Read to the bottom for How to Use this Blog . I have been exploring genealogy since I was little, listening to all the stories told by Aunts Connie and Helena, Cousins Ann and Howie and Maurietta, Uncles Leonard and Arthur. There were m ore dead people in the stories than live ones, and they were lots more fun. This was way before it was anyone's hobby, when I was the only one who was interested. Sneaking into the Archives underage and running around graveyards. I was lost to the present, either reading books about Pilgrims or building stories in my head. Always asking, asking, asking. "How is he related to us? Who is their mother? What was her name, and her name, and her name? " While Aunt Anna said, "I don't want to find out anyone was arrested for stealing sheep." Now I find I know more stories about more people than anyone else. And I have more photos of other people's grandparents than anyone else, thanks to a mother who started taking pictures wh...
As I wrote, I channeled my mother and grandmother raising me, as well as what I brought into my own children’s childhoods. In Chapters One thru Five, we met Sarah Rushton walking her land grant in 1827 Westchester, Nova Scotia with her daughter Elizabeth and grandchildren. Sarah, husband Jeremiah, and family were exiled from New York as Loyalists after the Revolution. Promised land, the family boarded a ship for the unknown. After years, they boated and walked for days, hauling their belongings: iron pots, bedding, cows. Fretting over her husband’s plans to move the family to Upper Canada, Elizabeth asked, “How will I have a baby by myself in the wilderness?” Sarah explained that she avoided pregnancy as a refugee due to the danger. Considering childbirth’s risks without a midwife, kin, or house, Elizabeth decided to send her husband on and join him later.