Last year I received an email about ancestry.co.uk and I though it would be fun to trace my family tree back and see how far I could go. I’d done some when I was younger, looking at the microfiche tapes and sitting in a library pouring over a screen. I found it exciting and fascinating, especially finding a name that someone else had missed. I felt like a detective searching for clues, on the hunt to discover the past, my past.
At the time they were just names, I was too young to think of them as people; but now I’m older I start to think about the names, dates and places that I’m finding, wondering who were they? What were their lives like? Do I look like them? Have the same mannerisms or habits? It’s the personal details, the things I can never possibly know that interests me the most. Were they happy? In love? Did they have big dreams and ambitions?
In the past I’ve done a post on time travel; but when I think about it, I’d rather meet the people who helped me to become me, whose actions impacted every person in my family tree, shaping their attitudes and reactions, which in turn have shaped who I am today. If there was a registry of all that information I would love to read it.