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Ancestors

This is a photo of Alfred Elgar and Annie Jackson on their wedding day. They are my paternal grandparents.

I don’t know what year it is or who any of the other people are. The picture is a postcard, made out of a wedding photo and it was sent to Aunt Polly, Annie’s oldest sister.

I keep this picture on my mantelpiece to remind me of my ancestors every day.

Do you ever come across old photos like this of your ancestors?

Who do you count as your ancestors?

I was adopted, so my grandparents don’t share DNA with me, but we do share memories and we are family, the only family I have known.

I have often felt my grandfather looking out for me after he left this world for the next. When he was alive, he was a profound presence in my life, I really looked up to him and respected him, more so than anyone else. Even from my little girl perspective, I felt very much that he was a man with a big heart, a wise and kind man. In spite of this, I can’t think of a single person in my extended family who knew how to show love or express their emotions to any meaningful degree, and I don’t think my grandfather really saw me or understood me in the way I hoped either, not until after he passed on. Then, I guess he had a better view of me and my life and he started to take a special interest in supporting my journey.

I trust he can see the work I’m doing to uncover and heal the generational traumas in our family. Thank you, Grandpa, I feel you with me.

[Image: ‘Photo postcard of the wedding of Alfred Elgar and Annie Jackson’ by Turner & Co., Small Heath Studio, 7 Whitmore Road, Birmingham]