These are my great great and great Grandmothers- Ada and Naomi I have learned alot in the last 24 hours as I've immersed myself in family history. I've learned that through my Dad's family I am a 13th generation American. Our ancestor Robert Hinsdale came over in 1632- 12 years after the Mayflower. He was later killed by Indians in a dramatic standoff (along with 3 of his sons) I've learned that after 4 generations, my mother's family kind of disappears into the ether. And not that I know everything about even those 4. The more I learn, the more there is to learn. I find one relative and that leads me to a million others. Great aunts and uncles and their children, whom I've never heard of. Generations of my family. Most of whom are directly responsible for me even being here. And I don't know them. I don't know why I feel so inspired to do this. I wonder what God wants me to find. We shall see. Lori Ann |
Sunday, February 9, 2014
How she's gonna find her way back home
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