That’s my new motto for doing family history research. If I don’t succeed on one side, I’ll just hop over to my other parent’s line and see what’s up.
For now, I’m still stuck on my paternal great-grandfather Braulio, not knowing which family he really came from. Researching different possible mothers until the dots connect somewhere.
So while Braulio is on “spring break,” I’ve decided to switch gears to my mom’s musician grandfather, Froilán, who supposedly was shot while playing in a night club.
Shot – or not?
On looking more closely – well, at first blush anyway – it appears he may have survived that gunshot. He shows up in the 1920 Census a state away, in New Mexico – married, but with no spouse or family (both of which he actually had – in Texas).
Did he get run out of town? Was he on the lam for some reason?
If he did survive, he fared better than his marriage did, because that didn’t survive at all.
Lend me some sugar — I am your neighbor!
So, what happened to his wife (my great-grandmother)? Turns out in 1912 she remarried someone who, according to the 1910 Census, had lived just a few doors down.
Sounds like a love triangle to me, if the lore is also true that my great-grandmother married either the shooter or his relative.
All I know is that, my grandpa was orphaned very young because, just six years later, his mother Reyes died from typhoid fever.
Funny, I have so much documentation for this side of my family, I thought their recent history was pretty cut-and-dry. But what happened to my grandfather’s natural father is a fairly big mystery at the moment.
Note to self: Don’t expect closure from following an alternate trail just because you couldn’t get closure from another. Much like an unfinished quilt, these loose ends could paint an incomplete picture for some time to come.
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Dear new friend.. the more i read your family journey, the more i am amazed at the similarities between your journey and the one i trudged thru trying to unearth the journey of the Greeks in my family…. The bumps in the road all add intrigue… of course with mine there were some records but none of them could ever read or write english….ah yes That was why we all had to go to Greek School… such good chapters in out lives.. think its do interesting that you are doing this!! Bravo.. yep it IS a lot lie the quilt.. for me it is the “croched” doilies…. Be well.
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