The a lot of I worked, the more I questioned regarding the lives of my forefathers (and foremothers, too). I looked first at my dad's grandfather. A person named Styrle Iretone Taylor must have had a laborious life! As I checked out the death dates of his parents, I noticed that was true, but not because of his name. His parents had died scarcely 2 weeks apart while he was fourteen.
Regular death records gave me no clue, and since they gave up the ghost in 1914 and 1915, I was pretty certain they weren't victims of a automotive crash, as cars rarely reached such fatal speed and were few and way between. Maybe a train wreck? The death notices gave me the clue I had been wanting for.
It appeared William Ellett Taylor (my grandfather's grandfather) had been a well-to-do businessman. He owned a saw mill and a general store in rural Virginia. Sadly, the sawmill did him in. While operating one late December day, one amongst the blades flew off the saw and cut a serious artery in his leg. By the time the doctor arrived, death had claimed him.
Such an account piqued my interest. Unless his wife stood nearby (and the newspaper account didn't mention her), the deaths were unrelated. I explore for an obituary and learned that she had been sick for a range of years (an account verified by a letter written to her son while she traveled to Atlanta for treatment). Apparently, the loss of her husband was an excessive amount of for her, and he or she followed him to the grave a scant 2 weeks later.
As I sat at the microfilm, having scan this, I may not have put myself in young Styrle's shoes. Solely six months from his fifteenth birthday, he had surely been preparing himself for the loss of his mother. Suddenly, accidentally, his father was taken from him, in addition, leaving him orphaned. How should he have reacted to the present?
Family rumor notes that he traveled for several years around the country (a fact I have been unable to prove, which makes it even additional believable) before returning home to marry. He stayed in the identical little town where he grew up. Death appeared to have him marked -his oldest son and namesake (yes, he named my grandfater Styrle Iretone Junior) died unexpectedly of a heart attack at age fifty seven, and his wife died six years before he did. Styrle Senior passed on at the age of 92 in the home he raised his youngsters in, long before researching my family tree ever interested me, long before I may raise him for details concerning his life.
On behalf of me, genealogy started off as an journey, an chance to solve a puzzle and connect the dots from myself to someone centuries before. The more I learned, but, the additional I came to see that genealogy is more than that. It's a means to attach with and find out about people who came before me, who brought me into this world. It's my probability to find out where those things my father taught me might truly have come from, to find out the challenges I face these days have been survived by those that came to the current world before me.
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