Brother and sister reuniting Rose and moi.
No pictures, just images from parish registers or census pages.
I could go on and on with all I found about Rose and moi, but I have invited Rose as an editor on my private Ancestry tree so she can indulge in her own ancestors.
Next time, who also has Ojibwe blood.
Call it self-control if you want.
I could have posted this last Sunday with my other post.
I am not related at all with the people on that slideshow.
This picture was shared with me in 2009, and it started my obsession with old pictures.
I had to know who these people were, and I had to write about them on a blog.
Write I did, and practically everyone on that picture was later identified starting with the patriarch Jean-Marie Hogue…
His son Arthur Hogue…
His second wife on the right… and his brother Napoléon Hogue on the left…
His son Adonis Hogue on his mother’s lap…
Yes, he’s a boy.
Corinne, Jean-Marie’s daughter, with her two hands on her lap…
I could go on and on, and bore you to death about this extended family seen on a wedding picture taken on April 14,1909, in Malborough, Massachusetts, but I won’t.
Call it self-control if you want.
Jean-Marie Hogue, a French-Canadian, emigrated to the U.S., and worked most of his life in a shoe factory.
I’ll be turning 84 next December…
Little old moi in 1949
2032, that’s still a long way to go before I can get my hand on an old picture of Henriette Alexandre, my great-grandmother.
Call it an obsession if you want.
I have been blessed so far by distant relatives who have been sharing their precious old pictures with me, and allowed me to share them with you since 2009.
These are the first two pictures I posted on this blog in September 2009. I am not the man seen here on this picture.
How I met Paul-Émile Chaumont is how I came to meet all those who have been sharing their pictures and their stories with me since then.
Call it obsession is you want…
Did you know I have more than 34,000 individual files on my private Ancestry tree I started back in 2009 after migrating my Gedcom from My Heritage to Ancestry?
Did you know I have more than 5,000 pictures on my private tree on Ancestry?
Did you know I have written more than 900 posts on this blog, and even more on its French version Nos ancêtres?
Did you know I have more than one blog?
Did you know I always reply to requests people send me?
Did you know no money is involved in all of this? No DNA testing also.
Did you know I am still waiting for David Victor Lagasse’s old pictures he promised he would send last month? Or is it two months ago?
Did you know how patient I can be?
Did you know this was one of the first pictures I posted on this blog, and the person who sent it never wrote back never giving an explanation?
He has to be crazy to look for dead people, and inventing captions…
Bill Bigelow taught high school social studies in Portland, Ore. for almost 30 years. He is the curriculum editor of “Rethinking Schools” and the co-director of the Zinn Education Project. This project offers free materials to teach people’s history and an “If We Knew Our History” article series. Bigelow is author or co-editor of numerous books, including “A People’s History” for the Classroom and “The Line Between Us: Teaching About the Border and Mexican Immigration”.
“For years, I opened my 11th-grade U.S. history classes by asking students, “What’s the name of that guy they say discovered America?” A few students might object to the word “discover,” but they all knew the fellow I was talking about, “Christopher Columbus!”, several called out in unison.
“Right. So who did he find when he came here?” I asked. Usually, a few students would say, “Indians,” but I asked them to be specific: “Which nationality? What are their names?”
In more than 30 years of teaching U.S. history and guest-teaching in others’ classes, I’ve never had a single student say, “Taínos.” So I ask them to think about that fact. “How do we explain that? We all know the name of the man who came here from Europe, but none of us knows the name of the people who were here first—and there were hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of them. Why haven’t you heard of them?”
This ignorance is an artifact of historical silencing—rendering invisible the lives and stories of entire peoples. It’s what educators began addressing in earnest 20 years ago, during plans for the 500th anniversary of Columbus’s arrival in the Americas, which at the time the boasted would be “the most stupendous international celebration in the history of notable celebrations.” Native American and social justice activists, along with educators of conscience, pledged to interrupt the festivities.” The full story Rethinking Columbus: Towards a True People’s History
You’ve got to be curious when you visit a cemetery because each headstone tells a story.
This is another picture taken on my journey to Stanbridge-East in 2008.
No known ancestors.
But that didn’t deter me from visiting more and more cemeteries with distant cousin Joe when we found each other on the Internet back in 2010 if I remember correctly.
This is the document that led me to Joe.
You should be if you found me by reading this blog or by sending a message to a complete stranger on Ancestry.
Cassandra should be, but not enough to read all the posts written on this blog.
This is post no. 865.
Reading all my posts would indeed be a sure sign of addiction to genealogy.
What about this small picture?
If you are addicted to Our Ancestors, I am sure you will come back later.
As a footnote, Cassandra, I sent you an invitation to view Robert’s private family tree. Check your inbox!