What Is My Family History Essay

My Family History by Nicole Hall
I learned about my family history from my dad. Throughout my life, he has told me countless stories. Over the years, I don’t remember as much as I should. Here are a few things I do remember, I remember him telling me we were related to John Smith. And as a girl, I knew John Smith, from Pocahontas. I pictured a blonde hair, blue-eyed, attractive man. I thought maybe that’s where I got my blonde hair, and blue eyes from, but I was mistaken.
My father followed our family tree and found out we were related to John Smith. For nine years, I have known that I am a direct descendent of John Smith. While learning about John Smith, I learned that his features are not depicted correctly in Pocahontas. Also, I have learned

Unfortunately, he passed away a few years ago. I remember the crazy stories he used to tell me when he was a kid. The way of life has definitely changed since before I was born. He would talk about how much cheaper gas was. He was caring, protective, and stubborn. He was a great man, whom ran a baseball little league in Michigan. He loved baseball, and he was a role model to a lot of children. There were so many people at his funeral, and a lot of important people from the city of Taylor, where I used to live. He touched so many people, he gave great advice, and he actually cared about the families involved in the league. I wish I could have interviewed him for this, he told wild stories. Which, I can relate back to John Smith. Some of my family, have been a part of bar fights. It is interesting learning about a person’s character, and being able to see bits of them in each member of your family. My mother’s side is the side I do not know very well. Her parents died when she was young, and I find myself wishing that she knew more about them. Alcoholism runs in her side of the family in her siblings, and their children. This assignment has made me feel like my family, is like reading a history book. You only get the stories, and a little bit of facts. It’s not as if, you knew their personalities or their voices. You don’t feel the love, it’s like you are hearing about people you don’t know, and can’t relate