We are the chosen. In each family, there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts, but instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe.
As far as I know, I am the only one that cares about our family genealogy at all. My hope is that someday, someone will be interested in learning more about our family lineage. I never thought that I belonged or fit in before recovery but now I know that I do.
I do it to honor my ancestors, and to attempt to preserve their legacies for future generations. It is exciting to me to learn about my distant ancestors, that I knew nothing about.
Mother had always told me that we were German and Norwegian on her side and Moravian on Daddy’s side, but after thirty years of research and many hours and days of work, I have discovered that we also have Scottish, Irish, English, Swedish, Danish, Finnish, and probably more that I have not found yet. The search continues…