My genealogy research began when my son asked me a question about our family heritage. The day I started investigating, I was hooked.
Genealogy research evokes surprise, frustration, joy and sorrow. I can’t remain unaffected when reading my progenitors’ death certificates and obituaries. Yet the most upsetting discoveries aren’t the diseases that ushered my ancestors from this life to the next. The most painful disclosures are found on censuses which reveal many of my ancestors were illiterate.
Can you imagine being unable to read or write? Heartbreaking.
I tell myself it was a different time. My people were farmers and homemakers. Maybe they were too busy with plows and babies to read a book or write a letter. Yet I wonder if they wished they could. I can’t do anything about those in the past, but for future generations, I’ll write to the best of my ability for the glory of God.
Let this be written for a future generation, that a people not yet created may praise the LORD. Psalms 102:18
~ Jericha Kingston