Happy Mother's day to you Mommy !
You can't even imagine how important you are for the whole family.
Look at this happy tribe you made.
You are the QUEEN of our family 👑
You sacrificed you own dreams for us because you believed so much in unconditional love and now that we are grown-up, you are always by our side, trying to protect us !
It's not an easy task to be a mum but what a beautiful job you did as we all 5 are loving, kind and family oriented adults, the beautiful values of our family !
So yes, as French people are special, we have the mother's Day not like the rest of the world 🌹
This photo is no recent, maybe 8 years-old and now, the family is even larger with the grand-children 💕
Taking time to be grateful, thankful and proud of my roots, history and community I grew up in. Three generations serving Lloydminster with clothing retail and a beautiful mural as a remembrance. Seeing my mother’s amazing art displayed at The Collective downtown and beautiful mural art in the city streets highlighting my home town. #lloydminster#bordercity#familyroots#exploredowntown#proud#remembering
I'm one the biggest history nerds and always had such a strange love and appreciation for old war and military stories, it was such a different time and different style of life. The older I get the more I appreciate and love learning about my family roots and ancestry. Here I am 5 a.m this morning talking to my cousin who is HUGE on the whole ancestry thing, we were having this discussion about the Arlington National Cemetery. Just so happens my Great Grandpa's youngest brother is buried there (I never knew this?) One day I would Absolutely LOVE to visit there, there's just so much history and souls and stories that live on through there. I remember being younger and visiting my grandparents graves, and I always would walk through and read the gravestones, the names and dates, it's almost like I had this connection for a second of what kind of person or what kind of life they had. It was an odd feeling, but being the weird old soul I am 🙄 I always wanted to visit there and always imagined the emotional connections I would make just spending hours there, reading names, leaving my token of appreciation and honor for each soldier that lost their battle. He even gave me a website where you can look up the grave information to learn about them. I know I'm a strange cookie 🤦🏻 when you come from Military roots, and you learn about how far back, every war and battle fought, the ones that never made it home. You have a deeper appreciation for our country, our american flag, Our national anthem, our veterans, and our armed forces that are active overseas or stationed here. Maybe not everyone feels as deeply as I do and that's OK, I don't expect anyone to. Many don't appreciate things of this value, this time that can never be brought back. 🇺🇸💙 there's nothing wrong with being proud of who you are or where you come from. Maybe because I lost myself along the way in this world I'm finding bits and pieces of myself in the past through my family roots. ❤ #familyroots#arlingtonnationalcemetary ❤🇺🇸💙 #familyancestry
Day 1-2. Day 1 was uneventful due to jet lag and fatigue, however Chef David made us a nice family meal in the BnB. Day 2 has been filled with museums and learning more about our heritage, we have out quite a bit of mileage on our legs. Seeing the restored Viking ships was amazing! 1 of the ships actually had 90% of its original wood!! We also visited the Stave Church that was made in the 1200s!!! Grandma was even beginning her teacher career again in a school house from 1800s! After a little rest we will be heading to my favorite park in Oslo Vigeland Park!!! #norway#familyroots#familyvacation#norwegianculture#europe#vikingships#vikings#wearevikings#day2#pictureblog#travel#touring
#TBT to my roots. I received the results of my @ancestry DNA test on the last day of my trip to Ireland and Wales. Even though we didn’t visit the region of Ireland my ancestors were born and raised, it is nice to better understand the full make-up of my ethnicity #history#geneology#familyroots
Another encounter with a local #woman during my #veryrigidsearch happened in Lazy, a small village tucked between #Hrodna and #Volkovysk . It was early in the afternoon and we stopped the car in front of an old wooden house with blue windowframes. A man was doing his best to stand straight next to the gate, however the spiky fence was clearly giving him a hand in fighting gravity. - We are looking for Kazek - spoke the smuggler who also happened to be our driver, friend and a distant relative.
- Kazek passed away - said the man. - And who are you?
Then we explained. At least we tried. It was a story of old hutors, of the war, murder, Siberia, love, death and travel. - I don't understand anything whatsoever - said the man, in a language that bridged Polish, Russian and Belarussian, and called his sister.
We were in luck as she was sober - not for long though as having heard the story, having looked at my father and me, she got it, she understood, 'Ivan!' she shouted, and there was no turning back from doing straight up shots of vodka followed by a round of fried eggs. Then, in that room full of Jesuses and random furniture that has served generations, she opened an old cupboard and pulled out a pile of photos.
And right there, between Red Army soldiers, dead children, serious-looking priests and groups of people with heads cut off the photo, there was her. The woman I never met, yet without whom I would not exist. It was the first time I saw her tired, wrinkled face.
My great #grandma who lived and died this side of Neman.
My 2x great grandfather Hermann Borchert with his family. ICYMI: I used his birth record (and those of his mother and grandfather) to show how I research in a language I do not speak. #borchert#language#luxembourg#german#french
Day Two: Kildal Valley...which is named after Bob Brice’s family. It is mentioned in his family tree but we couldn’t pinpoint where it was. Well, at our hotel in Tromsø yesterday a local man was telling us how to prepare our waffles and asks us why we are visiting Norway. He tells us that Kildal Valley is a special place for his family because that is where his parents met during WWII where his dad was recusing his mother and her five sisters from Nazi pursuit. Then tells us where it is! So we rented a car and drove 3 hours there today. We went off road to the end of the Valley to find Kildal Dammen (a dam with a beautiful lake called Kildalen) #kildalvalley#kildal#norway#storslett#randomstranger#godisgood#divine#familytree#familyroots#norwegian#norwegianfamilyvacation#tammybricephoto