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Post by 1dave on Aug 8, 2023 22:43:44 GMT -5
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khara
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Post by khara on Aug 9, 2023 5:10:19 GMT -5
I have a couple genealogists in my family so am lucky to know, or be able to find anyway, quite a bit of family history. I’ve always enjoyed the stories of my ancestors. What strikes me though is the vast difference between their lives and mine. They were true pioneers. They literally cut roads through mountains, invented machines, drove the first cars, flew the first airplanes, and built businesses from nothing. They struggled, hard, and overcame.
In comparison, my life has been quite bland. It seems a little bit of a shame. Is there any pioneering left to do? Seems most pioneering now is in the tech world, which I’m not privy to, or maybe the medical world, also unknown to me. So what are our generations grand accomplishments? Where do we find meaning and contribute? Still trying to answer that while also doing the daily grind.
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Post by rockjunquie on Aug 9, 2023 9:32:12 GMT -5
I have a couple genealogists in my family so am lucky to know, or be able to find anyway, quite a bit of family history. I’ve always enjoyed the stories of my ancestors. What strikes me though is the vast difference between their lives and mine. They were true pioneers. They literally cut roads through mountains, invented machines, drove the first cars, flew the first airplanes, and built businesses from nothing. They struggled, hard, and overcame. In comparison, my life has been quite bland. It seems a little bit of a shame. Is there any pioneering left to do? Seems most pioneering now is in the tech world, which I’m not privy to, or maybe the medical world, also unknown to me. So what are our generations grand accomplishments? Where do we find meaning and contribute? Still trying to answer that while also doing the daily grind. I have many genealogy books about the individual ancestors, too. You're right. It's amazing what they have gone through and overcome. Personally, in my life, I have overcome enough to be proud of, but nothing AT ALL like their lives. It's humbling.
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Fossilman
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Post by Fossilman on Aug 9, 2023 13:26:03 GMT -5
Awesome that's how to do it... I was the weird child in the 1950's and early 1960's, I loved hanging around the elder family members. I would listen to all their stories, go home and write them down.. Most were from the 1800's and early 1900's.. I write everything down that I have done, places I've been, people I've seen. I have journals everywhere, even in my shop and trk. Write it all down! I have a cousin who has a Masters degree in genealogy, so that's covered too .. It's great to keep the mind focused...
I have stories that would curl a normal person's toes hahaha.. My elder family just didn't sit in their rocking chairs and thought, if I had only did that! Your grandkids and beyond will love your stories on paper, believe me....
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Post by rockjunquie on Aug 9, 2023 14:22:52 GMT -5
Awesome that's how to do it... I was the weird child in the 1950's and early 1960's, I loved hanging around the elder family members. I would listen to all their stories, go home and write them down.. Most were from the 1800's and early 1900's.. I write everything down that I have done, places I've been, people I've seen. I have journals everywhere, even in my shop and trk. Write it all down! I have a cousin who has a Masters degree in genealogy, so that's covered too .. It's great to keep the mind focused... I have stories that would curl a normal person's toes hahaha.. My elder family just didn't sit in their rocking chairs and thought, if I had only did that! Your grandkids and beyond will love your stories on paper, believe me.... OMG! That is so cool!!
I used to visit the old cemetery with my mom. She and my grandmother would share the old stories. The family members there went back to the early 1700s. I really enjoyed myself. I love American history, too, so it's nice knowing what Revolutionary service they had and what battles they were in. It's so cool in the digital age to access those kinds of records. Most of them back up what the family lore was.
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JR8675309
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Post by JR8675309 on Aug 13, 2023 20:51:00 GMT -5
It's a fantastic idea! One thing I'm so grateful for in this life is having tapes of my Mother singing, my duo playing out at a gig and sessions recorded with friends. There are sparks of songs I started to record on minidisc that one day I'll listen to and remember a time and a place. I'm fortunate to have videos of my sister singing to me over FaceTime. Memories of a bygone time.
I've tried writing in journals and never seem to keep them going. Audio has always worked for me. Keep writing!
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Post by rockjunquie on Aug 14, 2023 6:48:11 GMT -5
AND should I include stories about the people I've worked with? The guy who placed a pistol against his throat and blasted his tongue off, and now loves to talk with his mouth full of food . . . I still cringe from that memory when I see people eating! I guess it depends on your target audience! LOL!
