Sophia over at RevGals offers this Family Edition for the Friday Five Meme:
1. Do you have any interest in geneaology? I have roots in the Mormon Church with family members who have done geneology on parts of my family. I am lucky to have copies of those records and find them fascinating. Sadly they only go back to the early 1800's with the early round of Mormon pioneers settling Utah and Idaho. Along with those settlers are stories of a pregnant great grandmother (5 generations back) who left England with her two toddlers and travelled to Utah while her husband stayed behind to earn money. The grandfather/husband later joined the family then took an additional wife or two and this grandmother divorced him. So, yes, I also have polygamists on my family tree. Then there's the story of another great grandfather who was a missionary to American Indians and wrote an English/Indian (not sure what tribes) dictionary. (Wish I had that. apparently they aren't very common). There are more stories....
2. Which countries did your ancestors come from? England, Ireland, Scotland, and France. I have also heard that there is a bit of Apache in my bloodline but I can't find out for certain.
3. Who is the farthest back ancestor whose name you know? I knew my great grandparents: Roland Chatterton and Maggie Hill Chatterton.
4. Any favorite saints or sinners in the group? Plenty of both.
5. What would you want your descendants to remember about you? I hope they know me as someone who tried hard to break a long family line of unhealthy behavior.
Bonus: a song, prayer, or poem that speaks of family--blood or chosen--to you. For me my family history is tied to land - the Rocky Mountains of Utah. I was recently there and repost this poem I wrote and photos from the other day:
The road traversed long, sometimes narrow
and steep. Oh! So very high up -
and, then - down. Winding along
through canyons of red and grey stone
with scraggly trees and shrubs.
Leaving my car behind,
for a bit of a hike, I wandered
along a well worn trail. Ancient land,
Indian land, land of migrating
wild cats and who knows what else.
Land that my father lives on.
Land that one day will be "mine"
or so he says in his trust.
Land that really belongs
to no one and yet, everyone.