Researchin, on and on

 I have become a researcher.  In some ways it was quite accidental.  Other than the need to do research for college papers so very long ago the main motivation  for any type of research in my life was my interest in genealogy.  As a child I was always asking my elders about their earlier lives.  It made the best stories, and I like that even now, both the hearing and the writing.

When I would ask my Dad to tell me stories about when he was little he would always respond with, "Do you mean when I was a little girl?"  with a big grin as he teased before coming up with a yarn to satisfy me.   He had grown up on a ranch, doing ranch life and was a cowboy, even for some years after my birth. By the time I was five my dream was to become a rancher, with or without a husband. 

When my maternal grandfather passed away for a time I slept at my grandmother's house to ease her loneliness.  She had some to the United States at the age of 19 from England, taking care of the household in Wyoming for her mining father, brother and two uncles.  Each night she would regale me with visions of the hedges, the streets, her family that she had left across the Atlantic, never to return. She had gone to school, she had been a seamstress apprentice(and did not like it), she had walked the streets of Liverpool, made the voyage as a young woman.  There were lots of memories to entertain me. 

As a young mother my interest in my ancestors was still very keen.  Now I was involved in doing genealogy.  Stories of my great-grandmother had always intrigued me, and even more so her mother.  At this point I knew her maiden name and that she had come to New York state from England--that about covered what I knew.  I went to a genealogical library in a nearby town, with 4 children in tow,  hoping to find out more.  In those days I had to use a library viewer and check out a film that had census records.  Riding herd on my little girls while seeking, it took some time.  I was rewarded for my efforts on this visit.  I found her, my Jennie, in New York, at age 17---the last name was correct, but the rest was confusing.  Judging from that record she was living with a family by the name of Hindle---a widowed woman who had several children.  Was Jennie a servant?  What more could I learn?  I did learn, with more researching as years went by, but that is another story.

I have continued to do research on my ancestors and it continues to fascinate me.  But now I also do research on both the people and the place where I have lived for my married life.   For the past five years I have written two historical columns weekly for the local county newspaper, going back a century or more in time on a variety of subjects and events.  Sometimes I feel like I know the residents and settlers of a century ago better than I do those around me at this time.  This expanded research keeps me learning and the assistance of technology is wonderful beyond belief.  When I think of the college days, and the first concentrated efforts with genealogy I am happy that my interest did not evaporate due to the difficulty of that time.  For me, research is fun!