Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Prussian Crackers

I hear voices calling me to a castle in Germany. And I call back, “send me a plane ticket and I’ll be right there!”

I got an email this past weekend from a dear cousin who has done extensive genealogical research for my mother’s side of the family. I’m glad he’s the detective as the research involved makes me tired just thinking about it.

He extended an invitation to join him in Germany this summer for a celebration of our ancestry. Picturing my relatives in a castle in the German countryside makes me want to schedule a visit. Too bad they’re all dead. Apparently, I have an ancestor named Arthur Franz von Bardeleben who was sent to America just prior to the Revolutionary War around 1773 in the von Ditfurth Regiment and stayed in America. This part of my mom’s family lives in Alabama as the DeBardelebens. I’m sure there are lots of fascinating tales of what took place in the migration from Germany to Alabama.Another line of the family came by way of Holland. This history lesson got me thinking about the untold stories that we can’t even imagine in each family lineage. I’ve noticed the skeletons in our closets become less embarrassing as the skeletons age. Just a pile of bones with a story.

I ‘m also reminded that each of us is a unique little melting pot. We should be ready to embrace every nation, creed and color because as Americans, it’s a reality that there’s a little of the whole world in most of us.

I want to write down the things I remember; the stories told by my great-grandmother and my great great aunts. Keeping history alive is a responsibility, really. I think I’ll start a history series on my blog called “The Cracker Chronicles” (in honor of the many Florida crackers in the mix). My aristocratic relatives would love that, don’t ya think?


sara said...

I think that is a great idea!!! And you are right, it is a responsibility to keep our histories alive. I used to love to sit at my great-grandmother's feet and listen to her tell stories of her life!!

Melanie Dorsey said...

Now this is funny -

"I’ve noticed the skeletons in our closets become less embarrassing as the skeletons age. Just a pile of bones with a story."

I'll read your Cracker Chronicles...go for it!

Barbara said...

You and I may have connections from farther back than our meeting! My family (parents & grandparents) were from Alabama and spoke often about DeBardelebens as friends. Could be some of the same folks with a name like that! What a small, small world

My ADHD Me said...

I love this idea!

As a matter of fact, for the last year or so, I have been meeting with my dad and writing down his stories. It is a great way to remember that our parents and other relatives were young and had lives even BEFORE we came along.

To this day, I cannot picture my dad at an Elvis concert, but he was!