Hello, it has been a while since I blogged ,here it is 6 am and I am sitting here wondering what I could say. And I came up with this . I wish I knew then what I know now about my roots, had I known how interesting the stories would be , I would have talked with my grandmother whom I was told had wonderful stories to share about her youth, her parents and relatives. I would have spoken to a great aunt who I was told was a story teller, everyone in the village would gather at her home to hear her tell stories,but when it was time to say the rosary, no matter who was there, the stories stopped, everyone kneeled and prayed. I have been fortunate to have my Mom's stories, funny stories, sad stories, loving ones too. For example she told me that when I was just a baby ( so very long ago) , they lived in a log cabin, and in the winter time you could see the light from the cracks in the walls and she told me, at night time she would cover all us children snuggly in our beds and she would fasten our blankets with safety pins so we would not get uncovered.
Mom told me stories about her father working in the woods and he marked a path with an axe so that at mealtime my grandmother would send Mom or her brothers to bring him his meal and he had four meals a day, so this makes me believe that he was a thoughtful man. Mom said that after her school was over, her father made them read books that older grades would use because he was also once a teacher, and each night the kids sat on the stairway and listened to him quote from his favorite author Robbie Burns.
When I began searching for my family tree, it was something fantastic, to find all these people 's names but I wanted more, I wanted to know how they lived, where they lived, how they died ,who they really were. It is surprising what one can find in newspapers or in records. Many folks have traced their family lines, but many of them only have they were born , married and died dates, this is not enough for me. I am now doing an english line of mine that is interesting . One of my ancestors in the 1840s died in a workhouse in England. I found that workhouses were for the poor, the sick and the elderly. My ancestor was 80 years old his wife had died around 33 years earlier her baby was one year old when she died. Now I am curious to know what happened to all her children when she died, where did they live? With whom did they live? Were some adopted?
I want to know all these things, so that I can pass it down to my children and grandchildren or whoever else is interested . In return I am hoping that all my information that I have found throughout my research will be passed down through the years when I am no longer here.
Think about what I have said, and find stories (good or bad) about your family, write it down, pass it down, again I say once we are gone ,so are our memories and the memories of those who have gone before us. Pass It On!.
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