Wednesday, June 4, 2008

Sally Side-Tracked, the Daughter of History

Last night, hubby & I decided to completely rearrange our living room/playroom. As with any project of this magnitude, it is taking way longer than necessary because of my constant habit of getting sidetracked. You know what I'm talking about.

For instance, you are walking out to get the mail, when you see some recycling that needs to go in the bin outside. On your way to get the recycling, you remember that magazine that you wanted to toss in there, which takes you to your bedroom. In the bedroom, you find those clothes that you forgot to put away, so you go to do that, when you see your daughter's lovey that she's been looking all over the house for. So, you go to return that to her (leaving the clothes right where you found them) and then try to remember what it is you were doing for the last 30 minutes.

Anyway, I came across a couple of books last night from the early 1900's, that my granddad used as text books in school. I became fascinated while looking through them and then came across the book that my granddad wrote while I was in high school. It's a family history book. It's got a whole genealogy that dates back to the early 1700's.

Genealogy is something that I've become increasingly interested in over the last few years. I have this obsession of trying to trace my family history back to the American Revolution because I want to be a member of the D.A.R. (Daughters of the American Revolution). And "why" you ask do I want to be a member of this organization? Well, I really can't put my finger on it except to say that growing up in a relatively small city in the south has made it's mark on me. I come from a city where the debutante ball each year is a huge event, Girls Cotillion is quite the social club and Junior League is the mark of status for women. Not that I've been involved with any of those endeavors. For some reason D.A.R. is something that has always intrigued me. I think it has more to do with tracing my family's roots back to a really momentous event in our nation's history.

Anyway, coming across this book of my granddad's has lit that fire again and I'm going at it full steam ahead this time. I'll keep you posted on my trek for familial historical significance!


Angela said...

Oh, yes. I know exactly how it goes when you get sidetracked. I firmly believe that I walk MILES each time I go to clean up my house. And it's not because the house is that big. It's because I do exactly what you're describing and end up running endlessly back and forth, back and forth, etc etc etc. It's so aggravating! So to combat this tendency, I've started keeping baskets on each floor, which I can use to collect things from each floor that need to go upstairs, etc. It works at least a little!

Angela said...

PS - apologies to the other commenters, as this is an inside joke. But all I could think reading your thoughts about the DAR, was your Dad's recent comment. "I want the girls to see Ireland! It's our mother country!" ROTFL!

Angie said...

Ok, it's official, I'm going to start carrying a basket around the house with me all the time to help combat this problem. Great idea! And yes, that is funny about my Dad's comment. I still laugh about it pretty often! Wouldn't that be funny if I did end up tracing my roots back to Ireland. Jokes on me then! :-)

Michelle said...

Hmm. I can't help you on the DAR or geneology, but I'm SO with you on getting side tracked. You should see the pile of half done things around my house as I keep finding something else that needs to be done right then!

Angie said...

Michelle: I think it's totally a female thing because my hubby doesn't suffer from this problem at all. And it worsens exponentially with every child! I can only hope that the condition will slow down now that we're done having kids. LOL!


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