Sandi Branz sent this paragraph along this week--one of those anonymous internet posts. Most of us will identify with all or part of the message. Thanks, Sandi.
We Are The Chosen
We are the chosen. In each family there is one who seems called to
find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to
tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve. Doing
genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all
who have gone before. We are the storytellers of the tribe. All tribes have one.
We have been called, as it were, by our genes. Those who have gone before cry
out to us, "Tell our story!" So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find
ourselves. How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count.
How many times have I told the ancestors, "You have a wonderful family; you
would be proud of us." How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt
somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say. It goes beyond just
documenting facts. It goes to who am I and why do I do the things I do. It goes
to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and
saying, "I can't let this happen." The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh
of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our
ancestors were able to accomplish, how they contributed to what we are today. It
goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving
up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family. It goes to
deep pride that the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a Nation.
It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us. It
is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth. Without
them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach.
That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do. With
love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are they
and they are the sum of who we are. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of
my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call
and take my place in the long line of family storytellers. That is why I do my
family genealogy, and that is what calls those young and old to step up and
restore the memory or greet those whom we had never known before.
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