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Post by rockjunquie on Aug 14, 2023 6:56:22 GMT -5
It's a fantastic idea! One thing I'm so grateful for in this life is having tapes of my Mother singing, my duo playing out at a gig and sessions recorded with friends. There are sparks of songs I started to record on minidisc that one day I'll listen to and remember a time and a place. I'm fortunate to have videos of my sister singing to me over FaceTime. Memories of a bygone time. I've tried writing in journals and never seem to keep them going. Audio has always worked for me. Keep writing! I can see where that works for you. I wish I had the cassettes my dad and I used to send to each other when he was out to sea.
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Post by Mel on Aug 21, 2023 23:52:34 GMT -5
I think this is a wonderful project; very few people see us how we see ourselves and it's often quite the shock for both parties to get the other view.
Until I had kids I never considered my own story; life was to be lived and that was that. Now I have a private blog I'll give them access to when they're older (much, much older) so that they can see what really made me tick, along with giving them all their own gmail accounts that I email stories or funny things they've done or random photos etc. when I think of them. With the way my memory is now, in ten years I'll probably (hopefully) have time to start writing my life story but get distracted and end up writing down a recipe for a terrible fruitcake or something.
I'd love to read your story if you ever want to share it. I've always found other peoples lives endless fascinating.
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Post by velodromed on Aug 24, 2023 22:06:42 GMT -5
Here’s the readers digest version. I’m from circus people and farmers. My dads mom was a Spanish trapeze artist and the rest of her family were in the Barnum and Bailey circus, early 1900s. My dads father was a wild Irish guy, navy vet and rode Harley’s. My moms folks were farmers for over 50 years down in the Valley along the Rio Grand. I inherited strong aspects from both sides. I grew up in Houston, TX but hated it, so I hitchhiked to Alaska when I was 21. Spent near 2 years on the road before settling down in northern California, got married, raised a family and was a realtor for 20 years. I was a life long cyclist up until 2012, when my neck went out and severe nerve trauma set in. Moved back to Texas, had C2-7 fused during a 12 hour surgery in 2016 and tried to become active again, but my spine continued to degrade and the nerve damage was already done. I divorced in 2017 and remarried in 2020. I have a 10 year old step daughter that I really love. We spent 2 years in a child custody battle to get full and final custody of her from her abusive, alcoholic father. Our life revolves around her. We’re both in our early 50s so keeping up with the Kid is hard, but I love our life so much. I’m still dealing with constant pain and have had 3 surgeries just in the last 9 months. I had to stop working after the first surgery last year so I could heal and put all I have left into my family. My wife works for the VA full time remote and really needs my constant help. She was hit with breast cancer a year after we married. 9 months of chemo and several surgeries later she is cancer free, but still healing. The 4 times we got Covid hasn’t helped either, but we are managing. Team work, we can do most anything with team work, as I constantly teach the Kid. I’m not allowed on a bicycle anymore so my hobbies are building and running high end RC cars and rocks. Rocks have slowly eclipsed RC because my wife and kid love them too, so it’s a family hobby. RC is more my thing. Things are looking better now and hopefully calmer compared to the last couple years. I only need one or two more surgeries (I’ve had 17 in my life so far) and I’m trying to get them out of the way this year, so we can have a nice boring and routine year next year. We hope lol.
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Post by velodromed on Sept 5, 2023 16:25:01 GMT -5
On my dad’ side. Early 1900s Barnum and Bailey Circus, formally known as the ‘Flying Armentas’. When I found these photos after my grandmother passed, I had them made into canvases and they’ve hung on the wall with pride for many years. My grandmother Great grandmother Grandmother, great uncle and aunt.
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Post by rockjunquie on Sept 5, 2023 16:33:04 GMT -5
That is so cool! Something to be proud of for sure.
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Post by velodromed on Sept 6, 2023 10:36:23 GMT -5
That is so cool! Something to be proud of for sure.
I was on a mountain biking team in Northern California called Team Wrong Way for about 10 years. I often talked about being from circus people. And then the day came that I showed everybody the pictures during a post training ride meal. The whole table erupted in laughter and surprise. They had thought all those years I was just saying it in exaggeration, they didn’t realize that I was literally from circus people. I was told that explained a lot about me. And it does. I may be the spitting image of my blonde haired, blue-eyed, Irish grandfather, but I am built like my Spanish tumbling and trapeze artist ancestors. Short, wirery and crazy.
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Post by rockjunquie on Sept 6, 2023 10:54:29 GMT -5
That is so cool! Something to be proud of for sure.
