My brother and I each spent a very different day in Texas last week.
For him, the journey required a jet. For me, only books were needed.
For him, the trip was present day only. For me, the trip spanned more than a century and a half.
For him, he was only able to visit Fort Worth. I virtually visited Fort Worth, along with Houston, Dallas, San Antonio and The Alamo, the Hill Country, some of the world-famous Texas ranches, and many points in between.
He was able to meet only a few people IRL (in real life). I was able to see a wealth of fascinating Texas history through the lives of hundreds of Texans, a number of which are our cousins through our Montague ancestors. Some of them included Texas Rangers, America’s first lady Ambassador to Britain, the woman the Buick Electra was named after, political and business leaders, Civil War veterans, and a sports commentator.
I don’t know if he took any virtual side trips. My exploration triggered a number of pleasing recollections from my personal memory archives, including swimming in an absolutely crystal clear stream among the cypress trees on the outskirts of Wimberley.
I’m not sure what his mission was. My mission was to find, extend, and digitally map more Family Forest ancestral pathways into and out of Texas.
At the end of the day, numerous additional ancestral pathways that began in Rome, Scandinavia, England, France, Germany, New England, Virginia, etc. centuries earlier had reached Texas. Some of our neighbors who see me at the keyboard almost all the time are probably shaking their heads and thinking, “The poor guy never gets to go anywhere.” But they don’t need to feel sorry for me. At the beginning of each day, I am fortunate enough to be able to wonder “Where, and when, will my travels take me today?”