Fred Smith Family
Fred & Mary
They Married in 2020
Newest Little One - Lilly
Have two children: Frank and Lilly
Vår felles historie
Dette nettstedet er familiens private digitale minnebok, et digitalt samlingspunkt for alle oss som deler det samme DNA-et (eller har giftet seg inn i det, heldige som dere er!).
Fordi vi ønsker å ta godt vare på personvernet til alle som er sprell levende i dag, er detaljer om nålevende familiemedlemmer trygt låst bak en digital hengelås.
Er du i slekt og har lyst på en personlig nøkkel til herligheten? Det skal du selvfølgelig få! Men ingenting i livet er som kjent helt gratis – selv ikke blant oss som deler besteforeldre. Kontingenten for å få en brukerkonto er enkel, men ikke omsettelig: Du må betale med informasjon!
For at slektstreet vårt skal holde seg friskt, grønt og oppdatert, forventer jeg at du deler opplysninger om din egen lille gren av treet. Jeg vil ha navn og datoer på partnere, barn, barnebarn, og hvem vet – kanskje til og med gullfisken din hvis den betyr mye for deg. Så snart du sender meg en oppdatering på dine nærmeste, dumper det en flunkende ny innlogging ned i e-postkassen din. Avtale?
Hvis du har kommet hit i håp om å se et "ferdig og strøkent" resultat, må jeg nok skuffe deg med en gang. Slektsforskning er nemlig en kronisk diagnose uten kur; det blir aldri ferdig. Hver gang jeg finner en ny ane, dukker det automatisk opp to nye foreldre som må spores opp. Det er et evighetsprosjekt i ordets mest positive forstand!
For å gjøre denne nettsiden oversiktlig, har jeg delt den inn i to unike deler: Selve skjelettet (Databasen): Dette er den strukturerte delen. Her finner du de kalde, harde faktaene – fødselsdatoer, dåpsprotokoller, vielsesattester og dødsår. Det er her vi holder orden i sysakene slik at Linnea (4) ikke blir plassert som datteren til Harald Hårfagre. Selve sjelen (Historiene): La oss være ærlige – en lang liste med årstall kan bli litt tørr i lengden. Derfor brenner jeg for å fylle dette nettstedet med fortellinger.
Jeg vil blåse støv av menneskene bak tallene! Hvem var de egentlig? Hva levde de av? Her vil du finne historier om alt fra slitet på husmannsplassen og dramatiske skipsforlis, til kjærlighetsbrev fra 1800-tallet og kanskje en og annen fargerik familiehemmelighet som tåler dagens lys.
We are the chosen. 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. 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.
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 the fathers fought and some died to make and keep us a nation. It goes to a deep and immense understanding that they were doing it for us.
It is of equal pride and love that our mothers struggled to give us birth, without them we could not exist, and so we love each one, as far back as we can reach. 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 they and they are the sum of who we are. 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 my 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 restore the memory or greet those who we had never known before.
Newest Little One - Lilly
Have two children: Frank and Lilly
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Lucy on her wedding day to Ben Jones.
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Paula with her grandmother sitting on Granny's new car. Ready to cruise around town.
Visste du at små biter av vårt DNA kan avsløre slektens glemte røtter og forbløffende forbindelser?
Så jeg bruker DNA til å fylle ut hull i slektstreet.
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Fred was one of the first people buried in Greenwood Cemetery. This cemetery is one of the oldest in the city. Many of our family members are buried there as early at 1868.
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Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.
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