A New Year

As I reflect on the past year, with many accomplishments in my multi-faceted and busy life, I am so grateful for the opportunity to write in this blog, which was one of the biggest hurdles of my inner desires. I really enjoy writing, and sharing insights into my world, now and then; and having this site set up to be able to speak about my experiences with my Family History has given me a tangible outlet for putting it all into perspective. I do find it difficult to align all that I am within this physical mortal 5' frame; but I do try; and now I have another January to make new goals and look forward with renewed vigor to collecting stories, connecting the dots of my lost relatives in cyber space, learning new ways to organize all the data, and then pasting myself between the lines somewhere in time so that I can relate to the DNA that runs through my blood; be it Swiss Mennonite, Scottish, German, Dutch, French, English, Swedish, Pennsylvanian, Virginian, Etc, Etc!
 Sometimes I find myself transposed into some other world when I read about my Mennonite families and their hard work in preserving their family values through living a Separatist way of life. My Pennsylvania roots go deep across the Seas into Ireland when I travel back with the first Livingston families that immigrated into York County; along with my Postlethwaite families that intermarried with my Mennonite families and the Livingston families that intermarried with the Postlethwaite and Hendricks families. I am in awe when I study these families, and I so much would like to be there with them in the dirt floor and herbal remedy way of life that preceded this easy-access-to-anything  lifestyle that holds me captive in this Time Capsule. Why would I want to experience the menial, oft times mundane, simplistic lifestyle that seems to beckon my soul into the past, where I could run barefoot in the grasses of Ohio, or explore the winding Rivers on a Riverboat or Ferry Captained by a wayward cousin? Only in my romantic storybook can I live without the reality of losing a child to smallpox, or watching my one-room hand-cut log home burn to the ground because there was no water to dowse the engulfing flames.
What do I know about the fiber of character that is woven in my sinews, the very source that binds me to the past, and draws me into an abyss of  never-ending family lines? Maybe this year I can explore a little deeper into the lives that sacrificed so much so I can live the easy-access-to-anything lifestyle.
Well, here's to Another Year to explore! Another Year to dream! Another Year to Romance the Past!