The Origins of Me Part 1

Norman-British-Viking-Ancestral Line (Through Maternal Great Grandmother Emma Neese)

Acadian-French-British-Ancestral-Line (Through Paternal Grandmother Blanche Melanson)

I still have a load of work to do but my Mother and Father have these two colonial lines that just explode once you enter a specific name on your tree. Within all the branches on these lines there is AMAZING history about the founding of Europe as we know it, and the founding of America. To know that you are a piece of this gives a whole new meaning on History.

Still working on knowing who I am and where I come from.

~Josette

I Found Him

Introduction

 

In 2014, I started seeking my Mothers relatives and ancestry through committed genealogical research. See my German Ancestry Here

There are many naysayers about communicating with the dead, but I have dreams, and many of them, where they speak to me. Once I received baptismal records for my Maternal Grandfathers family I was able to build a better structure for our family tree and the dreams increased.

George Frederick Schramm is my Great Uncle, I had a dream about him back in 2014 See Post from 2014 here . I have sought George’s resting place and death record ever since and was never fortunate enough to locate him.

The Details

Recently, more records have been getting indexed by the LDS church and their tremendous effort toward genealogical research. I have noticed a spike in German family records as of lately, and it has boosted my ability to locate more information.

After finalizing my draft of my German Ancestry research and posting it on here yesterday, I went to lay down at night. I had the strongest urge to check for George again. I went to the family search website and decided to lookup death records in New York City. Knowing his birth date and year I still did a broad search of five years to be safe.  The result was a tear jerker, I FOUND HIM!

George died young at just the age of 24 on 10 Sept, 1942 and was buried on 14 Sept, 1942 at St. Michael’s Cemetery in East Elmhurst. The cause of death is not in the index and so I am ordering his death record to find out what happened.

Here’s where it gets spooky! I google the cemetery and realize it’s in Elmhurst. My second Great Grandmother Mary Ann wright had a dream with me about Elmhurst See dream post from 2014 here.

I rushed to my family tree and checked GG Grandma Mary’s cemetery and it was St. Michael’s. I had visited GG Grandma Mary not long after the dream I had with my sister. I am going to create a detailed post about her, she was killed tragically by her husband at the same age I was when she contacted me through a dream.

Back in 2014 I stood in the very cemetery George was in and didn’t even know! I will be visiting him shortly and I just know it will be emotional.

Stay Blessed

Josette xo

My German Ancestry

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Schramm- Coat of Arms

Beginning with Mom

The first Schramm in my life was of course my lovely Mother Barbara Ann Schramm. Mom was born to Robert Andrew Schramm and Josephine Paro on November 15, 1948 at Mother Cabrini Hospital in the Bronx, New York.

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Mom-Barbara Ann Schramm. Photo taken in Rockaway, Queens, New York. Credit: Aunt Laura

My Grandmother moved to Far Rockaway, Queens with my Mother and her siblings where she was raised. She never spoke much about her Father but she did treasure telling us tales of growing up in a big family of eight siblings. She spent many years away from her family on a farm with what she recalled as Mr. and Mrs. Shot, and these were her fondest memories. There were some darker tales of living with an Aunt Lizzie, in which my later genealogy research uncovered was her Great Aunt Elisabeth Schramm, also known as “Lizzie.”

The only memories she ever shared with me about her Father was that he was a World War II veteran and his death. I tried researching her family for her while she was alive but never got that far. After Moms passing in 2010, I decided to dig deeper and try to find out about her family as much as I could.

The Breakthrough

My sister Colette resides in England and had been working on our family tree for many years but our Schramm’s were one of our hardest brick walls. We both decided contacting local parishes or synagogues in Manhattan would be a great start as we had found Census records indicating last known addresses for my Grandfather were in Harlem. So I started e-mailing a bunch of them and to my surprise, we got a hit!

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St. Joseph’s of the Holy Family- 125th Street and Amsterdam Avenue, Harlem, New York

St. Joseph of the Holy Family Church had records for my Grandfather and his family going back to the 1800’s. The day I decided to visit that church was like standing in a dream. There were tears, lots of them! It was overwhelming to stand in a place knowing my Grandfather (who died before I was born), this mystery man stood on those same floors once. Receiving baptismal records for almost three generations of my family took my breathe away. They finally had names! St. Joseph was also able to tell me where in Germany my family came from, Bavaria. Mom always thought they were from Frankfurt or Berlin.

