I joined Ancestry.com and began adding what names, birth dates, marriages, children, deaths I had from what my mom had written down. I scanned the census records but was frustrated that I have no access to any of those records after 1930. Next year they open up the census records of 1940.
This year I found some new information and even a photo of my father's parents that looks like from the 1930's (?). They look pretty happy though the house behind seems decrepit. Hope that wasn't where they were living.
I am on a mission to find out more about my mother's mom, my Nan, and her husband Eugene. Of course they must have wed after the 1930's census and therefore I can't find out anything. I know he was widowed and that union had a baby boy who died but while I can find the wife I can't find out what happened to their child. It is a mystery that is just one of infinite mysteries when searching back with genealogy.
I am attracted to all this simply because it is a story. It is the wonder of who my family are, where they lived and loved and died. It is hoping for connections to some distant relative that can answer or post a photo that I have never seen.
It is contagious. Worse than facebook. Hard to pull away from the computer when you keep looking deeper and deeper. I have a note book in addition to the computer to jot down names and dates to keep a rough draft of the family tree. Question marks, eraser marks from corrections and additions, then I feel like I am doing it wrong and wonder if I need to get a larger sheet out to do this off the computer.
Last night I had to pull myself away to cook dinner. My Love was outside doing who knows what, while I am clicking and reading to my hearts content. I managed to put some mixed grain brown rice on with some chicken broth knowing it would take 50 minutes to cook, then I was back in front of the screen. T. was going to BBQ /roast a chicken outside and I figured that when he came back in to do that I would pop the artichokes in a pot and that would be it for me. R. would set the table and the animals are all fed. Let's, see....I have 40 minutes to dig some more!
Yes, I am addicted. And as much as I am frustrated I am captivated. Who are all these people? Now I am going to find all the photos I took on a trip to Selma with my mom back in 1995. I was taking photos of grave stones. Yes, grave stones. Never knowing that they could be of some grand benefit to me all these years later! Hope I can read them. Even then I wish I could have done rubbings of some of the headstones since age has faded the writing to be illegible on many of them. Others I can scan and zoom to read.
If you find I haven't been commenting much or even writing....blame it on genealogy. Who knows what I will dig up!