Stark New Hampshire. Wikipedia
This morning a Washington Post article reports that the PC police have decided the words, “Where are you from?” is a kind of microagression committed against others, particularly if committed by a White person. Good grief, how asinine can we become? As one who has traveled extensively and who lived in over 40 places before I settled here in Arlington VA where almost everyone is from somewhere else, its hard to avoid asking and being asked “Where are you from?”
And why would you want to? In any new gathering of a group “where are you from becomes a form of introduction. Every meeting I ever attended I wore an ID card that identified my affiliation and location. When I worked for the government I wore what amounted to a license plate around my neck every day, especially after 9-11.
Because Americans have such diverse roots, most of us are from somewhere, or have ancestors from somewhere, especially if you live in a huge Metro area. Most people in the Washington DC area, where I live, are from somewhere else, and many are from foreign places.
A couple of years ago I wrote three posts about an ancestor named Hannah Smith who lived and died in New Hampshire. I have not provided the links to these posts because I should never have inflicted them on anyone, they are so confused I can barely follow them. Mea Culpa!
But through patience, persistence and a burning desire, I have finally been able to get Hannah’s story straight in my mind. I think. Perhaps I will look back someday and say, good grief you were confused even then.
Hannah Smith is a common name. I am reminded of the line spoken by her father to Emma, in Jane Austin’s masterpiece, “Who is this Miss Smith?”
Indeed I asked, “Who is this Miss Smith?” as I combed through record after record. Hannah was one of my paternal grandmother Edna’s grandmothers.
This week I had a couple of good “finds” in my genealogy research including Hannah’s marriage and christening records. This was no small feat as I have been looking for more information about Hannah for several years. Anyone who thinks genealogy work is easy hasn’t done it right.
Cousin Anne gave me a clue last Christmas when she said, “Have you found the part of the family that came from Canada.” I subsequently looked at Hannah’s daughter Ellen’s census records and found that for her “mother’s place of birth” question, she responded East Canada. Seems some of Hannah’s vital records were lurking in the Quebec files…Montreal to be specific.
Below my grandmother’s great uncle Lorenzo, Hannah’s beautiful son:
Lorenzo Adley, USCT 1863 (Sharpshooter, Union Army 1861-65)