#ancestry blog

[twistingtreeancestry]

Day of Commemoration for the Acadian Expulsion

Image Description: A black and white portrait of the Ovillier Guillot and Eve Vice family, circa the early-to-mid 1900s. Top (children), left to right: Eunice Guillot 1922-Dec; Joseph Guillot 1926-2014; Lenus Guillot 1923-1960; Beulah Guillot 1918-1991. Bottom (parents), left to right: Ovillier Guillot 1897-1967; Eve Vice 1897-1950.

The two daughters wear similar dark, button-down dresses with white doll collars. The mother wears a dark, button-down open-collar blouse or dress. The two sons and the father wear white dress shirts covered by fastened suit jackets complete with ties.

Image by [[TBD]].

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Pictured above is my 3rd great-uncle Ovillier Guillot and his family. He is the 4th great-grandson of Jean Baptiste Guillot.

Today is the Day of Commemoration for the Acadian Expulsion.

While I have quite a few direct ancestors who lived in Nova Scotia and ended up in France at the time of the expulsion, there's only one family unit that I have been able to confirm was expelled.

That was the family of my 8th great-grandfather Jean Baptiste Guillot, born in Acadia in 1720 with his body given to the Atlantic Ocean in 1758. His family was expelled from Cobequid, Acadia, Nova Scotia to France during the brutal "Great Expulsion" by the British, who wanted to squelch any potential threats from the Acadians and the Mi'kmaq during the French and Indian War.

His son (my 7th great-grandfather) Charles Olivier Miquel Guillot was only 13 in 1758 when they had to take the long, arduous 75-day journey to France. His father Jean, along with 4 of his brothers, never made it off of the ship.

Charles grew up in France where he married and had 3 children of his own. They left France in 1785 to board one of the seven ships paid for by Spain, Le Saint-Rémi, to take them to Lafourche Parish, Louisiana.

Many members of the Wabanaki Confederacy (I believe predominately it was the Mi'kmaq militia), in addition to other affiliated Indigenous tribes and Acadians, who rallied a resistance were slaughtered or expelled. They refused to swear loyalty to the British crown and surrender to British colonists, refused to convert from Catholicism to Protestantism, and refused to allow themselves to be displaced without a fight. Numerous battles took place to stop the deportation with wins and losses across the board.

While no one has one lineage, I was raised as a proud Cajun despite having often felt ashamed of being Cajun for various reasons (like my accent). I even tried my hardest over twelve years to banish anything that could link me to my roots, not knowing the history behind a part of my ethnicity and culture.

Digging into my ancestry has been a wild ride, and there were many things found within my lineages that were not honorable in any way, but this chunk of my history? This has made me proud to be Cajun again.

I wish I had respected it more when I was still able to be immersed in it. I wish I had asked my pawpaw to tell me more stories. I wish I had kept up with Cajun French (AKA Louisiana French). I wish I hadn't let my cultural heritage fall through my fingers.

Many blessings to those who fought and lost their lives against the British colonists in an attempt to secure the freedom of not only themselves but of future generations to come.

[Disclaimer: I am still only beginning to educate myself about this event and am utilizing my current understanding of how events unfolded and who was involved. I apologize in advance for any misconceptions or misinformation regarding the historical accuracy of my comments.]

[nealrover]

Discovery of the Truro Cornwall 'Ghost'

This is a well known documented story from Cornwall of late Georgian Times – It is only when I did the family research that I discovered it related to direct ancestors. Please Enjoy my Travel Books on Amazon – FREE on Kindle Unlimited https://bit.ly/bookneal Taken from my Family Ancestry book – A Bullet for Life A true story of family survival against all the odds – it has a happy ending I…

[junglejim4322]

are you white? /gen

Do you live in an alternate universe where there’s billions of white guys named ishaan

[witchofbrigid]

Why I Claim the Label "Witch" Even Though My Ancestors Would Disapprove

Please keep in mind that this decision is a part of my personal journey in my folk magic and ancestor veneration practice.

🌸 I am LGBTQIA+ and neurodivergent.

