Do you ever wonder about the little children and babies in the graveyards? Sometimes, it is easy to figure out. Lots of tombstones within weeks and months of each other = sickness swept the community. Babies right next to, or included on their mother's tombstone. Died at or shortly after birth along with their mother. Sometimes, it is harder. One child with no others of that surname nearby. Was it a family passing through, only there for a few months or years? Did they die of an illness? An accident? Born too early to survive?
I have an ancestor who lost a 6 year old to scarlet fever. They left her behind when they moved further West to Montana. Another ancestor lost her baby shortly after traveling from England to America then overland 2000 miles to the Salt Lake Valley. What did they feel?
A friend of mine just lost a second child to an illness several years
after she lost her very first child to the same illness. I know the
story behind that child's tombstone. I have become acquainted with
several other stories behind some more modern tombstones. It gives me an
appreciation for the feelings that those early settlers, ancestors, and
neighbors went through when they had to bury their children.
As a genealogy hobbiest in general with a decent background in professional research, I have always been interested in the story behind people. I can't look at a name and a date without thinking about what was going on at the time, how this person may have been affected, and what could I do to find out more. I enjoy nothing more than fleshing out the story of a person. If something doesn't seem right, I pursue it until I know more.
04 June 2013
14 May 2013
Relatives in random places
You never know when you'll run in to a relative. A few stories.
My husband attended a conference recently. One of the last presentations he went to, somebody struck up a conversation with him about his surname. The other gentleman had the same surname in his ancestry. Maybe they were related. Semi-common surname, multiple branches unrelated to each other around here. Chances were small. But, it turned out to be true.
One of my brothers met a girl on a blind date. No big deal. Second date, somehow the name of her great grandma came up in conversation. My brother's reaction: "I think we're related." The name? Kezia. And we are.
My sister-in-law ended up marrying her husband because during a class somebody brought up Stephen Markham. She piped up that he was an ancestor. Future spouse said "Mine, too." They began to chat afterwards, and ended up dating and marrying.
My husband attended a conference recently. One of the last presentations he went to, somebody struck up a conversation with him about his surname. The other gentleman had the same surname in his ancestry. Maybe they were related. Semi-common surname, multiple branches unrelated to each other around here. Chances were small. But, it turned out to be true.
One of my brothers met a girl on a blind date. No big deal. Second date, somehow the name of her great grandma came up in conversation. My brother's reaction: "I think we're related." The name? Kezia. And we are.
My sister-in-law ended up marrying her husband because during a class somebody brought up Stephen Markham. She piped up that he was an ancestor. Future spouse said "Mine, too." They began to chat afterwards, and ended up dating and marrying.
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