We Are the Chosen

[emanday]

I just received this in an email from one of the family name mailing lists I am subscribed to. Thought it said it all...

We are the chosen.
My feelings are in each family there is one who seems called to find the ancestors. To put flesh on their bones and make them live again, to tell the family story and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
To me, doing genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts but, instead, breathing life into all who have gone before. We are the story tellers of the tribe. All tribes have one. We have been called as it were by our genes. Those who have gone before cry out to us: Tell our story. So, we do. In finding them, we somehow find ourselves.
How many graves have I stood before now and cried? I have lost count. How many times have I told the ancestors you have a wonderful family you would be proud of us? How many times have I walked up to a grave and felt somehow there was love there for me? I cannot say.
It goes beyond just documenting facts. It goes to who I am and why I do the things I do. It goes to seeing a cemetery about to be lost forever to weeds and indifference and saying I can't let this happen. The bones here are bones of my bone and flesh of my flesh. It goes to doing something about it. It goes to pride in what our ancestors were able to accomplish. How they contributed to what we are today. It goes to respecting their hardships and losses, their never giving in or giving up, their resoluteness to go on and build a life for their family.
It goes to deep pride that they fought to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us.
That we might be born who we are. That we might remember them. So we do.
With love and caring and scribing each fact of their existence, because we are them and they are us. So, as a scribe called, I tell the story of my family. It is up to that one called in the next generation to answer the call and take their place in the long line of family storytellers.
That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones.
- Unknown Author -

[Davie]

That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones

Ah think we'd aw agree wey yer post Mary, it could huv been penned by oany o' us.
"Puttin' flesh oan bones" wiz very apt.
Dae ye think the author meant the skeletons in oor cupboards?
Davie

[emanday]

That is why I do my family genealogy and that is what calls those young and old to step up and put flesh on the bones

Ah think we'd aw agree wey yer post Mary, it could huv been penned by oany o' us.
"Puttin' flesh oan bones" wiz very apt.
Dae ye think the author meant the skeletons in the cupboard?
Davie

Well, if there are any out there who've not discovered just one wee fact we'd been shocked about, I'd be surprised.

It's the phrase

because we are them and they are us

that really got me, though.

Sit at any family gathering and watch - Apart from physical similarities, how many of us display mannerisms, or see them in others, that we can immediately ascribe to parents, grandparents or grandparents? How many of those would we also see if we were able to go back in time and watch our ancestors?