As an educator, I valued the story more than the date. It mattered more to me how events shaped the character of a person rather then events themselves. After all, great things are accomplished starting with one person. I taught character development using the stories of history to my students in hopes they could create a greater image of themselves and aspire to rise above the limits they believed life handed them.
I, too, wanted to be inspired by my own family, living and deceased. I have found stories of love, bravery, loss, sisterhood/brotherhood, and perseverance in my deceased ancestors. I have also become great friends with living distant relatives no one previously knew. One of my greatest joys was when my father flew to a tiny Norwegian village in the arctic region. After being greeted by Ulf, a distant cousin I had found years prior, he walked the shores of the fjord, visited the small houses and walked on the land his mother and ancestors once stood.
My life as an educator and public servant now slightly shifts in this next chapter of life as a professional genealogist. I want to educate and inspire others within their own family tree. Your ancestor’s experiences and journeys are in your blood and their personalities, talents and traditions are still seen in you. They are your inspirational stories waiting to be found.