I’m NOT a professional genealogist. I’m just a girl that likes to drive her family mad by working on the family tree so that I might leave my children and heirs with the knowledge of who they came from, and how it is that we got to where we are now.
Many years ago, as my maternal grandmother was getting ready to go in an assisted living center, I was helping her go through her belongings and sort out what she was going to take with her and what she wanted and didn’t want anymore. To my horror, in her throw away stack, were all of her photo albums, my great grandmother’s bible, and all sorts of memorabilia from her life. I promptly grabbed them up and asked if I could keep them, and she said “Well sure, but I don’t know what you want with my memories.” Well, at that time, I didn’t either. So into the back of my closet they went.
Then, in 2007 when she passed away, one of my father’s cousins came to her funeral. This was the first time I had ever seen her. She came up and hugged my Dad’s neck after the funeral and began to talk to him. Pointing to the road behind the cemetery, she said to my father, “Do you remember the time your mother was taking all us cousins to school and right there on that road, the truck in front of us started losing the barrels off the back and your mother dodged every one of them and just kept on going?” What?! My Memaw, dodged barrels!! My Dad had cousins?! My Memaw drove them all to school?! I was so intrigued! I mean, I knew in the back of my mind my Dad had cousins, but I didn’t know them; even though I had met some of them once. Growing up, we lived two hours from my mother and father’s hometown of Texarkana, Arkansas and we only went back occasionally to visit my Memaw and Aunt.
All fired up, I promptly went home and dug those pictures out, determined that piece by piece I was going to know my family, one way or another. And so, right then and there, my journey started, one day to late to speak with my grandmother about her family, which is my biggest regret. All is not lost though. Now I go back to my parent’s hometown often. I have gotten to know all of my Dad’s cousins and some of my Mother’s family. There have been so many discoveries, some good and some bad, some happy and some sad, but the biggest treasure of it all is that I have gotten to know so many great family members, and I can’t wait to find the next one.
Each day I learn something new and it is both a privilege and a pleasure to share it with others. It is not my goal to become the best blog, to try and get the most “ping backs” (whatever they are!), or links back to my site, although it would be nice. My goal is simply to share this experience with others, and try to learn from the REAL genealogists out there.
That being said, there are going to be errors in my reports and mistakes made on this site because when I first started this, it was simply to find out who my ancestors were, and find any other cousins out there that I was missing out on. Now, it has become so much more, and other cousins have contributed so much information to me I can hardly keep up. So, when you find a mistake, please bare with me, and kindly inform me so that I can make the correction right away.
As for me, I will be here, hogging the computer and diligently working away on telling you about my ancestors and their untold stories.