I think Judi needs a little intermission with all this excitement.
Not that I don’t have nothing more to write about my 8th cousin’s ancestors, but I just want to let her know how all this started in the first place.
We all have recollections deeply etched in our inner child.
I won’t go into that theory that I believe has some truth in it.
Recollecting a picture is what led me to all this frenzied search for my ancestors back in 2007 when my brother brought these pictures among others.
My recollection was not about these people but something which looked like this. A picture that was on a drawer in my grandparents’ living room.
This man was one of my four great-grandfathers. He was my paternal grandmother’s father.
There is a whole lot of stories behind how I got this picture but I won’t go into them.
Last week I got a message from a man on Souvenirs de guerre which is one of my other blogs. I won’t go into this story also.
I only want to share this anecdote. This man’s wife told him about my blog which is about HMCS Athabaskan, a ship that was sunk on April 29, 1944 off the coast of France. This man’s uncle died when the destroyer was torpedoed.
The irony is that this man’s wife was also related to Édouard Métayer my great-grandfather.
The man on this picture she never saw before is his great-grandfather Émile. Émile was Édouard’s first son.
Needless to say she never saw this picture of Edouard her great-great-grandfather smoking a pipe…