We had sunshine and a bright blue sky with no clouds today, which helped temper the necessity to continue the snow removal. In another two outings, I cleared a path around the side of the house and by the back porch. The back ground level back door is now available for use, giving us two exits. The third door on the porch will wait for another day. My second trip out battled the small pile of snow behind the car left by my plow guy and dug out a path around the car. Removing the snow from the car then transferring it to one of the huge piles to keep the pathway clear will happen later. So -- about 2 hours more to move the stuff around today. The two remaining tasks are about 45 minutes each, so that makes about 5+ hours over 3 days to complete the clean up from this huge store.
While shoveling I listen to music. A song made me think more about family history. I watched two genealogy shows yesterday that likely triggered my pondering. I wondered what had been behind a family group of three brothers and their sister-in-law from Ireland in 1845. Famine had begun by then, so that may have been an impetus to move elsewhere. What happened to the female's husband -- a fourth brother? Did he die before the family set sail, or did he die on the trip to North America? She and the youngest brother disembarked in Canada while the older two brothers when to the US. Were there other family members there already? We know that the family name was present on both sides of the US Civil War. So many questions and that is just one line of my ancestors. Understanding more of the stories behind travel decisions and situations that were left behind would be fascinating. Definitely something to investigate further. <smile>
The song that played as I shoveled today is shared here, though by a different group of singers. The lyrics mention one of many entry halls around the world where immigrants land. This particular one was not in place yet when my ancestors would have entered. The picture the lyrics paint of the experience would fit many other locales during the waves of immigration seen throughout history. Stay safe. Enjoy!
Immigrant Eyes -- GIRSA
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