Come! Share the Journey of Family Heritage Stories, Laced With Patterns of Living Throughout Generations of Time. We Are All A Remnant of A Rich Tapestry, Waiting to Be Rewoven Together.
Many of us find ourselves longing for a connection to something, or someone from the days we cannot touch; sometimes inspired by a photograph or a scrap of withering notation we found tucked away between the pages of a book in a long-forgotten trunk, or some emotion we cannot ignore. There seems to be a common thread that connects us all to the past; be it a name, an expression, or a geographical placement in this timeline we call mortality. Whatever it is that connects us, and draws our thoughts and hearts to one another, seems to be the passion that brings us to this blogging thing. My hope for any connection leads me to share with you some commonalities in blogging, daring to claim a place among the great writers; but if nothing more than my own journaling, it will be a tangible way for me to make sense of my own individuality, vulnerabilities, and emotions as I continue on this journey called life. I hope this blog may encourage and uplift.
Being as this is a public blog, I will do my best to share my inspirational stories in a way that inspires, encourages, and tugs the heart a bit; however, bear in mind that I am the kind of person that "tells it like it is";but that could be a matter of interpretation, you might say. The media has done a great job of presenting mysterious sightings and folk lore of days gone by, even to the point of using modern technology in an effort to capture "that which cannot be seen by the naked eye". Many experiences have been labeled "Ghost Stories". Now, granted, I have not seen any apparitions, but I have heard in detail other's accounts of such sightings, and have believed that they saw what they said they saw, because I knew their credibility.
The stories that I want to share are what I believe to be beautiful, not haunting. Over the years, in researching my kindred dead, I have been drawn to those beyond the veil, through whisperings, names, dreams, thoughts, and even visions of specific answers to my research. Here, I will share them as they happened, no embellishments, or leaving out details,that you, too, may have your heart touched in a way that will inspire your work to be more than you ever could imagine! Why do we do it? I want to know that my family is still living, beyond the grave, and I have had proof that they do!
Aug 20 2012
So, I told you that I would share the stories as they happened; no embellishment, and including the details as best as I can without boring you. Well, I have been anxiously producing this blog to begin sharing my experience of just almost two weeks ago. Here it is:
On Tues August 7, 2012, I was searching for a place that my husband and I could go for a day trip on my birthday, the next day. We had talked about going to the California Science Museum in San Francisco, so I started researching the venues and exhibits that would be interesting. As I continued to research, I got somewhat discouraged, as to the cost and the drive, parking, getting my wheelchair bound husband into the exhibit, etc, etc. So, I decided to scrap the idea for the night and headed off to bed. I decided to sleep on it, and maybe search for something else to do just as fun in the morning.
I awoke with my husband's sweet birthday wishes, and then went to the computer. My search took me to a Botanical Garden in Saratoga, California; a place I had not been before. It seemed to be a place to visit, before our excursion to the coast, and Half Moon Bay, where we have enjoyed a day trip before.
At 8:15, my daughter called to wish me a happy birthday, and she surprised me with a gift that I had just thought about the night before, but she already had it planned out. Such a beautiful way to start out my day. My heart was touched.
We arrived in Saratoga about 11:00 A.M., but after looking at the terrain closer, I decided that my husband and his scooter would not do very well on the sandy graveled paths. We ate our lunch in the car under the shade of the bamboo.
We were off again, but decided to backtrack into Saratoga to visit the quaint historical town. I stopped on a corner, and looked to my right and saw a beautiful yellow Victorian home, so I said to myself: Um, that looks like a nice street to see, so I turned onto it. It ended at the top of an incline, with the entrance of a cemetery across the street. It peeked my interest, only because it looked like a pretty drive, so I decided to venture into the narrow, serene drive .
As I passed some tombstones, myself not interested in the inscriptions, just the serenity of the environment, my husband said: " Um, Fickle" I asked "what?". He said, "I saw Fickle, or maybe it said Tickle". So I backed up to look at what he had seen. I paused by a large Tombstone Monument that read:
Nancy M Fickel
It peaked my interest, so I decided to seek more information at the Cemetery Office. I entered in and asked "What do you know about the Fickel family, buried in the first part of the cemetery?, If they are from Ohio, they are probably my husband's family. They did the research, and sure enough, Nancy Mary Fickel was born in Ohio. I was amazed at the discovery, because I had not found in my limited research on that line, that any had come out to California, especially at such an early date.
I took photos of the Monument, and then continued on our way to the Coast, with much joy at such an occasion as to venture into an unknown town, to find a cemetery at the top of a hill, off of a side street that I would not necessarily choose to go.
Now, the rest of the story:
We enjoyed the rest of the day, bringing us back home around 10:00 P.M. Naturally, I was anxious to sit down at my computer to check my data base to find which line this Joseph branched from, and how he was related to my husband. I found the connection, through some zig-zag efforts, and was grateful for the information that I had already collected on this line, so it was not too difficult to place my husband into the family. I was comfortable with the task, and said good night to the day, with blessings and gratitude.
On the morrow, there was another portion of this task to do. You see, I am also kin to the Fickle line, sort of.
Clemence Hiser Sands, whom I have already given some insights to, has a half-sister, Mary Margaret Tarr.
Mary had married a George Fickle (spelling variation) for her first husband, but he had died at an early age, and is buried in Columbus, Ohio. It has just been in the last few years that I have even known his first name, thanks to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (LDS) and the extraction and indexing program, and the websites available that aid in our research. So, continuing on with my story, my interest was peeked to find out how George and Joseph were related. As I continued down my path of discovery, I was amazed at what I found. Not only are they related, but are BROTHERS! I was dumbfounded. Now, it still amazes me, to this day, how I would venture up a side street 2 and a half hours away from my home, to discover a Monument in memory of a distant relative.
There is more to this story. As it turns out, in my research, I discovered that researchers for this family had Nancy dead and Joseph remarried to a Mary; not realizing that she is one and the same. She is Nancy Mary Skinner. They had a son together, not other children as others had created. He is Isaac Harrison Fickle, with family roots in Santa Clara and Stanislaus County, where he and his family are buried.
Well, that is that! an amazing adventure into the Forest of Family Trees. I hope you can visit my blog from time to time to share more.