Thursday, 08 January 2015
On Genealogy
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
How neat, I thought, that it would be,
To trace my genealogy,
To know the names, the times and how
My family grew, from then, to now.
The chart looked like a pyramid;
I put my name on top, I did.
Below I wrote in Mom and Dad,
The closest relatives I had.
Next, grandparents, four in all,
My parents’ parents, I recall.
And then the “greats,” eight in number;
No time now to think of slumber.
The second “greats” equal sixteen,
More relatives than I’d foreseen,
Until I got to “great, great, greats”;
All thirty-two, both men and mates.
I need to slow my search a while;
Took time to add them to the file;
Left room for uncles, cousins, aunts,
Part of the crowd my birth enhanced.
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Do you have actual names for the triple greats?
Posted by: Trudi | Thursday, 08 January 2015 at 05:45 AM
For those who may be interested, I traced my ancestry back to my great-great-great-grandfather, on my father's side, who was born in 1790.
Posted by: marc leavitt | Thursday, 08 January 2015 at 06:45 AM
Have you thought about writing your own life story (a memoir)? I think it's important to pass along the thread of life from one generation to another. It gives the younger generation a sense of time and place. They can feel they're part of a bigger picture and realize they are who they are because of those that came before them.
Posted by: Mary Hertslet | Thursday, 08 January 2015 at 08:34 AM