It is week two in the 52 Ancestors in 52 Week’s writing challenge. This week’s prompt is Favorite Photo.
“That’s should be easy,” I thought, “as I have tons of pictures. With 3,649 images in my family tree, there’s bound to be a photo or two that would qualify as a favorite.”
Categories: Brickwall Ancestors, Cole-Marriner Line, Everyday People, This Is My Life
Tags: 52Ancestors, ancestry, biography, childhood, family history, family photos, family tree, genealogy, growing up, my life, writing challenge
I hate to admit it, but in my teenage and young adult years, I was an expert at pushing my mother’s buttons. (If I haven’t said it lately, so sorry about that, Mom.)
It seemed like every time she spoke, I would respond with high-pitched whines, ever-rolling eyes, and yeah whatevers. (It really, really is a miracle that I made it to adulthood!) Worse yet, I would argue the opposite of what she was saying. If my mother stated that the sky was blue, I would claim that it had a tint of red. If she commented that it was cold outside, I would swear that I was hot. And if she yelled, “Turn down that #$&* noise!”, naturally, I cranked up the volume. (Yep, I was THAT kid…)
As a family historian, I love learning about ancestral lives. Delving deep into the decades, I experience (albeit vicariously) my predecessors’ ups, downs, and moments between. I then take their stories and share them with others, hoping that with each word I write, a part of them lives again (at least in our hearts).
Five years ago on this blog, I posed these questions:
Did any of my ancestors ever experience any type of precognition?
Can intuition be part of a person’s genome?
Obviously, hair and eye color are genetic, although they occasionally skip a generation or two. Unfortunately, male-pattern baldness and myopia also are hereditary, as are food allergies and Roman toes. Heck, even quirky personality traits or an abysmal fashion sense can run in family lines.
But what if what you have inherited is something outside of the norm? “Are we,” as I pondered so long ago, “chromosomally connected in more ways than can be currently documented by DNA?”
As a family historian, I endeavor to breathe life into my ancestors by telling their tales. Taking aged documents, diaries, letters, and photographs, I try to recreate my predecessors’ realities, using our words and my imagination. Everyone has a story to share.