Journals of a Time Traveller

It is now 26 December 1661, the date of the baptism of my eight-times great-grandmother, Anne Carter, at All Saints, Carleton Rode, Norfolk. Although the images in this post are AI-generated, the records themselves are authentic. With this entry, our mitochondrial DNA H6a1a8 trail officially enters my recorded genealogy.

As can be deciphered in the Carleton Rode baptism register shown above, her father was named Richard Carter. In keeping with the social conventions of the time, the family was not regarded as prominent enough for the cleric to record the name of her mother.

Anne (or Ann) Carter married Robert Smith of Carleton Rode, Norfolk, on 26 May 1683. The ceremony did not take place at their local parish church; instead, they obtained a licence and travelled 15 miles to be married at St Stephen’s in the city of Norwich.

The use of a marriage licence and the journey to a prestigious city church suggest a "middling sort" status. Her family likely possessed the financial means and social literacy required to navigate legal systems beyond the village level. Despite the rise of religious Dissent in the area, Anne's consistent presence in the parish registers suggests Conformist Anglicanism. She probably valued the legal and social security provided by Church of England registration. Consequently, it is highly likely that Robert and Anne Smith (née Carter) belonged to the 17th-century yeomanry, consisting of freeholders or prosperous tenant farmers.

The couple raised five daughters in Carleton Rode: Climence (1684), Anne (1686), Dorothy (1690), Thomazin (1692), and Elizabeth (1695). As there are no surviving records of sons, it appears the Smith household was predominantly female.

Anne lived in the shadow of England’s second-greatest city. While she remained in a rural setting, her economic life was tethered to the global success of Norwich’s worsted weaving industry. She witnessed the transition of these villages from isolated hamlets into productive spokes of an early industrial wheel.

Born shortly after the Restoration of the Monarchy (1660) and dying just before the Union of Great Britain (1707), her life spanned the period known as the "Great Stabilisation". Following the upheaval of the Civil War—which her father survived—her era was defined by the rebuilding of traditional structures, such as the Church of England and the local parish vestry.

Anne’s physical world was significantly colder than our own. She lived through the Maunder Minimum, a period of exceptionally harsh winters and erratic harvests. This environmental stress made the "heavy lands"—the dense clay soils of South Norfolk—particularly difficult to farm and navigate. Such conditions likely contributed to the health challenges that led to her death at the age of 44.

Her daughter, Anne Smith, was baptized on 10 March 1687 at All Saints, Carleton Rode, Norfolk. As my 7th great-grandmother, she carried the mtDNA haplogroup H6a1a8, marking a vital link in the maternal line from antiquity to the written record. At age 19, she married John Brighting (also recorded as Briting) on 12 December 1705 at Carleton Rode.

Anne Brighting, née Smith, bore at least seven children baptized at Carleton Rode between 1708 and 1728 before her life was cut short at age 40. The parish burial register reveals a grim winter in 1727; Anne’s entry sits just lines away from Richard and Sarah 'Britling,' both buried within days of one another. This clustering suggests a localized epidemic—perhaps the 'Great Flu' or Typhus that ravaged the English countryside that year.

​Yet, before she was laid to rest, the ancestral chain remained unbroken. She passed our mtDNA H6a1a8 to her daughter, Susanna Briting (baptized at Carleton Rode in 1722), ensuring the 'Helena' lineage survived the hardships of 18th-century Norfolk to reach the present day.

Meet my 25th great-grandmother. The year is 1349 CE during the Late Middle Ages. She is the final hypothesised representative of my mtDNA H6a1a8 line before I transition to my documented matrilineal ancestors.

This ancestor, Alice, lived through remarkably calamitous times. Recent generations had already endured the Great Famine (1315–1322) and a devastating bovine pestilence (1319–1321). They had faced the 'Malthusian Deadlock'—an era of overpopulation and land hunger—which coincided with the harsh onset of the 'Little Ice Age'. But Alice is made of sturdy stuff; she is already a proven survivor.

Life was already arduous in South Norfolk, even for my rural ancestors whom I have visualised as being of middling villein status. But now, a terrifying new pestilence is sweeping the country. Having already reached the ports of Great Yarmouth and the streets of Norwich, it looms over the village: the Black Death.

This is Alice's husband, John, on the last day he felt well enough to labour in the fields. He does not yet know it, but flea bites have infected him with a bacterium named Yersinia pestis. The tell-tale sign will be the bubo: a painful, grape-to-orange-sized swelling of the lymph nodes in the groin, armpit, or neck.

His chances of survival are slim; the fatality rate sits between 60% and 80%. Unless the buboes miraculously burst and drain, the infection will likely overwhelm him, leading to a swift death from septicaemia within the week.

John will be one of many. Around half of the parishioners in his manor will perish. The community will be shattered, and entire family lineages will be destroyed.

Alice proved resilient even against the Great Mortality. It is possible she possessed a genetic resistance passed down to her daughters, though her survival came at a heavy price: she was now a widow. While the initial terror of 1349 eventually subsided, the suffering was far from over. The plague did not simply burn out; it lingered in the soil and the shadows, surging back with a vengeance between 1361 and 1362.

Because those who survived the first wave often retained immunity, this second coming—the pestis puerorum—was cruelest to the young who had been born into a brief window of peace.

Imagine the toll on Alice’s spirit. To witness more than half of her world culled by a devastating "Great Death" would shatter any modern psyche. Yet, she did not surrender. This resilience became a blueprint for the generations that followed. In my own ancestry, I see forebears who endured centuries of poverty, injustice, and hardship. They didn't just curl up and die; they forged a legacy of endurance. That is the true inheritance of my research.

By 1366, Alice had begun a second chapter, marrying a plague widower in the nearby Norfolk parish of Carleton Rode. Though they grieved a child lost to the surge of 1362, they did not dwell on the past. Alice and her new husband were part of a rising class—a "new breed" of survivors who understood their value. With labour in short supply, they wielded a negotiating power across the manors that their ancestors could never have imagined.

They now held a full virgate—thirty acres of prime land. Their holdings were grander than ever: more strips of arable soil to plough and a larger herd of cattle grazing the commons. Most importantly, Alice’s line endured. Her daughter survived, carrying forward the mitochondrial DNA—the H6a1a8 lineage—that had successfully navigated the eye of the storm.