We are no longer under quarantine. Thank you for your kind wishes, concerns, and private messages. It may seem longer than it actually was, but it was long enough. It was extended, though, by what the medicines did to both of us. I have received what I think/hope is my last call from the Department of Public Health.
While Goodnight was resting, I had plenty of quiet time to continue my genealogy research. In the process, I was able to find the names of two ships on which my ancestors sailed to America. Reading the passenger manifests was incredibly touching to me. So many people did not survive those voyages. I was also able to find a replica of an oil painting that depicts one of the ships.
As a result of the research, my granddaughter an I are ready to take a ‘Hop, Skip, and Jump Vay-cay’ to visit some little villages (still unincorporated) where some of those family members lived out their lives . . . and are buried. One of my 3x great-grandfathers made the trip with his son, my 2x great-grandfather. I have found where 2x is buried, but not 3x, though I am counting on my intuition to lead me to the right place.
There are still some mysteries that I can’t solve by sitting at the computer, so GN and I are heading out on a road trip. First, the Hop - for a day. Then the Skip - for another day, and then the Jump - for the rest of the week to the Luxembourg Fest of America in Belgium, Wisconsin. I’ve never been there before . . . I didn’t know I was part Lux, but I’m glad I found out before the Fest!
We’ve been studying Lëtzebuergesch while under quarantine, so we should do okay if someone says hello of if we want to buy a doughnut.