In Loving Memory of…

 

The loss of my father has been an absolutely devastating blow.  My hero is gone, and so is my motivation to continue this journey.

The child that still dwells within me wanted to believe that Dad would live forever.  Even though I saw him weak, bedridden, and helpless.  I still wanted to believe that by some miracle, Dad would get up out of that hospice bed and walk.  He wanted to do it, so badly.

Dad knew his life was coming to an end, and he took it like a champ.  He was sad, but he was brave.  He continued to worry more about others than himself, and always tried to do the right thing even when death was staring him in the face.

It’s me, and I’m back!

Well, it’s been quite a while since my last post.  From December 2019 to December 2021, I’ve had two major surgeries, with what seemed like a barrage of steroid injections in between.  Add in some physical therapy, and it’s a recipe for discomfort and chaos.  I’d lost my drive, and desire to pursue any research.  Not to mention, it was difficult to find the time.  I was seriously ready to throw in the towel.  As a matter of fact, part of me actually had thrown in the towel.

A Little Dab’ll Do Ya

 

It was this vintage commercial that made me think of my DNA results.  “A little dab’ll do ya.”  Really, now?

Inside My Head…

I’ve had a theory, or perhaps a “What if…” floating around inside my head for some time now.  I find it incredibly odd that after almost 12 years of research, the mother of Josiah Askew II, and wife of Josiah Askew I, is still unknown.  Josiah’s paternal ancestors and their wives can be traced all the way back to settling in Jamestown, Virginia and beyond.  However, this one woman, who bore him nine children, cannot be found in any documentation.