I was on a mountain biking team in Northern California called Team Wrong Way for about 10 years. I often talked about being from circus people. And then the day came that I showed everybody the pictures during a post training ride meal. The whole table erupted in laughter and surprise. They had thought all those years I was just saying it in exaggeration, they didn’t realize that I was literally from circus people. I was told that explained a lot about me. And it does. I may be the spitting image of my blonde haired, blue-eyed, Irish grandfather, but I am built like my Spanish tumbling and trapeze artist ancestors. Short, wirery and crazy. My grandson's bestie's mother comes from a carnival family. His friend has worked there several summers. His grandfather owns it, but it's getting to be too much for him. He wants to hand it down to his grandson, but he wants out of the life. It's a disappearing way of life.
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Post by velodromed on Sept 6, 2023 11:21:45 GMT -5
I was on a mountain biking team in Northern California called Team Wrong Way for about 10 years. I often talked about being from circus people. And then the day came that I showed everybody the pictures during a post training ride meal. The whole table erupted in laughter and surprise. They had thought all those years I was just saying it in exaggeration, they didn’t realize that I was literally from circus people. I was told that explained a lot about me. And it does. I may be the spitting image of my blonde haired, blue-eyed, Irish grandfather, but I am built like my Spanish tumbling and trapeze artist ancestors. Short, wirery and crazy. My grandson's bestie's mother comes from a carnival family. His friend has worked there several summers. His grandfather owns it, but it's getting to be too much for him. He wants to hand it down to his grandson, but he wants out of the life. It's a disappearing way of life. That is cool! The story goes my family moved from Spain to Mexico to escape persecution. They were gypsies. My great grandmother was the only high wire slack rope walker. Three stories up with no net. She would walk the slack rope while playing a guitar as one of her big acts. It caught the eye of Barnum, so they joined for many years. My grandmother, a trapeze artist along with her sister, was attacked by a chimpanzee that had escaped when she was in her early 20s, ripping her knee open and ending her career. I remember her showing me the jagged scars on her knee when I was young. My twin uncles were the fastest tumblers in the world, until one died during an act. Unfortunately I’ll never learn more. That side of the family is gone. My Irish grandfather was disowned by his family for marrying a ‘Mexican circus worker’, and the memories suppressed as much as possible. By the time I started trying to learn more, the history was lost when my grandmother suddenly passed. These pictures and my grandmothers stories are all I have.
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Post by rockjunquie on Sept 6, 2023 11:25:18 GMT -5
My grandson's bestie's mother comes from a carnival family. His friend has worked there several summers. His grandfather owns it, but it's getting to be too much for him. He wants to hand it down to his grandson, but he wants out of the life. It's a disappearing way of life. That is cool! The story goes my family moved from Spain to Mexico to escape persecution. They were gypsies. My great grandmother was the only high wire slack rope walker. Three stories up with no net. She would walk the slack rope while playing a guitar as one of her big acts. It caught the eye of Barnum, so they joined for many years. My grandmother, a trapeze artist along with her sister, was attacked by a chimpanzee that had escaped when she was in her early 20s, ripping her knee open and ending her career. I remember her showing me the jagged scars on her knee when I was young. My twin uncles were the fastest tumblers in the world, until one died during an act. Unfortunately I’ll never learn more. That side of the family is gone. My Irish grandfather was disowned by his family for marrying a ‘Mexican circus worker’, and the memories surpassed as much as possible. By the time I started trying to learn more, the history was lost when my grandmother suddenly passed. These pictures and my grandmothers stories are all I have. Aw man, that's terrible to hear. At least you know that much. Maybe Barnum has good records and pictures? Worth looking into.
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Post by velodromed on Sept 6, 2023 11:27:35 GMT -5
That is cool! The story goes my family moved from Spain to Mexico to escape persecution. They were gypsies. My great grandmother was the only high wire slack rope walker. Three stories up with no net. She would walk the slack rope while playing a guitar as one of her big acts. It caught the eye of Barnum, so they joined for many years. My grandmother, a trapeze artist along with her sister, was attacked by a chimpanzee that had escaped when she was in her early 20s, ripping her knee open and ending her career. I remember her showing me the jagged scars on her knee when I was young. My twin uncles were the fastest tumblers in the world, until one died during an act. Unfortunately I’ll never learn more. That side of the family is gone. My Irish grandfather was disowned by his family for marrying a ‘Mexican circus worker’, and the memories surpassed as much as possible. By the time I started trying to learn more, the history was lost when my grandmother suddenly passed. These pictures and my grandmothers stories are all I have. Aw man, that's terrible to hear. At least you know that much. Maybe Barnum has good records and pictures? Worth looking into.
Someday. I tried everything I know to do. Maybe I’ll hire a service to help in the future or something. But for now, what I know and have is enough.
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