Since the early 1700's, apart from babies appearing before or very shortly after marriage (hey, it was the custom to see if the woman was fertile - sort of like trying out a mattress before you buy the bed), we're a terribly respectable lot... not a deserter, defaulter or debtor amongst them. Good solid farming stock until my paternal grandmother who refused to name the father of her child, my father, ever. It's possible she never even knew it - she was in service to the 'big house' when she got pregnant and could just as easily have been a bed warmer to the lord as his butler.

Even the one who went to Australia went of her own accord (and on her own!) rather than being transported.

Haven't managed to get farther back than the early 1700's yet... but I live in hope.

LTS