The following is a transcript of an original manuscript given to me by my grandmother. I believe it was written by one of my ancestors as he was investigating the history of the Agard family. Through the power of Internet search engines, hopefully it will become useful to somebody.
Note that I’m not expecting any of my normal blog readers to read this.
Families extinct or removed out of the County of Derby
Agard, of Foston & Judbury
This ancient family settled at Foston as early as the year 1310. The estate was sold in the reign of Charles II. & about the same time of the co-heiresses of Charles Agard Esq: the last heir, Male, married John Stanhope, of Elvaston, ancestor of the Earl of Harrington. One of the Agards, of Sudbury, married a co-heiress of Ferres of Jamworth. We do not find when this branch became extinct.
[Image of a coat of arms] Arms of Agard of Foston. – Argent a Chevron engrailed, Gules, between three Boars Heads. copued, stable, langued, Gules.
Chatsworth was sold by Frances Leche, who died in or about the year 1550 to the family of Agard of whom it was purchased by Sir William Cavendish.
You might also want to read my follow up to this post, Eight Things I Hate About Living In Hobart – Six Years On
Following on from my post about things I love about living in Hobart, here are eight things I hate:
- The public transport system. It sucks badly. If you want to go anywhere by bus after 6pm or on a weekend, forget it.
- People complaining about the public transport system. People love complaining about Metro (I’m one of them). It smells. It’s always late. It goes nowhere near where you want to go. All this complaining is really bad; what we need to do is all get on the busses and give them the money they need to fix it. At the moment I can (and regularly do) catch a bus and be the only person on it.
- Bogans. Individually Bogans are fine. I know quite a few, and they’re lovely people (mostly). It’s just when they get into groups; you start to get the feeling deep inside you that it’s no longer safe and you should leave. It’s not a good thing that The Powers That Be decided to build entire suburbs of public housing, which have now become ghettos.
- There’s not very much to do. Assuming you don’t drink alcohol (which I don’t), there’s very few things of great excitement in Hobart (if you have ideas, leave comments please!).
- Rubbish TV stations. People on the mainland get Channel 7, Channel 9 and Channel 10, as well as digital radio. We get Southern Cross, WIN TV, and TDT, which are bad impersonations of the mainland stations. I know Tasmania is a small market, but wouldn’t it be cheaper then to copy the stations over exactly as they are on the mainland and just change the evening news bulletin?
- Badly surfaced roads. I know this is a complaint pretty much everywhere in the world, but in Hobart’s suburbs it’s getting pretty ridiculous. Neither of the two electorates that Hobart covers (Denison and Franklin) are marginal seats (in fact pretty solidly Labor) so there’s not a lot of money spent pork-barrelling here.
- Slow Internet. We’re at the end of the world and there’s only a few Internet cables coming into the state. Add to that the high prices charged by ISPs in Australia generally, and it’s a pretty bad situation. The National Broadband Network (NBN) promises to fix the speeds, but at what cost?
- The jokes about two-headed Tasmanians when you travel to the mainland. It’s getting old guys, seriously.