One of the things I love about tracing my family history is who I find along the way.
Of course, most of them are dead. And that’s kind of a bummer. However, there is nothing more satisfying than breaking through that brick wall or coming across information about people you had no idea you were kin to.
I will admit to you that I have not gone back and actually proven this with the standard genealogical measures yet. And, of course, I don’t encourage anyone to take for granted information found in family trees posted online. That can be a big mistake. I’ve found members of my dad’s family listed in online trees that have misspellings or just plain wrong birthdates and family connections.
That said, however, I stumbled across one tree for the Conant family, the family of my 4th great-grandmother, Abigail. She married Josiah Hackett and they raised their 10 children in Westmoreland, N.H. That much I know for sure.
The tree I found traced her back to her great-great-grandfather, one Roger Conant. Imagine my delight when I did a Google search and discovered that he was the founder of the town of Salem, Mass. I was further thrilled to find out that he was against the witch trials, and left that town to found another.
What’s better? There’s a statue of him in Salem, and lots and lots of photos of that statue. Hot dog!
So, I went online and found a place that will put photos on mugs for you. I paid $20 for this mug, which I cherish, that has a photo of Roger Conant’s statue with the words “Salem, Massachusetts” underneath it. I call it my “grandpa mug” and I drink coffee out of it almost every morning.
Needless to say, I will be quite disappointed if, when I finally get around to verifying this information some day, I find that Roger is not my 8th-great-grandfather. But for now, I’m just enjoying the mug and the knowledge that I’m probably related to someone so famous, there’s a statue of him.