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Preserving the Past: Why I Write My Family History

Why do I blog?

The answer depends on the website I’m blogging on. On most of my sites, I blog for fun, something to do, and a way to improve my writing skills. But on my Family History site, I blog to preserve information.

I’ve been researching my family history since 2011, but seriously, since I retired in 2016. Like most genealogists, I wish I’d asked more questions when I was young, but then I didn’t appreciate the stories my relatives held within. Some stories would not have been revealed, and those that were told were probably embellished to add adventure or romance.

My Swedish grandfather is the toughest brick wall in my research, mainly because I don’t speak or read Swedish, and most of the relevant documents are written in Swedish. Family stories tell of a fearless young man who left his homeland to sail the seas of the world before settling in Australia. But when did he leave Sweden, and why? If I can find the answers and write them into Grandfather’s story, future generations won’t have to wonder.

Just as the story of my English-born, Australian raised maternal great-grandfather is preserved, to not only enlighten this generation, but to amuse the next. Daniel’s life of misdemeanours made him easy to find on Trove; from committing bigamy in 1902, to copping a hefty fine for the wallaby skin hanging on the shed wall years later. Perhaps my Swedish grandfather’s elusive history is because he was too law-abiding, whereas the law had a lot to say about Daniel, and the newspapers of the time were happy to record it (thank goodness!).

Writing about ancestors is one thing, but proving the connection and information is something else. A DNA test with Ancestry takes care of the genetic connections, and historical records help validate the rest, as long as the documents are accurate.

Not all informants were created equal

Any document is only as good as the informant who provided the information, and not all informants were created equal. Information that is omitted, misspelled, or falsely given makes the work of family historians much harder. Documentation can provide guidelines, but shouldn’t be relied on for accuracy, which makes transcripts of documents of great value for a few dollars. A $20 transcript (in NSW) by an authorised transcriber (this is the one I use) is almost half the cost of a copy of the original document from NSW Births, Deaths, & Marriages, and is delivered to your inbox in pdf format.

When I ordered the transcript for my great-grandmother’s death certificate, I wasn’t prepared for what was recorded on it. Annie, the infamous Daniel’s first wife, had lived most of her adult life with a man named Charles, who died before I was born. Family stories of Charles implied that he was the husband of Annie, and the father of her daughters, but Annie’s death certificate supplied the missing link, to Daniel. Annie’s son-in-law, my maternal grandfather, identified Daniel as Annie’s husband, but noted that Annie was also known as Mrs … (Charles’ surname). There was no indication that she had ever married Charles, which supports my lack of evidence of a marriage between them. My grandfather, as the informant, provided the detail and the validation that Daniel, not Charles, was my grandmother’s father, and my great-grandfather.

My goal is to write the stories of as many ancestors as I can, even if I piece the stories together from family folklore in lieu of documented details. The more research I do, the more stories I have to write.

As for my other websites, they are the fun sites where I hone my writing skills, share travel information, and write general ‘stuff’.

What Could Possibly Go Wrong!?

I’m sure we all signed up for the Ultimate Blog Challenge (UBC) full of enthusiasm, commitment, and the will to finish. But let me tell you what can go wrong, in my humble opinion.

We could clump the following problems under one simple heading:

Life!

And to be more specific, there’s:

  • blank-page syndrome (otherwise known as writer’s cramp)
  • distractions (both major and minor)
  • weather (too hot; too cold; too good)
  • a cold (or maybe it’s the flu – but I’m on the mend)
  • work life (for those who haven’t yet retired)
  • family life (especially for those who are not living solo)
  • climate change (might as well throw that one in)

There are so many things that could potentially derail our efforts, but most bloggers hang on until the end, albeit intermittently. I’m one of the intermittenters. With good intentions to write every day, it seems there’s always something that tries to get in my way. Let me tell you about the latest one.

On Day 6 of the July Ultimate Blog Challenge, Paul Taubman posted about how he created a plugin to make our blogging lives easier. One look at all that code, and I was hooked. And that’s where I’m stuck; knee deep in a major distraction caused by Paul’s blog.

And now I’ve fallen behind on my blogs for the UBC. My last post was on Day 7. Today is Day 9. I’ve got some catching up to do.

That Darned Code

I’ve always been fascinated by code, but I only ever achieved some basic HTML (Hypertext Markup Language). Then WordPress integrated Gutenberg into the back-end of their websites, so I don’t really need to know any code at all.

