That's who I am

When you click on the individual names, it tells you their birth and death date and where they lived

I've been home sick today. AGAIN. That's twice in less than two months. 

The end may be near, people.

Anyway, so I get bored when I am at home sick. It loses it's "I'm not at work" thrill after about 11 minutes.

So I found THIS. Which is actually part of THIS. 

My patriarchal blessing talks alot about me learning about and doing work for my ancestors. That they are waiting for and counting on me.

That's one of the reasons I asked for that DNA test for my birthday. 

I haven't done very well in this area.

I'm sad to say that I don't even really know that much about my grandparents. 

In the last few years I've learned that:

My grandpa Hinsdale was actually a Marine, not in the Air Force like I thought (though he was a pilot during the war) He had a Silver Star. My dad says he would never talk about the war.

My grandma Hinsdale was one of like 10 kids. But her dad left her mom and had 8 kids with someone else. Or something like that. Her only full brother was named David. Which is where my dad gets his name. 

My grandmom Wilson (mom's mom) was the oldest of 5. When she was very young her mother left the family and moved back to Ireland. She never saw her again and knows nothing about what happened to her. My grandmother was raised in foster care. My mom has never met her grandmother.

My grandfather Wilson's mom was married before she married his dad. She always told my mom that her first marriage was to a mobster. Which I think is probably the truth.

And that is just what I've learned about my grandparents. I can't imagine all that I don't know about my earlier family. I wish I knew something. Anything.

So, I know this 

and this

Other Random Things I know:

Hinsdales have been in America for over 400 years. Since the 1600's. My dad says they weren't on the Mayflower but probably the next ship over. I am probably somewhere between a 16th to 20th generation American.

Wilson's came over during the potato famine. I think.

I'm more Irish than anything else. 

In conclusion (of another rambling post): 

It's kind of odd the stuff you think about when you are sick. I've been thinking about my ancestors, Jake Gyllenhaal's hotness, learning to make cold hot chocolate, and how I can convince Sugar to wear a Santa suit. 

So, another amazing and productive sick day under my belt. 

Lori Ann