The past few weeks, I've been living and breathing genealogy, and it's hard coming up for air.
I've done more or less with it off and on in the past. But given that most of my research perforce had to be over the Internet, it seemed I had hit brick walls on pretty much all my lines. More would have to wait until I had the money to travel to some archival library or at least could afford to subscribe to Ancestry.com.
Then this past February, I started watching this season's run of Who Do You Think You Are? And I thought to myself, Well, maybe there's something new on the Internet that was posted since I looked last.
There was. On the site Findagrave.com, there was a report on the burial site of my three-times great grandfather. And one for his wife, my ggggrandma, whose name I hadn't known before. And a list of some of their children. It overlapped the family's enumeration on the 1850 census, which I'd accessed via microfiche and printed out on a trip to Washington, D.C., in 2005, so I knew it was the right guy. I e-mailed the man who'd posted the Find a Grave memorial to tell him about the missing older brothers and sisters (including my 2x great grandpa). He immediately replied back, and joy, joy, he turned out to be a fourth cousin, he supplied me with further info about our mutual forebears going back to colonial days (including our family's reputed relationship to Daniel Boone-- it's true, he'd be first cousin to both of us, several times removed), sent me a facsimile copy of an important document or two, and generally broke the logjam for that branch of the family at least.
I'd been messing around with Geni.com since 2009 when my niece Micki* started entering the family info onto it, and after I talked with cousin George*, I logged back on and filled in the members he'd supplied me with.
Only trouble is, since I'd last looked at it, my tree had been overrun by unknown putative distant cousins (or whatever) who've added to my tree without my permission, merging theirs with it so it had tons of duplicates, sticking in folks with only initials for first names, and most annoying of all, modifying the profiles of close deceased family members that only my mom and my siblings have any direct relationship to. Carp. I'd thought it was bad enough when my niece put women in under their latest married instead of their maiden names. The state of my tree was scary, and without getting "permission" from a lot of unknowns, there was little or nothing I could do about it.
Worse, I read online that Geni.com is infamous for violations of privacy, that their goal is to make one worldwide family tree, and who cares if it's accurate or not. Me, I don't care about everyone in the world. The family tree I'm interested is mine.
So I blew the money for the Legacy software, the Deluxe paid version, because it has what's supposed to be a handy way to enter sources. I've already had one extensive Family Tree Maker tree go into the cyber bit bucket thanks (no thanks) to faulty backup software and to my reluctance to post it online with no sources attached.
In time, my new genealogy software arrived. But it wasn't the most user-friendly program I've come across, so I let it, and my family research, alone for a month or two.
But then, towards the end of April, I got a positively juicy idea. Now that I've got more information, wouldn't my mother like an updated version of her chart for Mother's Day? Oh yes, oh yes. I figured out how to use Legacy 7.5, I got out my paper files, and off I went.
And off I've gone, and gone, and gone. For all of a sudden, a lot of the brick walls are tumbling down. Where it came to one particular line on my mother's mother's side, I hit the, um, mother lode. Pay dirt. Grandparent after grandparent after grandparent, good, credible, documented progenitors, going back literally to the Dark Ages. So of course, since I've got the information, I have to add it in.
There's a line in Shakespeare's Macbeth that goes, "What! will the line stretch out to the crack of doom?" And that's how it feels, only in this case it isn't a family line into the future, it's the one into the past. Thanks to this one ancestress sometime in the 1500s, I find I'm directly descended from most of the Irish, Scottish, Pictish, Welsh, and even a couple of the Saxon kings who stomped around waging war and exercising their petty tribal authority the length and breadth of Great Britain after the Romans pulled out. I'm not descended from Macbeth himself, thank goodness, but apparently Duncan, the king he killed (in battle, not in his bed, it turns out) is some sort of multiply-great uncle . . .
What I think about all that, with theological reflections, needs to go in another post. The point is that I've somehow grown obsessive about this. Addicted, more like it. Here it is, what? four weeks after Mother's Day, and I feel I can't send the chart to my mom until it's finished. I stay up all hours working on this, I'm neglecting my house renovations and my English teacher certification studies, I dream at night of filling in the blanks on the Legacy family pages, and fathers of mothers and mothers of fathers call to me, saying, "Add me in! I'm here, add me in, too!". It's actually a relief when I settle that some ancestor reputed to be descended from British nobility really is not (Matthew Howard, I'm talking about you), because British nobility and gentry were so damned conscientious about documenting their pedigrees, and if I really am related, I have to put them in. That's how enslaved to this process I've become.
And oh, the mess it makes when they start marrying their cousins, especially cousins once and twice removed! Even today's advanced charting software can cope with that only by duplicating the trees. As it is, my mom's chart is almost four feet high-- goodbye to the idea of printing it out at home and taping it all together. But how can I leave all that out? I mean, won't she get a kick out of knowing that she's the 49th-great granddaughter of Old King Cole?
I've gone back in time, I'm scarcely living in the present at all, and don't be surprised if you hear I've painted my body blue.
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All this said, see this post here.
