I sat on a couple of (ok, a few) projects, that's been quite the "ongoing" story or is now the case of "never ending"??
Though I have just come back from a trip to Adelaide, South Australia that has reinvigorated my mind again.
With the view of searching for a "instinctive story", I went to Adelaide, looking to see if there were communications between 2 cousins. This story was just a pure "gut feeling", with a story on why my lineage didn't become an "Adelaidean" so to speak.
I was looking for historical connections to 2 Colonial Families (Newenham's & Pitman's) & as I sit here now, I found more than I bargained for, because I found another family story to Kapunda with the Blood family (which wasn't known till 2 weeks after the trip).
This Adelaide trip was absolutely instrumental to understanding my distant lineages mindset, it answered my question (about communication between 2 Cousins) in the most mind boggling way.
It wasn't directly answered, I had to put it together & read between lines. Just after the trip, 1 document I found in the Cork Archives - dated in 1824 that was sent from Dublin to France, unbelievably validated the trip. Family notes I have that were written in Australia - that is roughly dated to 1867, said the exact same thing, but with a twist of "cousinage". Family names mentioned in both documents validate that they knew each other & were talking together through "Cousin Networks" (The old "I know a Cousin who knows a Cousin" trick).
But that's for another blog entry later.
The Washington Letter story has taken me on quite the path of history - from an American POV & it's Australian tragic tale. I want to document it's hidden story, because there is one.
I am not an acclaimed writer, I never went to get a diploma in writing or journalism, never took part in University degree's, never went to lectures on how to document history.
And yet, I can come up a blog documenting history to some finite details that nobody else knows.
I realised that I didn't have that "secret handshake" to becoming a historical writer. You know, those letters after your surname that apparently means something.
Everytime, I went to contact someone of knowledge & gave specific details of interest, I got ghosted (no reply). This was all the way from US historical persons, to local historians near me.
To even prove a theory, I contacted an academic person, who wrote a historical piece on a known artistic person, she even gave a lecture with presenting this information. This document, was of great importance to me & is under lock & key in a University Library, where it can only be accessed by persons with "academic" interests - that is not in the eye of "Plebs".
Now as I look back on it, the turning point of this "secret handshake", the above is true still, but as I went to visit my multiple cousin Michael Collins Persse, it took a couple of visits to get him acquainted with me - why I was there - what was the purpose of the meeting etc etc.
I still remember vividly, the very moment this barrier of the "secret handshake" dropped.
As we were talking, I showed Michael a photo of my Mother & Michael immediately stopped conversing (you could of heard a pin drop). Michael's "mouth hit the floor" - so to speak. He couldn't believe what he was seeing in a photograph. I didn't fully understand this moment until well after this visit. From that point on, Michael opened his arms to me & involved me into his life.
Why did Michael involve me? What was this photograph of, that made Michael immediately stop?
It was none other than : Lady Gregory (Augusta Persse).
This is what stopped Michael in conversation. He couldn't believe it.
I'll let you be the judge (this was not the photo of what I showed Michael, but has the same effect).














