before had been a delight became a burden almost overnight. Of course the young woman had previously experienced some dry spells in her prayer, even desolation at times. These she had taken in stride with a fine courage, knowing full well that they were precious opportunities for self-detachment and for growth in pure love of God. But this new experience was something else. This was an unrelieved barrenness of mind and heart which had lasted now for well over a month. Try as she may, she had the impression that God was totally absent from her life, that she had been completely abandoned by God.

One day, in a paroxysm of despair she fell on her knees and cried out in her prayer, "Where are you, God?"

And, at that moment, she heard with utter clarity an inner voice saying, "Mona, leave your room, go outside and you will find me."

The young woman stood up immediately and ran into the street. Where would she go, she wondered. After some hesitation she decided to head for the nearest church.

"Surely," she thought, "God is waiting for me in a church."

On her way there she met a group of friends. These were in high spirits and hailed her merrily.

"Hey, Mona! We're going to the market. Come along with us!"

But Mona would have none of that: she was far too intent on finding God.

"Sorry," she answered, "but I'm very busy right now." And she hurried off in the direction of the church.

When she arrived at the church, she knelt down and waited for God to manifest himself. She did not know what to expect, but on the strength of the inner voice she had heard in her room she was sure that God would come to her in one way or another, either in a great consolation or in a vision or by some other means. And so she waited confidently.

Time passed., After a long while her knees began to hurt. So she decided to sit down. An hour passed and nothing happened. The young woman's confidence began to waver. Had she misunderstood God? Another hour passed and still nothing happened. By now Mona's confidence was completely shattered. Something had gone wrong. What was it?

"Where are you, Lord?" she prayed in despair.
Then a sudden thought occurred to her. God had said, "Go outside, and you will find me." Perhaps he meant to be found literally outside, that is in the open air, in nature. If that were the case, it would explain why Mona could not find Him inside a church. This logic struck her with such force that she then and there decided to leave the church and head for the countryside. So off she went.

In the outskirts of the town she met another group of friends. They called out to her, "Hey Mona! Come with us, we're going to the market." But Mona declined with a mumbled excuse and hastened toward the countryside.

There the young woman found a beautiful spot on the top of a hill from where she had a marvelous view of the entire landscape.

"Surely," she thought, "God will manifest himself here in the majesty of the nature he created." And she sat down to wait.

Again time passed and nothing happened. After an hour Mona became restless.

"Please God," she prayed, "have pity on me. I've been waiting for so long to find you, don't disappoint me this time."

"Another hour passed, and still nothing happened. By now the sun was going down in the horizon, and Mona grew desperate.

"Where, oh where is God?" she questioned frantically. And in her anguish she began to think of death. Was life worth living if one was unable to find God?

The thought of death soon became overpowering. And just then an extraordinary insight flashed in her mind: was not death what the inner voice heard in her room had referred to? "Go outside, and you will find me." Until then she had interpreted the word "outside" literally. But suppose it was meant to be taken figuratively? Suppose it meant: outside of life?
As Mona turned these thoughts over and over in her feverish mind, the idea of committing suicide soon blotted out all other thought. If ever she were to find God, she reasoned, it would be by meeting him through death. This conclusion seemed so inescapable that she forthwith stood up and began to walk toward the river. Her intention was to jump from the bridge and drown herself.

On her way to the river she met another group of jovial friends. "Come, Mona." they shouted as she passed by, "We're all going to the market. They say there's a circus in town."

But the girl hastened on instead without a backward glance. She was on her way to meet God.

When she got to the bridge, she had a moment's hesitation. The water seemed so cold and dark... But then she remembered the urgency of the voice heard in her room. As an echo rumbling in a deep well the words of the voice reverberated in her mind, "Go outside... go outside... go outside..." That was enough to overcome her reluctance. And, without any further consideration, she threw herself into the water.

Fortunately, a man was fishing from a boat anchored under the bridge, hidden from Mona's view. This man promptly rescued her even before she could lose consciousness. In a matter of minutes she was sitting on the bank of the river, drenched but safe and sound. The cold water had somewhat calmed down the young woman's religious over-excitement. Obviously the miraculous intervention of the fisherman was a clear sign that God did not want her dead.

Mona sighed. "What now?" she thought. Dejectedly, she set off for home.

Back in her room she dropped on a chair, drained of any feeling except for a dull ache in her heart. Soon this feeling welled up into a bitter resentment at God. Had the inner voice telling her to find God outside her room been an illusion? If so, how could God have allowed her to be so deluded all the while she was seeking him so earnestly? These and other similar thoughts began to whirl in her head. Finally she cried out in despair, "Please Lord, tell me where I can find you!"

All of a sudden a great calm came over her. And then she distinctly heard the same inner voice which had spoken to her earlier in the day. Now it spoke in a tone of gentle reproach.

"You cannot find me, Mona? Yet I have already told you on three occasions where you can find me."

This time the young woman was aghast. "Where is that, Lord?" she asked in utter dismay.

"Why, at the market place of course. Three times I summoned you there through the invitation of your friends."

This was too much for Mona.

"But why the market place?" she inquired incredulously.

"Because," pursued the gentle voice, "I am always present where people flock. After all, I am their shepherd."

Early the next day Mona went to the market place. As usual it was dirty, noisy and teeming with a boisterous crowd. But, for the first time in her life, the solitary girl did not mind. She knew God was there.

End Notes

1. Fr. Nil Guillemette, S. J, "Greater Than Our Hearts - God Tales for Young and Old", St. Paul Publications, 1989: chapter 23, pp. 105-109

2. I have Fr. Nil's permission to use his stories via his letter to me dated Feb. 10, 2001: "In answer to your letter of Feb. 1, which I received yesterday, I gladly give you permission to use my stories in your bible sharings. However, in order to discourage any illegal pirating from unscrupulous readers, please always add the proper reference (author, publisher, book, pages, etc.). "