But when I’m writing a masterpiece blog and can’t find the block I need right away, I wish there was some way to slip in some code (assuming I’d know the code I need). Couple that with my recent restlessness and search for another course to do, and the two have come together beautifully. To find the right course, you need to know what you want to study, and Paul’s blog post sealed the deal. I needed to study coding.

A quick Google search unearthed just what I was looking for: a way to learn coding at my own pace, and from the comfort of my sofa. No pressure, no time limits, and no cost. I signed up immediately and I’m in my happy place again. Although there are a number of sites that offer training, FreeCodeCamp seemed like the best fit for me. I like the way the lessons progress and build upon each other, and the instant feedback in small chunks that keep me on the right track. There’s support if I need it within the learning community, and there’s no telling how far the training will take me.

Who knows, I might learn how to build an amazing website, all by myself, and be nearly as good as the fabulous websites I’ve discovered through the UBC over the years (I won’t set my heights too high…).

    Fun? What Fun?

    Today’s blog post is supposed to be about something that is fun. Normally, I could come up with a lot of things to write about on that topic, but not today.

    Life was sailing along smoothly: no problems, not too much to worry about. nothing much out of the ordinary, until a few days ago.

    I can’t even remember what day it happened. Was it Sunday? Yesterday? Actually, it could have been even earlier than that because time seems to have stood still.

    Whatever day it was, by mid-morning I realised something was wrong. My usual allergy to just about anything that moves outside my building was in overdrive. I couldn’t stop sneezing, and my head hurt every time I coughed, which was too often. And by that night, the reality sunk in. Somehow, I, who never gets sick, had a cold.

    My bedroom lamp turns itself on (with the help of Alexa and a Smart Switch) at 9 pm every night. I beat Alexa that night and was in bed by 8 pm, which is a recipe for disaster because I normally only need 5-6 hours sleep a night. If I’m asleep before 9 pm, I’m going to be wide awake at some crazy hour of the morning. And that’s exactly what happened, Not that my sleep until then was peaceful, but there I was, wide awake at 3 am.

    I lost count of how many times I trudged to the kitchen for a glass of water, followed by trips to the bathroom (because that’s what happens when you drink a whole lot of water). And so, the next day, and possibly the day after, depending on which day it all started, have been no fun at all. My constant companions have been a box of tissues, my water bottle, and a bucketload of feeling sorry for myself.

    Between coughing, sneezing, and sleeping (yep, me who never sleeps through the day), my blog posts were the furthest thing from my mind. Until now. Perhaps I’m coming out of the doldrums and moving back into some kind of ‘better’. Not 100% better, just a whole lot better.

    This blog is about how not to have fun – it’s simple, just catch a cold.

    Healing, With Nature’s Gift for Body and Mind

    I sit on my balcony, while my fingers tap out the words of this blog; my laptop poised precariously as I recline on my comfy bench seat. The sun above hangs in a perfectly cloudless blue sky, a distinct contrast to the grey sky of a few hours ago..

    The ocean beyond the highway in front of me mirrors the blue of the sky above. Whales, on their migration north, mark their presence as they breach close to the horizon.

    It is winter in my part of the world, the East Coast of Australia, but winter here feels more like autumn.

    The dramas of yesterday are gone; vanished as quickly as the flash of inspiration recently lost on a busy day. My mind is focused on my writing; there is no room for worries, at least for a while. Even the noise from the busy highway between my balcony and the ocean can’t take away from the absolute bliss of being under the warm winter sun.

    My body absorbs the Vitamin D; my mood is elevated; my soul is calm.

    My body and mind heal naturally on this perfect winter’s day.

    Seeking Inspiration; Oh, Wait, There’s A Door, And Two Windows!

    There’s nothing worse than a blank page staring back at you when you have a deadline to meet. I recently lamented the flash of inspiration that would have made a great blog post, if it hadn’t disappeared into the ether, never to be seen again.

    So, in search of inspiration for this post, I opened my photo app. There’s nothing like stirring up memories from a recent trip to ignite the spark of inspiration. Unlike most trips, there are not hundreds of photos to show for my ten days in Perth. I had to choose between taking photos and saving the battery on my phone for an emergency, should one arise. The battery choice won, and yes, I will be upgrading my phone soon. It just isn’t like me to miss photo opportunities, hundreds of them.

    Perth is a beautiful city on the west coast of Australia. I live on the East Coast. And there’s a heck of a lot of space between the two coasts. So much space that it often costs less to fly overseas than to fly to Perth, which is probably why I had never ventured that far across Australia before. And it was the only capital city in this great nation of ours that I hadn’t visited.

