Week 13: Nearly Forgotten

#52ancestors  I'm remaining a bit behind.  The whole coronavirus thing is very distracting, even though our lives are not strongly affected by staying home.  Since we are retired, we often stay home anyway.  On Sunday we go to church and on Tuesday we go to Taco Tuesday with my sister and her family, and on Fridays we usually go to the daily Mass at our parish and then out to breakfast with some of the other attendees.  And that is pretty much it!  Without any of those activities, we are just adrift on a featureless sea of days . . .

So, Week 13's prompt of Nearly Forgotten is a bit of a downer.  I mean, how do we think about people that we barely remember ever existed?  I have been chasing down one ancestor though who kind of got lost in the shuffle.  Barnard Case was a sibling of the Case that I normally think of as my ancestor:  Ebenezer Case.  So, Barnard's great-great granddaughter, Roby Bryan, married the great-great grandson of Ebenezer, Cyrus Case.  Ebenezer and Barnard were the children of John Case and Martha Philbrick as far as I can tell now, though poking around here, I find that I probably have a wrong date and place for John's birth, even if the death seems to line up.  It is probably also true that John Case or Casse was not an uncommon name, leading so more confusion.

And so it goes.  Looking for one person leads to more details about someone else.  Poor Barnard still remains a bit of a mystery.  I'm sure I'll work my way back to him one of these days...

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