Oftentimes I'm asked,
Why I've made finding
my family a task.
So here below
My 'Ode to Family"
To you I bestow.
I have a 2nd great-grandfather
With whom I bother.
A bugler, a fifer, or a drummer
In the Civil War, which one was he?
I often wonder if he ever played the
'Yankee Doodle Dandy'.
And when he looked into the eyes
O' the young Irish lass,
I wonder if he told her
'Tis her beauty that could not be surpassed.
One more thing 'bout them I'd like to ask;
How long did it take for her to get him
to the altar for Catholic mass?
Then, so her courageous story won't get
Stuck in a drawer;
My great Aunt Anne I study more & more.
All about driving that ambulance in France
During the second World War;
I'd be honored to write her memoir.
Am I truly a daughter of the American Revolution;
A fifth great-granddaughter of a Patriot of this great nation?
I'd also like to close the book on the lives
Who were so violently taken;
So their memory will never be forsaken.
Arrgh! A pirate lurks way back there;
I often wonder, "Did he stand tall on his corsair?"
And let's not forget the history of transportation.
A Chief Messenger of the railway, and
A teamster from Michigan.
Then my grandfather the bean counter
Who quite a bit ago
Once worked for an oil company in Tampico.
Also the man who I would've loved to meet
Who definitely led me on a wild goose chase.
My Dad's dad who was so tight-lipped;
No matter, he was well worth the trip.
There is also my great-grandfather
Who came from Prussia on Christmas Day;
Who disembarked from his ship
To view the beautiful Galveston Bay.
Then there were those who were bawdy
After being given a toddy.
And yet still those who were a bit frisky
After a bit o' Irish Whiskey.
Those who acted bravely,
And those who acted cowardly.
There were those who were feisty, flirty & flowery;
And those who came with a helluva dowry.
Give me my ancestors who were considered tawdry;
Especially those who had a lot of jewelry.
How 'bout those whose plans went awry;
Who just simply wanted to sit down and cry?
Or the one who dared to defy;
Or maybe the one who dared not
Because she was too shy?
I have found none who left home
To marry a carny;
But I've come across a few that spoke
A lo' o' blarney.
There was the one I've heard
Who ran 'round like a banshee;
'Course, she was the sis of the
One who had a bat in the belfry.
Those who stretched the truth vastly;
And those who were downright ghastly.
Some could be considered
A "little miss goodie two shoes"
Yet there were others who
Hated to lose.
Some were quite girly;
While others were a bit burly.
Not all were part of the gentry;
The others came from the country.
There were those whose eyes were beady;
And some who were quite greedy.
Others with nose in the air
Were quite haughty;
Those who didn't care
Were especially naughty.
Some were liars;
And some were criers.
A few were klutzy;
But even more were gutsy.
Some were tall;
And some were small.
I even have a third great-grandma
Who supposedly was an herbal cure-all.
Then there were those who were grumpy;
And those who were seen as a bit frumpy.
"Heavens to Betsy!"
I'd be remiss;
If I didn't mention those
In absolute bliss.
There were those who were known
As "One Hot Mama";
However, I've yet to find one
Who owned a llama.
'Tis very true;
They are quite the motley crew.
But, Oh! How they sit there
In All their glory;
How could I not tell
Their Family Story?
[This poem, and I use the word loosely, was written for the 89th Carnival of Genealogy entitled, "Ode to My Family's History". The beautiful banner was designed by the talented footnoteMaven.]