Today’s prompt: How far back in your family tree can you go?
I know who my great-grandparents were, although I have no memory of them. Someone on my mother’s side, there’s an ancestor who qualifies me to be a member of the Daughter’s of the American Revolution, although I have no idea who it was.
One of my maternal aunts spent a great deal of time and effort researching their family tree. This was pre-computer, so she drew it all out by hand. I have a copy somewhere in the basement. Seems to me it goes back to maybe the 1400’s and shows that there’s a smidgeon of Polish Jew in my bloodstream.
On my dad’s side of the family, there has always been the popular German story of being related to the Hohenzollern royal family. Dad was half-and-half, Swedish and German. There are some pretty ripe stories concerning his father, who apparently had more than one set of children.
Honestly? It means next to nothing to me now. I’m far more interested in our children and their children. No great-grands yet, although several of the grands are old enough to give me a great-grand. I’m far more concerned with their character; with whether or not they choose to follow God; with whether or not they are contributing, useful members of society.
There’s nothing I can do about those who are long dead and gone. I treasure my memories of my parents and grandparents, and I treasure the stories they would tell of their own ancestors. Knowing from whom you came is interesting, but producing people of good character for the here and now is of far more importance.