I am new to this family site because my ggrandmother is a Poston, her name was Hattie Mae. She was born in April of 1886 in NC...I don't know a whole lot about her. For the first time ever I've made a connection with a "cousin" who's grandfather was my ggrandmother's brother. This is huge for us, considering none of us ever knew her, my dad (her own grandson) never met or knew her...I've been trying to find out why that happened.
I think reading these exchanges helps me understand how heated things can get over the dead, just consider how hard it is dealing with the still living among us. Our family is sure testimony to that fact.
Someone has though mentioned the idea of researching and determining connections based on fact, not human imagination. That's always good. At the same time, what is it we are wanting to accomplish here? Maybe for some it's only to know where you came from...for others it's to know members of the family where obviously ties that once bound came seriously unravelled along the way.
Is it possible the two Johns were cousins? related but not brothers? Am I way off base to even think that? could any of John's descendents have possibly (maybe through a search for relatives?) ended up migrating here to NC? just wondering, I must admit I feel confused by this being the new kid on the block and all that.
We all have our styles. There are definitely the type A and triple A among us, then the B,C,D,E and all those lower note types who are necessary to make it all come together. It's hard to remember "we are family" and really do better if we realize "together we stand, divided we fall" even in this trivial sort of effort we are making to "reconnect" so we can "know" who we are ... the dead can't really speak to us but I think they'd love to believe we are going to right all their wrongs once we find each other to "kiss and make up" for whatever it is that divided them way back then.
We have had this happen more than once in our research when such confusion arose...two cousins coming on the same ship to the same port, even, both named the same ...in our case Nicholas Purcell...one was called "black Nick" and the other "red Nick" (based on their hair color) and one moved to Pa. while another moved to someplace in the South. No big deal, it took some patient and diligent research on the part of a woman who wasn't even a family member to solve the mystery for us all.
we are still trying to make connections as to who's who and how we are related but I guess we could at least maintain a unity of heart (will the circle be unbroken?) as "family" while determining who's wrong, who's right, and which ancestor we belonged to when all is said and done...
anyway, I am very excited and anxious to meet my Poston family after so long, though sad to realize my ggrandmother was still alive when I was a young adult and could have greatly benefited from knowing her, sitting to listen to her stories and maybe have been able to glean information that could have helped solved some of our bigger family mysteries. In only a few exchanges we long lost cousins discovered how much alike we are, how similar in so many ways it's kind of scarey...then again, really what do we expect? To find folks who "look like us?" Don't we all hope to find some reason why it is we are like we are? with all the good and beautiful as well as the bad and ugly?
It always pays to listen to our elders, whatever the case, and write it all down for God's sake (and the sake of all our kids who will one day care enough to listen to voices of their dead ancestors when they'd so scorned those of us living)...if anyone has info on Hattie Mae Poston, please pass it onto me. That will be great.