Grandfather

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Granda Robert Andrew Schramm- WWII PFC 26th Infantry Regiment Company K

This is the only image I have of my Grandfather. My Aunt Laura gave it to me when Mom got sick, and it was the first time I had a face to go with his name.

Robert Andrew Schramm was born May 31st, 1921 to Andrew Bancruting Schramm & Emma Neese in New York, New York.

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Baptismal Record obtained on 5-13-14 from St. Joseph of the Holy Family for Robert Andrew Schramm

As you can see below, by the age of 12 my Grandfather was an orphan. His older brother John Schramm took both him and George to raise. John was barely a man himself at 18 and newly married with a small child himself. I have a feeling John was a central part of my Grandfather’s life as paperwork will indicate.

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Census records indicate that my Grandfather worked in a Lumber yard with his two Brothers George Frederick Schramm and John J. Schramm. George Frederick has been a brick wall for me but World War II would take both my Grandfather and Great Uncle John to Europe.

WWII began on September 1, 1939 and ended September 2, 1945. On December 7, 1941 Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese and so the United States entered WWII. I had researched draft history and soon realized neither my Granda nor his brother John were drafted. Out of over 50 million soldiers 20% were drafted. Fact sheet below:

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To see just how deadly this war was visit World War II Museum Archives

I racked my mind trying to understand why at 22 years old my Grandfather would join the Military. He had seen so much hardship already. So, I decided to compare and see who jumped first John or Granda?

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Great Uncle John J. Schramm’s Military timeline
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Granda Robert Andrew Schramm’s Military Timeline

I realized that John played such a big role in my Grandfathers life because just four months after he joined WWII my Grandfather followed suit. This is a man that raised my Grandfather, and got him his job at the lumber yard. I can only imagine what Granda was feeling when his older brother was shipped off to war.

What drove them to want to fight this battle?

The only clue I have is that their Grandfather Adam Schramm (My 2x Great Grandfather) left Bavaria in 1882. Bavaria was surrounded by civil unrest during the 1870’s due to the Franco-Prussian war. The Country also faced revolutionary uprisings due to religion and Monarchies. I assume my Grandfathers family did not like the political turns that were taking place in their Country that would become part of Germany today. Perhaps their political, social and religious views were of a different sort.

Service

Granda Robert served in the 26th Infantry Regiment as a PFC with Company K. They were Blue Spaders.

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The 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry passing through the railway viaduct north of Bütgenbach, Belgium, on the Monschauer St. (N647) towards Bütgenbach. The railway viaduct was part of the line running from Losheim/Eifel (Germany) to Trois-Ponts, Belgium, and had been blown up by the retreating German troops.

A brief description on Granda’s Regiment and what they accomplished:

In 1941, the regiment once again stood with its sister regiments and prepared for war in Europe. In World War II, the 26th Infantry led America’s first-ever amphibious assault in North Africa, fought at the Kasserine Pass, assaulted Sicily at the Amphibious Battle of Gela, invaded Normandy, conquered the first German city of the war at Aachen, vaulted the Rhine and attacked all the way to Czechoslovakia by war’s end. The regiment, commanded by Colonel John F. R. Seitz, conducted three amphibious assaults, and earned seven battle streamers, a Presidential Unit Citation, and five foreign awards.

Beginning another occupation of Germany, the Blue Spaders bore the United States national colors at the Allied Victory in Europe parade, and served as guards at Nuremberg War Crimes Trials. Thus began a lengthy stay in Germany, first as conquerors and later as friends and allies. Called again to serve in the United States after a reorganization of the army, the unit was redesignated 1st Battalion, 26th Infantry and had a very short stay in the United States.- Wikipedia

Combat Chronicle:

World War II

Activated: 16 January 1941.
Overseas: 26 August 1944.
Campaigns: Northern France, Rhineland,
Ardennes-Alsace, Central Europe.
Days of combat: 210.
Distinguished Unit Citations: 1.
Awards: MH-1; DSC-43; DSM-1; SS-955; LM-11;
SM-47; BSM-5,558; AM-81.
Commanders: Maj. Gen. Roger W. Eckfeldt (January
1940-August 1943), Maj. Gen. Willard S. Paul
(August 1943-1 June 1945), Brig. Gen. Harlan N.
Hartness (June-July 1945), Maj. Gen. Stanley E.
Reinhart (July-November 1945), Maj. Gen. Robert W.
Grow (November-December 1945).
Returned to U.S.: December 1945.
Inactivated: 29 December 1945.

