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Ancestry dot com and time travel

Or perhaps this should be titled “Time Sink.” I didn’t need another hobby, another distraction, regardless how noble. When a friend showed me and plugged in a few names to get my tree started, I knew this could become a serious condition. Suddenly, faded photos that decorate my bathroom walls were appearing. How did they get there? An article my mother had written about my great-grandfather’s whaling adventure popped up. I was seeing ghosts in a blank landscape.

I signed up for the two-week trial and have limited myself to one hour in the morning to poke and snoop and add to the growing tree. I’m only following my mother’s side, to start. My dad’s tree has been well researched from many angles; I can fill in the details there, handily. But my mom’s side seemed so fragile and shallow. She was the only child of two only children.

Why do humans have a fascination with generations long gone? Mine was brought to light by the invoice for “perpetual care” of the family gravesite. I am impressed with the ability of  to track down and help you plug in the unknown facets of your forefathers (and foremothers ?) lives and deaths. My excuse for the time sink was to build something I could print out for Hanni and Lex in the event they ever have any interest.

So while soaking in the tub the other night, I looked up from my book and really studied the photo in the peeling frame.

Scan 32

Even if you didn’t know these kids, they represent the quintessential 1960’s youth. The boy is obviously the oldest. We were posed by my Uncle John, the first person I ever knew to own a good camera and a dark room. Note the boy’s mode of dress, the placement of his hands. The girl to his right is me. I adored him. He was my mirror to the world of who I was. He was the closest person in my universe to my age and yet he was so wise. I imitated everything he did; how he dressed (button up that top button), how he posed for the photo (a cool display of casual fingers in on the knees), and wore pants just like he did.

The girl to my right is my sister. Zanne was the baby. I had no experience with someone younger than myself; I had been a baby, but that didn’t count. Duncan had suffered through, continued to suffer through, my infancy and adoration of him. He wanted nothing more, as the first-born, than to go back to being the center of the universe. Barring that, he would have preferred to be alone as opposed to being saddled with me.

I don’t know how it was for Zanne to have two ahead of you, paving the way or at the least hacking a path through the forest, of how to train our parents to be parents. From what we have discussed to date, it was  an intricate twist on how I saw life growing up.  A different reality as is to be expected with birth order.

The child to the right of Zanne is our cousin. Her dad was the photographer.  On the reverse side of the print, in pencil written in Uncle John’s neat script are the notations: Newbury 1962

Duncan    Martha Ann  Susan   Mary Elizabeth

If Mary Elizabeth knocked on my door today, I would hope that some family resemblance would alert me to who she is. I have not seen her in over 50 years. I have no idea who she is, who she became, or what her life is like. On the other hand, I trust in life’s quirky ways to bring us together if the occasion arrises and there is a lesson to be learned.

So, as to I could sink a lot of my waking hours and not regret the time spent. On the other hand, I can wait for life to hand me the connections I need, when I need them.

9 comments on “Ancestry dot com and time travel

  1. Touring NH says:

    I have tried it also and learned quite a bit about my family history. I never continued after the free trial but it was neat.


    1. I doubt I will continue beyond the free trial but I would like to be able to save what I have so far. Amazing the connections and history you can find!


  2. Chris F says:

    Martha, you CAN download the docs you find and create a free tree from Family Search. They have forms you can download. That way your trial isn’t for naught. The data is interesting, but when you start to piece together stories- that’s the payoff. (plus connections with “lost” relatives)


    1. And, if not for you my dear friend, I wouldn’t have this little addiction now would I?? Smiley face because I don’t know how to make one happen. Chris, I do thank you for the spark. I am just slow off the mark with somethings.


  3. mariekeates says:

    I must admit to some curiosity but my family history is a tortured twisted animal and I’m afraid I might find out more than I bargained for. There are enough skeletons I know about without finding more.


    1. Ah, yes. I have come across that stray “bone” I look askance at and think, “do you really want to know?” Those are currently dead ends on my tree.


  4. I spent about 5 years researching my father’s side and made it back to 1550 England, where my ancestor was a London Haberdasher. It was fun but also a lot of work.


    1. It is fun and the deeper you delve the more work it becomes to think in terms of connections that pop up. Coincidences abound as I dig through the layers. Do you like hats? I am looking for the ancient connection I seem to have with hats and head-gear.


      1. My father always wore a hat but he was bald. They make me crazy, but I do wear them when it’s cold.


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