Autumn. Yes, it does. It is beautiful. The sun is warm, the air is cool, the leaves are rustling, and the lake is deep blue with white tips. What a beautiful day!
I’ve been digging into my family history for some time now, as some of you know. Where we come from is important to me. It speaks volumes about who we are and where we are going. It’s not just names and dates; it is a story of our becoming. I am truly fascinated by this. Surprisingly, the lines of the family I thought I would have trouble finding have not been too hard to locate, while those I thought would be simple have become more of a task. It is all worthwhile, and I am enjoying it.
Last night I was able to speak with my cousin, Amy. It was a lot of fun to just catch up (we hadn’t spoken in years, aside from recent facebook interaction), but I confess, I soaked up the stories and words she spoke about our family. Because my mom and dad moved us away from both sides of the family, there is so much I don’t know about both families. Some of it is hard to learn, but most of it just makes me really proud.
I remember when H-dawg found out that she was part of our family. It was such a neat experience, because every time I saw her, she was asking questions about the family. She would hear something, and say, “Oh! That would be where I get my dyslexia from!” It was so endearing, because it reaffirmed the biological connection we shared. That is sort of how I felt last night, hearing from Amy. I wanted to say, “Yep! That’s us!”
If you’ve known me for some time, or have followed my blog, you remember hearing about an opal ring in my mother’s jewelry box that I will inherit someday. It has been the prize story of my heart for years. It connects me to my grandmother, who was an October-baby, just like me. Last night, Amy mentioned a similar ring in her possession that had been passed from Grandma to our Aunt Kristi–who was Amy’s godmother. Actually, the rings aren’t just similar; they are a set, as momma told me last night. So what I’ve gathered so far, from Amy and mom, is that the rings are older than Grandma–they actually belonged to Grandpa’s (her husband) mother, but were passed to Grandma, and then, to Mom & Kristi, and…me and Amy, respectively. They are a wedding set.
How freaking cool is that? I mean, I don’t know what you know about opals, but these rings were genuine opals–not the created kind that you buy today.
Anyway, I am enjoying the search, even if it is frustrating at some moments. The stories and the revelations are more than worth those dead ends.
Do you know the history of your family? Do you have any heirlooms? How far back can you trace your ancestry?