|This is a picture of Gun Inn as you get off the|
bus in Hollingworth.
|Front of Gun Inn. The blacksmith shop of my|
great-great grandfather may have been in
area of the white building. Wright worked in
mill to the left of the Gun Inn.
|As you enter Gun Inn, there is this|
stained glass window.
|As you walk in the door, this is|
what you see. There are two sitting areas
ahead, and then to the right one big
area, and actually a library area.
|Beautiful stained glass window that separates|
the bar from a seating area with tables
|It would not be a pub if it didn't|
have a bar.
|Main area with a fireplace. It is not hard|
to imagine all the "news" shared in this
room in the 1850's.
|Looking down Spring St. It is only about 1-2 blocks|
long. Wright Massey lived in small hut with his
Betty was 38 years old, had been in America just 11 years, and had 4 boys to raise when her husband died. The following was my great-grandmother's obituary:
Being an immigrant and then being a pioneer in the "west" was not easy. The decision to leave your family, knowing you would probably never see them again could not have been easy. You had to be committed to a dream, and you had to be tough.
|Outside the entrance to the Gun Inn.|
Perhaps this is what of makes finding out about my ancestors so interesting. My great-grandparents story inspires me. Going back to England this summer, and to Hollingworth was an experience I will never forget. To sit in the pub my great-grandmother's family owned and to walk down Spring Street where my great-grandfather was raised by a single mother brought a sense of connectedness. It was a long trip for me via jet, train, and bus to Hollingworth- but it was a much longer trip for my great-grandparents to America. Today I am so appreciative my parents gave me Wright for a middle name- I am proud of my ancestors.