Combat Chronicle

The 26th Infantry Division landed in France at
Cherbourg and Utah Beach, 7 September 1944,
but did not enter combat as a Division until a
month later, 7 October. Elements were on patrol
duty along the coast from Carteret to Siouville,
13-30 September, and the 328th Infantry saw
action with the 80th Division to which it was
attached, 5-15 October. On 7 October the 26th
relieved the 4th Armored Division in the
Salonnes-Moncourt-Canal du Rhine au Marne
sector, and maintained defensive positions; a
limited objective attack was launched, 22 October,
in the Moncourt woods. On 8 November the Division
went on the offensive, took Dieuze, 20 November,
advanced across the Saar River to Saar Union, and
captured it, 2 December, after house-to-house
fighting. Reaching Maginot fortifications, 5
December, it regrouped, entering Saareguemines 8
December. Rest at Metz was interrupted by the Von
Rundstedt offensive. The Division moved north to
Luxembourg, 19-21 December, to take part in the
battle of the Ardennes breakthrough. It attacked at
Rambrouch and Grosbous, 22 December, beat off
strong German counterattacks, captured Arsdorf on
Christmas Day after heavy fighting, attacked
toward the Wiltz River, but was forced to withdraw
in the face of determined enemy resistance; after
regrouping, 5-8 January 1945, it attacked again,
reached the Wiltz River, and finally crossed it, 20
January. The Division continued its advance, took
Grumelscheid, 21 January, and crossed the Clerf
River, 24 January. The 26th Division then shifted to
the east bank of the Saar, and maintained
defensive positions in the Saarlautern area, 29
January-6 March 1945. The Division’s drive to the
Rhine jumped off on 13 March 1945, and carried the
Division through Merzig, 17 March, to the Rhine, 21
March, and across the Rhine at Oppenheim, 25-26
March. It took part in the house-to-house reduction
of Hanau, 28 March, broke out of the Main River
bridgehead, drove through Fulda, 1 April, and
helped reduce Meiningen, 5 April. Moving southeast
into Austria, the Division assisted in the capture of
Linz, 4 May. It had changed the direction of its
advance, and was moving northeast into
Czechoslovakia, across the Vlatava River, when the
cease-fire order, was received.- 26th Infantry Division History

Granda’s battles were far from few, and one can only imagine the visuals he was exposed to during this time. Looking at his Division gives me great admiration for all of them. They fought many battles and worked tirelessly to free civilians from oppression.

His return from WWII would find him fathering my Mother her twin brothers Robert, and George, and her sister Helena. Granda struggled with alcoholism upon his return as his death record indicated. The diagnosis on the death certificate reads “Acute and Chronic Ethanolism: Fatty Liver.” The day the certificate arrived in the mail, I opened it in anticipation and was immediately met with grief. He was just 48 years old, he was single and the next of kin was none other than his older brother, my Great Uncle John.

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Granda’s Headstone, located at Long Island National Cemetery in  New York.

Great Grandfathers

My Great Grandfather Andrew Schramm was born March 18, 1888 to Adam Schramm & Margaret Stark in New York, New York.

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Andrew Schramm Baptismal-obtained from St. Joseph of the Holy Family on 05-13-14

Like my Grandfather, his father was also baptized at the same church. After many calls and e-mails to several churches in the Harlem area I located a marriage record for my Great Grandfather at St. Mary’s Episcopal Church on 126th street. Visiting was extremely emotional because once again I was standing in a place that my family once stood.

Andrew married Emma Neese on November 30, 1912.GreatGrandaAndrewMarriageCertificate

The Mother indicated on the marriage record is incorrect, Mary Bomer was a stepmother to my Great Grandfather. His mother Margaret Stark died when he was just 3 years old only a few days after giving birth to his younger sibling Adam Pancratius Schramm.

I am still learning about Andrew personally and all I can really find from census records and directories is that he moved back and forth between Stamford Connecticut and Manhattan like his father. The most memorable thing I learned was from his WWI draft card because it provided a description of him. He had blue eyes, light brown hair and was a medium build. It is no wonder where my Uncle George’s blue eyes came from because Granda had them too.

