Anyone who has stopped by here from time to time may recall how much I enjoy Christmas. I chose my blog design based on that fact and the blog design isn’t likely to change. I collect Christmas videos. I have 195 of them right now. I can’t say that I watch any given number in a week or even a month, but there are enough there to choose from when I get a mind to do it. With all the knitting I do, I am in the process of Christmas most of the time, in one way or another.
But . . . I have never felt so in the middle of a Christmas story as I have since I jumped into the deep end of the genealogical research I’ve been doing.
I noticed it yesterday as I started taking down the names of ancestors whose graves GN and I plan to visit soon.
The Gram family tree is dotted with Mary’s and Joseph’s and Nicholas’ in several different languages and generations. I ran across a few more today. Some died old, and some died very young. Every cemetery we need to visit has several of each.
Some of the Joseph’s married Mary’s. Some of the Mary’s married Nicholas’. Some of the non-Joseph’s and non-Mary’s and non-Nicholas’ named their children Joseph and/or Mary, and/or Nicholas. One of the Mary’s died on December 25th . . . a long time ago.
Makes me wonder if I should be taking flowers to the cemeteries, or gold, frankincense, and myrrh . . . or candy canes.