Down the Rabbit Hole
I told myself that it was Easter Sunday. I didn’t have to get anything ‘done.’ And, besides, we were going to out in mid-afternoon. No time to really make headway on any other projects or even to get started in the garden. So, I gave myself permission to fool around with my ancestry-dot-com family tree. Seven hours later I was scrambling to get ready to leave the house for our dinner date.
So far, though, I don’t consider it time wasted. I’m learning a lot about my father’s family that hadn’t been a glimmer before now. I knew nothing at all about that branch of my tree except that the first Little in our line, my great-grandfather Henry Little, came from Inneskellin, Ireland. Yesterday I learned that he was a baker and arrived in the U.S. with his wife, Margaret, in 1865 – the year they had been married. They subsequently had six children; my grandfather William Oliver Baketel Little was the youngest.
What is astounding to me is that I not only didn’t know any of those great aunts and great uncles, I hadn’t even heard about any of them. In comparison, I knew every single one of my great aunts and uncles on my mother’s side of the family, as well as their children, their grand-children, and now their great-grandchildren. What a difference in family dynamics!
Unless, of course, all of those ‘greats’ on my father’s side died without issue. Doesn’t seem likely, but, in order to find out, I’ll need to spend more time down that rabbit hole! Yikes!