We all come from somewhere, but I’m not convinced it holds that much importance.
Even after obtaining an idea of our history, traditions and a geographical spot, what does one do with the information? Perhaps hand it down to the kids or let it collect dust on a shelf.
Don’t get the wrong idea, history fascinates me. Daydreaming about living during another time is a common occurrence, until encountering the picture of me washing stone floors with a bucket of water and brush. (I really need to work on daydreams that make me some kind of royalty).
There are people who put too much stock in ancestry, spending waking hours trying to dig up the past. Not all expeditions come up with wonderful tales.
At different times in my life, people have explained their actions away with their nationality- “I’m (fill-in-the-blank) and that’s how we do things.” For example, how Italians raise their voice, the Irish/Russians drink…the ridiculous generalizations will end there. My apologies.
I took an ancestry test not long ago and the results were quite fascinating. Some information came as a surprise, but most info was exactly as I suspected.
Researching family lines is like going down the mother of all rabbit holes. The twists and turns seem infinite, with no guarantee where you’ll end up.
The odds that we are spinning on this orb…that men and women had to survive through the ages for us to be alive is astronomical. Nothing short of miraculous.
I used to spend time researching ancestry until realizing that my family history, although it deserves my respect, is not nearly as important as living in the present.
I’d like to think my peeps would understand.
Love you, friends!! ❤ Have a great weekend!
“The ancestor of every action is a thought.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson
“May the Lord our God be with us as he was with our ancestors; may he never leave us nor forsake us.” – 1 Kings 8:57