Madness Monday: Crazy with Joy

The genealogy gods, fickle sprites that they be, have smiled upon me. While we were visiting my mother-in-law this past weekend her sister brought out an old family Bible. An 1832 Bible, to be exact. A Bible I did not know existed. I know I paled; I damn near swooned.

The moment would read like geneaporn if I used the adjectives that come to mind. Let me just say the earth moved.

And there was more. She dug out other items for me to examine. She has her grandmother's genealogical research papers and rolled pedigree charts from the late 19th and early 20th century; first person accounts of the Civil War; handwritten certified copies of early 19th c. wills and estate inventories; her great-grandmother's baptismal veil from 1840 (that one brought me to tears). I didn't even open half the envelopes or file folders.

I spent a crazed few hours transcribing the family record from the Bible and doing a preliminary inventory while watching the clock so I wouldn't miss my plane home. I will go back in the Spring with a plan of action and the necessary equipment to document and archive the materials.

I'll have all kinds of specific questions as I figure out how to proceed, but for now a dazed "Yippee!" and a heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving is all I can manage. I would name my firstborn child for her if I could. At least their names are close.