Last year I decided to investigate my family history–mainly my paternal side. The reason wasn’t so much because I wanted to know about my ancestors–but it was more of a personal journey of learning about why I am so quintessentially different from the rest of my family. I am very different in my perception of life, values and the way I view my connection to the world and its people as a whole. I have been very spiritual since a young age, relying heavily on my spirituality to get me through the darkness. I have a universal understanding that we are all connected regardless of race, age, sexuality, religion etc. Furthermore, I am outspoken and stand up for what I believe in-even if that means being ostracized, ridiculed or being perceived as a “freak” or “crazy.”
So my search wasn’t so much about who “they” were–but about who “I” am. I needed to feel like I had a connection to *someone* who was like me. My search began initially by investigating my grandfather–which ultimately ended in a slight dead end (though I am working on digging that bit up now). I ended up finding out about my grandmother and then was taken to a website called The Sprague Project. My great gran was Eva Sprague. I emailed the websites coordinator Richard Weber and told him who I was and my relation to Eva Sprague and my grandmother Jennie Newman St. Andrews. He was kind enough to send me a 300 page genealogogy on my family dating back to the 1200’s!
I hadnt really *looked* through all of it. Its 300 pages! But, an occasion arrived that I needed to print out the book. During this time, as I was printing–I was reading excerpts. I had a lot of knights in my family–who was initially from Kent, England. A Reverend who founded a church, a Mason and a lot of rich well educated people. Then, for some reason, I said out loud, “somewhere in here has to be someone like me.”
Then, as if my ancestors were listening–and the time was right–information started printing out that would change the way I feel about myself and my connection to my ancestors.
Before me was page after page of strong, outspoken, revolutionary women–women who stood up for beliefs and others–believed in tolerance-and freedom–and who died for their cause, were jailed or were banished. These women were like me. They are me. They are within me.
The most notable of these women were Mary Dyer, Anne Marbury Hutchinson and Mary Bliss Parsons.
I am related to these beautiful women. And even though its generations and generations apart–I feel a kinship to them.
Its strange–but I feel like they are around me…guiding me…watching me. There beautiful souls gently pushing me on my path.
They were considered heretics, lunatics, bat shit crazy bitches–because they stood up for their beliefs-and for others. They were outspoken. Loud. Amazing beautiful women.
These women are me—they are who I am. They are my family.