Most people go to Ancestry.com looking for their own families.Or like me, you might be distracted by others with your surname and get sucked into doing a One-Name Study. And then there’s the situation that author Amy Stewart found herself in, researching and writing a novel about Constance Kopp just because the story was so intriguing. Kopp, who became one of the country’s first female deputy sheriffs, lived with her sisters in the country outside Patterson, New Jersey. The sisters learned to shoot guns to protect themselves from a local bad guy.
This has nothing to do with my family, my surname, or even Hungarian genealogy, my usual passion. But I read the book, and the next book, and if you love a good story so should you.
But first, check out the back story of how Amy researched these fascinating crime-fighting sisters.
Just goes to show, you never know where genealogy research will lead you.
I promised that I would conduct an interview with myself this week. And it’s deadline time, because the Week 4 agenda comes out tomorrow.
This task made me feel really uncomfortable. I could hear Miss Piggy’s voice in my head.
“You want to interview Moi?”
It’s an adjustment for me to start my family history with myself, as Thomas recommends. I feel more comfortable focusing on telling the stories of the people who are gone. Some Do-Over participants found themselves writing memoirs. The thought of doing that intimidates me. Someday, when I’m older. Maybe.
But, as every family historian knows, the best source for the best stories is from your relatives while they are alive.
Last week when we visited my cousin’s family I planned to interview her mother, my late mother’s sister. We bought a voice recorder and even made sure it had batteries and we knew how to use it. I had my list of questions about her life, and my mother’s and their parents.
Sadly, my aunt was not feeling well enough for company and the interview never happened. My cousin will try to ask her my questions when and if she can.
So I finally did the interview with myself. Like so many things I don’t want to do, I expended more energy avoiding the task than just doing it.
The format I used was a simple timeline. Gee, that was easy. Maybe 10 minutes, tops. Now I can send this format to my siblings. Perhaps I can convince them to take a few minutes to fill out their timelines and then write down what they remember about our parents. It’s not exactly memoir. But it’s a place to start.