In the 17th century, my great grandparents sailed to New France after leaving loved ones behind in their homeland in France. Although the two did not sail together, they eventually met, married, began raising a family, and settled in Sainte-Anne-de-la-Perade.
You’re not rich until you have something that money can’t buy.
While on the prowl, looking for joy, I never have to look far when grandchildren are near.
The joy of grandchildren is measured in the heart.
I was rather disappointed in Gramps and his squash on free speech…
Ann – meaning: Favored, Grace
This grandmother also took a lover, and on the 23 Mar 1676, she had a son, Andre-Jean.
For six generations, family members remained rooted in the county of New London, Connecticut. These families were the early settlers and pioneers of this area. The men fought in the early Indian Wars, while women tended the home fires.
It’s true; I come from a long line of storytellers. Throughout the generations, family legends have been told and retold to the newest members of each family. In turn, once they have families of their own, they, too, share those tales. And like with any narrative, some stories become larger than life, and sometimes we questioned the genuineness of these accounts.
Every time I look at this picture of this smiling girl looking out across the mesa, sitting on an outcropping with her pony, Midge, and her pup, I return home.
As another year begins, I look forward to uncovering more family mysteries as I continue to delve into the family tree. Since I began this journey just about a decade ago, I have often been amazed at the stories I have discovered, so here’s to a new year, incredible discoveries, and remarkable tales!