As children we were surrounded by all sorts of images of the past the present but mainly of the past and mostly of people who were quite unlikely and most likely to have little of no relevance in our life ……. Charlie Tucker was like a lost uncle who watched over us as cildren … his stern motached face glared at us so much that after a while he became invisble.. we were historically the most priviliged people I still have yet to meet …. nearly all every single major historical event that was written about ,my family seems to have been involved in , so much so that my rather innocent elder brother for about three years believed my father was LAWERANCE of ARABIA…. more recently when putting on a production focussed on WW1 it turned out five of my relatives all fought in the great war . all survived and alll were commissioned officers … anyway it was hard to find any event they were not part of ….my father today thinks perhaps a member of our family was in Dublin Castle during the Arrests of the Rising …he even has reports from his grand father warning of sinn fein activism in kerry …. now back to the main story … Charlie Tucker was is a greatgrand uncle ….. Two years ago I moved to Devon town of Ashburton and begin promenading about as if I was some lost Devonian son and for a minor joke I said I had family in the town …. one month later my father calls and declares Charlie Tucker is buried in the town ……. damn blast and flip it … I raced down to the big graveyard in the town ,,just above Tuckers country stores …and the rest is actual history …. MAJOR GENERAL CHARLES TUCKER fought in two BOER WARS and by some twist of fate married my great grand aunt ….. so even more fuelled with delusion I now ……….