All posts tagged: geneology

Ruth Jackson Green

Its In The Blood

Bloodlines are important to some people and I find genealogical work very interesting, exciting, and sometimes frustrating.  Most of the work done on my family tree was accomplished by Grands who had the time, money, and inclination to get into a car and drive to the courthouse or collect data from family bibles protected by various relatives.  Ancestry.com makes the search much easier though one still needs to be careful to not create family connections that aren’t really there; be sure you are looking into the same person each time. Anyway, this article is not about genealogy but about generational challenges or troubles that follow a bloodline. Some would argue that these challenges, depression, anger, poverty, are the ‘sins of the father’ visited down into the 3rd and 4th generations (Exodus 20:5).  For example, a parent with a gambling problem (sin) can produce a ‘curse’ of poverty and debt that is passed down to the children, who can then pass it down to their children, etc. Learned behavior or a curse?  Tomato, tomahto. I am currently …

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My Grandmother Elsea died a few months ago, just months prior to her 100th birthday; much history and knowledge left with her.  During one of my last visits, I was able to glean a few insights. My Grandmother grew up in Kelly’s Ford Virginia, on a farm and was part of a generation that witnessed the arrival of cars and electricity…to individual homesteads.  She spent most of her early years either walking places or, when offered, catching a ride with someone who owned a horse and buggy.  This picture was taken the day after her wedding; an afternoon wedding and no electricity means, everyone gets dressed the next day for pictures.  She was married November 29, 1941. What I learned at this last visit was that the family raised pigs and milk cows, yet never slaughtered a cow for their personal use.  She reminded me that they did not have electricity and had no way to keep the beef from spoiling – there was just too much of it.  Hog meat, though, could be salted …