Saturday, November 8, 2008

Small Hitch in the Getalong called "Moving"

Research has been scattered at best because I moved from one town to another. This will save me 90 minutes of driving today. Puts my daughter closer to her college, puts me closer to work and just makes everything so much easier. Too, I must make a small confession, one that I wonder if other Genealogists ever experience this. For a lot of years I had wondered and looked for George W Duncan and finding his death information sort of affected me in a way I was not prepared. I felt elated that I found him and sad that he died so young. I almost dare to say that for a couple of days I was depressed about him and maybe in mourning over finally finding how he ended up? Silly but he had been such a focus for me. I am hardly done researching him but he was a brick wall and now the wall is crumbling.

The town my daughter and I have moved from is small, very small. It is in apple country in western NY state, bordered by Lake Ontario on the north town line. Maybe about 6000 people. One grade school, one middle school, and one high school. One very small grocery store, two gas stations and one traffic light at the village four corners. I stayed there to keep my daughter in the same school district until she graduated. She has done every grade in that school system. Patiently I have waited for this to happen, her graduation would free me to move off to do and live where I want to. Never did I feel it would be so hard to move from that little town. I know I have lived there for 16 years but I was never a huge part of the community. I never considered it a permanent place but maybe time did that for me.. made it a home that I did not realize that it had become.

So the last drive from my old town to my new (and I am sure I will be back there on occasion for things.. like apples!!!) I passed by odd things that made me sad that would not be part of my routine anymore. Funny how that happened. There is this cute house that I would have bought if it ever went up for sale and it never did so the owners feel the same way about it that I do obviously, haha. Well every morning the lady of the house would be sitting at the kitchen counter drinking her coffee and reading her paper. The road in relation to that spot in her kitchen was vi sable and so every day I would drive by and see her sitting there. Oddly, when she wasn't sitting there I wondered if she was sick or had the day off (no, I am not a stalker). Without realizing it this had become a small routine. So I started to pay attention. I did the same with the tiny cemetery that sits out in the middle of nowhere. It is next to a farm house so obviously the old farmstead family cemetery. It needs work, there are tombstones at such an odd angle I am amazed they are off the ground at all. I wonder who takes care of it, if anyone has recorded that cemetery. Maybe I will get back there and find out some day.

So there seemed to be a lot of little things in my daily drive that made me realize I would miss my long home that I didn't think I would miss.. Now I start anew, I am going to join the historical society here and looking at the application I will volunteer to be a greeter and to do cemetery work. It should be fun.

Here is to new adventure. :) Now to get organized and get back to research work but first.....

Has anyone seen my coffee cups!!!! I need coffee really bad....

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