A Collection of Thoughts
Aug. 22nd, 2006 10:10 amWell, I've still just got a toe in the water, entering in all the data from my dad's collection and from Duffy's document, but I'm already trying to probe the Great Mystery for me - and that's to follow the Warren surname back a lot further than the late 1700s where I'm currently stuck.
( Mysteries, Mercy, and Watertown Warrens... )
Gah. Where's a time machine when you need one? Probably all stuck in a traffic jam at some really cool moment.
At least I still have my 23 generation descent which takes me back into Merrie Auld England (posted this past Sunday, for those who don't read LJ on weekends.) And that doesn't even touch the White --> Bowen family line, which lists a Bryn Myr, King of the Britons as the first descendant. Okay, it doesn't quite, I'm being a bit silly. His name was actually Beli Mawr, King of Britain, 100 BC.
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In other news, and by way of explanation of the mood, I had a close encounter with a beautiful red tailed hawk this morning - she flew alongside me, making eye contact all the way along the fields, until the tree line approached, and then she cut behind me and soared nearly straight up into the air. Part of me flew up into the sky with her, the other part showed up here at work and wrote a poem about it. =)
( Mysteries, Mercy, and Watertown Warrens... )
Gah. Where's a time machine when you need one? Probably all stuck in a traffic jam at some really cool moment.
At least I still have my 23 generation descent which takes me back into Merrie Auld England (posted this past Sunday, for those who don't read LJ on weekends.) And that doesn't even touch the White --> Bowen family line, which lists a Bryn Myr, King of the Britons as the first descendant. Okay, it doesn't quite, I'm being a bit silly. His name was actually Beli Mawr, King of Britain, 100 BC.
~ ~ ~
In other news, and by way of explanation of the mood, I had a close encounter with a beautiful red tailed hawk this morning - she flew alongside me, making eye contact all the way along the fields, until the tree line approached, and then she cut behind me and soared nearly straight up into the air. Part of me flew up into the sky with her, the other part showed up here at work and wrote a poem about it. =)