I am obsessed with my genealogy research. I joke with Mom and say that I am going into
the time tunnel and that I am competing with Hercule Poirot’s little grey
cells. I am actually thoroughly enjoying
the research into my lineage.
I am not a genealogy snob, I do
not care if I don’t find any high falutin’ ancestors. Indeed I am really rather proud that we are “salt
of the earth” type people because these are the people who actually make and
build a country. Many of my kin were
fishermen and the sea is a cruel mistress.
My great grandparents (the Pedersen side) lost 3 sons to the sea, in 3
separate accidents. Actually the first
boy, Baltzer, didn’t die at sea but he came only with full blown tuberculosis
and died quite young. The other 2 dies
at sea and the last son, our lovely great Uncle Peter, fished for quite a long
time but finally settled down on land.
But many more of my ancestors went down to Davy’s Locker.
Other kin still worked on the
sea, as marines, as merchant marines, as deep sea diver (my Uncle Poul, who
raised many sunken ships around the world) and other sea connections. And while these men were at sea my female
ancestors were raising their children, working their gardens (and later the
bigger farms), making things to sell and essentially being the heart, soul and
additional provider to the family. You can
see that it the existing photos, how much older they looked than their older
husbands. But these women also had
something else, they had noble, generous, tolerant and kind hearts. I have the memoirs of one cousin once
removed, Mom’s double first cousin who was 20 years older than her and both knew
the grandmothers and had heard stories of their mothers. And wonderfully, I have also heard from a
cousin three times removed from my father’s side who tells of the golden hearts
of both my great grandmother and his (they were sisters). I just feel terribly proud of these women,
traits that I see in my mother, my sisters and (blushingly) myself.
Revelations and comparisons of
personality, characters, humour, strengths.
I just find it very rewarding and enriching. And when I finally make a connection up the
line, into the 1500’s i am just blown away with excitement. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE THIS HOBBY, THIS CHASE . .
.
My cup runneth over.
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