Lauren is in charge of the prompt this week and I am looking forward to responding. She is tackling one of my favorite topics. Head over to her blog to read the rules and join in.
This week’s prompt is: Passing on Family Stories
I would tell you I did not get interested in my family genealogy until just 10 short years ago. As a matter of fact, I hated it when my sister went on and on about her family research and her treks through family cemeteries. It was only a few years later that I began to tell my children (and possibly bore them with) the stories I myself had unraveled.
The truth is, my interest in my family history began when I was a child and listened to the family stories I heard at the feet of my elders. Sadly, in many cases, it was a broken history that did not extend much past my great-grandparents.
After my sister passed away and all her research lost, I joined Ancestry. I submitted a saliva sample to reveal my DNA and started gathering documents. I have now become the holder of our family history. I have told many of those stories here in my blog and may link back to some of those stories today.
Our entire family was fascinated by the stories of when my grandfather was a teacher in the Philippines in the early 1900s. He worked at an agricultural school. He returned to the US, married my grandmother, and returned to the Philippines where their first two children were born. I was fascinated by the stories. I learned it took 30 days by ship to make the journey. I learned about the cultural differences and the friendships they made there. I actually found a letter of recommendation sent in support of my grandfather and this teaching position in the National Archives.
My paternal great-grandfather was ‘run out of town on a rail’. He had been married before he married my great-grandmother, but no one really knows exactly why he was so disliked. I just know it left my great-grandmother with five children to raise on her own. I have never been able to find the place where he was buried. I did find his death certificate and it led me to believe he may have been an alcoholic as well.
I found my paternal grandfather had been married before. It was not something anyone knew or talked about. There was a child, too, but I think it was his wife’s child from a prior marriage.
The best stories, though, are the kind that reveal personality and feeling. Like my grandfather’s friend who was killed in a crane accident. Or my Dad’s story of seeing little green men in the living room. I loved the daredevil stories about my mom, too.
After my Dad passed away, we found a note he had written about a near death accident he had as a child. None of us had ever heard it. It must have been traumatic.
For my children, I printed a copy of their family tree and printed photos of their grandparents as many generations back as I could find. They are in a beautiful leather album. At least they will have a head start once they begin to wonder about their heritage.
There are a million questions I wish I had asked, but in so many cases I was just too young.
I have a cassette tape my father recorded for me. My daughter copied the section of the tape where he told me he loved me and recorded it on a chip in a Teddy Bear. To hear his voice again always brings me to my knees.
I know most of my family came from England and Ireland. I have never made it to either place but I still hope I can make it one day.
7 thoughts on “Throwback Thursday #59 – Passing on Family Stories”
How strange. Only this morning I was looking at some of my family history that my daughter started researching some years ago!
LikeLiked by 1 person
My cousin’s wife has compiled a family tree of sorts, but I can only see it online. I have no tapes or films of my parents or ancestors, but we do have some wonderful ‘oral history’ stories circulating around my family. Now I am the oldest male surviving, I have been told I am responsibe for passing them down.
This is one of them, posted on my blog for posterity.
Best wishes, Pete.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What a nice idea, to compile the tree for your kids and add the photos you have. It will become a treasure!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Maggie my heart swells at the wonderful gesture your daughter gave you in the teddy bear. You have so many wonderful stories of your growing up years. I hope they are available to your grandkids to read in the future.
A teddy bear with your father’s voice in it! Oh that’d do me in emotionally every time I heard it. As for family stories, I heard many growing up and my mother left me a handwritten book of some she remembered. They are all small slices of life, but meaningful to me.
My granddaughter is very interested in my stories and what I learn as I do genealogy. My grandfather was the same. Maybe the interest skips generations as my mother and daughter were not interested.
Comments are closed.