ge·ne·al·o·gy (j n - l -j , - l -, j n -). n. pl. ge·ne·al·o·gies. 1. A record or table of the descent of a person, family, or group from an ancestor or ancestors; a family tree.
The Story Tellers
We are the chosen…In each
family there is one who seems to be called to find the ancestors; to put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family their story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Genealogy
is not a cold gathering of facts; instead it is breathing life
into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as if it were in our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: “Tell our story.” And so we do…in them we find ourselves.
Genealogy is one of my main interests. When I was in high school, I was required to include a family tree in one of my assignments. I consulted my aunt Edith, who was the family genealogist. Since that time, I have thoroughly enjoyed collecting family data.
Along with Genealogy, I spend time on the Findagrave site. I am a volunteer photographer for the site. My husband and I spend quite a few days during the summer taking photographs of tombstones.
I use Family Tree Maker 2012 and Ancestry.com to record all information. I currently have more than 16,000 individuals in my family tree. The major families that I research are Stephenson, McBride, Jordahl, Boyum, Mellin, Huseby, Hukee, Anderson, Johnson, Torgerson, Share, Lewison and Gordon. My relatives came from Norway and settled in southeastern Minnesota. My husband's family came from Norway, Sweden, England, Ireland and Scotland. If you are interested in learning more about my research, you may contact me at: email@example.com
Are you hooked on genealogy?
· Your kids think picnics in cemeteries are normal and that EVERYBODY does it.
· You have more pictures of tombstones than of the kids.
· You can't drive past a cemetery without wondering if your ancestors are buried there.
· You ask all the people you meet what their grandparents' surnames are.
· You go on vacation and beg your hubby to please drive 80 miles out of the way so that you can try and find your granddaddy's grave in 100 degree heat.
· Youthful fantasies of traveling to exotic places are replaced with plans to get to those little towns with graveyards or larger towns with archives.