What I have been working on.
One reason I haven't been writing too much on the blog about our lives is becasue I have been 
searching about our past lives. It is so cool to find a little tidbit here and there of a Great Grandmother or Grandfather 7-8-9 times ago. Anyway, it is a big project! and takes up too much time!
I am into the 1800's now, so things are looking up! Here is some information put together from various places about my 9th (Alyosha's and Luka's 10th) Great Grandmother from the Netherlands...
Margaretta Van Slichtenhorst
1628-1711
9th Great Grandmother of Jennifer Marie Bristow
Margarita's Poem for her Father, Brant Arantse van Slichtenhorst
I'm young Margarita van Slichtenhorst,
My father's the Master, we call him Baas,
Of de Heer van Renssalaer's Bouwerie,
This brought us here from the Zuider Zee.
My mother is dead, and I'm all alone
To care for my father's simple home,
But I try to do it as well as may be,
Though I long for my home by the Zuider Zee.
My father's a man who knows so much,
Though you'd not understand his Holland Dutch.
He is not handsome, and yet, you know,
He's brave and kind, and I love him so.
searching about our past lives. It is so cool to find a little tidbit here and there of a Great Grandmother or Grandfather 7-8-9 times ago. Anyway, it is a big project! and takes up too much time! I am into the 1800's now, so things are looking up! Here is some information put together from various places about my 9th (Alyosha's and Luka's 10th) Great Grandmother from the Netherlands...
Margaretta Van Slichtenhorst
1628-1711
9th Great Grandmother of Jennifer Marie Bristow
Margarita's Poem for her Father, Brant Arantse van Slichtenhorst
I'm young Margarita van Slichtenhorst,
My father's the Master, we call him Baas,
Of de Heer van Renssalaer's Bouwerie,
This brought us here from the Zuider Zee.
My mother is dead, and I'm all alone
To care for my father's simple home,
But I try to do it as well as may be,
Though I long for my home by the Zuider Zee.
My father's a man who knows so much,
Though you'd not understand his Holland Dutch.
He is not handsome, and yet, you know,
He's brave and kind, and I love him so.
posted by Jen at 11:05
1 Comments:
I wonder what kind of poem my boys would write about us.. if any at all.
It might go like this:
They call me Alyoshka,
delightful and nice,
My brother is tiring,
amusing and wise.
My mother is busy... cooking for us,
She certanly loves us,
however, sometimes,
I feel as she had it enough.
My father is ugly,
Mom says he is smart,
His English is fuzzy,
His Russian is tart.
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