This is my entry for Second Chance Idol (http://www.therealljidol.dreamwidth.org). This week we get an open topic, meaning we can write about anything. I'll update later when there is a voting link to share.
The Garden Path
(for my mother's mother's mothers)
I am the daughter of Vivian,
who was the daughter of Ella,
who was the daughter of Senora,
who was the daughter of Hannah,
who was the daughter of Cathrina,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Anna Margaretha,
who was the daughter of Anna Catherina,
who was the daughter of Veronica,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Susannah,
who was the daughter of Rachel,
who was the daughter of Jeanne,
who was the daughter of Jeanne.
And in this way, I unravel our path:
from my hometown in Central Pennsylvania
back through Pennsylvania Coal Country
to Philadelphia
by way of New York City
through The Netherlands
to the Champagne-Ardenne region of France.
My father believes I have a "French nose,"
perhaps a mitochrondrial trait, if I am,
indeed, descended from these French
Huguenots, whose ancient roots
sprung from fertile earth in Picardy,
north of Paris. That green place
birthed Pierre Cresson, gardener
to the Prince of Orange, known as
Pierre le Gardinier. From Picardy, perhaps,
the seed of my mother's green thumb,
her love of botany: documented in the bright
pastels she left behind.
I trace back my matrilineal names:
from me, a Wilson,
daughter of a Starr,
daughter of a Hinkle,
daughter of a Hampton,
daughter of a Yoder,
daughter of a Trautman,
daughter of a Pfeiffer,
daughter of a Muller,
daughter of a Warner,
daughter of a Cassell,
daughter of a DeLaPlaine,
daughter of a Cresson,
daughter of a Clauss,
daughter of a Famelar,
daughter of a Colle.
If the work of my supposed cousins
holds, I am lucky to connect
these points along a circuitous path, from
my 2019 all the way to 1572. Now,
I unfold this rough map, sketched
by others, and examine all stopping points.
So far, success: two certain links
between Hannah and Cathrina,
my second and third great-grandmothers.
Now to suss out Susannah. With that
established, the pathway will root
in records and documents, thanks to
Pierre Le Gardinier.
As I weed the path from Cathrina
to Susannah, I wonder what we share.
The way we bite our lips in thought?
Our clear-eyed ability
to evaluate those around us? Powers
of perception, elevated or earthly?
My mother's bright blue eyes,
my Nana's hazel laughter,
great-grandmother's stoic stare,
great-great-grandmother's poise.
So different, all of them, but I see
the thread unwinding. I long
to tell our stories, the oft-forgotten
others of history books. From "wife of"
to mother, grandmother, matriarch.
The Ardennes region of France, a bright green valley with clear-running stream and tiny white buildings.
The Garden Path
(for my mother's mother's mothers)
I am the daughter of Vivian,
who was the daughter of Ella,
who was the daughter of Senora,
who was the daughter of Hannah,
who was the daughter of Cathrina,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Anna Margaretha,
who was the daughter of Anna Catherina,
who was the daughter of Veronica,
who was the daughter of Susanna,
who was the daughter of Susannah,
who was the daughter of Rachel,
who was the daughter of Jeanne,
who was the daughter of Jeanne.
And in this way, I unravel our path:
from my hometown in Central Pennsylvania
back through Pennsylvania Coal Country
to Philadelphia
by way of New York City
through The Netherlands
to the Champagne-Ardenne region of France.
My father believes I have a "French nose,"
perhaps a mitochrondrial trait, if I am,
indeed, descended from these French
Huguenots, whose ancient roots
sprung from fertile earth in Picardy,
north of Paris. That green place
birthed Pierre Cresson, gardener
to the Prince of Orange, known as
Pierre le Gardinier. From Picardy, perhaps,
the seed of my mother's green thumb,
her love of botany: documented in the bright
pastels she left behind.
I trace back my matrilineal names:
from me, a Wilson,
daughter of a Starr,
daughter of a Hinkle,
daughter of a Hampton,
daughter of a Yoder,
daughter of a Trautman,
daughter of a Pfeiffer,
daughter of a Muller,
daughter of a Warner,
daughter of a Cassell,
daughter of a DeLaPlaine,
daughter of a Cresson,
daughter of a Clauss,
daughter of a Famelar,
daughter of a Colle.
If the work of my supposed cousins
holds, I am lucky to connect
these points along a circuitous path, from
my 2019 all the way to 1572. Now,
I unfold this rough map, sketched
by others, and examine all stopping points.
So far, success: two certain links
between Hannah and Cathrina,
my second and third great-grandmothers.
