I would love to see the faces of our long-past ancestors if they showed up for one of our parties at Archer’s Bay. Like any Bajan party, so many different shades of skin. A child with tight kinky midnight black hair plays with his cousin who has light brown straight hair. No natural blondes, but give it another generation or two. (Of course, knowing Cliverton, the blonde kids could happen at any time, if not already. 😉 )
We already know that one branch of our family used to own the other branch. No doubt there are ancestors on both sides – even fairly recent ancestors – who would be horrified to see our family today.
That is fine with me. We are who we are today. I am who I am. My son will be better than I am at all things, and if the Lord wills it, his son or daughter will carry on.
So what do I care about Africa on a Friday evening? NOTHING…
… And then CNN publishes a story that the British slave trade register for 1834 is being placed online. The names of one hundred thousand Barbados slaves made available to anyone.
Suddenly, my lack of concern for my origins is shown to be a thin defense against the fact that there are few resources to research the family tree of a slave. I call my son and show him the CNN article.
This should be interesting…