Today, I am going to talk dirty. As in genealogical dirt. Earth. Soil. Stepping in the very mud our ancestors stepped in, toiled in, lived on, and tilled.
It is difficult to put into words the visceral feeling one gets while standing on the soil of ancestors. This connection to the past is not the cerebral connection that we researchers experience when discovering new records. Standing on the ancestral dirt, literally, involves many senses. I connected with my ancestors through my feet, standing on the same earth; through my eyes, seeing the same sights; through my ears, hearing the breeze stir the sycamore leaves; through my nose, smelling the green fields; and through my skin, touching the stones they once placed their hands upon.