Tag: Jamestown

4 July 2026.

I am watching the tall ships sail into the New York Harbor. No, I am not there in person… sadly, for that would be spectacular to behold. Actually, I also am envious of those fortunate enough to sail aboard the vessels, which would be even more breathtaking.

The flotilla and waterways around New York remind us of the origins of the United States founding. We can consider the waterways, the geography of various locations throughout North America, and how those places factored in settlement and warfare. We think of the many nations seeking exploration of North America and how those nations, even early on, contributed to our culture, food, and people. We continue to wrestle with the various reasons that America was sought, for riches, and national sovereignty… and the individuals famous and ordinary who participated at every level. We also continue to try to understand the impact upon those vast cultures that existed in America prior to the arrival of the Europeans, and the continued impact upon the environment and cultures by European arrival and westward expansion.

Regardless of the particulars of European arrival and its impact, we can pause to think about the immensity of it all, the wonder, and the remarkable achievements of humans to traverse vast expanses of water. We can wonder of each human’s ability to survive both as individuals, but particularly as community, working together to accomplish the impossible.

Each of us is a descendant of people who were so brave. Regardless of where you are reading this, your location, or your citizenship across the world, it is true that we can consider the amazing fact that each of us exists, given the hardships and obstacles overcome by our ancestors.

Really, I want to zoom in upon genealogy for those of us who seek to understand the complexity of our ancestry.

I have been thinking of a problem I observed as a child when my parents were working on genealogical research. I am grateful that they were careful researchers who sought the truth. They wanted evidence of lineage. Yes, they collected family stories and mythology, but they mostly noted those stories and looked for records that supported the stories, and especially those that broke through the stories to the reality.

The problem they ran into were threefold. People wanted to descend from someone famous, especially royalty or nobility. Their research began and ended seeking anything to *prove* their desired lineage outcome. They very often were single-minded in their genealogy research, focused upon one lineage out of the literal hundreds (and more) that they could have picked; then, once they had locked in the immigrant ancestor, and especially if it linked back to royalty/nobility, they would crow that their genealogical research was complete. The problem was how much these folks’ short-sightedness shut down any research or even reasonable conversation. One can see this even in some of the older documents and books written in the 1960’s and before, with exceedingly high-minded verbiage in describing lineages. Many seem to be dripping in effusive pompousness with contempt for others not so fortunate to be so-descended from the noble or famous ancestor in question. Then that writer’s book often becomes a reference cited by other researchers, making it even harder for a sincere researcher to locate the truth.

There are a large number of people who are not interested in genealogy. I do not fault that.

What I do have a problem with is a fault that, I would assume, is common to each of us. How we feel about ourselves is bolstered by thoughts that we may be descended from someone famous or grand. I can admit to the fault, and I seek to overcome it.

An honest, research and detective-based genealogical practice has led me to really think about each ancestor and the story behind each one. Overlaying the research with understanding of the history, culture, and geography of each story adds so much texture. I can honestly say that this sort of research adds so much understanding to each individual’s life and proves that, regardless of their story, they are every bit as interesting and worthy as any royal or noble. And, by the way, when the royal/noble ancestor is truly studied, their ordinariness becomes evident. Being descended from a famous person is not necessarily a feather in the cap.

Furthermore, I would like to say that some of the problems of the United States has come, in large part, from a desire to recreate that from which we came, that of a feudal society in which people are born to their status and seek to maintain it.

To be fair, why wouldn’t we think we needed to do that? Or wanted to do that? Thinking of the original settling of Virginia, the idea was to establish a mechanism and society to further the royal crown. The economy and culture, including the Anglican religion, were transplanted to America, and those who were loyal expected that they would achieve financial and social stability. They even allowed slavery in order to achieve their goals. What a mess. What a deceit. What a lost opportunity. We continue to live with the impact.

And one of the things we live with is a (probably natural) tendency to want to think that our ancestors had it all correct, that they were justified. Including the fact that we may continue to bear the desire to descend from royalty as something that makes us feel better, and perhaps whitewashes any second thoughts about certain choices made in our national history. With the Declaration of Independence and successful establishment of the United States of America, we also developed our version of royalty… Washingtons, Adams, Mayflower descendants, all the presidents and first ladies, and I am sure you can add more.

My perspective of genealogy is different from some because all of my lines, as far as I now know, were in America as early as the mid-17th to the late 18th century. My view came into focus a couple of years ago when I was sharing with a friend I will call Max my recent research findings and processes, referencing Jamestown-era immigration in Colonial Virginia. Max was truly amazed and shocked, stating, wow, that is a long, long time ago! I swallowed hard and realized, as he explained his family’s path. I knew his uncle whom I had met when I was a child and he was a collegiate from Thailand, along with a large number of Thai students of my parents. They became friends of my parents, many of them stayed in America and had their families and successful careers. Only now did I really understand that the “Thai” student in question had certainly arrived from Thailand, but his family had emigrated there from China. There was a long, long generational history of emigration and transplantation, with necessity to make new homes in various cultures along the way.

With such a degree of multi-generational displacement, how would one trace family history? One side of Max’s family was Thai, and he had more known ancestry on that side of his family, but apparently not by much. My understanding only is that the frequency and commonality of displacement in the region of Southeast Asian nations has to be taken into consideration in the history of the current and past residents.

What I learned from Max and others with similar histories is that one’s self-worth is not dependent upon establishing a fine ancestor or lineage.

We are in this together. We always have been, and we always will be.

Happy 4th!

William