Keep On Trucking, dalereed!
My Grandmother died at the age of 94, always hoping to get to 100.
Her second husband was born into a plantation in SC, which had slaves. When he was a little tiny thing, he’d go missing and they’d find him in the slaves’ quarters, tucked-up and enjoying chitlins with them. (He loved chitlins all of his life.)
He had wanted to go into the US military, as a young man; but his father was so bitter about ‘The War’, that he forbade it. So, the son became a lawyer; and after his father died, he joined the military. Nobody that I know of in my family, had left Virginia since the 1600s, until this good man married my Granny, and brought her to DC, where he worked for the War Department.
When you know something about your ancestors - little, everyday things about them - and you can touch back through only one or two people over more than a century, History really comes alive for you.
=JT
Indeed. Across the panoply.
May God Bless....
You discover the strangest things when looking around in family history. I knew that I had possible family in VA, told to me by a Prof at UA, who looked remarkably like my Uncle Alma.
I started some research out of boredom and found that a branch of my family settled in Christ Church in 1636. That was a surprise, seems that there at a lot more Little Bills out there than I though.