Genealogy is a trickster and a grand informant. My earliest traceable ancestor on my father's side
immigrated to America from England to escape religious persecution.
He was a Methodist minister who settled in Woburn, MA. The year was 1608.
Following this line, there were two men who fought together in the Revolutionary War...
my gt.-gt.-gt. grandfather and his son, both named Jirah.
I have copies of their war papers. Jirah, Sr. was discharged in 1782, the document signed:
"By his excellency George Washington Esq., General and Commander of the Forces of the United States of America &c., John Trumbull, Secty. By reason of wounds or disabilities received in service, he was placed upon the pension list, and was a pensioner June 1, 1813, "Rank, Private. Annual stipend, $60."
I can't quite fathom this...George Washington himself.
My father's father was named Lewis Napoleon...
As for my own father, I wish I knew more.
Born today, April Fool's Day, 1924...he would have been 88.
I remain trumped by my own genealogy.
But back to grandpa Lewis... he married a young gal in 1917 by the name of Fanny Mae Bowyer.
She was from Hereford, England (the trickster is going full circle!) and while I lived in the UK in the late '80's,
I visited the village she came from.
I found the headstones of her/my ancestors in the village graveyard and had tea with distant cousins.
Fanny Mae was fond of hand work (just like my maternal grandmother). She knitted & sewed and sent me presents when I was little.
I don't know what all of this means except that genealogy is potent.