2019: 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks – Week 45 (Nov. 4 – Nov. 10): Rich Man
I “first” joined Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks on its “first” year in 2014… and what a whirlwind year that was… writing, editing and researching daily for 365 days! As much as I wanted to continue the following year, I found that I didn’t have the time to continue another year with that type of research… although I did continue blogging and writing stories at my own pace, which allowed me to write on other topics as well as family stories when ideas came my way… but I’ve often missed it. The first year were no specific weekly prompts like today… but I’m taking a different spin on them. There will be some posts on a specific ancestor, but most will be memories that spring from those prompts. Head over to 2014 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks to read about my ancestors in the first years challenge.
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There’s so many ways “Rich Man” can be spinned. It can be interpreted as who was the richest man in your family… no one came to mind as specifically being wealthy in mine. My grandfather, Edgar T. McKinley was rich in land… owning 117 acres was something he was proud of… as the land allowed him to farm… feeding and providing for his family. His land was rich … aka fertile… growing and producing timber much better than other farms nearby. My grandfather always said… “if you have land, you have money”… he was so true in that quote! He never bought anything on credit… he was very frugal in his purchases. He left this earth with money in the bank and land to pass on to his daughter, my mother. Even no longer here, he was still providing for his family.
I feel rich in finding the man I married… not everyone is lucky enough to find the right spouse, and remain married to one person for the rest of their life.
Hubby’s grandfather, Giuseppe Cambino was a “Rich Man” in the life he built in coming to America at the young age of only eighteen, with no more than twenty-five dollars in his pocket. He was rich in the knowledge to pursue the ownership of a business to support his family of seven children… owning Buddy’s Barber Shop. He lived the American dream of coming to this country… marrying, having a family and owning a business.
I consider my father in law, Steve Insalaco, Sr. a “Rich Man” in the life he lived. As a young boy of eight years old, he went to work at the local neighborhood market, delivering groceries and stocking shelves… he was rich in his attendance for school, never missing a day through eighth grade… he was rich in knowledge at work, always being the one called when no one else could repair… he was rich in providing for his family, working weekly more than a regular forty-hour week; he instilled in his son to never refuse overtime! I always looked up to my father in law…. to me he was a rich man of knowledge… building his own house, always knowing how to repair anything broken; it was said at his funeral, “now who do we go to when we don’t know how to repair what’s broken.” He was rich in the many memories he had of growing up and the stories he told me about his service in the Army. He was a “Rich Man” of family values… and those very values I see in his son… the man I married.
As I’ve searched and read the many census years published, I’ve learned more about my ancestors… as to who was really a “Rich Man”… and not just by the money they amassed. The agriculture census records showed their rich worth through livestock, land and produce grown. Most of my ancestors were dirt farmers… not realizing their true worth in those days, but when I now read and understand those census records… they were rich men!
Rich Man also applies to my husband… rich in family memories and traditions. I never had the memories of family traditions as he grew up with… the family holidays around a table full with family… grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. I was an only child with only one uncle and cousins, but in as they didn’t live nearby, I have no holiday memories of spending time with them. I don’t think we celebrated holidays in my small family as my husband’s family did… it’s probably why I have no memories. During my 48 years of marriage… I now have those family memories of holiday meals, especially Christmas Eve… which in his family was one of the biggest holidays celebrated with family.
Together, my husband and I feel “rich” in regards to that we have raised two children who grew up to marry and give us five beautiful granddaughters to share our holidays with now. We are rich in that we are free now to travel at our leisure… pretty much we can pick up and go at a moments notice!
“Rich” has so many meanings, but this is how I have perceived it!
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