Why do some people get the genealogy bug, and others don’t? I’ve been thinking about this a lot since two of my Aunts, my mom and one of my cousins have taken a trip to Canada to research the origins of my Grandma’s Father. All I know of the situation is that Great Grandpa came to America either with Great Grandma or met her here in Canada. At any rate, they got married, and my Grandma was born in Regina, Saskatchewan. When my grandmother was 12, they moved to Wisconsin (they think) and then finally to St. Paul, Minnesota.
If genealogy provided stories about their lives and/or funny antidotes, I would maybe be more enthused, but I just can’t get into it, but feel as if I should. I loved nothing more than to sit with Grandpa Tschida and coax stories out of him about his childhood and young married life. Those images came to life in my head far more vividly than genealogy research can stimulate my imagination.
Don’t get me wrong, I am forever grateful for the info that others have worked hard to unearth, but I just don’t want to go to the work of doing it myself! I hope that Mom, Aunt Barb, Aunt Marge and Mary find everything they are looking for plus much more. I am also hoping that they actually find the house my Grandma lived in and take a photo, but I don’t even think it’s on their agenda. Maybe the house isn’t even there anymore. Those are the things that fascinate me. Where did my Great Grandfather work? Is the place he worked still there? A photograph would be awesome. What did Great Grandma do? Did she take care of things at home?
Back in those days, photography was more of an extravagance than it is today. Imagine how much info overload our future generations will have. We’ve made it incredibly easy for future gens…but maybe it will have taken all the fun out of detecting…hmmm.
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I agree future gens will have a lot to access, and as they are more savvy than our past gens they could well grab it faster. Loosing the thrill of the search.
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