Over the years I’ve done a bit of genealogy. It’s interesting. Kind of fun to find out where your gene pool is from and what those genes acquired or lost or survived and when and how they died and who they became throughout the eras of life.
At this point you can decide to get in the scuba gear and dive in or just sit on the edge and casually peer into the clear, murky, fun, scary, pool of genes. They came from Scotland and England. Some could write; others used an X for their names. Some turned out just fine; some didn’t. None of them made a big splash in the money pool or the going-down-in-history pool, but nevertheless their ripples continue on down the centuries.
This is my mom and her sisters and brother. The time period is around the early 1930s would be my guess. My mom, the girl on the far left, was born in 1920. She doesn’t look very old here, so I’m guessing at the year.
From the left on the front row is Amy Anita, 1920, Emma Christina, 1906, Minnie Alleen, 1912; the back row is Mary Louise, 1914, and John Clifford, 1908.
As a child, I grew up knowing these aunts and uncles and their children. I stayed with each of them at some point or another, maybe a day at a time or a week at a time.
And I loved them all dearly.