Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts

Tuesday, 16 September 2014

Roots

We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. – Edward Sellner - See more at: http://familyhistorydaily.com/family-history/15-genealogy-quotes-love/#sthash.ESEjGSz8.dpuf
We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. – Edward Sellner - See more at: http://familyhistorydaily.com/family-history/15-genealogy-quotes-love/#sthash.ESEjGSz8.dpuf
We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. – Edward Sellner - See more at: http://familyhistorydaily.com/family-history/15-genealogy-quotes-love/#sthash.ESEjGSz8.dpuf
My grand-parents wedding

We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. – Edward Sellner - See more at: http://familyhistorydaily.com/family-history/15-genealogy-quotes-love/#sthash.ESEjGSz8.dpuf
We inherit from our ancestors gifts so often taken for granted. Each of us contains within this inheritance of soul. We are links between the ages, containing past and present expectations, sacred memories and future promise. – Edward Sellner - See more at: http://familyhistorydaily.com/family-history/15-genealogy-quotes-love/#sthash.ESEjGSz8.dpuf
I've always been fascinated by genealogy. I love hearing stories about my great-grand parents and their relatives. I can spend hours looking through old photo albums and I always want to know more.  I'm convinced that in order to shape ourselves and our future, we need to know and care about the past.

I am lucky in the sense that I never had to look too far or do any research at all to find my ancestors. All the information was given to me on a silver plate. My uncle used to be an archivist at the Bishop's house in a town nearby my village in Brittany. He was a passionate historian and he spent a good part of his life writing about the area I'm from, and researching his family history. At the end of his life he had information that dated back to the 17th century. When you think that most of the records were destroyed during the French revolution in 1789, it's quite unbelievable that he managed to trace our family so far back.

Look at the date...1677!
A few months before he died, my cousin recorded him on video and with the help of my mum and aunt, he showed him numerous pictures and all the books related to my mother's family tree. He put it on a DVD and every member of the family got a copy. This, in my opinion is invaluable information. My uncle passed away a few years ago, and even my parents are not getting any younger. My mother being the youngest of the family, has a lot less souvenirs than her brothers and sisters. This recording will be the memory of our ancestors when everybody from that generation will be gone. 
 

My Great-Grand parents



On the other hand, Fabrice doesn't know a lot about his own ancestors. He didn't have the same luck as me, and I feel sorry for him because he definitely is missing something. There is this big void that needs to be filled, but to be honest, even the prospect of starting research is daunting.
Basically, apart from his grand parents, he doesn't really know where he comes from. See his name "Canaveera"? It's unique. Nobody else in the worlds wears it, so it doesn't really help. His great-grand parents came from Pondichery and that's pretty much all we know. I would love to be able to take time and start his family tree. 

The same way I will tell my children about their French ancestors, I want Fabrice to be able to tell them about the Mauritian side of their family. They deserve to know both. I know my kids will more than likely feel more Irish than Mauritian or French, but they need to know where they come from and I will make sure they get all the information possible.

If only there was a program like "Who do you think you are?" for regular people, not just celebrities! Because I need all the help I can get in the quest for Fabrice's ancestors.
 

Saturday, 22 February 2014

Catching up

I have a lot of catching up to do with my blog! My mum stayed here for a week and I didn't write a bit. Mind you, I didn't really want to hide behind a computer while she was here. We didn't do anything special as I was working everyday, but just seeing her in the evening and gossiping about what's happening in my little village was priceless.

I always say I'm from the " Kerry" of France. A remote area, literally situated at the end of the world. Everybody knows everybody and there's always a story to tell about the neighbours, the aunties or the cousins. Who is dead, who has gone to the hospital, who is  back from the hospital, what are her friends' children up to etc. I like it, even if sometimes I don't even know who she's talking about. It makes me feel connected to the place I used to live in.

She had a great time minding the kids, even she didn't understand what they were saying in English. She still believe she doesn't speak English though, but that's not true. She was starting all her sentences by : "I'm sorry, I don't speak English..." (But I will explain to you exactly what I want and make myself understood...)  It must be just a confidence issue...

She got us a new filter coffee machine (no more instant coffee for me, yeah!) and plenty of croissants. Of course she wrecked my head a bit with the cleaning, but I'm glad she didn't opened the drawers or the cupboards, or she would have had a heart attack (although she said it would be on top of her list when she comes back!).

But in the end, we both agreed one week was enough. Not too short so we had time to catch up en enjoy each other company, and not too long that we would have started to fight!

I love my mum, I'm so glad she came, but I'm glad she's gone and I'm back to normal... Until next time!

Monday, 2 December 2013

Sure you're nearly Irish at this stage...

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I've been hearing this more and more and I don't know if I am in denial or if all those Irish friends of mine are winding me up ( as they usually do...)
I mean, in my mind, I'm French and I always will be. I can't live without my filter coffee machine, I love croissants and baguettes (and please, not the Cuisine de France ones),I could eat a platter of cheese on my own, with some wine of course... I have a colourful catalogue of French curses and I'm a moany, always complaining woman (although that could be typical of every woman in the world, but being French on top of that doesn't help)
The truth is, my beloved coffee machine broke at least a month ago, I haven't bothered buying a new one, and I've been drinking instant coffee since ( shocking I know!). The only time there are croissants or baguettes in my house is when my mum comes to visit. Otherwise, I eat sliced bread. French cheese is way too expensive so it really is a treat when I eat some. The old reliable mature cheddar cheese is good enough for me...
Irish people think the French are always on strike. Well, I've never been on strike, ever. And the more I live here, the more I am laid-back. Sure I still moan about everything, but most of the time I end up saying "Sure, there's nothing we can do about it" and my favourite one " We'll see how it goes"...
I do curse, probably too much, but like the Irish , I say "f***king" every second word. The weird thing is my co-workers are now cursing in French... go figure! 

And now for the worst, I think I'm losing my French. Sometimes I find myself having to THINK how I would explain something in my own language.

I do love Ireland, and even if I thought of going back to France a million times,I'm still here. I miss my family, I miss my friends, but I don't miss my country that much. I would just like to be able to go back there more than once a year.

I still learn about Ireland and Irish people, even after 11 years living here, but nothing really surprises me any more...

And more importantly, I enjoy being "The French one", even if I get slagged all the time for it !