tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10173133925553242462024-03-14T00:50:54.776-07:00 Connected By Blood Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1017313392555324246.post-63553336097635809092013-09-14T09:02:00.003-07:002013-09-14T09:02:45.271-07:00Breathe.......<br />
God you are really stretching me, finding my way through technology has been quite challenging. Being physically interactive comes easy to me. I'm learning that there are so many avenues for research. I'm thankful, and appreciative, but there are times, I feel I'm going in circles. How much time should I focus on the plethora amount of resources I'm given? How do I filter all the information given to me to in order to apply specifically for my needs at my current stage? Knowing I've got to seize the moment while I can.<br />
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This morning during my meditation, God reminded that this is a journey, not a race. With the Holy Spirit's help, my ancestors will guide me. I'm learning to be patient with myself and let people in.<br />
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So, today I will:<br />
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<li>Sit down and organize all the family information I have this far so that I can post</li>
<li>Determine how much time and when I'm going to devote on this project</li>
<li>Accept help, no I don't like feeling helpless and yes I like being in control</li>
<li>Enjoy this journey</li>
<li>Learn how to navigate and change my settings on Basecamp</li>
<li>Accept my blog design and content for right now-Thank you Tia</li>
<li>Not compare myself to others who have been doing this for a long time</li>
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instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will guide you with My
eye.</span></b><span style="background: white; color: #444444; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> Psalms 32:8 (my favorite scripture) is
the scripture that I live by and I anticipate His daily. Lord, Thank you for
your guidance. I was comfortable just gathering the information I set out to
find, dates for my grandma and grandpa. But as God would have it, that night
after talking to my newly-found cousin, I was introduced to my maternal
ancestors and my path took a turn. He showed me, that my eyes have not seen nor
my ears have heard the plans He has for me and my family. He also showed me
that it isn't just for me, nor is it only about me; but his plan is
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would race to be the first to say to each other every morning. This tradition continued the four years while she was away at college..</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">For those who know me, know that I’m usually in bed by 9:00 every night. So, </span></span><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I had to laugh this morning because my mom called me (what I would
call late) last night and said, “I know you are playing with those
ancestors again”. She was right. Not sure if I’d call it playing, because the more I find out, the more I want to know, and want my family to
know…..There’s no resting.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">My cousin Luckie (her name is so fitting), is such a blessing to me.
I've been researching my family for years, and never in my wildest dreams did I
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;">It all started with me simply wanting to know the birth and death
dates of my maternal grandparents, Zack and Perk Jones. After calling my mom,
aunts and uncle for the information, would you believe not one of them knew the
dates? They were able to tell me events surrounding their deaths, but never
their birthdays. I’m chuckling now, because none of them thought about looking
at their birth certificates (it just dawned on me now)! I knew where my
grandparents were buried because after I moved to Atlanta, mom and I would have
an ongoing joke whenever I would call home. Confusing my sisters’ voices with
my mom's voice when I ask, “where’s your mama?” and my mom would reply, “behind Cody
Grove”. Lol!<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "times" , "times new roman" , serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Determined to get my questions answered, I went to the
internet. I made up my mind that I was going to call </span><b style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Cody Grove Baptist
Church in Warrenton, Georgia</b><span style="font-size: medium;"> , and ask them to go outside and get the
information from their headstones. So I googled the name of the church, and my eyes zoomed
in. To my surprise, there was a description in one of the sites that asked, “Where’s Ailey?” My heart started racing! I wanted to know, who was
looking for my great-great grandma?! So, I clicked on the site: </span><b style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><a href="http://ourgeorgiaroots.com/">ourgeorgiaroots.com</a></b><span style="font-size: medium;">. Thank God, this
person had their contact name, number and email! My first instinct was to
call, but since it was late, I decided that I’d better send an email and hope
for a response by the next day. I've always pride myself on knowing my family, and to whom they belong to. I received a call right away, and it turned out to
be a pleasant surprise. I was on the line with my great great grandmother's (Ailey) sister (Catie’s),
great- great-great great granddaughter, my newly found cousin Luckie! I was so excited to hear from a relative that I never knew existed. We
compared notes and talked a long time like we've always known each other. Who would have thought that my ancestors would connect a bloodline here on Earth. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"><i>M</i><span style="line-height: 14.25pt;">y love for my family history began
as a child.</span><b style="line-height: 14.25pt;"> </b><span style="line-height: 14.25pt;">During family gatherings when the kids would be off
playing and doing what kids do, I would hide behind my daddy's big recliner
that separated the living room from the hall and listen to my parents, aunts
and uncles as they talked about "grown folks' business". They
would share memories of when they were growing up. I would sit (seems like
hours) leaning with my back against that chair; and oh how their stories they
told had me thirsting for more! I couldn't ask any questions, fearing I'd get
in trouble for eavesdropping. Besides, as some of you might remember,
back then we couldn't ask adults a whole lot of questions about conversations
were not included in so, those stories remained with me until my adulthood.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was during The Jones family reunion in
1994 that I sat down at my parent's kitchen table with a pen and
pad writing as fast as I could as Aunt Ann told me what it was like growing up
in "the country", Warrenton, Georgia....and that's where my
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