“How am I related to this person?”
“You mean you don’t know who these people are?”“I love this picture, mom! I want a copy to hang on my wall.”
“I should probably write down the connection, although I doubt anyone will ask me.”
“Oh! This is an adorable little girl in a bracelet.”
She was experiencing the first symptoms of genealogy fever. It starts with a few photos or an interesting story about your grandmother. Then you find out something about Great Uncle George. Before long, you find yourself searching through old family bibles. Eventually, after a free trial, you fork out the membership fees to join an internet ancestry search.
If you don’t have a natural immunity to it, you can develop a full blown case of historical hysteria and never recover.
Her excitement nudged me, and I found myself checking out the old networks for new information.
I wasn’t disappointed. Tonight I found an ancestor named John Damon who was born in Kent, England on November 11, 1621. He and his wife Martha had children with the names Experience, Silence, Ebenezer, and Ichabod. (Amanda, you are the 13th generation from John and Martha.)
I was also reminded that one of the reasons I started to blog was to publish some of the family history. The stories will be lost if our generation doesn’t pass them down.
I’m sorry that I probably will never find out who is the beautiful “Little Girl in a Bracelet.”