Tracing Your Family History: Unearthing Your Deepest Roots #bloganuary

On my father’s side, we’re Welsh, and on my mother’s side, we’re Irish.

On both sides, we’ve retraced my family history with quite a bit of detail. Her cousins and first cousins researched my mother’s family history, tracing it back to when the Edgars lived in Derry, Ireland. A kind of Edgar family “event” went on in recent months and years when the family used Facebook to celebrate their family history.

It may have been Sammy Edgar who wrote the full account of the Edgars’ immigration to Canada.

The hit Netflix series Derry Girls, about growing up in Derry in the nineties, is a worthy tribute to a fascinating land. It’s great that Derry, Ireland inspired it.

Obviously, the title is reminiscent, in my humble opinion, of Canada’s Trailer Park Boys show of the 2000s. In spite of this, I have family in Moncton, New Brunswick, which is a funny irony. That’s my father’s side, however.

An alcoholic is thought to be one of my forefathers who left Ireland and immigrated to Canada in order to escape creditors. I live on the same street in St. Catharines where my mother played as a child, as she spent some of her childhood a stone’s throw away from this apartment building.

Likewise, my godfather’s mother lived just up the street. On the outskirts of St. Catharines, my dad owns a cemetery, and my godfather grew up on adjacent land. https://www.facebook.com/LouthUnited/

They became Americans after my godfather married my father’s only sister. He has penned several books. The family has a bonafide writer, so I have to be careful about what I write.

As on the Edgar side of the family, my godfather has written the story of the Olivers’ family history.

#spring dst and its usual sleep deprivation

The Monday after the change to DST

The Saturday 3/9 edition of the National Post, one of the papers that my parents get, carried a big story by a Sharon Kirkey on A3.  The paper included the rather off-putting headline “Heart attacks and other risks of daylight savings” https://t.co/hU0Wp67UVx

I don’t worry about sleep-deprivation, but my father said last night after I read the Sharon Kirkey story that I could point out what she wrote about DST safely.  Kirkey’s conclusion to her story in the National Post is the wonderful words LOST SLEEP ALSO MAKES US SLACKERS

Before the ninth of March, my mother was already pointing out to me that Daylight Savings Time was here Sunday at 2 a.m.  I got a normal night’s sleep the Saturday, the ninth, and in the morning I changed my alarm clock, my answering machine and my microwave oven to DST.

The computer adjusted automatically.  I was fine.

My mother and father

I was pleased my mother thought to remind me of such business, as this pragmatic reality might have gone right by me and caused inadvertent confusion.  I see the effects of sleep deprivation everywhere, but many perspectives we take are a matter of our consensus about what’s true.  In any case, there is presently no option except to join in Daylight Savings.

I subscribe to the email newsletter Publishous, which just moved into the top four hundred publications of writers on Medium.

In the month of March, Publishous readers are writing about #spring.  The intention is that writers reading Publishous should pass on their work to the Publishous editors for consideration, but I am doing no such thing.

I am only glancing at Publishous to see if there is anything I find splendid and want to read.  I do draw inspiration from it independent of the need to participate in writing for their eyes, although any are welcome to read me as I am putting the ideas together in this blog.  I just don’t want to bat out of my league.

Sharon Kirkey’s story is grim, but I am pleased that my parents thought to provide me with advice, when I explained to them what I had in mind to blog.  My dad is also my boss–we operate a tiny cemetery http://www.maplelawncemetery.org

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Good luck recovering from any impact you yourself felt from the change to DST.