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I have been helping a 10 year old family member with a school project about our family history. It is a horrible addiction. I am having more fun that she is. It is also giving me so much information I never had before about my family.
I have discovered that...
2 sets of great grandparents on my paternal side were born in Canada - one of them in 1857!! so I don´t know when their family´s arrived... all roads point to Ireland.
on the other side, one set arrived in 1909 on the Montford from Austria; and the other arrived in 1897 on the Secilia from Prussia (now Russia/Germany) One family arrived with $1,500 and the other $10
what a hoot.
for those of you immigrating... make sure you write it all down. One day your grandkids will want to know!!!!
[28-09-2008,20:51]
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Sharon |
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Yes by all means write it down. Write everything down. You will never know how it might affect a child several years later.
We had a horse thief in our family and everybody disappeared or refused to use the family name for almost a generation. My father side is from Ireland and my mothers from Scotland.
My Mother was born in a sod house out on the Prairies while my Grandfather was looking for gold in Flin Flon. What my relatives did on my fathers side is well recorded but the horse thief part caused us great difficulty in going back further then eighty years.
Great comment Sharon
Roy
www.cvimmigration.com
[29-09-2008,08:28]
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Roy |
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Family history is fascinating and too easily lost. I am fortunate to have an aunt who is our official family historian on my paternal side, and I try do my part with our other relatives. I urge everyone to write an autobiography, even an informal one with tidbits about their lives.
I have always loved to hear the stories about our family, especially the parts that they consider boring or inconsequential. I have learned that my father was born on the kitchen table, aided only by my grandfather; my great grandfather (I think) on my maternal side processed tobacco favored by Kaiser Wilhelm of Germany; and one of my husband´s cowboy relatives took part in the Land Run in Oklahoma. My mother, when arriving in North America via ship , was denied admittance to a bar in Halifax because no women were allowed in drinking establishments at the time (what a shock to a young German!). My father used to take baths in an old tub when as a kid he visited his poor relatives in the country.
Good thread Sharon. Thanks for pointing out the importance of record keeping--especially for immigrants. It is far too easy to lose the information--both major and minor--that make our families unique.
Have fun with your research! :)
[29-09-2008,09:59]
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wannabecanadian |
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My grandfather immigrated to America in the second world war. He was born in Germany and his parent were from Austria.
When grandpa came to the US he met my grandmother who was from Irland and then my dad was born in North Dakota.
My mom was born Scotland and she moved to the US when she was 2 years old and I end up in Northern Albeta!!!!!!
From my dad´s side we have been brewing beer for 4 generations!! and not a single alcoholic in the family, we just enjoy the good taste of good beer.!
Part of our heritage.
Cheers
Bill
[29-09-2008,14:22]
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Bill |
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my Mom is the last survivor of her generation. We are furiously writing things down and thankfully, her memory is much better than mine and she is enjoying the idea of telling us about her play house made out of banana boxes that came from the general store... and that an ice cream cone was 5 cents.
how´s this for a good immigrant story. As a young man, my grandpa would hang out with his buddies at the train station to see who was arriving from entry points east (Montreal or Halifax).
One sunny summer afternoon, a 19 year old girl stepped off the train with her family to start their new life in Saskatchewan. He took one look at her and leaned over to his friend and said - I am going to marry that one! 18 months later...they were married.
My cousin just sent me a map that shows the family farm on PEI in 1880. How´s this for bizarre... her son found the book of maps in the garbage bin and thought it looked interesting.
[29-09-2008,18:03]
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Sharon |
