Ancestor-ing

Yep . . .been ancestor-ing a lot lately.

It so reminds me of the days 

when I would need to find something

for my classroom

and I would start searching the web . . . 

and searching, 

and searching,

and searching .  . . 

you get the picture.

I always found the search 

more fun 

than the actual final product

Same with this genealogy kick.

It is just so much fun

to actually hit on 

a phrase that opens up a "find."

I'll start giggling

and the husband will say,

"Did you find the mother lode again?"

I have found the

"mother lodes" for both my

maternal and paternal grandfathers.

Makes me wonder 

if their wives

just materialized from somewhere.

Specially my paternal grandmother's mother,

Jennie Bryan.

The only documentation I can find on her

is in my Grandmother's obituary.

Oh, and once she is listed

in the school enumeration 

of the county they lived in in 1899.

But no birth, marriage or death record.

If, and when we go home next,

 i.e. Matt's forth coming nuptials,

I MUST get to the

Cass and Fulton County courthouses for

birth certificates,

marriage licenses

and death certificates. 

I thought my 

maternal grandfather's family

was  a mess . . . 

you should see 

the husband's paternal family tree!

I swear . . . 

up until his father's generation

every family

had at least 8,000,000 kids per household

and I'm not exaggerating!

Well, maybe a little,

but I'll bet each family

had at least 8 kids

and they ALL SURVIVED ! ! !

Well, if I were a gold miner,

when it comes to the husband's family,

I've hit several mother lodes . . .  

I should be a MILLIONAIRE!

TTFN.

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