So hang on. You found out where your family actually was from, it was only 90 minutes away (Medlow to sydney distance) and you didn’t drive there to check it out???
Hi Polly! Yes, of course I did! In fact I drove to Limerick straight after finishing that delicious serving of fish and chips. Next instalment coming soon!
Genealogy is tricky stuff. I’m fortunate that a teacher from one side of our family did most of the legwork for us and he is across a lot of the hazards, now assuring us that there is no way of confirming exactly where one of our forebears came from.
On the other side, however, we were lucky to have a great great grandparent emigrate here and leave his place of birth on his gravestone, smart guy hey? “Native of Derrygoolin.” Go Martin.
None of our Irish searches are helped by the loss of many census records in a fire during the 1916 uprising either. Tricky stuff!! Looking forward to hearing about Limerick, David.
It sure is tricky. I haven't even begun to wrap my head around everything I have learnt since starting out on my own little genealogy journey: it's like being given a thousand and one threads and then being expected to weave a blanket!
Oh, I love how the word “Rubbishy” broke through the barriers with your lovely A— interlocutor. It's all about establishing something in common. 😉 A fantastic tale. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Barbara! It certainly changed the dynamic! And made me think about why I tend to prefer unverified online information over talking to actual people! Something about the supposed 'certainty' of typed/catalogued information versus the elusiveness of human speech, maybe?
So hang on. You found out where your family actually was from, it was only 90 minutes away (Medlow to sydney distance) and you didn’t drive there to check it out???
Hi Polly! Yes, of course I did! In fact I drove to Limerick straight after finishing that delicious serving of fish and chips. Next instalment coming soon!
Genealogy is tricky stuff. I’m fortunate that a teacher from one side of our family did most of the legwork for us and he is across a lot of the hazards, now assuring us that there is no way of confirming exactly where one of our forebears came from.
On the other side, however, we were lucky to have a great great grandparent emigrate here and leave his place of birth on his gravestone, smart guy hey? “Native of Derrygoolin.” Go Martin.
None of our Irish searches are helped by the loss of many census records in a fire during the 1916 uprising either. Tricky stuff!! Looking forward to hearing about Limerick, David.
It sure is tricky. I haven't even begun to wrap my head around everything I have learnt since starting out on my own little genealogy journey: it's like being given a thousand and one threads and then being expected to weave a blanket!
Looking forward to reading about the rest of the story with the next installment.
Oh, I love how the word “Rubbishy” broke through the barriers with your lovely A— interlocutor. It's all about establishing something in common. 😉 A fantastic tale. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you, Barbara! It certainly changed the dynamic! And made me think about why I tend to prefer unverified online information over talking to actual people! Something about the supposed 'certainty' of typed/catalogued information versus the elusiveness of human speech, maybe?
Cheers D! Reading this by Waratah Bay (Bass Strait): “I dream I see white horses dance upon that other ocean.”
Yeah, that's a great line, isn't it?
Hilarious.
Glad you liked it, Marnie!!