I spent most of this weekend giving myself a crash-course on WordPress and setting up this blog. My plan this evening was to actually turn to the reason why I created it in the first place – to participate in Amy Johnson Crow’s “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks“.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that in creating my first post for this blog, I had unsuspectingly completed the first challenge of the series, “Foundations”. I could easily call it a day and pat myself on the back for successfully – if inadvertently – meeting the challenge of week one.
However, a part of me feels like that’s cheating, as the original post was intended to satisfy a completely different goal. I felt the need to create a post created solely for the purpose of meeting the 52 Ancestors Challenge and fulfilling the spirit of the undertaking.
This is the oldest document I have found regarding my direct paternal line. It is a scan of the marriage registration of my Great Great Great Great Great Grandparents, Pieter Cornelisz van der Fluijt and Aleijda Claasdr van der Hans. They married May 30, 1728 in Sassenheim, which is just outside Leiden, South Holland.
“May 13, 1730: Pieter Cornelis van der Fluijt, bachelor, born in Noordwijk, intends to marry Alijda Klaas van der Hans, born in Sassenheim.” Found on FamilySearch, “Netherlands, Zuid-Holland Province, Church Records, 1076-1916”. Click image to go to the source.
Three years in a row, I signed up for Amy Johnson Crow’s “52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks“. The first two times, that was as far as I got. Hopefully, third time’s the charm. Hence this blog, only a quarter century behind the times. As someone who enjoys games as much as genealogy, I naturally associated the number of weeks of the challenge with the number of cards in a deck.
I’d love to figure out how to centre this image – and justify this caption. [Edit: I figured it out!]
Despite the association with a deck of cards, I’ve identified more than 52 ancestors. In fact, I’ve managed to identify 55 out of my 64 great great great grandparents. So it seems I am playing with more than a full deck.
My interest in genealogy began when I was about eight years old. It was prompted along the way by questions I had as a child that, to me, had odd answers. When I was in elementary school, I asked my mom why my school principal always asked if I was Belgian. She said, “because you have a Dutch last name”. At the time, I thought Belgium was an entirely French-speaking country, so that answer made no sense. In grade eight, I switched from taking French to German. One day while visiting my great grandmother, my mother said, “Grandma, Sean is taking German in school.” I was bewildered why a woman who I thought was of English origin would care. I was even more surprised when she started speaking to me in fluent German.
Literally my first genealogy book, which I bought when I was 8 or 9.
My father’s side of the family is Dutch, going back generations, mostly from the part of the Netherlands that is now the provinces of North Holland and South Holland. However, several weeks ago I discovered connections to the Achterhoek, the easternmost part of the province of Gelderland that pokes into Germany. I have also recently been investigating a branch of the family that originates in Zeeland and what is now Oost-Vlaanderen (East Flanders). Sometime in the early 19th century, one of those Zeelanders ended up in the northernmost part of North Holland. His daughter, my third great grandmother, married into a family that has deep roots on the island of Texel.
My mother’s side is much more of a mix. Her mother’s side of the family are what is known as Germans from Russia. One branch came to Canada by way of Texas, the other branch came directly to Canada. My mother’s paternal side has roots in the United States, several branches of which go back to colonial times, including the Mayflower and Salem. My maternal grandfather’s direct paternal line goes back to a Hessian mercenary who initially fought for the British in the American Revolution, but later switched sides. That branch of the family were also some of the original members of the Latter Day Saints (the Mormons). They joined the church in its infancy, moving from New York to Ohio to Illinois. They were also part of the migration along the Mormon Trail to Salt Lake City.
I’ve also done a lot of work on my wife’s side of the family. At present, my intention with this blog is to focus on my side of the family. However, I will probably delve into my wife’s side from time to time because there are some fairly interesting stories there. Our eldest child, who shares my love of genealogy, is fascinated with a branch of his mother’s family that has deep roots on the island of Jersey. To be honest, I find it fascinating as well.
A Deck of Ancestors 