In 1973, my family was blessed with a surprise, a late in life baby … again. (The same happened in 1972, when my brother was born.) I joined a family of three girls and a boy. The eldest of the children is 14 years my senior.
The birth order left me a bit scrambled when it came to family history. Both of my grandfathers were deceased prior to my birth. One grandmother would be diagnosed with Alzheimer’s Disease by the time I began to realize that the world did not revolve around me. The remaining grandmother didn’t talk much about family history. All of these factor’s left me with few historical stories, and a thriving need to know what happened.
“If you cannot get rid of the family skeleton, you may as well make it dance.”
George Bernard Shaw, Immaturity
In 1999, my now ex-husband introduced me to the vast world of the Internet, and I added to that my need to find family history. What I found was an array of newspaper articles on the black sheep of my family. You know, those we don’t talk about, the family skeleton’s hiding in the proverbial closet.
Although my findings were bleak, they also left me with more questions than answers, but I couldn’t get my parent’s to talk. It was then that I realized, we only remember the negatives, what about the positives? Sure, I still hold those “black sheep” close to my heart, but I want to share the well-rounded story, the good with the bad.
By sharing the good and the bad, I hope to show the amazing transformation that can occur with little more guidance than morals developed in a world where evil doesn’t have to prevail.
In a way, my genealogical approach is more of a psychological discovery into the ways of others … and how that can effect generations that follow.
Join me in discovering the path that came before so that we can learn from other’s, both the good and the bad. I am a firm believer in the thought process that we can not enjoy the good unless we are aware of the negative side of things. Can you join me here?