My writing has been suffering because I am engrossed in genealogical research. After researching my family tree, I feel like Bilbo Baggins at his 111th birthday surrounded by his extended family and calling out their names, Bolgers, Tooks, Bracegirdles, Proudfoots, and all the rest. I don’t think any of my relations have hairy feet, but it will probably take me until my 111th to finish with the tree. Everytime I think I am coming to the end I find just a bit more. I imagine a reunion with all the different family names. I don’t think there are any Bracegirdles however, but you never know.
via Jeff Hitchcock on Flickr
This reminds me of me shut away in my retreat searching for ancestors on my computer.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. Today’s prompt is ‘hairy.’
Rabbits in my yard and I have been going down a rabbit hole. I don’t mean I am diving into rabbit dens. I have been traveling down a twisting passage following the trail of my ancestors’ lives. I have found a lot and not quite enough, birth and marriage records, towns where they lived, even some old addresses. It was exciting to see names on passenger lists of ships and trains. Names mentioned in newspaper obituaries confirming names of children. A great-uncle’s name mentioned on a train passenger list told me he lived in Montreal. A great-grandmother’s journey traced from her marriage in England to her death in California. I have come to realize that these are only the tracks and traces of lives. It makes me wish I could find their diaries so I could really get to know them.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. “Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with a noun.” Start your post with a noun, and write about whatever it is. Have fun!”
Featured image ‘Great Northern Railway’ of Canada via Wikimedia.