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Musings on a Mom’s Day weekend…

There may be such a distinction between the 2 sides of The Authorized Genealogist‘s household.

On my mom’s facet, going up that maternal line, certain, I do know the names of my mom, grandmother, nice grandmother, second nice grandmother, third nice grandmother and even fourth nice grandmother.

However I additionally know their tales. Not less than a few of them. The circumstances of their lives.

For the 4 generations closest to me, I even have their images, and get to share them once more tomorrow, Mom’s Day, right here in the US.

After which there’s my father’s facet.

The Germans.

German born, bred and raised, each final one in every of them way back to I can hint. Solely my grandmother even stepped foot on the North American continent and that not till she was grown, married, with a toddler.

I can hint that facet farther again:

• My father’s mom, Marie Margarethe Nuckel (1891-1947).
• Her mom, Juliane Margarethe Smidt (1864-1907).
• Her mom, Johanna Henriette Hüneke (1840-1919).
• Her mom, Dorothea Mahnken (1808-c1900).
• Her mom, Mette Pingel (1777-1844).
• Her mom, Gesche Seeger (1745-1822).
• And the lady I imagine was Gesche’s mom, Ahlke Rosenbrock (1713–1762).
• And if I’m proper about Ahlke, then her mom Ahlke Kahrs (c1690-1728).

In most of those instances, due to the mix of German civil registration and church data, I may add within the locations the place they had been born and lived, when and the place they married, the names, birthdates and birthplaces of their kids, and — in all however the persistently irritating case of my third nice grandmother Dorothea (Mahnken) Hüneke — the dates and locations of their deaths.

However I do know virtually nothing about them.

I by no means met any of them — not even my grandmother, who died earlier than I used to be born.

And I don’t also have a single {photograph} past my grandmother herself — not even of my grandmother’s mom Juliane.

Nothing — not one phrase — of this lengthy line of ladies survived to be handed all the way down to the youngsters of Marie’s one surviving baby. I didn’t even know Marie’s mom’s title till I began doing analysis into my father’s facet of the household. Given how closed-mouthed my father was about his facet of the household, I suppose I ought to depend myself fortunate that I’ve any info even about Marie.

I’ve to imagine a few of that ignorance is as a result of the lives in at the least the newer generations had been lower quick. My grandmother Marie was simply 56 years outdated when she died in Illinois in 1947. She didn’t dwell lengthy sufficient to sit down, surrounded by her son’s kids, and go down the tales. Her personal mom Juliane was simply 43 when she died in Bremen, Germany, in 1907, lengthy earlier than the primary of her personal grandchildren was born.

But I can’t assist however take a look at that lengthy listing of the ladies in that one line of my father’s facet of the household and surprise what lies hidden behind these names. The triumphs. The tragedies. The sorrows. The thrill.

What did their voices sound like? Did their palms dance once they spoke? What made them proud? What had been they afraid of?

I might settle, at this level, even for having a touch as to what they regarded like, if someplace, one way or the other, a picture would possibly survive to be shared.

All I’ve, on this Mom’s Day weekend, is a way of loss.

I take a look at lives lower quick.

And mourn the tales lower quick as nicely.

Cite/hyperlink to this submit: Judy G. Russell, “Tales lower quick,” The Authorized Genealogist ( : posted 7 Might 2022).

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