Posts Tagged ‘52 Weeks of Abundant Genealogy’
So, I’m a little late to the party here. RootsMagic is giving away a free iPad and I entered the contest today, which involved visiting a bunch of different blogs for clues. Along the way, I added several new blogs to my feed reader. One of them, Ruth’s Genealogy, had a post referencing 52 Weeks of Abundant Genealogy, a series of blogging prompts. Since one of my resolutions was to try to blog here once a week (and I’ve been failing miserably), I figured better late than never. Though I’m not new to blogging, this particular blog is still very much in its infancy and I haven’t quite fleshed out what I want it to be. Perhaps this will help.
This weeks challenge:
Week 5 – Life Experiences: Sometimes the challenges in life provide the best learning experiences. Can you find an example of this in your own family tree? Which brick wall ancestor are you most thankful for, and how did that person shape your family history experience?
Well, when you put it that way, I realize just how much of a newbie I am at this hobby. I haven’t gotten far enough into my genealogy to have multiple brick walls yet. However, I do have one and that is establishing the identity of my great great grandmother. And yes, I would say this has been an excellent learning experience.
My great grandmother was Emma Adelia Briggs Foster. Her mother, the elusive g-g-grandmother, died when Emma was a young girl. Without getting into the nitty gritty details, my quest to find her identity has given me a taste of several different research methods. Every answer I’ve found has raised more questions. While I still do not have a positive ID, I’m closer to finding the truth than I think anyone else is at this point. It’s been hard for me to set this particular line aside to work on others, but I know when I do, the experience I’ve gained through searching for Emma’s mother will prove invaluable when researching other lines.
I feel a connection to these women, and by that, I mean both my g-g-grandmother and Emma. I’m not sure which one of them is behind the driving force of this connection, but I do know that I can’t visit Marion without stopping at the cemetery where Emma is buried to say hello. And I have choked up more than once.
Whichever one it is, I’m thankful that she continues to inspire me not to give up. Given my recent health crisis and my internal debate over finishing grad school, finding that kind of motivation is priceless.