A few days before Christmas someone friended me on Facebook with my last name. I got to talking to her and we are trying to figure out how/if we are related. Both of our ancestors immigrated from Czech (she even has a town name, I know nothing)...so I don’t think it’s just a coincidence. We are trying to figure out what that ONE missing link is though that connects us. She thinks maybe my great-grandfather (and her grandfather) were possibly cousins. Boy do I wish I could figure this out!
It’s amazing, after you’ve hit a wall and some time goes by a little piece of the puzzle gets found somehow. I might have to take a trip to the library soon, to research my lineage some more.
This is obviously going to always be an ongoing goal. I have started doing my genealogy a few years ago. I made a lot of progress in the beginning, but have over time hit more walls. I wish this was something I would have been interested in when I was younger and had my grandparents around to be able to talk to them about their family and what they knew. What people I have talked to, I really enjoyed hearing their stories.
I have a greater appreciation for the life I have now and I want to honor my ancestors by learning everything I can about them and go as far back as I possibly can. Every little bit of information I find or come across is as important as the next.
Doing your family tree is actually very addicting and such a humbling experience. It’s one thing when we think “oh gee if it weren’t for my mom and dad meeting that one day, or going out on that date…I wouldn’t exist”. I mean truthfully their actions led to your life.
BUT what we don’t think and appreciate is EVERY single person’s life path in your ancestry led to you being alive. Every choice they made, every person they met and fell in love with, every baby they had…all of those events led to you sitting there right now, reading this.
Think about it…