Thursday, February 9, 2012
A dapper working man . . .
I mentioned here that not only was I the eldest of twelve (two adopted), but my parents each had nine siblings -- in other words, a huge extended family. Primarily because of geography, I scarcely know the 50 cousins on my mother's side. In fact, I doubt I've seen any of them for at least 15 years, and many of them not for 40!
But one of my cousins got the brilliant idea to start a "Secret Group" on Facebook (I believe that's a Facebook term, obviously not a particularly effective one, as the secret's now out!), and within two weeks of her starting it, we have 85 members, all related (either by blood, adoption, or marriage) to my maternal grandparents. And it's been fascinating to watch the pooled knowledge beginning to take shape, with various cousins uploading photos such as the one above. Another cousin has started a blog on which she's outlining the lineage and history, tracing the line back to 17th-century France. I knew some of this when I wrote my post about the connections I found in Paris with my grandmother's lost language, her little missal, my treasure. But the connections are becoming much more concrete, and I'm tempted to try to make it to my ancestor's small village near Lyon, perhaps this May.
Meanwhile, I'm enjoying this image of my handsome grandfather in this postcard he sent his sister. My cousin notes that on its back Grandpa has written that he'd been hit on the back of his head by a piece of wood while working at the sawmill, but after getting 2 or 3 stitches, he'd gone right back to work. Now I'm looking forward to an eventual family reunion where perhaps I'll have a chance to turn the card over and see my grandfather's words in his own writing, from 100 years ago. . .
What photos have surfaced from the past to surprise you, broadening your vision of family history? I'm sure there are a few. Do tell. . .