When names and places align
In a small community (like this one), there’s a thin line separating neighbour from cousin. This afternoon, we had an acquaintance over for lunch, and in one of those odd moments while talking, certain names and places aligned. Almost like range lights, coming into a harbour.
One small anecdote, about where a grandmother lived, took us from casual friends to close family. Who knew? With the help of the computer (meaning Google and associates), I’m now filling in the spaces in a hereto empty filiation, and at the same time accepting that we may have to put the cuckoo clock back up. I’ll skip trying to figure that one out.
For those among you who haven’t (yet) started working on your own family history, make that your resolution for the new year. Believe me, getting started depends on the assistance of others; best get your questions answered directly, rather than through a seance with a Ouija board from the local second-hand store.
Of course, I didn’t get other things from my list done (today). That’s why we keep a limited supply of tomorrows on the shelf. If the weather holds, I’ll be busy, come daylight. Really.
I’ve checked the newsfeed stream, for inspiration; nothing, nada. The weather is OK, and the economy is as usual. No new wars have broken out, and the story of a raccoon in T.O. that snitches doughnuts is pretty much normal. I mean, that’s why the creature wears a mask, right? I guess I should go and read a book, or watch a movie, or something…
