Of Family I’ll Never Know

We are all interconnected through an invisible line to someone we’ll never know.

Our linage shows us our genetic makeup, but it also creates unwritten stories of a part of our family that is on the other side of the world.

I’m like most American’s: I’m a little bit of a lot. I’m Irish, Scottish, Welsh, English, French, and German. (Or as I like to joke- incredibly white.)

As humans we are intrigued by our own history.

For me not only do I wish that I could have more knowledge of my ancestors (although not what they did), but who they were as a person. What habits did they have, and did some slip down the line to me? My grandfather’s great grandfather came to America from Scotland, but left behind a brother.

So I wonder if he had children and if they still reside in Scotland. Could that invisible line ever be colored in? I wonder about my distant cousins, so far removed by now that it probably doesn’t even count. I do so because there’s a connection that can be traced to people that have lived a completely different life than I have- than the life of my direct linage.

As a writer I tend to want to know anything, everything, whatever intrigues me. What I hate are the pieces of life that you can never uncover. I find that as time moves on, less is known about the ones who came before us.

I can’t name my grandmother’s grandmother. And when you really count the years, those generations aren’t that long ago.

So I wonder, intrigued by the family I’ll never know.

 

 

 

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