Anyone who has done their own
genealogical research will find themselves, after a moment of discovery, at the
same crossroad that I have reached numerous times. After either a lengthy
period of research or the goldmine of stumbling onto a family tree that someone
else has already done the legwork for (score!), when the bliss and
adrenaline-rush of the breakthrough wear off, I find myself momentarily overwhelmed
by the sheer number of new names suddenly awaiting my transcription.
I have so much gratitude for the family
trees that I have found, especially when they add multiple generations of unknowns
to my own tree. That gratitude is part of the reason I offer what information I
have to those who stumble onto my page because we share a common ancestor. It’s
my way of paying it forward.
At the same time, to suddenly have
over a hundred new names and dates waiting to be organized and inserted into
the existing hundreds of names I have, can be darkening. Weaving your way through
family trees, lineages, and dates is like using a loom for the first time. For
example, you hold the thread of a wife and mother in the back of your brain so
that you can continue up the father’s line. When it reaches an end point, you
can return to the past, to that woman, and follow her thread backwards.
You do this, two by two, generation
by generation, sometimes finding ten or more names before retreating back to
start all over. In the end, you have woven a fuller tapestry of your family’s
journey through the ages. But if you miss a thread, or if you pull it into the
wrong spot, the tension is off and something just doesn’t look quite right. It
requires such focus and intention that it is easy to lose yourself in another
world, where time is more fluid and interchangeable.
Once a year I halt my search for
new names, usually around spring equinox. Once a year I stop searching for more
and focus my research on learning more about the ones I have. It is always at
this point, when my brain is swollen with the names and dates of those who have
come before me and learning how they interconnect with each other and how they
end in me that I feel overwhelmed. Sometimes it hurts.
And it occurs to me that this work
is somewhat dangerous. You can’t unknow what you know. It’s not necessarily
about what the knowledge is, but just how much of it there is. Once I realized
that I had over 1,400 names of ancestors, fourteen-hundred names of people who
lived, loved, and died, that I know of, so that I could be here… no, not could. Would. So that I would be here.
So that I am here… I become less
meaningful. It’s humbling, frightening even.
I matter because I have breath. All
living things matter. I matter because I am here and this is my life that is
impacting the world around me. But when you pull back on the view and look at
the larger picture, I am just one more human. I am not going to have children.
No one will ever search for me on their family tree. My line dies with me when
I take my last breath. After that breath, I will cease to matter to anyone but
those who loved me who are still alive. I will no longer impact the living
world.
My family bloodline will continue,
for now, in the children my sister and brother have. Some of the blood that
runs in me will continue, though I am not sure whether or not I even think
that’s important. But it’s a thought. That idea marks me as outside of the
slipstream of my bloodline; I am of this family, but not of its greater
ancestral journey.
I could allow that logic to consume
me, to count me as ineffectual. And I might believe it. And there is the
danger, the precipice of ‘why bother?’ The danger is two-fold. We must not let
our study of the past overwhelm us from remembering that we are change and that
we can change and that each voice can be counted in the now. We must use the
knowledge we glean from the mistakes our ancestors have made to make better
decisions today. And we must not immerse ourselves in the past so much that we forget
to live in the world. It’s all happening around you. Right now.
When I find myself in these
shadowed moments, I meditate with my ancestors and the answer is always the
same. Remember to come up for air from the past and bring what you learn into
practice in the present. The best way we can honor them is to live now, to be
kind to each other, to treat this earth in a way that is sacred and symbiotic,
so that those who come after us may also have the chance to live. We must all be
good ancestors now, while we are alive and while we are breathing.
This is a beautiful entry. I do the same thing with my tree - research names, then go in and fill in as much information as I can find on individuals. I think about those faceless people sometimes, and the lives that they lived, and I realized we are all moving toward some unnameable future. xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for your comment. That is the only way I know how to study my family line, as well as uncover it. I have found over the last couple of years, of discovering and then researching and then repeating, that I am actually remembering who belongs to what branch of my tree!
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