The Breath of the Ancestors- The Jones Family

I frequently catch the breath of the ancestors. Their words caress me gently, yet rock my foundation. Their wisdom guides me. Their passion inspires me. Their forgiveness heals me. It is in their honor that I share posts entitled 'The Breath of the Ancestors.

It's amazing what you can find on the Internet these days with only a few key strokes. Over the weekend, I searched US Census records and found a document that included information about my great grandfather Ernest Jones prior to my family's migration to Detroit.

The year of the document was 1940 and my great grandfather was 32 years old. According to the document, my grandmother Dorothy was 8 years old and in first grade. Seeing the document made me wonder what other information is out there, lingering about my family's history.

It seems that I can only trace my root to Ernest. I have been unable to find out the name of his parents. Sometimes, I wonder if Ernest Jones was even his real name. Nevertheless, I am so happy when I am able to make connections with my ancestry. It reminds me that there is so much history in our blood and despite how we got here, none of us was a mistake.