I dag kom jeg over et lite «dikt» – og syntes det passet så godt for oss som er opptatt av slektshistorie.
We are the chosen …
In each family there is one
who seems called to find the ancestors;
to put flesh on their bones
and make them live again,
to tell the family their story
and to feel that somehow they know and approve.
Genealogy is not a cold gathering of facts;
instead it is breathing life
into all who have gone before.
We are the story tellers of the tribe.
All tribes have one.
We have been called as if it were in our genes.
Those who have gone before cry out to us: “Tell our story.”
And so we do…in them we find ourselves.