I'm the black sheep of my family. Historically, people like me would've been at risk for being suspected of witchcraft and ran out of town or worse. By calling myself a witch, I honor anyone in my ancestry who was also ND and LGBTQIA+. I carry their legacy by standing in my power.

🌸 I am not a Protestant Christian.

After receiving a lifetime of religious trauma being raised Church of Christ (Protestant Christian), I left the church in 2012. I've had to sift through my life during hours of therapy to find myself again. Calling myself a witch felt like I was finally in control of my own life again. The cost of giving up the label "witch" for something that made my ancestors happier was far too high. The most I'm willing to do for my ancestors at this time is learn how to use the magic of the Psalms.

🌸 "Healer" is a trigger word.

I have a negative association with this word, and I'm not sure what else to say about it! The title would be disempowering for me because of my religious trauma. I'm not a healer, white witch, good witch, etc. I am me, and I do the magic that serves my purpose. I have my own ethics within my practice.

🌸 I'm the main character of my own life, and I live it for me.

I live the way I want to, and if my ancestors want to work with me, then they have to accept who I am. Or at least be open-minded to learning about who I am and the reasoning behind my choices. If they are not willing, then they do not receive veneration, and I will not work with them. Simple as that!

Those are just a few reasons I call myself a "witch." :) It's important to set boundaries with any spirit you involve in your practice (especially early on when you're getting to know each other and building trust).

[bolszaja-miedwedica]

hi (with the intention of asking about if i died prematurely would you do ancestry work with me)

[huntermanor]

Praying to both my deities and talking to my dead relatives to keep things funky and silly

[thebeautifulbook]

CANDLE-LIGHTIN’ TIME by Paul Laurence Dunbar. (New York: Dodd-Mead, 1901) Illustrated.

source

[serpentface]

Rhea Sur-Tigiiz, a daughter of heathens, Odonii priestess and master of the rifle, commander of the musket-bearing Cobra Knight military order, asshole, loves the killing. And her servant and fourth squire (the previous three didn't make it), an adolescent Finn eunuch named Nedaemon. Rhea adores this kid (in her own special way) and spends more time with him than her actual son.

Both are wearing the padded linen armor of light infantry, which is thickly woven enough to resist arrows and sometimes even musketfire (under lucky circumstances). Both are dyed blue to indicate status as odonii/odonii servants, with Rhea's regalia including some far more expensive forms of blue dye. Nedaemon is not yet worthy of armored pants.

Wardin is a society where the social elite and any who can afford it have servants. Each odonii priestess is attended by a flock of servants, who must be girls or eunuchs. Those designated men by Wardi cultural standards are utterly prohibited from this role, as a man seeing an odonii's nudity is a violation of her body that must be re-consecrated with his life's blood. (Exceptions are made in cases where odonii are wed to husbands). Most of these servants start as children or adolescents, often being sold to the odonii by poor families.

As far as any situation involving selling a child into servitude can go, serving the odonii is far from the worst option. It consists of most common servile duties, as well as caring for tame lions and hauling weapons to and from war-dances. They will be well fed and afforded a degree of social protection due to their servitude of divine priestesses, regardless of their social class or citizen status. (Though any societal abuses typical towards those in servant positions may, of course, be present). They are not paid for their services until adulthood, though their family is given yearly payments in the meantime.

The few odonii who actually participate in combat are given a young eunuch as a squire (sometimes along with a young girl training to become a priestess, who will outrank the other squire). They will carry and maintain her weapons/shields/armor, outfit her, supply her ammunition, tend to her khaits, carry the lionskin standard. They are expected to defend their priestess with their lives.

One who survives to adulthood will usually be inducted into a higher military order (Rhea's Cobra Knights largely consist of graduated squires). One who does not survive has the consolation of God's favor and an esteemed position in the afterlife, usually said to be a cupbearer to the ancient saints and heroes. The potential of induction into an elite knighthood is a highly desirable outcome- such a warrior is highly respected and may be paid in land and peasants, able to support their their families for life. Even wealthy and secure families may have their sons put to the knife to become an odonii's squire.

