Pass It On

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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Children May Want To Know

Are there any of you out there who are looking for a lost love one or parents? If not, I do know that there must be lots of children looking for their parents. They want to know who they are and where they come from. They want to know if they have brothers or sisters somewhere.
Many children have been adopted out, regardless of the reason, they were given up for adoption.
I know of some women who have been reunited with their son or their daughter. And it has been a happy reunion. Children need to know, that sometimes there are reasons why they have been given up . Maybe because the mother wanted a good home for them and could not afford it?
Or maybe the mother wasn't married and afraid of what others would say.
I myself have a half sister whom I haven't found yet, I have it narrowed to two woman, it is one of the two but which one? I have them in my mind, I would love so much to find out the truth and my half sister. Perhaps some day I will find out for certain.
Now another thing, during the world wars, men went overseas, and some had children born there, and they returned to America without their child. Those children must be wondering which one of the soldiers is my father? And while the men were gone ,sometimes their wives had children that they had to give up for adoption.
We hear stories of parents and children finding each other, some may be dissappointed at what they discover but regardless, we are who we are. If you are a child looking for your parents, you need to remember ,no matter how your parents turned out, without them, there would be no you. And maybe all these years your mother has had a very heavy heart having to give you up.
I would love to see all the mothers who gave up their child find that child one day, and all the children out there who are looking and wanting to find out who they are, I wish with all my heart that you would all find that parent. One thing I would like to add, is "To all of you who are searching ,even if you have been looking for a long long time, Never ever ever give up looking and searching. Post on message boards, go to Adoption Boards, look for clues.
I wish you all lots and lots of luck.
Now it is time for me to prepare for our Bergeron-Damboise Reunion this weekend, tomorrow we load three cars with lots of goodies. So I will say goodnight and thanks for the visit.
Do stop by again.
Have a great day tomorrow
Aline