Those of you who have been following my journey with the Indiana Shivelys will appreciate this.
As you know, I have started focusing on my father’s side of my tree. Most of Dad’s family, both maternal and paternal, have been in Missouri for several generations. (Can’t wait for the Missouri Genealogy Crash Course!) Last night I was on Ancestry.com trying to research my missing grandfather Alton Blosser, specifically his mother, Edna Stinson. As I was flipping through records I stopped and did a double-take. A very familiar location had popped up on the screen. It appears my 5th-great-grandfather was James Stinson, an early pioneer of Henry County, Ind., and he was living there at the same time as my husband’s ancestor, the mysterious Michael! I still have to do the documentation and double-checking, but how cool is that? I can’t wait to check the land records to find out if they were neighbors!
You know, when we’re young we are so arrogant. We see ourselves as these independent agents, forging our own paths, creating our own destinies, believing that our generation is unique. Then one day the tapestry of your life gets flipped over, revealing thousands of little threads, connections you never knew existed, all combining to make you who you are. Every thread, every ancestor contributes to the person you have become and the life that you lead. You aren’t alone in the universe and, even though those threads sometimes feel pretty confining, there’s something very comforting about that.