    The trip was always on the backburner; the ‘I’ll get there one day‘ trip. And then it happened. My travel-buddy, originally a Californian but who lives in ‘the world’, footloose and fancy free, flitting from country to country, was heading to Perth for a month. It was too good an opportunity to miss. We could catch up and see the sights of Perth together.

    And of the sights we saw, and the photos I took, this is my favourite.

    I am drawn to windows and doors, and this was a feature in a cafe we went to a few times. The coffee and food were great, but I was mesmerised by that wall.

    A few years ago, I wrote the A-Z of windows and doors on this site, over a number of posts.

    When I got to the letter P, I wrote about Picton in New Zealand and Pike Place in Seattle, but the windows and doors that I featured were kind of ordinary. If I were writing that post now, the photo would be this one, and the place would be Perth.

    I was standing at the base of the wall to take the photo, so there seems to be no reason for the door and windows to be there. It didn’t look like they were functional, but I love them. There’s a magic about the colour of the timber and the old world look that could easily find its way into a fairy tale of princesses and knights in shining armour.

    Maybe one day I’ll get therapy for my obsession, or at least find out why I have so many photos of beautiful doors and windows from around the world.

    Today Didn’t Start Well…

    There’s a spanner in the works and my routine is out of sync, but that doesn’t mean today will be all bad (I hope).

    I have a rather loosely set daily routine, so I’m not someone who is usually driven by times and rules. The timeline of most days is sketched, rather than etched, in my mind. And they’re usually metaphorically sketched in pencil, which makes them easy to erase, but when my broad schedule is interfered with, it throws me out of whack.

    The basis of my existence isn’t centred around seeing the sun rise, so mornings are generally wasted on me (I’m retired so the rules are different now). I usually wake up early, but it takes a while for me to psych myself into swinging my legs over the side of the bed until my feet touch the floor. Today was different. My cousin was going to feature on an early (I mean REALLY early) TV show. The show is called SUNRISE, for obvious reasons, and Eddie was going to be featured early in the show. Knowing my aversion to mornings, I checked last night to see if the show is screened on the streaming app, and yes, it is, so there was no problem. I woke up about 7am and decided to turn the TV on, just in case, even though I’d missed the main feature. There was no time to psych myself into getting out of bed; my feet touched the floor barely seconds after opening my eyes. That is not my preferred method of starting the day.

    The show featured the Retirement Village Eddie lives in, so I figured they’d feature the village for more than just a few minutes of the show, and so I waited, and watched (News, Advertisements, and everything else), and my patience was rewarded. Eddie was interviewed, and there he was, looking dapper, as always, live on TV. But I had missed the vital part showing Eddie’s musical talent. Did I mention Eddie is one of my favourite cousins? We live a long way from each other so we don’t get to catch up very often. I still have to watch the streamed version to see more of Eddie, but at least I saw the interview.

    From Sunrise to …

    I’ve never watched that show before, so I had no way of knowing that it goes for a couple of hours. I figured that if I watched the rest of the show, I’d only have to watch the streamed version for about an hour to see the part I missed.

    By the time Sunrise finished, my morning routine was in tatters. Not that I’m an early riser – I’m not, but my morning routine doesn’t involve turning the TV on. That one little thing upset my daily apple cart, and there are now apples all over the place needing to be put back into some kind of order.

    It hasn’t happened. It’s like my world is upside down. On my list of things to do was uploading the blog I wrote last night in time to meet the Day 3 deadline for the Ultimate Blog Challenge (UBC) – my catch-up piece for having missed Day 2. Submitting two blogs on Day 3 would put me back on track, but I had to get there before Day 4 was announced or I’d still be a day behind. So while I watched Sunrise, I published Day 3’s blog to my website, and then posted the URL onto the UBC site. I read some amazing blogs and commented on same, and then approved comments on my blogs and replied to each comment. I’m glad commercial TV stations have so many advertisements because I could do all that without missing any of the actual show.

    I can now tick those things off my day’s To Do list, but normally I make my bed first, then my coffee, and then tackle the things that need doing. Making my bed after tending to my blog didn’t feel right. So now I sit here writing, having had my coffee, completed today’s Wordle, and thrown a load of laundry through the washing machine. And here it is, almost lunchtime, and I’m still feeling all topsy turvy.

    Will the day sort itself out?

    I hope so, because I still have a list of things I need to shop for. The good thing is, having had my coffee so late, I won’t need lunch. But I do need ingredients to make a reasonably healthy dinner, and get to the supermarket to get them.

    What could possibly go wrong? (I’ll keep you posted on how the rest of the day goes).

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