Friday, November 12, 2010

Law of Close Encounters

Law of Close Encounters - The probability of meeting someone you know increases dramatically when you are with someone you don't want to be seen with.

Well, I met lots of 'kin' down in SW Georgia at my aunt's funeral.  They all cleaned up pretty good, and I don't think anyone was embarrassed to be seen with each other:)  Aunt Nene led quite the adventurous life and had written down lots of stuff for the preacher to pick and choose from to speak about her at her service.  Well, it was all so interesting that the preacher read the whole dang thing!  Pat promises to get me a copy of it, because I learned that my own father almost died as a baby, and I never knew that.  Nor lots of other stuff.

And now there are only a few around of that generation who can supply any history.  I asked Aunt Rebecca the middle name of my paternal grandfather, and she knew!  No one else did, and I could never find it confirmed anywhere, so I will take this as gospel.  And...this is major...I got to see the graves of my grandparents and great grandparents!  Of course I took photos, and of every headstone that I thought might be a relative, so I have a bit of work cut out to get all this info checked and double checked.

I think it is important that we not lose our links with our past.  And it is helpful also to have FULL names.  That middle initial on my grandfather's grave did not help much, other than to confirm that he did indeed have a middle name.

What are you doing to preserve your family history?





4 comments:

Sandee said...

Looks like you are on a new mission. Good for you. I hope you'll do posts about what you've found out. Just saying.

Have a terrific day and weekend. Big hug. :)

Barb said...

It's funny you ask that today as just yesterday I scanned a copy of the complete geneology of my mother's Uncle Arthur's family line from the Mayflower up to my grandmother's family. My mother than wrote in everyone up to my generation.

My great Uncle Arthur was the town Historian up until he died. I scanned it into a pdf document so all of my sisters, brothers and cousins could have a copy of it, and also because the original is fading. It's an almost 30 year old copy and it looks like it was done on a thermal printer and the toner is going away fast!

Part of what I have really enjoyed about having my parents move in with me is the stories they both tell... a lot of stuff I never knew. It's facsinating.

I'm looking forward to what you discover! Big hugs :]

ivana said...

Cara Sandy!
I went to the cemetery with my sister, the walk to the graves is a long speach about our family!!!
We must have memmory of our past, of where we are from!!!
Have a lovely Saturday...I'll be in Florence!!

Hugs!!!

Linda said...

I wish I had the time to do some research into my family history but alas, it's one of those things that I will probably put off for way too long. I've got a pretty good idea of who's who on my mom's side but my dad's side is somewhat of a mystery still. All I know is that my great-grandmother was a German woman who was big but nice and could yodel like no one's business!