family gone wild.
I've come into a huge lot of information regarding my extended ancestry, and it hasn't been all sunshine and roses, either, as you can see by my last entry.
My father keeps saying "you keep digging and you're going to find something you don't want to see." He isnt sure what, but he seems to have an overwhelming sense of dread when it comes to my digging on that side.
I don't have a clue what he thinks I might find. I mean, sure, I was related to half of the county, but having over 50 cousins in one generation makes for a huge family tree.
I have been blessed with a grandmother who has some memory of both relatives who were living when she was young, and stories of those who passed away earlier.
I have also been blessed with the diligent research of an previously unknown second cousin in New York. This woman deserves many thanks for documenting her side of the family, and helping me with my quest for my own. Without her, I would not have just found the link between my great-grandfather and the family history recorded in the 1920s which was missing a page, and records the genealogy back to 1735 in Virginia.
My dad was named for his great uncle, this cousin's grandfather.
So thanks, Judy. I'm glad to call you cousin. Your newspaper clippings and census research have helped me greatly to fill in gaps.