Day 112
Today I need to research my family history.
The day starts with geocaching—it’s a fun thing that my parents do. We go for a short hike and then go treasure hunting, trying to find specific GPS coordinates.
It’s hard to find this cache, because someone moved it. But we find it and I get a cool little stuffed giraffe from it.
Then, some grocery shopping. I leave my parents for a short bit so I can get a present for Mike—our six month anniversary’s coming up.
Honestly I wasn’t going to get him anything. I thought six months wasn’t big enough to warrant a present yet. But then I was joking that he has to get me something, and he took me seriously. So now I need to get him something.
I get him a TARDIS cell phone charm. I’m not sure if he’ll use it on his phone, but it can be attached to a keychain too.
I hope he likes it.
Then I’m home and I ask my dad for the book of Mann family history. Yes, we really have a book, complete with the family crest and motto on the front. I don’t know what it means—I only recognize the word family.
So now I’m reading the book.
The first recorded Mann in history was John Man of Poole, England, born in 1495.
There’s a Mann in the 1860s who shares my birthday, March 2. Sarah Elizabeth.
In the Civil War, a Mann fought on the side of the Confederates.
I don’t know exactly when the family came to America. This book is not quite in chronological order.
In the 1800s, some of the Manns owned slaves.
OH NO NOW I HAVE WHITE GUILT.
I learn that a Mann was a soldier in the American Revolution. So as I have pretty much always told people, I am really American. I am not a second or third or fourth generation immigrant or whatever, my family’s been here since the beginning.
This is cool.
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second post today because I missed yesterday. sorry about that.
Does anyone care, actually?
is anyone out there?
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