Growing up, I had two very different experiences when it came to family history. Thankfully, I was privileged to have a few members on both sides of my family who reveled in remembering loved ones and special times.
However, also prevalent were those family members who stayed silent on kin long gone and days gone by. Entire lines of my ancestry were erased, it seemed. These missing branches left huge gaps in our family tree.
As I got older, the voices of these unknown ancestors seem to whisper in my subconscious, begging me to discover who they were and remember their accomplishments and aspirations. By finding them, I found myself.
Here are just a few of our ancestors’ stories.