I was a young teen when one of the most watched mini-series hit television and for my younger readers, there is no way to explain the phenomena that was Alex Haley’s “Roots: The Saga of an American Family.”
America was glued nightly to the story of young Kunta Kinte as he began his pilgrimage as a slave and the generations to follow who passed down his story to future great grandchildren.
The interest into genealogy exploded.
My father even traveled across the country, visiting elderly relatives, touring city halls and a cemetery or two to investigate where our family came from.
Other cousins banded together, sharing copies of photos and records and making books detailing our past.
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18
Family members on both my maternal and paternal sides are traced back about as far as they can go.
My husband’s side is different.
In the past few years we enjoyed watching a new show on Friday nights titled, “Who Do You Think You Are?”
We thought we would check out the first part and then have found ourselves glued to the stories of people’s lives.
We watched them learn things about their family that some never would have guessed they could be connected to.
There are stories of horror and of hope, but all ending in relationship.
Last week, at the end of the show, Russ turned to me and said, “I really wish I knew more about my family.”
I grabbed my nearby laptop, signed on to a genealogy website and began the search.
After going nowhere fast, we headed upstairs where I kept the funeral books for both his mom and dad.
We searched for clues to lead us to a starting point and then began a journey to find out more about the family we never knew.
Russ was born into a family that had already experienced divorce. In the late 1950’s this just wasn’t acceptable.
After losing his father at age six, his mother married three times and divorced three times.
Like so many families, there were secrets that damaged and destroyed relationships. We have a couple of letters and cards that were sent the week my mother-in-law passed away, little before and nothing after that.
All ties to family were lost, until this week.
We knew we have connections on his mother’s side in Texas and his father’s side in Virgina. Now we have names and we hope to start making connections. We’ll see how that goes.
So if you have read even two of my posts you know that I am always trying to find the lesson in life. This is no different.
What is there to learn about family connections and how they become broken, separating family? How do people start their own lives apart from their family?
Of course there will always be folks that will become distant, get involved in their own circle or won’t be as good at communicating as others will be.
In this particular instance, there was a falling out.
Nobody is really sure what happened, especially not 40 years later, but it happened.
It was foreign to me that people would just stop talking to each other.
In our smaller circle, we weren’t raised that way. If something went wrong you dealt with it, repaired the relationship and grew to love each other even more.
I love what Romans 12:18 says about it: “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” (NIV)
So here we are, on a new path, searching for connections, relationships and possibly answers.
We may even find some closure to a painful past that will bring healing to our own hearts – lessons from our ancestors about forgiveness and moving on.
Ask yourself, are your actions keeping your family together or tearing them apart? What kind of legacy are you creating for those you love?