I have an uncle on my Mom's side that has traced that side of my family history.
And on my Dad's side I have an aunt that has traced that side.
I saw the family trees they have both put together before I went to prison.
However I regret to say I didn't really pay that close of attention.
And as of right now I have no idea where either one of them are.
The 1 my uncle put together is close to 2 and a half inches thick.
He put it in facts of what people's careers was and so on and so forth that's why it's so thick. I don't remember how far back he went.
The 1 my aunt put together is only like 20 pages of straight lineage. I don't remember how far back she went either.
It's a deeply personal decision, on knowing what your roots are.
It doesn't really matter at all to most people, and that's perfectly OK.
But for those that invest the time and have the "need to know",
it is by far the closest damn thing to time travel that a human can experience. No shit. Really.
What I have found with my ancestry . . . dealing with the natives while you're killing them and stealing their land. Growing tobacco. The 1676 Bacon's Rebellion, the Stamp Tax Riot in Brunswick Town in 1766; the Regulator Movement in NC from 1766 to 1771, active involvement by ancestors in the Revolutionary War, War of 1812. Being on the "wrong side" in the American Civil War, then rebounding and rebuilding lives and fortunes. Going big into naval stores, then founding a village in Georgia that grew into a thriving town just before the turn of the 20th century. Living, and making lives; then dying,
but not forgotten. All through the generations before me . . .
Most all of these things, are completely meaningless to people these days. And, that is completely understandable. That's just the way we are.
But, if the blood in you was there for these things, and you discover it, then the past becomes incredibly vivid and has a deeply personal meaning.
So I digress . . . I think that I'll go yell at some clouds now.