I deal with insomnia – nothing seems to solve it so I watch TV quietly or read. This morning it was TV – the Canadian show – Ancestors in the Attic – that comes up with interesting story lines, and condenses it into a half-hour. Below is the episode I saw this morning – I am not great at recapping, and it will be choppy, but I think you will get the highlights.
This morning’s re-run was Icelandic Horsemen who came to Canada from Iceland in search of what happened to their ancestors who emigrated in the 1870’s. They did the journey across part of Canada on horseback (beautiful horses, amazing horses – I think they brought them with them) starting in Quebec and ending in Manitoba, in a search to find out what happened to their ancestors, and see if they had any relatives living 130 years later. They travelled the route their ancestors took when they left Iceland in the 1870’s, I missed the events in Iceland that caused the migration, something about harsh conditions that couldn’t sustain the population, but I believe they were a party of about 350 immigrants.
Anyway, the group went to the original camp their ancestors were sent to build the railroad in Ontario, and tragedy struck them there, they were offered land in Manitoba and tragedy struck on that trip – but eventually the survivors settled on the land somewhere around Gimli, Manitoba where the genealogists / researchers discovered relatives of one of the men (I think he was the initiator of the quest – main character) and they arrived on horseback during a summer Icelandic festival (great timing). The found relative in Manitoba, had asked how her family would recognise their relative in the group and the researcher described him, but when they met it was so obvious looking at all the faces in the family – they were all versions of the same face. The Canadian relative was looking at him, and around at her children, and relatives, and then back to him, and told him that her son looked just like him, shortly after the son arrived and they could have been father and son – the only difference was her son was a few inches taller, and of course, younger. I shouldn’t have been amazed but I was – two different lines from the same family separated over 130 years ago – but the resemblances were striking, including the mannerisms.
Now, if that had been a story written online – no one would challenge the want to know what happened, even if they personally wouldn’t. It would just be a good story, some might question going on such a long trip, or even why they cared after all – the line had split 130 years ago – but it would be doubtful that they would be warned that they might not like what they find. Doubtful, they would be told they shouldn’t care about what their ancestors stories were, or what happened to them, or want to find living relatives – because they had a family now, and didn’t need more relatives in their lives.
Why are we any different? How can we get those who don’t get it – that adoptees are just like they are – some want to know – others don’t? I struggle to find words that will make the penny drop so they can understand we are just like them.
“I have learned that to be with those I like is enough”
― Walt Whitman
Oct 2014: You may speak freely, but please try to use words that everyone can hear about your individual story or view. If you don't, those who can actually benefit won't hear it, I want to see change in my lifetime. I may refuse to approve certain comments.
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