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Irish, Alsatian (the German-speaking kind) and Northern Italian. Not a very interesting mix. However, there is one passingly interesting thing. Years ago, perhaps two years after my wife and I were married, I found an old book written by a priest, concerning the history of a place in Indiana called New Alsace. My wife is from Indiana and I am from Missouri. We met in school. In reading it, I discovered that my wife’s Alsatian ancestors came from the very same town in Indiana as did my Alsatian ancestors. Researching further, I found that they were from the very same town in Alsace.
Also, perhaps interesting. A few years ago, my cousin was traveling in Europe. As she was driving from Italy to Austria, headed toward the Brenner Pass, it suddenly struck her how beautiful a valley was, so she turned into it. She drove and drove, and the more she drove, the more “perfect” it seemed. Ultimately she arrived at a town named “Caoria”. She was stunned! She knew our ancestors came from a town in the Italian Alps named “Caoria” but had no idea where it was. She did have an ancient postcard from there, though, and yup, it was the same town.
A friend of mine whose ancestors came from Germany had the very same experience during a bicycle tour of Europe. He was struck by how “perfect” a particular town in Germany was. Years later, after his father died, he learned from his mother that his father’s father came from that town.
Makes a person wonder about the tiny cultural things that adhere within families for generations; things that can be “recognized” subconsciously without our really knowing why we do this this way, or particularly admire that, or find this beautiful and that not so beautiful.
Also, perhaps interesting. A few years ago, my cousin was traveling in Europe. As she was driving from Italy to Austria, headed toward the Brenner Pass, it suddenly struck her how beautiful a valley was, so she turned into it. She drove and drove, and the more she drove, the more “perfect” it seemed. Ultimately she arrived at a town named “Caoria”. She was stunned! She knew our ancestors came from a town in the Italian Alps named “Caoria” but had no idea where it was. She did have an ancient postcard from there, though, and yup, it was the same town.
A friend of mine whose ancestors came from Germany had the very same experience during a bicycle tour of Europe. He was struck by how “perfect” a particular town in Germany was. Years later, after his father died, he learned from his mother that his father’s father came from that town.
Makes a person wonder about the tiny cultural things that adhere within families for generations; things that can be “recognized” subconsciously without our really knowing why we do this this way, or particularly admire that, or find this beautiful and that not so beautiful.
God bless you and Mary keep you!