“He who knoweth not from whence he came,
careth little whither he goeth.”
This blog is an outgrowth of my genealogical research to be a place where I can share the fruits of my labors with family members, both known and unknown to me. If you’re reading this and are related to me in any way, I would very much love to meet you! Please complete the Contact form and let’s get in touch!
As a librarian by profession, I am trained in the design and use of research databases so it was probably inevitable that I would become a family historian. I have at my disposal, just a few miles away, one of the nation’s preeminent resources for family history: the Midwest Genealogy Center.
To aid in my research, I subscribe to Ancestry, Fold3 and the New England Historic Genealogical Society. I also interact regularly with other genealogists on Facebook, in online discussion lists and blogs. I’ve found that genealogists are the most wonderfully helpful people you could ever have the pleasure to know. I’ve received so much help and learned so much from people who share my passion for family history.
Understanding the historical context in which our family members lived is an important part of making their lives meaningful and real to the current generation. As we are all shaped by the society into which we are born, I believe it is important to include in my genealogical research on specific individuals a snapshot of the era in which they lived. Therefore, my posts attempt to place the men and women of our family in history, particularly for those whose lives were led “under the radar,” leaving a scant footprint. Lacking their own words of what their lives were like, we are left to fill in the gaps with conjecture based on the records of their contemporaries.
A Bridge Across Time
She calls to me from long ago; through sunlit skies; through drifts of snow; in dancing clouds above the sea, I call to her….and she to me.
So real was she. She laughed; she cried. She loved; she lost. She lived… she died. In hopes and dreams, so real was she. She lived her life that I may be.
The blood through which my veins does flow. The same as her’s, so long ago. So it will be. Then when I’m gone, in a future child it will flow on.
I’ll live my life, and when it’s done, I’ll live again in those to come. For I’m a bridge from she to me; from all that were, to those to be.