24 December 2015
Blogging since 2007. I’ve had my share to say, admittedly and purposefully about my own personal family research, but also had something to contribute – I think – about researching Loyalist ancestors or bits of history or problem-solving along ancestral trails.
The end of the year feels more like where is this blog going? It slowed down lately. Not that I have nothing to say or work on — “retirement” is just a word — but the production of actual family histories creates a vacuum in the wake. For a while. Besides, CamelDabbleTravelBabble and reviewing crime novels keep me well occupied as a change of pace from genealogy.
And ... there are numerous excellent writers of genealogy blogs doing what I do, with more energy and immediacy. The best are educational without preaching, spreading good advice on standards and methodology; it’s a pleasure to see them thrive. Unlike many of my geneablogging colleagues, I’m not trying to sell my business services to earn income or up my profile. They work hard for a market share in an ever-increasing field of genealogy service providers. (Disclaimer: I have been known at times to flog my books!)
Is it true that blogs are becoming irrelevant? What’s that about? As it is, it’s hard to keep track of even the good ones. Is tweeting the latest favoured child of technology? I don’t tweet. Most writers instinctively rebel at such draconian word restriction, but it seems to suit the millennials and the instantly gratified. Although I find myself not reading as many blogs as I used to, I have loyalty and affection for the first bloggers I “met” and the Geneabloggers network. It’s an effort to add a comment to a blog but a well-written piece on a subject of interest that gives you a lift deserves its own little lift.
There you have it. No, I have it - blogging is my medium. Shall I go more Canadian ... or indulge more in musing/amusing ... bury myself in ignored family branches ... or pack up and satisfy the travel bug? Ahhhh, time will tell.
May 2016 be good to us all.
© 2015 Brenda Dougall Merriman
11 December 2015
June 17th 1924 Aged 78 Years
SHE HATH DONE WHAT SHE COULD
My first reaction many years ago was that this was a rather demeaning epitaph, a subtle expression of reproach at not having done quite enough. Was my imagination working overtime, projecting a lack of familial warmth onto her, my great-grandmother? Or do the words indicate a fulfilment of her character? ... a life that met demands and challenges to the best of her ability? With resigned or cheerful acceptance if not creating extraordinary notice?
Did Isabella choose those words to commemorate her life? Or were they chosen by someone else to sum up a long life?
Isabella is buried with her husband, John McFadyen, in Sunnyside (Moosenose) Cemetery, in Springfield, Manitoba. Since she outlived her husband by nine years, someone else had the words engraved on the family tombstone, perhaps actually chose them. At the time of her death, neither she nor her remaining children lived in Manitoba.
Knowing this family slightly ― through reminiscences of a few grandchildren who visited ― it behoved me to revisit the New Testament. The McFadyens were strong Presbyterians of Free Church persuasion. I don't know how strict their observance of Sabbath activities was, what with farm work being necessary every day of the week, but every Sunday the family gathered at the dining room table to have Bible readings. No-one was excused.
Mark 14:6-8 (King James Version) ―
She hath wrought a good work on me. ...
She hath done what she could; she is come aforehand to anoint my body to the burying.
On the day when the Last Supper would occur, a wealthy woman approached Jesus and anointed him with the full measure of her very precious spikenard oil. The onlookers were saying what a waste; if she had sold it instead, it would have provided for many poor people that Jesus cared about. But Jesus rebuked them; she simply brought what she had at hand and honoured him with all of it. Most of all, her anointing unknowingly served a higher purpose: traditional preparation for his impending death and burial.
The thing about Bella, as she was known, was the raising of ten children when I expect she also did everything daily required of a farmer's wife. Not unusual for her time and place. She lived through the deaths of two sons and one daughter, the latter whom had Down Syndrome. When her children scattered and the family farms were sold, she stayed with her youngest daughter Barbara in Vancouver where she died. By and large, an "ordinary" life.
No doubt Barbara consulted her sisters for an appropriate epitaph (not everyone on the family stone has one). How would I interpret that for Isabella? Perhaps she clearly gave all she had to each mundane task. Perhaps she consistently "made do" in any situation with modest means. Perhaps her children felt she was a model of hard work and Christian teaching. I will never know for certain, but re-thinking an epitaph can be a lesson.
© 2015 Brenda Dougall Merriman