Hello, all! I think I'm about done with this stage of our move to North Carolina. At least I am here with some of my things. My son and his new wife will be here sometime in the not too distant future with the rest of my things. This move made me think about all my ancestors who moved from their homes, the family often having lived in the same locations for generations, to get to where I live now. I'm pretty certain we all have them. I KNOW most Americans do! So how about telling us some of their stories?
This two-page spread chronicles part of my Winter family's saga - the journey my Great-grandaunt Annie Winter. She came to these shores in 1884 with her husband, George Todd and the first 5 of their 13 children. Three of them were under the age of 5 with the youngest being just 4 months old. I can't even imagine! Travel with a small baby is hard enough in the modern age - it drove me crazy, especially when it was just me taking our then 2 month-old son to meet his grandparents here in North Carolina for the first time. Mu journey was just 549 miles. Theirs was 4,008 miles. Granted, they were not driving but even traveling on a train or in a wagon, then in steerage on the ship, followed by another wagon or train ride - or maybe even by flatboat on the rivers - had to be miserable!
While this LO chronicles a bit of Annie's brother George's journey to New Zealand:
This records a bit of my children's ancestors' journey to the Colonies:
And this one tells a bit of my own journey through the schools I've attended:
We all have journeys that tell the stories of our families. Those stories are a very large part of who and what we are!
This two-page spread chronicles part of my Winter family's saga - the journey my Great-grandaunt Annie Winter. She came to these shores in 1884 with her husband, George Todd and the first 5 of their 13 children. Three of them were under the age of 5 with the youngest being just 4 months old. I can't even imagine! Travel with a small baby is hard enough in the modern age - it drove me crazy, especially when it was just me taking our then 2 month-old son to meet his grandparents here in North Carolina for the first time. Mu journey was just 549 miles. Theirs was 4,008 miles. Granted, they were not driving but even traveling on a train or in a wagon, then in steerage on the ship, followed by another wagon or train ride - or maybe even by flatboat on the rivers - had to be miserable!
While this LO chronicles a bit of Annie's brother George's journey to New Zealand:
This records a bit of my children's ancestors' journey to the Colonies:
And this one tells a bit of my own journey through the schools I've attended:
We all have journeys that tell the stories of our families. Those stories are a very large part of who and what we are!