A tale of turning hearts
Yesterday, November 18th, I attended my Aunt Lugene’s funeral. She was 11 days shy of her 93rd birthday and had been in ill health for a while. The service was a celebration of her life. She had been a patient Army Wife, mother, grand-, great grand-, and great-great grandmother. “The best grandma ever”, was a phrase used by more than one grandchild. Warm, loving, accepting were among the many descriptions. Tears were shed, and she will be missed, but no one was inconsolable or hopeless. This was partly due to the feeling that a wonderful woman was finally out of discomfort and in the arms of her sweetheart again and part of a unique biblical prophecy.
Malachi chapter 4 verse 6 speaks of a last-days turning of “the heart of the fathers to the children, and the heart of the children to their fathers.” I have been to other family funerals, with the same batch of cousins and sisters, but at no time has anyone suggested a family reunion. Oh, yeah, the basic “we only get together for weddings and funerals” comment was made at least once, but this time, the suggestion of a full family get together was made and agreed upon.
Perhaps this was because Aunt Lugene was the last of the “parents”. The last of my paternal grandparents’ children/children-in-law. The generations officially moved up in ranks. Death is closer to the now “old folks” (my level) especially since a cousin on that level has cancer. I think more so it agrees perfectly with the trend to know one’s roots. Several companies exist in many countries, to help one with genealogy. I can think of at least two popular television shows in which people are helped to research ancestry. Even my co-worker was bitten by the bug and has been researching her and her husband’s lines to find out just how German they are. Turns out they better like Sauerbraten and Pumpernickel.
There can be something elevating in finding out about one’s ancestors. My co-worker discovered she has two relations who were published poets. They have works in the Smithsonian Institution and hob-knobbed with noted poet John Greenleaf Whittier and showman P.T. Barnum. Pretty Cool. Beats being related to the cheap schnook who snuck into the circus!
One can find mysteries in genealogy. My father-in-law used to claim that the Stams were descended from royalty. One day, we took a good look at my sister-in-law’s pedigree chart. The father/son chain was interrupted with a mother/son link. Her father was a Stam. King’s mistress???
And one of these days I may find out if my dad was right when he told me one of my great-greats was an employee of Napoleon Bonaparte, who changed his name when he hightailed it to England after his boss got “fired”. I know which great-great grandfather was a Scottish Seaman, but not which was a Knight in England’s Wars of The Roses. And, there’s probably a horse thief in there somewhere. Hey, they had children too.
I suppose this summer the first Hebert James Morris Family Reunion will be held. That will be good. Thanks for reading.