I’ve been working on my paternal family tree, the tree that has given me the most angst because I’ve been doing it without anything more than the name of my father by birth, where he grew up, his approximate age. I’d pick it up and try to make sense of it, get confused, give up and swear I was done with it and mean it. Well, in the last couple of weeks I picked it back up because it was too hot to do anything else, and pennies started dropping all over the place and it makes sense, finally. I can plot and document my ancestral timeline, add dates, places, names, what they did, what wars they fought in and survived, the impact those wars had on them personally, and more.
And the surprising aspect of all are the journeys taken by my ancestors by birth on my father’s side, mirror the journeys my ancestors took on my dad’s side. And yes, I know years ago, the paths from the eastern seaboard to the west coast were limited so it makes sense they were similar, but they also happened on similar timeframes as well.
And yes, I still think my father was an ass and a coward, and I still hold dad up as the best man I have known. But the picture growing of who my ancestors were on my father’s side is good, wholesome, decent and hardworking folks, ones to be proud to claim.
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