It seems I've found a new addiction. Not it's not tobacco or any other noxious herb or brew, rather it's genealogy. Maybe you've gotten it too? There is something so fascinating about studying what went on before us, before we were even thought of or about. I'm not saying I understand all of the ancestor's motivations, I don't. I'm not even sure I even understand adequately the time period that they lived in -- I don't.
I know that I've learned a great deal more about where I came from, and if on believes in generational memory (which I do), why I am the way I am. I understand (and maybe that's too strong a word) why certain curses have followed in my family's blood line, I hope so -- I want to. But the fact of the matter is that the more that I learn about who they were maybe -- just maybe I will learn who they really were? One can only hope.
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