This week I've spent a lot of time reflecting on ancestry and where I grew up. Even though I've been in Texas for 5 years now I still feel an innate pull back to the East Coast. It's a weird feeling because Fort Worth feels like home, but I still have a strong connection to where my family is from.
My mom and my sister both did the DNA testing through ancestry.com and surprise surprise we are mostly Irish, Scottish, English and 9% Iberian Peninsula (it's such a random place when you consider the majority of our makeup) is what showed up.
Growing up I knew my ancestors on my mother's side came over on the Mayflower from England and settled in both Nantucket and Plymouth. We've had many colorful characters show up in our family tree like the Whaler who inspired Moby Dick, Ben Franklin's mother is a Folger, making him my 8th cousin removed, a witch in the Salem witch trials shows up in my family tree (luckily she was married to one of the judges and was spared). Being able to track my family tree allows for me to see the fascinating migrational pattern of my family through the US and to see how long the women lived (we're tough to kill).
This all being said, I really don't know anything about my dad's side of the family other than they settled in the Appalachian Mountains in North Carolina, some were apple farmers, but that's pretty much it. So, for my birthday I have planned a long weekend to Asheville, North Carolina. For a very long time I have felt pulled to that town and felt the need to connect to that side of my roots and to understand the other half that makes up who I am.
This is a bit long winded, but as part of my Friday Faves, I wanted to tie it into family & ancestry, hoping to inspire you to reconnect with your ancestors and family.
Current fav read: Backwoods Witchcraft: Conjure & Folk Magic from Appalachia the title might be off-putting to some, but the author does a wonderful job describing how the people of Appalachia wove their Christian beliefs into their ancestral superstitions.
Current fav song: Warm Foothills by Alt-J
Current fav memory: A memory that keeps coming back to me is playing outside as a small child in my grandmother's neighborhood. Running around in the crisp fall air, running so fast my lungs hurt, playing in a giant pile of leaves and as the sun sets smelling the first hint of a fire in someone's home. The smell was a beckoning to come home, warm up and feel the heat creep back into your skin.
The image at the top is one I took on a flight back to my hometown of Richmond, VA.