[theludicwitch]

With Imbolc around the Corner here's some quick information on the Goddess.

[nvraln-etsy]

"Begin once you have your personal allies and protections"

Me: okay circle of protection it is

[twistingtreeancestry]

Acadian Genealogy Research | My Biggest Regret

Image by www.epictop10.com. The website is no longer functional and is up for sale. I cannot find another site for this creator. Found on Flicker.com

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I was born and raised Cajun in Southwest Louisiana with my paternal family, all Cajuns and Acadians as far back as I've been able to trace to that period. My paternal grandmother's side was Catholic while my paternal grandfather's side was Baptist.

At some point in my youth, I was given my grandfather's family bible, which had his lineage back to France written on the front inner flap of the cover.

The family bible was roughly 13" tall by 8" wide with a depth of about 1 ½". It had a cream-white background and the title "Holy Bible" was embossed with a shimmery dark golden ink or paint. The title was stylized in large font in the upper center right of the front cover with the "o" in "Holy" aligning over the "B" in "Bible".

Since my family unit was constantly being moved around at the time, most of my possessions lived in boxes that stayed behind at relatives' houses. The family bible was among those possessions, and eventually, the contents of these boxes were largely forgotten.

A few years after my grandparents died, I was finally in a place to receive my boxes. When I rediscovered the family bible, I didn't feel like I should be the steward of it as I wasn't Christian, wouldn't be having kids, and didn't care about genealogy at the time.

Instead, I decided it should go to a responsible family member who would be able to enjoy it and continue to pass it down. Sadly, no one accepted it for a variety of valid reasons. My life then hit some gnarly turbulence and I was again constantly on the move.

I began noticing that with each move, the family bible was becoming more damaged because I could no longer protect it properly. I had since gone no contact with all of my family, and reaching back out was not an option.

A couple months after noticing the accruing damage, I stopped in a random town to donate even more of my belongings to a Goodwill shop. I accidentally gave them a box with my necessities in it, including the family bible. Thankfully, I quickly realized the error and was able to get the box back.

When they saw the tape sealing the box had been cut open, the volunteers suggested I go through the contents to ensure nothing was missing. It had merely been rifled through, likely to take inventory.

The family bible was visible, and one of the volunteers asked about it. I told them a tl;dr version of my experience with it and the fears I had over it being destroyed. The volunteer went over the option of donating it and assured me that it was highly likely to find a good home in that town. I agreed to leave it in their hands and continued on my way.

After not being able to get it out of my head for a few days, I decided to call the Goodwill store to inquire if they still had the family bible. I learned that it had just finished processing the day before and was bought after only 4ish hours of being put out on the sales floor. I've since kicked myself plenty of times, especially once I fell into genealogy.

I no longer remember the ink-etched names of my forebears. I don't even remember the state I was in (though I have a list of likely states*), let alone the city.

I often wonder what ever became of the family bible. I harbor no musings that I will ever again have possession of it, but I hope that it's been cared for and will one day reunite with my grandfather's descendants.

It is indubitably not only the biggest regret I have regarding my Acadian genealogy research but also considering the genealogy research of other Cajuns and Acadians who might have benefitted from such a primary source of lineage.

* — Possible states: Arkansas, Iowa, Kansas, Nebraska, New Mexico, Oklahoma, Utah, Wyoming — Possible time frame: ~2010s

[ask-solstice-perihelion]

More questions for you hehe

Remember that "Midnight Infection" thing? I really want to know your opinion about it, and if you have some theories I'd love to know. :>

Also for your Sister (Lapis), how did she exactly find you? Did you teleport to where all the dead souls go to when you exactly died?

For your species, (Cat...Sith?) How does this make you different from common "cats"? What new abilities do you get from it? (If you get any exactly.)

Also, few questions from Stitchie lol

She wonders if she can introduce you to her girlfriend sometime, she really wants you to meet her. :>

And...For the game Omori you two really like (I love it to!) She wonders who your favorite character is, and why you like them! (Her favorite has to be HEADSPACE Basil or Stranger, or "SOMETHING". She can't decide though.)

