The genealogy research is getting to me. Sometimes it's very exciting, reading stories about ancestors in other countries, and ones right out of history books. But some of it makes me sad, and I'm not sure why. I had a lot of relatives born and raised in coal mining camps, and I've grown up hearing stories about life there. Pardee, Virginia was a coal camp, a mining town. Now, it's been buried by the coal companies, the mountain has been moved on top of it.
I've heard a lot of good stories, and they have a lot of good memories. I guess I don't understand why it makes me sad. Looking from the outside, it sounds like a hard way of life. And a lot of those places are so far back in the mountains, I don't know how they ever got out. The sun rises over the mountains half way through the morning, and it's going down way before the top of the mountain runs out of light, that's for sure. It didn't matter to the miners, it was dark when they went in, dark all day, dark when they came out.
But, anyway, I have access to ancestry.com for 6 weeks, and then I'll move on to researching something else.