“Finding the truth behind the stories.”
“On the trail of a mysterious ancestor.”
“Who paved the way for you?”
“Where did your family come from?”
“You too can solve a family mystery.”
“How deep are your American roots?”
Catchy headlines from emails I have received lately from Ancestry. Something that the majority of people would not stop and think about. Just like the show Who Do You Think You Are? that follows celebrities finding out who is in their family tree and the impact it has on them. Either you are into genealogy or not but even if you aren’t, the show can be entertaining because it has the celebrity factor.
But when the show is called “Find My Family” or “Searching For” or “The Locator”…then people all have an opinion because adoption enters the equation, and quite simply because we not supposed to be intrigued or curious or want to know, that it’s not important…who we were born to be…who our ancestors were…what roads they travelled.
Of course there are those who agree we should be able to access our original birth certificates, those who provide the PC lip service but don’t really like the idea of us knowing where we came from, and those who simply think we should be grateful for what we have…and be happy and content to live life without answers.
This is what I was thinking about today as I was cleaning out my inbox. And I realized that for 90% of my life I could not have answered any of those questions in the headlines, or had any hope of ever knowing anything. For last 10% of my life I have been able to answer those questions for 50% of my family. And realizing I am one of the lucky ones with that knowledge, some will go to the graves never knowing, some have already gone.
A right everyone else takes for granted…