She was Elizabeth (Bess) Jeanette Blaney and we would sit in her little kitchen on Coleman Road, at the top of Grouse Mountain, with a cup of tea while she told tales of her relationship with her beloved father in Birmingham, England, raising her family in Montreal and Toronto and stories of my mother's childhood. I loved her stories and admired her skill in telling them.I later learned that she inherited her story telling ability from her father, Harry.
I was in my early twenties when I began to pursue the genealogy of our family. There have been many stoppages in my research as life got in the way but I am now retired and resuming my research and the proving of the family lore. To me, family history research seems like a giant jigsaw puzzle that pulls you into needing to find all the missing pieces. It is always exciting when I uncover something previously unknown to me.
From the age of twelve I corresponded regularly with my grandmother but was only able to visit occasionally. My family had returned to Toronto and so we were 3000 miles apart. I regret not having had more conversations with her about her family history. I am lucky to have her personal papers and some family artifacts that have further piqued my interest.
My mother is now almost ninety-five years of age, with a failing memory, so it seems urgent to capture her stories as well and preserve our family stories for my children and their children.
I am hoping to use this blog to share my research, tell these stories and make connections with extended family..