She also asks if she can OMORI with you sometime, she thinks you're very cool, and wants to hang out with you more.

“The infection thing was… weird. And kinda scary. Hopefully there’s something we can do about it… I’m a little tired of sitting around and feeling useless.”

“Big sister Lapis found me in Oblivion. That’s one of the afterlives, but not the one I was supposed to be in. It’s like… A second layer of hell, I guess. I think she was meeting up with the deity there for something, and when she saw me, she recognized that I didn’t belong there.”

“A cat-sìth is normally bigger than a normal housecat, and in human worlds, we can walk on two legs and speak human languages just as long as humans aren’t watching. Cynoxis doesn’t have many humans if any, and normal cats are already anthropomorphic, so… I guess that’s not much of a difference on my end, but it’d be more noticeable in some other world. Oh, and we can also claim souls before they go to the afterlives. I use that to help big sister Lapis sometimes, so a mismarked soul gets marked properly before it’s too late. That’s been more and more of an issue lately… Aaand there’s something involving curses, but I haven’t tried anything like that. In terms of appearance, we’re black cats with a white spot, usually on the chest, but they can be in other spots, like how mine’s on my neck. Most of us don’t have three eyes, though. That’s just a weird genetic mutation my family’s sorta stuck with.”

“Let Stitches know I’d be happy to meet her girlfriend sometime. And I’d definitely love to talk about Omori with her more! I’ve even got this co-op mod so we can play it together, although it’s a little buggy. My favorite character is… Medusa, probably? She’s the best Slime Girl. She has games in her sector and actually treats people right. She also reminds me of big sister Lapis a little because of how focused she is, and how she’s good at mediating. And she’s pretty, but I’m not sure that counts as a good reason.”

[wanderingwitchofthewood]

[witchofbrigid]

Welcome

Hello! I'm Sam. My pronouns are she/her. This is my space to share my journey of learning Ozark folk practices in modern times with tolerance and an open heart. I made this account to find my community! I’ll be posting about my journey discovering the folk practices of my ancestors as my research continues and how my practice evolves.

My Practice

I’ve been witching 4 years but struggled to find the practice that feels right for me. I finally feel at home in my craft after being introduced to ancestor work and folk practice in 2023. I'm loving the process of discovery and learning so far! I’m learning Ozark folk healing and work with the Bible. I'm dual faith.

Spirits I work with:

ancestors

Christian deities

animal spirits

land spirits

plant spirits

Feel free to ask away! I love talking about folk practices, ancestor veneration, and getting to know the lovely people in this community.

IG: mountainfolkfaith

Be blessed.🌳💐

[qlasscannon]

i can't see why not, honestly, so i'm just gonna let iggy be tadpoled.

[anghraine]

There are many reasons that I appreciate the evidence that Elrosian Dúnedain in LOTR remain distinctive from other Men, both visibly (the height, the natural beardlessness, the Elvish-Bëorian appearance) and in possible abilities (too many to list parenthetically). But one of the reasons I like it is the very reason that some people object to it.

Characters like Aragorn and Denethor are many, many, many generations removed from Elros. It's been thousands of years since he lived. Although there are canonical cases of intra-Elrosian marriage on Númenor and in Middle-earth, and it's likely that there would be many more than are described and any given Elrosian is descended from him multiple times, this isn't actually that important. Tolkien only mentions it when it's relevant for some other reason.

Even if Aragorn or Denethor or whomever were descended from Elros through exactly one(1) line and "should" only have an infinitesimal amount of Elvish/Maia blood (if any) from him, it would not matter. The fandom can be very fixated on precisely partitioning characters' ancestries. But the logic of Boromir being naturally beardless because of Elros, say, has nothing to do with how much of Elros's blood he could realistically inherit or what fraction of his ancestry is Elvish (whether through Elros or Mithrellas). He is of the line and people of Elros. That is what matters. And it's one of the few ways in which I find the canonical treatment of this somewhat refreshing by contrast with fandom.