Moving on to other ancestors now, more road blocks and secrecy.
Here goes....i found out through researching that one of my ancestors
passed away in Kenmore Asylum, where he was admitted five months
before his demise. I had never heard of this person before, i knew
lots about his siblings but not him. I found his unmarked grave and
went there to pay my respects. The family story goes that he was
kicked in the head by a horse and was never the same again.
I find this story highly suspicious, because why would that need
boundless efforts to keep it from people. I have my own thoughs but
of course have no proof. I tried to get access to his records as i wanted
to build up a story about my ancestor, not to say anything negative
about him. They refused as he still has living relatives whom i
know would never give permission to me. I just wanted to know
why he was in Kenmore in the first place. They had an inquest into
his death which in itself sounds fishy. The said they took him to
the hospital ward but as there was no-one there they couldn't do
anything for him. I surmised that surely you would call for an
ambulance and take him to hospital. That doesn't make any sense
to me. I saw online where they said he died in a Government Asylum
and that he had no belongings, even the entries above his name had
records saying ....the record against another person saying, "he had $5 or one
pair of trousers". I found that i felt a real connection to this ancestor
because i know what it is like to feel like an outsider in one's own
family and to be shunned because you dare to be different, he was
32 years old. I wanted to write an ancestry story dedicated to those
who came before me, not anything negative. Now i will never
know as the records are closed for 113 years and there are still many years to go.
I wanted to erect a small white cross with his name on it, i contacted the
council, they said it was OK, then i get a letter from the council stating
that it will cost me $145 to do this. I guess the only thing i can do now
is visit the site and leave him some flowers every now and then.
Now for another ancestor, i remember seeing him in the village when
i was a teenager, he was a bit different but through research i found
out that he had been gassed in World War 1, been in a mental hospital
in London, then discharged from the Army. I remember him telling
the family he was related to them and they said NO WAY, funny thing
is that it turns out that he was their Mother's brother, their uncle.
Why do people get so scared of us who are a little different, have our
own opinions and just want to be accepted for who we are.
Searching for another ancestor who states his parents names on his
certificates and official papers, once again the names do not
match up together.
I am beginning to think i am jinxed and have no idea who i really
am or who my family is.
THE SECRETS KEEP COMING.....
My late aunt told me once that a family member of my Mother's
family had spent her life in and out of Kenmore for depression, i
asked my late Mum, she said "that is an absolute lie". I only
wanted to know details because i myself have been a life
long sufferer of Depression, just wanted to know if it ran
in the family.
I now have to go grocery shopping, which i absolutely loathe...
Story continues later and you guessed it MORE FAMILY
SECRETS.
I love that show "Who Do You Think You Are" but in my family
research there are no happy endings, or stories i can write about
or even memoralise. They say you can choose your friends but
not your family.
HOW ABOUT WHEN YOU CANNOT EVEN FIND OUT
WHO YOUR TRUE FAMILY ARE.
I guess i feel a little better having the opportunity to blog about
my disappointment. My american friend told me i would be
disappointed when i told him i was researching my family
history, he was right, I ABSOLUTELY WAS.
Tody i am not sure which ancestor i will look for next but
who knows, maybe there will be disappointment all the way
round.
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