It's hard to know where to start with a tree that has hundreds of [known] branches. When I think about how many ancestors I have (found and not yet found) my head starts to hurt a bit.
I'm not writing this blog for the masses. I'm writing it for myself and the few family members who might have an interest. Though the masses are certainly welcome! It's a way for me to organize 'my people'. I'm not even sure the blog format is the best way to do this, but I'm trying it anyway.
Now let's get back to those branches.
Instead of choosing one from the hundreds, it would be easiest to start with the one piece of the tree that's singular: the trunk (me), and work my way up from there. But because I'm not dead yet and this is the internet, I can't do that unless I'd like to share my identity with the dirty, dirty cheats of this world: I don't.
Now let's get back to those branches.
Instead of choosing one from the hundreds, it would be easiest to start with the one piece of the tree that's singular: the trunk (me), and work my way up from there. But because I'm not dead yet and this is the internet, I can't do that unless I'd like to share my identity with the dirty, dirty cheats of this world: I don't.
Which leaves me . . . back at the very beginning. A very good place to start. (Julie Andrews should be singing in your head by now . . . or at least T. Swift.)
*sigh*
Now that I'm all frustrated, I've come to a decision. I think I'll start with the ancestor that has caused the most frustration and the most joy. We'll meet her in our next post.
*sigh*
Now that I'm all frustrated, I've come to a decision. I think I'll start with the ancestor that has caused the most frustration and the most joy. We'll meet her in our next post.