Now, it’s time to start moving backwards. I’ll start with my dad’s family, since that’s the one I seem to be able to find the most research for!
So Alan G. was born on January 19, 1950 in Belfast, Northern Ireland. His mother was from Belfast, and his father was English, but had met his wife in Northern Ireland, where they had also married. We’ll get into their stories more in future posts.
My dad can feel free to correct any of the details that I get wrong in the comments below, but…
His father worked for the British Foreign Office, so he was posted around the world in various places during my dad’s childhood. For a few years, they lived in Turkey… Continue reading
Before I start moving backwards in my family history, I thought I’d first move laterally.
As I mentioned in my last post, I have two sisters, Amanda and Erin. Even though I’m the oldest, I’m still the single gal, so it makes sense to share their stories. We’ll start with Amanda, since she’s the next in line!
When Mandy was 21 (I believe), she was invited to a party at a friend’s house. Little did she know, it was a set-up. Her future husband had recently been sitting at that very friend’s kitchen table, talking about his “dream girl” and wondering aloud whether he’d ever find her.
It turned out that the friend knew her…it was my sister. Continue reading
I’ve been debating about where to start with relating my story to you, and I finally have settled on starting with myself (since I’m beginning the search!). For privacy’s sake, I’ll only be using first names and last initials (and sometimes just initials), so no one in my family has to worry!
So, my story…
I was born on January 7th, 1980 to my parents, Patricia and Alan G. But first, let’s rewind a bit to the summer of 1978 – July 1st, to be exact. My mom had accompanied her sister to a beach house that she and some friends had rented for the summer and was lying out on the deck in her bikini getting some sun.
My dad was staying in the same house, on another floor, with some friends from work. Apparently, he wore dress shoes and socks and my mom thought “someone needs to help this man.” After ogling her and her friends, they asked them to come to dinner that night. Although my mom admits that he didn’t seem “promising,” they agreed to have dinner altogether, and she spent the night chatting to him. Continue reading
As a child, I didn’t have much interest in learning where I had come from. I had my parents and my grandparents, my sisters, aunts, uncles and cousins and that was enough.
I remember when my dad first started to trace our genealogy, and he printed out a sheet of all of my ancestors, as far back as he had found them. I saved it, because I thought it was important to him, but it wasn’t something that I thought much about.
Around Christmastime this year, I was searching for a gift for my dad. He’s famous in our family for buying the same gift that one of us has gotten him…just before we give it to him. So I was bound and determined to find something that he wouldn’t get himself.
A ha! I thought – I’ll do some family research and see what I can come up with.
I created my own Ancestry.com account. I knew that he had one, but how could I ask him about it and not give away the reason why? Ancestry makes it look SO simple from the commercials – you plug in a couple of things, get a little leaf, and out pops your whole family history, full of things you never knew. Continue reading