I have a gazillion things to talk about. But I’m tired, and my house smells like bleach.
Ate raw vegetables on Saturday, so tasty, so sick.
My life is full of befores and afters and firsts. Today was the 1st dentist appointment since chemo/radiation. No cavities. I am measuring my life these days in very different increments.
I have an account on ancestry.com. I had no information on my family because we suck and everyone stopped talking to each other. Within 24 hours of creating the account I found someone who had traced my grand-fathers family on my mothers side back to the 1700’s and gave me access to her tree. 🙂 When I get a the hankering I’ll share it with you. I will tell you that my Great, Great, Great, Great Grandfathers name was Devereaux Wrather (later generations changed it to Rather). It is helpful to have a unique name. There are many Google’able people with that name and I’m going to guess they are all related to me far far down the line.
I believe my Dad may be some sort of spy or Alien because he certainly didn’t exist on any record anywhere. I found his parents & sister on a couple of census records with their last name spelled a few different ways, then nothing. All gone. The lives of poor 2nd generation immigrants during and following the depression is not easy to trace.
I would love to be friends or at least acquaintances with people who share my genes, I really feel like it’s something missing in my life. I don’t know why.
Tracing my husbands family very quickly hit a very large brick wall as well.
That is all.