Now to suss out Susannah. With that
established, the pathway will root
in records and documents, thanks to
Pierre Le Gardinier.
As I weed the path from Cathrina
to Susannah, I wonder what we share.
The way we bite our lips in thought?
Our clear-eyed ability
to evaluate those around us? Powers
of perception, elevated or earthly?
My mother's bright blue eyes,
my Nana's hazel laughter,
great-grandmother's stoic stare,
great-great-grandmother's poise.
So different, all of them, but I see
the thread unwinding. I long
to tell our stories, the oft-forgotten
others of history books. From "wife of"
to mother, grandmother, matriarch.
My matrilineal line: me; my mother, Vivian Starr; my Nana, Ella Hinkle; my great-grandmother, Senora Hampton; and my 2x great-grandmother, Hannah Yoder
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Date: 2019-01-16 07:51 am (UTC)From:If you were really interested, you could get a trial membership at Ancestry.com, put in the information you know and start searching. Or, if you don't to pay anything, there is a crowdsourced family tree project called FamilySearch.org. There is one unique page for each person there, but information on living individuals is only visible to the people who create or edit that information. Importantly, you can search for records there, for free, and it tends to be a slightly wider selection than is typically available at Ancestry. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints (a.k.a. Mormon church), which runs FamilySearch.org and also owns Ancestry, has family history centers all over the country where you can go and get in-person help, as well. Decades ago, when my paternal grandmother was researching our family, she got a lot of help from them, as evidenced by correspondence she kept from her conversations with them and with other genealogists.
A simple search revealed this page as a possible starting point for you:
https://www.familysearch.org/wiki/en/Colombia_Genealogy
There are also specific genealogical organizations out there who can assist with specialized searches.
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Date: 2019-01-16 11:19 am (UTC)From:Thank you for all the links!
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Date: 2019-01-16 12:47 pm (UTC)From:I also believe there are ways to take your results from one test and upload them onto another site to make the analysis go further. However, I haven't tried to do that.
When talking to family members, listen to everything, especially anything that's unusual or stands out. I was able to figure out an entire branch of my husband's maternal family because of a specific family story that told me that they'd been descended from a family of doctors in a small Connecticut town. Fortunately, back in the early 1800s, most towns only had one doctor!
On my dad's side, his biological grandfather had never married his grandmother, and in fact, she'd continued using her late husband's name (Wilson). I was able to identify my biological great-grandfather, George W. Eutsler, from two facts: his unusual last name and his profession, which was running a lumber mill.
So take notes of anything they tell you. That unique information will help.
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Date: 2019-01-16 12:59 pm (UTC)From:I know my mom would be so fascinated. She always talked about her mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, and I know she wanted to know more. <3 My mum's sister and brother started tracing their family history a few years before my maternal grandma passed away and she was always so intrigued by everything they would find and sometimes even cried when they would find old photos and such. It was such a touching thing to see her reactions. I'm sure your mum would be thrilled and enthralled by it all as well <3
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Date: 2019-01-16 01:05 pm (UTC)From:The closest I've gotten to royalty is that my paternal grandmother's family was supposed descended from William the Marshall, who was a knight in service of Henry II. However, looking through my grandmother's genealogical research, I have not yet found the direct connection. It might have been a family story. Maybe that can be my next task, after the matrilineal line!
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Date: 2019-01-16 01:44 pm (UTC)From:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_II_of_Sicily is one of my ancestors and my friend and I are related via his first cousin once removed, : https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_de_Tracy (Henry II was his first cousin once removed!)
I have not yet found the direct connection. It might have been a family story. Maybe that can be my next task, after the matrilineal line! :D
It's amazing to think that if you could find the connection, we could also be distantly related. This stuff is seriously just fascinating to me. I've always been into history in general and could spend my entire researching things!
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Date: 2019-01-16 03:59 pm (UTC)From:LIke you, I love history but have always been more interested in the cultural side of it: how people lived. I have learned so much through my research about the colonization of the United States and the various reasons that my ancestors came here.
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Date: 2019-01-18 01:03 am (UTC)From:I like the use of poetry in this piece.
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Date: 2019-01-18 06:42 pm (UTC)From:None of that has anything to do with the work here which was very well done and a joy to read.
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Date: 2019-01-19 03:43 pm (UTC)From:I know so little of my family history, when I was in highschool I was assigned a family genealogy protect and wrote a story about how I was a faerie changeling who was "switched" and wrote the lineage of my "true" family :D
Luckily I had a cool teacher who gave me a passing grade because I had understood the spirit of the assignment even if my great great great great great... grandparents probably weren't tuatha de danann/sidhe