Occasionally I dip a toe into my family’s genealogy but it’s not a regular hobby. I’ll be online, get the urge, click around a bit, learn something interesting, and two minutes later the urge sputters out. But this week I learned that even those two minutes can lead to rocks that are better left unturned. In short…I have an ancestor named Nimrod.
A couple of nights ago, I researched an ancestress on my mother’s side of the family (the Frys) named Marcia Lucia Ave Maria Van Pelt Buckingham. I found information about a Marcia Lucia Buckingham in Ohio whose mother's birth surname was Van Pelt—all spot on. Then I learned that her father was Arthur Buckingham. And then I learned that his brother was named Nimrod. How hoomiliatin’. Good ol’ Uncle Nimrod.
Along these same lines, while researching the origin of the surname on my father’s side of the family (the Morrisseys), I, of course, stumbled across those sites that tout specious family histories, coats of arms, and mottoes. Morrissey motto? “If God is for us, who can be against us?” Sounds noble but still…yuck? But when I looked at the general “images for” page, quite a few of the sites were somewhat consistent in the coat of arms they displayed so maybe there's something to it. However, in keeping with the theme of genealogical humiliation, apparently I am related to Charlie Brown.
Posted by Ryan at August 12, 2014 11:49 AM