Saturday, October 18, 2014

The Story

Why do we tell stories? What is the purpose? I feel that everyone tells stories for their own reasons. Just as we all need to hear stories for different reasons, some people for inspiration and there are those who need to learn something. I love the song by Brandi Carlile called The Story.

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true... I was made for you

Genealogy, to me, is the same. I fell in love with finding other people’s stories, their trials, their joy and their inspiring moments. I have found so many untold stories of unsung heroes. Stories are hidden in journals, documents and pictures waiting to be shared.

I read a book by Jodi Picoult called The Storyteller. It’s about a woman who learns about a Nazi Soldier and Jewish girl and how their story comes together. I love this quote in the story by the young Jewish girl. “If I had to die in this hellhole, and the odds were very good that would happen, then maybe someone else would survive, and tell their children the story a girl had told them at night in the block. Fiction is like that, once it is released into the world: contagious, persistent. Like the contents of Pandora’s Box, a story that’s freely given can’t be contained anymore. It becomes infectious, spreading from the person who created it, to the person who listens, and passes it on.”

I just love that quote. Family History holds stories that are waiting to be told. My great grandmother Viola Stout wrote in her journal about why she writes. “My children and grandchildren might ask, ‘Why hash over all these things, just the facts are sufficient.’ Not for me. The unknown or heretofore untold parts of my life are the moving forces that motivated my actions and my thinking; made me what I am. We are all products of our background and our thoughts. To write my true story many things must be written that probably would be best left buried, but without which no one would really know my story nor me.”

Someday, somewhere in time, someone is waiting for the story that will help them in their life.

Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Nancy Naomi Alexander Tracy- Faith

I just finished reading my 4th Great Grandmother's journal that she kept during her travels as a Mormon Pioneer. She is amazing and so inspirational. She went through so much and still continued as a faithful member, mother and wife. 
One of my favorite parts in her journal she wrote in 1885.
"... It is a marvel to me when I looked back upon my past life, of my journeyings in poverty and of the persecutions, sacrifices, and suffering, that I am alive to tell the tale. It is more than power of mortal man that has sustained and preserved me. The wicked are slaying the wicked, the earth quakes, destruction by sea and by land, nation rising against nation as has been told by the Prophets. We cling to the Constitution while enemies are tearing it to shreds and full of hatred. Perhaps my children's children will read with some degree of interest this short history, although a hundredth part hath not been told.
Farewell, Nancy Naomi Alexander Tracy"

Monday, December 30, 2013

The Christmas House

Family Storytelling, Christmas Memories, Traditions, Family Story

This time of year is wonderful and busy and nostalgic. I wrote an article about my Grandpa's first house in America on Family Storytelling. Enjoy!

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Treasure box Thursday- Christmas book

Seven years ago my husband's grandparents passed away only four months apart. Before they did the estate sale they let everyone come over and go through all the stuff. This little gem was sitting on a table with older books, and puzzles. When I saw it I knew that I wanted it.  

It belonged to his Grandma, Alene Anderson Oldroyd. I wish I knew what year she got it and what it meant to her. I could tell that she had it before she was married since her name says Alene Anderson. I wish I knew if she wrote both or if the top was written by her mother. Genealogy is so mysterious.  
 I loved Grandma Oldroyd so much. I had the pleasure of living near her for the first six months of my marriage. On top of that my husband would mow their lawn and I would get an hour of alone time to visit Grandma. I miss them so much and although my daughter was four months old and eight months old when we lost them. I wish my kids got to know them here on this earth.

I tried to find some information on the author and could find much. I know that Beatrix Potter wrote most of the Peter Rabbit books. I wish I could find out more. This book will forever be a treasure that I hold dear to me.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Tuesday Tombstone- Allen Joseph Stout

About a month ago I was on a trip in Southern Utah, which I visit a lot, but I realized that it was close to my 4th Great Grandfather's grave in Rockville, Utah. We decided to go visit the grave in Rockville. It was nice to see it and see where such a great man is buried.
The Cemetery was not what I expected. It's not kept up the best and we were surprised to see some graves that had been dug up above ground. Most of them did not have place markers at all. We think that they were dug up to show where they think people are already buried. It was sad for me to see some forgotten people. I hope to try to visit a lot more of my ancestors graves. To remember them and pay them respects. I think we all owe a lot to those who came before us. They made sacrifices and created a life that we can now live.
We found this teddy bear that was alone on the dirt. I'm not sure who it belonged to or was meant for. My oldest daughter was sad seeing it alone. But we left it there. It was a good experience and I am glad I finally went to see the cemetery.

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Saturday Stories- Family Storytelling

It's been a busy few weeks, but I think I am back to normal now. Today I would like to share a web site that I started writing for. Family Storytelling. I have my first article up now called The Story and I am really proud of it. I shared something from my Great Grandmother Viola Stout again. I feel that I got my love for writing from her. I am thankful for my experiences and the ability to do what I love.