My grandfather in 1944 with his sons, and his daughter, my mother, standing behind him.
History has always fascinated me. (Even though I can never keep dates straight…) And my aunt gave me a wonderful present a few years ago – a geneology record of our family. On one side, we can go back eight generations (to me it seems enormous, especially for a family of immigrants!) I know some families trace their lineage back –waaaaayyyy back to the Middle Ages (I think that is sort of a cut-off point – before then, records are hard to come by.) And we know, that ultimately, we all decended from a sort of “Eve” who lived in the region of today’s Ethiopia and who founded the line of mankind. So we all have that common ancestor, and genetic studies prove it. The new DNA tracing that they can do sounds like fun (though a bit expensive), but through them you can trace your genetic lineage through your mother’s side and find out which famous (or infamous) person you are related to!
Anyhow, I was just posting this as a tribute to my great, great, great, great grandmother Harriet Harte, born in 1790 in Union Grove, NY, and, on the other side of my mother’s family tree, Josephine Betrus Elhage b. 18?? Baatouta, Turkey>Syria>Lebanon. It’s funny to wonder how two such different families from different sides of the world came together when, three generations ago, my grandfather, a tall, dark and handsome Lebanese man, fell in love with my green-eyed grandmother, whose family fought on both sides of the US Civil war.