  • Adam Schramm was born to Johann Schramm & Elisabeth Schmitt December 1856 in the town of Stadtsteinach in the district of Kulmbach, Bavaria, Germany.

The district of Kulmbach is surrounded with history from the House of Hohenzollern, the Romanian Empire and even Hitler. I have done loads of extra research on all of the empires, the wars, and the change in geography. It really is way too much to include but if you’re interested the keywords to join my search are House of Hohenzollern, The Romanian Empire, and District of Kulmbach.

Why did my Great Grandfather leave?

According to German History Documents Between Bismarck’s appointment as minister president of Prussia in 1862 and his departure from office in 1890, almost 3 million Germans left their country in search of a better life abroad. Many of them went to the United States. These emigrants included land-hungry peasants and workers from rural backgrounds, as well as artisans and shopkeepers hoping to make a new start. Between 1874 and 1879 emigration decreased somewhat, but after 1880 economic fluctuations fuelled the next and largest wave of emigration, which only began to subside in the mid-1890s.

It goes on to say:  The difficulty of distinguishing between the various factors, social, political, and economic, which combine to produce such a result, can scarcely be overestimated; but the immense preponderance of natives of the agricultural districts amongst the emigrants point to the defective conditions of agriculture as the main source of the discontent with home surroundings, which must always precede any migration of population. Putting for a moment this important factor on one side, due weight must be allowed to the social and political causes which combine to produce the result. Amongst these may be enumerated the attitude of the German government prior to 1890 towards the great body of German Socialists, and the discontent felt, at any rate in time of peace, with the German military system.

My 2nd Great Grandfather Adam boarded the SS Mosel in 1882 and arrived in New York on March 20th.

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S.S. Mosel
GreatGreatGrandaAdam'sPassengerlist
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Seeing that my 2nd Great Grandfather was a farmer makes me understand his reasoning for leaving. According to the German History Documents emigrants were struggling with poor agriculture. This would create a reasoning behind his departure.

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Adam’s Oath of Naturalization

Adam became a citizen in 1887 and made a life in New York and Connecticut working as a brass finisher.

My Grandmothers and Grandfathers of Bavaria

  • 3rd Great Grandfather- Johann Schramm born about 1829 in Stadtsteinach, Bavaria, married Elisabeth Schmitt 10 June 1851.
  • 4th Great Grandfather- Nikolaus Schramm born 7 May, 1810 in Stadtsteinach, Bavaria married to Margaret Kodisch.
  • 5th Great Grandfather- Christoph Schramm born 14 Okt, 1784 in Württemberg married to Rosina Weilandin 4 April, 1809.
  • 6th Great Grandfather- Nikolaus Schramm born about 1764 in Württemberg to Christoph Dietrich Schramm (Mother unknown) married Barbara Rolferthin.
  • 7th Great Grandfather- Christoph Dietrich Schramm born 17 Aug, 1744 in Württemberg married to Rosine Katharine.
  • 8th Great Grandfather- Johann Dietrich Schramm born about 1713 in Württemberg, married Catharina Sara Hoffman 17 Nov, 1739.
  • 9th Great Grandfather- Johann Bernhard Schramm born about 1693 in Württemberg, married to Maria Barbara.

I am thankful to the church of latter day saints for translating and referencing these new records in Germany because they were not available these last couple of years. There were baptismal records and marriage records to help me get this far. I am continuing to research and dig for more.

*Fun Facts about the name of Schramm-

  • The meaning of Schramm is to “Scratch” “Skin” or “Scar”
  • There is a town in Germany called Schramberg: The origins of Schramberg date back to the year 1293, when the locality was first described as “Schrammenberg” (“wounded” or “scarfed hill”). From 1643 Schramberg was the centre of the Herrschaft Schramberg, belonging to Further Austria until 1805. From 1805 Schramberg was part of the Kingdom of Württemberg.

This journey has helped me understand who I am, where I come from and most importantly connect with the ones who brought me here. I have a lot of DNA research that goes so beautifully with all this research but that is a whole new post.

