Now that we've got that out of the way, if you're an avid reader than you already know I've been working on my family ancestry for years. I'll get a few breaks then things that "matter" get in the way. Then something kicks me back into it and there I am fully immersed again.
Well, this time I cam blame it on my Mother.
During Memorial Day weekend, my Mom visited us like she often does during the holidays. This time, we decided that we could try something new and take a small drive to the area where her mother (my grandmother) was born and raised. Surprisingly we're closer to it now then when I was a kid.
We packed up the car and headed into Illinois. Needless to say Southern Illinois is quite different than the Central Illinois that I know.
|Central Illinois: Windfarms = 5 Point Bonus|
|Southern Illinois. It's amazing that both are in the same state!|
The point is you drive through some hills, get lost, then drive through those same hills, before turning into some farmland and you get to a little town called Enfield, Illinois.
|My oldest ancestor of Enfield|
|Rachel Graham Marlin, my fourth great Grandmother|
|My Grandmother with her daughter (my Mom) in Shelbyville, IL|
The beauty is that it's not over yet. We are only in the middle of the greatest story ever told. There are so many more generations to go. The real question is how will our decedents remember us? Will then travel through mountains and plains to visit our graves? Attempting to comprehend what kind of life we lived? Only time will tell.