Ay, ay, ay.
I think I could be doing this for a long time – this one family member.
It’s OK though. In a month of Aha! moments, I’ll take any clarity on my ancestors I can get.
And whoa is me, I’ve been running down the wrong trail for quite sometime. U-turn!
So why didn’t I think of this before? My paternal great-grandfather Braulio Cabello remains a mystery, but there are two big (I think) hints that have stared me in the face for sometime:
- His marriage record cites a Mariano Cavello (Cabello) as his father and Ambrosia Lesa his mother.
- His death record, however, cites an Anastacio Cabello as his father and, again, Ambrosia Lesa as his mother. Anastacio (Anastasio), more often than not, goes down in the record books as his dad.
Braulio’s birth/christening record is still AWOL, but now I’m motivated to give it another go by (re)starting with what I already “know.” Even if there’s a discrepancy around his father, it’s one I know about.
This critical link, after all, means we might – juuuuust might – tie back to the founders of San Antonio. There’s lots of cool stuff in that. Maybe we also founded Mi Tierra restaurant. A girl can dream.
Right under my nose
For too long I assumed Braulio’s different father names was just a discrepancy. (What?! Silly me.) Aside from seeing the other side of my family (my mom’s side) and the drama that can happen in the name of love, I also know marriage customs then weren’t what they are now.
For example, when a woman was widowed, often she would marry her brother-in-law. Not sure that’s what happened here (other way around), but now I know exactly where to go and what to do next. I am determined to find out.
And I. Can’t. Wait!
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Little by little things start to make sense…and then they don’t …repeat…I have been down many roads, declared them to be, only to find out they are NOT to be. I hope you find a true answer to your mystery.
I just found a living connection to my mother’s father, his brother’s wife. She is still alive at 92! Alas, she is in PA, I’m in CA. I know enough to know I must be the one to talk to her to get the story. (there IS a story) But, the discovery had me screaming with disbelief and joy.
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Maybe doing my own, “second-hand” story-gathering might shed some light, because today just crossed my eyes. Compound puzzle. But I’m so happy to hear about your new connection! That should be a rich conversation. Can’t wait to read about it!
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