Family History

So if you haven't done your family history you should, you know, like do it. It is fun and awesome and interesting.
Case in point: I spent the better part of my college years trying to track down my mother's father's mother's father's mother. Did you follow? That's my maternal grandfather's maternal great-grandmother. I didn't find her until after I was married. Her name is Christina Morse, and although she is rumored to be native-american in my family, she's not. At least not totally. In fact, I can now trace her family down like 6 generations (both men and women) as French-Canadians. Like Acadian French-Canadians... the kind that had to flee the hated Brittish and eventually became Cajuns. That kind of French-Canadians. In fact, it appears that the family changed their names from Masse' to Morse and moved West to Wisconsin right around the time that whole mess went down. Convenient, eh?
Anyway, this evening I traced the family back another 5-ish generations to the motherland. That's right. I finally found the French connection. It appears that Marguerite Ardion and Jean Rabouin were both born in La Rochelle France around 1630to parents who were wed in the midst of the whole Huguenot revolution that was happening then and there. That's right. The Huguenots. I don't know why that is so significantly meaningful to me, but it is. Other branches of the family came from Lyon, Alencon, and even Paris.
I've now traced both my dad's and my mom's family back to the Puritans and my mom's family back to the Calvanists. That means both sides of my family left Europe for religious freedom. Way to represent!