When fiction mixes with fact

I mentioned a few posts ago that my cousin, Jimmy, whose funeral we attended last week, was following in the footsteps of his ancestor, Thomas Chegwidden, who was also a teacher who played rugby for Swansea. When I wrote that on my Facebook page one of my friends commented that he sounded like a character out of Poldark and he should have a daughter named Alice. 

Well, he was Cornish and his sister was called Alice. But Husband unearthed much more of interest just a little further back up the tree.

Chegwidden was one of the derivatives of the Chenowyth - spelling in parish registers wasn't a particularly strong point - family name and, in fact, my 5th great-grandmother was Elizabeth Chenowyth.

Now if you're a fan of Poldark that name will ring a bell. Here she is, Elizabeth Chenowyth. Can you see the family likeness?

No? Well, maybe here in the family matriarch.

Yes, that's more like it!