I’ve been getting back into genealogy research lately, because I don’t have enough projects to keep me busy, yah right.
On my dad’s side, I can trace one shoot back to about 1600 in England, with very early immigration to what would become Massachusetts. Pretty exciting stuff, reading about long ago ancestors fighting in King Philip’s War and the Revolutionary War, owning large farms and mills, and generally being interesting colonial people. (With the family name Blood, how could they not be cool? Still looking for any links to pirates.)
On my mom’s side, I can trace her father’s ancestry back about as far back in Sweden, thanks to a cool hand-written family tree her father passed down.
But on my mom’s mother’s side? Her grandparents are the oldest generation, and for them and their relatives I have almost no information. Thanks to the Holocaust, it’s a complete dead end. The only thing I can find is that some of them indeed died, in Auschwitz and Riga, Latvia. Thanks to some combination of luck and pluck, my grandmother made her way to Shanghai, China where she met my grandfather and continued our family line. Otherwise we’d all be not even memories, just some tiny bits of data about lost grandparents in some backwater of the internet.
Bleh. Maybe I have reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder, and I’m depressed because of lack of snow and balmy weather!!