Trying to retie the tie
In genealogy, the rule of thumb is to follow a trail until you know it isn’t the right trail. Kind of like real life, in a way. This evening, I happened to notice a duplicate family in my dataset. It happens. In this case, the principle “character” is actually a character… a well-known fiddler out of Cape Breton.
No big deal. Compare the two family strains and eliminate one. There, harmony restored. But I was left with a niggling question: how did this tie into the greater whole. I had gone along with a mention, in many websites and newspaper clippings that “he” was a cousin to “she” (another famous fiddler) and simply assumed that the whole thing would sort itself out, some day.
Today, I came across another interview, this time first-person, where the whole cousin story was refuted. They were neighbours, nothing more. And my checking back through various sources shows that there isn’t a family tie. Yet. Another tenet of extended family research is that there WILL be a tie. Six degrees of separation and all that. I’m just going to have to dig a bit more, and eventually I’ll “discover” the misplaced connection. Will anyone else care? Probably not. That’s not the driving force here.
Our new deck furniture was used as a dining area, with an invited guest, for the first time. Another proof that summer is here, in the Maritimes. Tomorrow, on to better things (weather permitting). My only deception is that I know just how quickly the season will pass through.