Until next time

Stay Blessed xo

Josette

They Walked Before Me

Today, many across the world shall proclaim- “Happy St. Patrick’s Day!” or worse say “Patty” in which technically it is known as “Paddy.” This is actually an unflattering term because once upon a time, it was used negatively towards Irish immigrants.

Except, taking pride in ones heritage does not, nor should be honored once a year. Yes, firstly I am born American; yet my blood comes from natives of Europe. Previous posts tell some of my journey, and how I discovered where I come from; better yet who I come from. My DNA is at the highest percentages for two populations that spread throughout Europe; Celtic and Viking people.

*Side note- Not only Irish and Scottish people are Celtic. Studying history, geography, migrations and folklore will teach otherwise.

A long study of mitochondrial DNA places my ancestors around 8,000 years ago in Central Europe. The subgroup that I branch from H1ap so far shows the highest matches to myself in Ireland. So I am estimating my genetic mothers were in the great old land of Eire (Ireland) for 3,000 years or more.

Is it about the land, or the people?

Yes, I am a firm believer in the concept, we are all human beings! I love the lands they lived in; however it is more about the heritage and identifying with as many of my dead ancestors that I can discover. We all come from humans that despite the odds of climate change, war, genocide, disease, famine and any other obstacle, survived. Taking a close look at human migration shows us how far some of us traveled just to ensure that the future would exist.

Why aren’t we celebrating our existence?

Is it really just about wearing green today? Getting drunk? or Plastering shamrocks and Leprechauns all over. Why is it all about one man? I don’t want to step on toes or religious views but the “snakes” St. Patrick drove out of Ireland were pagan people. People who didn’t believe as he did. I suppose a glance around our modern world we could say in current times the Muslims are being treated the same way. Why? because any different view is always seen in fear.

My one request for the world today is to look beyond the stereotypes of tradition or the norm and dig deeper. Find out who you are, discover the names of the people who brought you here. What were their struggles? What adversity did they face? Why did they have to move from country to country? I promise you the more you dig, the more you will transform. It doesn’t go without saying, you will find tragedy. You may even find at times your ancestors were oppressed by a major power. It is then you will find anger at first, and it may subside or cause hatred. Time will heal you! If getting my DNA evaluated taught me anything, it was that we are all connected in some way. Yes, even to the people who once oppressed your ancestors. That is when healing begins!

So by all means get up, celebrate today! The saying is “we’re all a little Irish.”  Just don’t forget that everyday, you are a product of the people who brought you to this destination!

 

Be blessed with peace

Josette

 

 

Blod af mit blod

I could tell you tales,
Tales of my wanderings.

I may blab on and on about my triumphs or downfalls, perhaps how I have been very akin to a Gypsy. Except I know not where those words shall lead me.

I must run this course, 

The course I’ve planned to write and tell of my spiritual wanders to know thyself.

~Josette Hansen~

Briefly, in past posts I’ve spoken of my research. Finding ancestors was like a gold mine because growing up American had stripped me of heritage. I could be told by my mother “I’m Irish, Italian, and German.” My father could say “I’m Danish, French Canadian, Scottish, British.” Except what did it mean to be any of those things? Culture, heritage, language? Everyone would say well, “you’re American.” It still felt strange though because many of my American friends had kept some form of old country language or culture.

I had a hippy mother who loved Jesus and a Norse Pagan father who was born of a Danish immigrant. Christmas, to say the least was interesting. We had a tree every year named Olaf, and a nativity in the corner. I remember wassail and Leif Erickson day, but it was pieces and fragments I didn’t grasp.

Studies of religion brought me through so many transitions in life. I sought Jesus from the age of nine and wandered about until my twenties. I started to cling to Christianity for quite sometime, which led me to Messianic Judaism, and finally full blown orthodox Judaism. I did find great comfort in Judaism and fell in love with the traditions, language, prayers and oral history.

Not knowing yourself can be quite scary, trying to find a place where you belong. I decided to do my DNA and found 88℅ of my blood was North West European. 95℅ is European in general. The German, Danish and British Isles dominated my DNA. These findings left me wanting to connect with heritage. I was so hungry to “take my place among my ancestors” so to speak. 

I know all of those regions were Christianized (is that a word :D) but I also know for years they killed each other, Catholics vs. Protestants. I had ancestors on both sides who suffered great losses. I wanted to go beyond that before the conversion crisis as I like to call it. I found my Celtic and Germanic/Scandinavian ancestors worshipped the same gods and goddesses. The names varied by language but they were the same. These are the gods my father and sisters had come to know. I decided I wanted to know them too.

