At first, in researching family history, finding even something as simple as your grandmother’s maiden name is exciting. Finding new great-uncles and aunts, their occupations and their comings and goings puts depth into your research. But, sooner or later the family historian is going to find the skeleton in the closet. And there’s one in every family. I don’t mean to brag but I think I’ve got three skeletons.
I don’t mind sharing the first with you because the information is there for all to read in the records of the Old Bailey and in the pages of the London Gazette (an absolute mine of information). It’s just a bit embarrassing admitting that, yes, that chap is one of my ancestors and no, he wasn’t in prison for too long, just three months. I can explain away the circumstances and blame the banks of the time for not lending money to budding entrepreneurs – he never actually stole the money, did he? And lots of others did it too.
Should I share the second skeleton’s secret? It’s written on the marriage certificate so it’s certainly in the public domain. But they wanted the divorce kept quiet in 1915. It really wasn’t the done thing to admit to eloping and having children out of wedlock and I think my grandparents would have been very dismayed at having their private life revealed for all and sundry to see and wonder over. Such details provide good pickings for a professional biographer; for them, every skeleton brings good sales. But usually the family historian is not in that kind of market and so our skeletons raise tricky dilemmas. Should curiosity and research be tempered with a little respect for one’s ancestors? Should it be shared?
What about the third? He was always described as the black sheep of the family. But I thought that was a romantic thing to be. I couldn’t understand why the United Reform branch of the family was so cross when he married a Catholic girl. Surely that couldn’t make him a black sheep? Why, he and I shared some family resemblance – he couldn’t be all bad. I just sympathised. And then I found out more and although I’m glad I found out, I just wish I hadn’t. I didn’t want to connect my relative with the deserting soldier who lived with his venereal disease and his drunkenness, abandoned his wife and then died at an early age of nephritis. But, it may be possible, dear reader, that you find these horrible facts of use. You find my great uncle’s life can inform your lifestyle decisions and you vow never to tread the path of the black sheep? So be it, researching has done some good.
Well, I’ve shared my skeletons whether they liked it or not because it’s a tricky area that does need discussion. But should I have told you the details? Should I have researched them in the first place? That’s the family historian’s dilemma.
Tags: Ancestors, Family history, Genealogy