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Thursday 28. December 2017

Have been doing a lot of thinking about my ancestors this year.  Have been working most of the year on Old Boy and my family lines`~trying to build a history down the line~as far as possible~until a brick wall ends each line.  Still have some open lines yet to find a wall, and still work on trying to break through walls on other lines.  It has become a passion that can make hours disappear like a blink of an eye most nights.

Have taken a break since around Thanksgiving, too much other stuff going on and a few puzzles had my mind floating, so a break was needed.

It is amazing to find and see records from generations back, seeing the handwriting, finding stones that tell the ends of one person’s story.  The frustration of finding a great grandparents baptism record in Denmark and not being able to find their marriage record when both were in the same church.  Knowing where a great-great grandfather was from in Germany and not being able to ding anything before he came to America.  The same great-great grandfather whom I’ve visited with at the cemetery, asking for him to throw me a bone, however small.  He’s been uncooperative thus far.  The same with another two times great grandfather from Scotland.  They are just so unwilling to work with me!

The military information I’ve found has really touched me.  I grew up very patriotic, knowing my father served in Vietnam and that my Oma had a younger brother who was killed in Europe during World War 2.  Over the years I’ve learned of additional relatives who served in Korea and World War 2 and The Great War.  I found a nephew of my great grandfather who passed in Europe in The Great War.

Old Boy’s family line proved even more, two down the line great grandfathers who fought and died in The Revolutionary War and The War of 1812 are buring at Arlington National Cemetery.  Found a paper on one of them that lists where he was killed and the name of the farmer who’s field he was killed.  Fascinating information.

Irritated at myself for not asking questions of my grandparents before they passed.  My dad’s folks both spoke German and Dane and visited both countries often to see relatives.  Have a photo of my grandfather standing in front of the house his grandfather was born and raised in in Hattstedt, Germany.  We have none of that information.  My folks remember family coming from Europe coming to visit, but none that would still be living, never got to know the younger family whom would still be living.  

My dad’s baby brother recently gave me a photo of my grandmother’s grandparents, the grandfather having working for royalty in Denmark, unknown as to what he did.  Wonderfully, he is into ancestry and has had a few tidbits for me.

Time to get back to digging!  Hopefully find something new that will break down a brick wall or two.