Back To The Past

I love history, like a lot! Doesn’t really matter what era I like the most because I think all different kinds of history is very cool. Have you ever done this before, you get into a room with a bunch of people and think about this or that person and think about their life? I’ve done this a lot. I just want to see if their life is any worse or better than mine. My nana was telling me about this book she found about my papaw’s family history. Of course, she talks about this and I’m at the episode of The Vampire Diaries when Jeremy is looking at his great-great-great grandfathers (I’m sure it’s much further than that) journals, and doing this paper for history. So my mind goes, “oh cool!” In reality, I love family history because I love old times, especially the “old” stories that my papaw tells me, but the book she’s letting me read. It is from 1600s, and the aunts (which are my great aunts) started looking this up on their own. After two days of looking this book, so far my middle name and my mother’s name were the most popular names for women. The most weirdest name we’ve found was Sylvanus.

I have looking at this book and nana got out these pages that are handwritten by one of the aunts, and it’s about my papaw’s family and back. I’m very intrigued that my papaw’s family came from the Netherlands, and I’ve known my nana’s family comes from Germany. Well, her birth family is originally from there, she was born in Ohio and was placed in an orphanage when she was young. Her birth name was Ruth. When she was adopted they changed it to Dona (Donna) and she didn’t see any of her birth brothers and sisters until 1991 when they got together for a reunion. I don’t know my dad’s family history, but I do know I am half Native American, which when I was in Elementary, I thought it was very cool. It explained some things. One of these days, I will get to know more about my dad’s family history. I feel bad for anybody on my dad’s side who gets to let me read these things because I tend to get a little overboard, but I love it! My nana is getting a joy at hearing me pronounce these names and forcing some word to come out of my mouth.

Yesterday I was talking to my nana, well anytime my papaw says one of the aunts would love us or have a fit on what we were doing. They were apparently very proper. I think a lot of times of if they could ever understand that they had it good when they were younger up until their death. Seriously, my family now is a little crazy. They would have a hard time with us. Well some of us, probably two of us would either mind it all or wouldn’t give a shit in the world. I love those dreams of when my mind wonders about going back through time and seeing how my family use to look like and act. I told my nana and papaw yesterday about one of the dreams I had once. I dreamt of I was on the ground outside my grandparents house and I was scooting and wondering where my chair was, so I scooted on the hot sidewalk because I heard my mom laughing and I called her “mom” and she of course didn’t think nothing of it because she hadn’t had me yet. She was sitting on the ground and I went by her and said, “mom” again and she looked at me with this blank look on her face and I looked around and everybody’s looks were different from what they look like now.

These three ladies were sitting outside with my mom and Aunt Laurie, and they were very puzzled by it all. Hell, even I was confused. The next thing I remember about that dream was I was inside the house and it was so different. We were in living room and they were asking me questions about my family and asking about my hands. I remember not answering their first question. I felt like Marty McFly in the Back To The Future Part 1 where he was his mom’s house and having dinner with them. Same thing in this case. I had about ten people staring at me, probably trying to figure out why I look like my mom. The weirdest part was that I got to meet my cousins Amy and Chris when I were little, and Chris was already planting his sweet side to me. Next minute I knew I was awake and I was mad because I wanted to keep going on it. After that dream, I’ve had three others since then.

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