A few years ago I subscribed to Ancestry.com in an effort to trace my ancestors. I was not successful in finding out very much useful information at all and I may end up marching myself over to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, and begin my search the old fashioned way: hunched over the city's archives.
What I do know is that my father's parents immigrated from Ireland but I don't know when they immigrated. My mother's parents were a different story. My grandmother was a Pennsylvania Dutch farm girl from Reading, Pennsylvania, who married a Mexican farm worker. He died before I was even born.
I don't remember my father at all (part of that story I've alluded to in previous posts) or his family and I would love to learn more about them and my Irish heritage so I think I'll begin there.
I share this because my family would never share past family information with me when I asked and that always troubled me as a child and young person. So wish me the "luck of the Irish" as I begin my journey!
Monday, February 15, 2010
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that must be why we get along so well--my grandma rose and her family were irish. =)
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