For the past couple of weeks, my life has been filled with moving boxes, U-Haul trucks, and a few tears as we have been moving my son and daughter in law into their first apartment. It is a bittersweet time for us. We are so proud of him and the fact that he has just finished his Master's Degree in Education and will be beginning his career as a high school science teacher in just a few days. But, watching him pack up and leave our home and the lack of his presence here has been difficult. It's something all parents go through and even though we know that he is just fine and that it is our job to give our children both roots AND wings, it is hard to let him go.
With as busy as this month has been, I have had to leave my blog and most of my genealogy work on hold for awhile. I had noticed two messages in my Ancestry.com mailbox that I wanted to get back to as soon as possible, but a phone call last night beat me to it. I picked up a call in my voice mailbox from the very lady who had messaged me about my family tree. She said that she had found me on both Ancestry.com and from contacting the Montgomery County (Ohio) Genealogical Society and she noticed that I was seeking information on the Swadner family. I have written a little on past blog posts about my great great grandmother, Clarinda Swadner Routsong, and it appeared that Susan (my caller) is the great granddaughter of Ida Belle Swadner, my first cousin, three times removed. She went on to tell me that she has a large amount of photographs, tintypes, and even some furniture that belonged to Ida Belle and since she has no children to pass them on to, she wanted to know if I would like to have anything. I could hardly believe that I was hearing her message correctly. I couldn't dial her number quickly enough. Luckily for me, she answered the phone right away and was happy to hear from me. We spoke for a few minutes and planned to meet at some time in the future so I can pick out whatever I want from her family collection. I can hardly wait for that day. My heart always breaks when I see "orphan" photographs in antique stores and flea markets because somewhere, there has to be someone to whom those people are family. So, I truly appreciate the fact that Susan tried so hard to find a family member to pass the photographs on to. I may not be able to take a great many of them, but I certainly will take as many as I can. In the meantime, I will take the time to discover as much as I can about my cousin, Ida Belle.