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sense of history, of context, the cautionary tales you can get. I have a great-grandfather (father's father's father), for example, who left his wife during one of those repeated 'panics' in the late 1800's, hit the road, did who-knows-what day labor or whatever, ended up dying in a rail yard. One of the Bok, Muir, & Trickett cd's has a wonderful song called "I never knew my grandad" that could've been written about him.
There's also the talking with the old folks, who come up with the most astonishing things. While I was in high school I was friends with my father's mother's mother, who lived in a little shack in Broad Ripple, Indianapolis. She had a pump for water in her kitchen and an outhouse. She was in her 80's at the time, which in that day was pretty daggone old. She sort of raised dandelions in her yard - harvested the flowers in the mid-day (so they'd be open with no ants in them) to make wine (which she made sweet, tasting very much like a dessert sherry), picked the leaves for 'greens' which she boiled the bejabbers out of, with salt pork and which tasted pretty good. And she dug up the roots, sliced and dried them, then steeped them in hot water to make a really nasty drink that she said tasted like coffee. She was wrong on that point. She had been married three times, outliving all her husbands, starting at age 17, and her first house had a dirt floor. And she was quite progressive and active politically, getting jailed three times in her youth for marching for the vote.
My wife's mother, as well, was full of fascinating stories. She was much better educated than my great-grandmother, being a university professor, and that alone was very unusual in Korea (she was Korean) at that time. To go along with that, she was from a family with political connections going back several hundred years, so was all full of inside stories of what really happened. Great stuff to listen to.
My dad's family comes from northern England/ southern Scotland, although I haven't made the connection from an ancestor who was born in Pennsylvania about 1800 any further back. My mother's family is English, and they're connected all the way back to a family from northeast of London, a town called Brentwood and nearby Wrightsbridge (it's the Wright family), and they're dated to the time of Henry VIII. We went to see the ancestral home, a place called Kelvedon Hall, and the people there were very gracious about showing us around. They pointed out interesting things like an arrangement of four pine trees on the west side of the manor, a signal to Roman Catholics during the time of the persecutions that this was a safe haven. Also, I looked in family records in Chichester, and found an ancestor who got in trouble for selling beer short measure, during the late 1600's sometime. ~sigh~.
It really is a lot of fun, and interesting. However - note of warning - most of my sibs, who are adopted, find this neither relevant nor interesting, with the possible exception of stories about immediate ancestors & their influence on the family. For example - my father's father grew up in a single mother household - how did that influence my father? That sort of thing.
So, go to it - have fun, you'll likely discover even more cousins you never knew about.
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