When a difficult piece of family history comes together.
I have been searching for the parents of a child who was born 1774 in Garforth, West Yorkshire. I knew the parents names but the mother, Mary Smith, could have been one of 5 born in that area.
Someone else researching the same Mary Smith had gone with Isaac as a father and it certainly looked about right. Then I used an age calculator and realised she was born too early.
Despite numerous searches online on many occasions, I just could not fathom out which of the remaining 4 would be the correct one.
I widened my search to look at their other children, when they were born, if they diedearly, 3 did, if the remaining ones had married. Finally, up popped a sibling (Mary!) who married in Tadcaster, a place I would never have looked at.
What finally clinched it was the lovely vicar, being one of those very rare chaps, who when a christening takes place, names not only the parents but the grandparents and where they were from. In this case, they also stated that the grandmother, Mary Smith, was born in Garforth to James Smith.
At last, problem solved and I can now move on again. Hoorah!