The Family You Know and The Family You Don't
I can see why my grandmother fell for my grandfather. What a dashing guy. The mustashe is very Errol Flynn |
I found myself sobbing uncontrollably a bit today. You see,
I had asked my mother for pictures of my paternal grandfather as the books I
had inherited from my grandmother was strangely devoid of his picture anywhere.
Mom had sent them and I opened them up. There was a man that was in one way
familiar and yet in another someone totally foreign to me.
How very young he looks. Familiar but a stranger to me. |
I had asked my mother for these pictures for my Hallmark
family tree that I have in my dining room. Family is very important to me and I
wanted to put this together not just for myself, but so my son had a visible
history of where he came from. At first he wasn’t interested at all, assuming
it was just another decoration, but every now and then he’ll ask who someone is
on the tree. The left side is my husband’s family and the right is mine.
Sweethearts |
Looking at my grandfather’s pictures, I was touched at how
young and full of hope he was. How he held my grandmother, the pictures of them
on bikes with their baby (my father) in the bike’s basket, their wedding
pictures and their family pictures. By the time I came around, while still
married, they seemed to live very independent lives. My grandmother was the one who would take us
up north to the cabin, many times without my grandfather. My grandmother would
do things with her sister, come out to see us at our house and baby sit my
brother and myself all devoid of my grandfather. He had his charity work,
working with a local radio station, driving the float in the local parades or
working at Crossroads Village
in Geneseeville (http://www.geneseecountyparks.org/pages/crossroads). We did do things together and they did too, but they certainly
had very independent lives as well.
Grandma had ripped all these pictures up in the album I
received. Twenty years after his death, she had found out some upsetting news
that drove her to do this. I understand. I’m not that unsure I wouldn’t have
done the same. Still, it left a void to page through all these pictures only to
have none of the man who was still so much a part of my childhood.
Biking with baby. |
When a family member seems to just disappear from the scene,
it leaves a hole. The actions of one generation leave a scar on the next.
People don’t talk about situations. Certain topics aren’t brought up or certain
people. Life goes on but for future generations there is a big question mark.
People have a right to know where they came from good or bad. They have a need
to know why things were the way they were, why people behaved the way they did.
As children, we may simply accept the way things were, but as wiser adults we
wonder what made people behave the way they did.
Great Grandma S with one of my aunts. |
Great grandma S always struck me as a kind woman. She
clearly loved her grandchildren but things were always very secretive when it
came to her husband. Everyone has one part of the puzzle but no one has it all.
My aunt said that grandma S once told her that her husband’s name was John.
Research shows it was Frederick John S. Great Grandma S also told my aunt that
he moved down to Ohio and raised
a second family. I’ve found no divorce records. Even when great grandma S was
dying, my mother said, “I love you grandma” and great grandma S said, “I know”.
Why couldn’t she say, “I love you, too?” Was it the way she was raised? Was it
because of the way her husband had treated her? These are the unanswered
questions. They trickle down to future generations who wonder the great
questions as “Why?”
Ultimately, I think I found myself sobbing over my
grandfather’s pictures because I realized that no matter what family drama had
gone on in the past, I truly missed him. I missed his laugh and I missed his
presence. And I will find out about great grandpa S, his story and his lack of
presence. Why did he leave? What kind of person was he? Was my great
grandmother better for not having him in her life or did she miss him? Did he
ever wonder about his child or was my grandfather simply and inconvenience?
Some of these questions will never be known but as a descendant, I carry this
blood in my veins and have a right to know. Holes are horrible things.
Stacey I am crying with you. I was fortunate enough to be left hundreds of photos of past relatives and stories to go with them, left by my Grandfather which I am currently trying to put together. There are some stories that were left as secrets until now and some stories came forward after finding people on Ancestry.com. We even had a family reunion after he died from long lost relatives that I found through that site, so good luck with your discoveries. Popping over from Time Travel Thursday, and so glad I have found you. A new follower x
ReplyDeleteI wish you all the best in finding your family history. Too many times, things were never told to us, many times the previous generation just tended not to talk about such things. The problem becomes that no one knows their history. I had relatives that lived only two miles away from my home that I never met. The reason I never knew them is my mother never knew them. They lived in the same village!
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you were able to meet up with your relatives and start unraveling your family history. Best of wishes in your search and thanks so much for dropping by!
I love your blog so much, I am adding it to my bloglist so I won't miss a post. We are different generations, but sisters none the less in my opinion. I've been collecting all my mother-in-law's old pictures and quilts and joining research sites this Winter to find the pieces of mine and my husband's family.
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