*When the struggle within myself surfaced*

I transitioned so much through religions and cultures, it was as if I hated myself. I ran from the Hansen surname. I remember getting married and double checking that I marked the box to give up my maiden name. Once we separated, I took on various pennames even using my mother’s German maiden name Schramm. There was honor behind my reasoning for using mother’s name but it’s another tale.

How many times would I allow myself to submit to what I thought everyone wanted me to be? How many relationships were built upon hiding behind someone else? It was the worst case of crisis identity. I believe my anger that I held onto against my father was the reason. I kept blaming everyone else instead of realizing, I had captured myself. Prison, I was in a personal prison without cell walls; yet it was such a small, lonely place.

It took me so long but I know who I am. Studying the old heritage and oral history of my ancestors has been water upon parched lands.I see the wisdom in each tale, the dual meanings in each poetic Edda. It is strength to discover who you are and where your roots have belonged all along.

med kærlighed og ære Josette

Ode to the Forgotten

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Abhorred by many they refused us callously

Comparable of cattle, ships brimmed with our brethren, facing this trial, this calvary

Our Mother land glimmered brilliantly from afar

Our hearts suffered incredibly, as she disappeared, she was no more

They restrained our hands, our feet, setting us ablaze

This chastisement, abuse, an infraction for not following their ways

Extermination the mark, they termed us louse, offal

To shed the blood of the children of Éire, lawful

We did not conform to their will, we are alive

Children of Éire, we rise infinitely, we thrive

We are spanned out beyond the boundaries of our great land

Children of Éire rise up, behold your brother’s hand

With every breath, they breathe, they are in our midst

Shout triumphantly, take pride beloved, the children of Éire, we still exist

*This is dedicated to every child of Éire that ever existed. We are an amazing bunch and though so many of us are scattered we should always remember our Mother land. May our ancestors of the great starvation and the times of slavery smile upon us as we continue to exist.*

Happy Birthday Great Grandmother

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Today was the birthday of my Great Grandmother Mary O’Connor. She was born February 21, 1895, in Bergen County New Jersey. She was the daughter of Irish immigrants John O’Connor of Sligo, Ireland and Mary Borris (Burrowes) of Thomastown, Kilkenny, Ireland.

Today I lit a candle to honor her and said a few words in her memory. We did not let the flame die all day we lit a new candle from the same flame before the candle burned out.

I had some thoughts about her today and here they are:

I look at the window and wonder as each snowflake falls, did it snow just like this one-hundred twenty years ago? The day you were born. I wish this window was a doorway into the past. I imagine you on the other side waiting. Your smile is like magic lighting up your face. My hands tremble as they reach out to you. There are no words our emotions say it all.

I love you!

The moment you were born, you brought us into existence with you.

Thank you!

Happy Birthday Great Grandmother.

My Acadian Ancestry

I’ve spoken about my Paternal Grandmother Blanche Melanson before, and her Irish Ancestry through her Mother Edith Byrnes. I haven’t mentioned her Father. My Great Grandfather is Leo S. Melanson. He was born in 1882, and immigrated from Canada. His family has a long history in Canada since the 1600’s. One of the oldest ancestors on this branch is Guy De Comeau born 1450 in France. I have loads of cousin matches from my Comeau lines. The coolest find for me was finding out about  my seventh Great Grandfather. His name is Charles Melanson. He arrived in Canada in 1657 with his parents. Charles married Marie Dugas, and they are the founders of the Historical Melanson Settlement in Canada.

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Google Images of Melanson Settlement

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Until the deportation of the Acadians in 1755, it was the place of residence for Charles Melanson, his wife Marie Dugas, and their descendants. To learn more click here This family history on this branch is one of courage, and bravery. It is made up of French Huguenots, and Scottish highlanders. The first Nations of Canada are married into my Acadian branches. Sakmow Henri Membertou of the Mi’kmaq people is my twelfth Great Grandfather. image That is a Canadian stamp of him. Henri’s History I am continuing to discover so much about where I come from. It has been an exciting journey. As an American I am a mixed woman; yet I’m proud. I know I come from strong, brave people who struggled so I could be here today.

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