Looking for an elusive ancestor is sometimes an ” I want to pull my hair out endeavour.” It is amazing to me that I can go back to 1500 something with one ancestor and with another, I can’t get past 1800.
I suppose, that as an adopted child, I should be glad I’ve gotten as far as I have. I was fortunate, and I know this, in having known my biological parents. I can’t imagine where my research would be without that.
I recently spent 25 dollars to try and get my original birth certificate. Instead I got a letter saying they needed more information at the cost of another 20 dollars. I didn’t pursue it. It’s not really something I need, I just thought it would be nice to have.
As I’ve been writing my novel, I realize that certain things from my family tree are sneaking in there. For instance, names for characters. A name for a certain character pops into my head and then later, I see that name in my tree.
I find a certain character behaves in a certain way and it reminds me of something about one of my ancestors. I say this to bring back my original reason for this blog. Ancestral memories. No matter how they come to us, they are inside us whether we can feel or connect to them. I truly believe we are more than just a product of their DNA but a product of their entire being, including memories.
So, maybe they are trying to give me hints in my novel. Wouldn’t that be great. Like they’re saying, here we are come find us. 😊