"Family - where life begins and love never ends"
This quote is written on the tile sitting under my family photo on my entry wall. I am reminded how important family is each time I pass it. My recent adventures overseas have taken me to the United Kingdom: England, Scotland and Wales. Having spent a little more then three weeks driving the countryside I have felt rejuvenated and my soul has been lifted. I have connected with my English and Scottish roots and have a deepening sense of from whence my ancestors came. I marvel at their unique individual stories and the decisions they made to leave home and family and to immigrate into America for a better life. I am eternally grateful for their courage and strength to brave a new beginning.
"Family, where life begins and love never ends."
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Henry Joseph Walk
1854-1930
My 2nd Great Grandfather |
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1A Addington Street
Margate, Kent, England |
While southeastern part of England I located the birth home of my great great grandfather, Henry Joseph Walk. It may not have been painted the blue color but it is still standing in Margate, England.
Just being in front of this home gave me a profound sense of family and belonging to something bigger then myself.
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Harriet Ann Franklin Walk
My 3rd great Grandmother |
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| Cemetery Margate England |
I as surprised at the emotion that I felt just standing on the street taking a few photographs. I walked around the block a few times and noticed that most of the buildings standing would have been right there in 1854 when he was born.
I found the abandoned cemetery where I believe his parents were buried, according to records that I have. It was just sad to see it gated, locked and in such a state of ruin.
How I would have love to have gone in and searched for the headstones of my great great great grandparents, pictured on the left, and cleaned them as a sign of respect to - but unfortunately I was unable to locate someone who could help me get in. Cemeteries are a haven of peace and belonging for me, they tell stories and help us to connect with the past.

While in Scotland I was unable to locate the exact addresses of my Hamilton ancestors but I was able to get street photos of the buildings that they would have lived in.
David James Hamilton was married to Ellen Riddel in Paisley, Renfrewshire Scotland on February 18, 1858. The marriage was registered in the Paisley Abbey, which was built around 1163.
Connecting with the past gives me a wonderful sense of belonging to my family even if I have never met them and death separates us, because family love never ends.