Today was surreal. I'm still very much in my head about it.
It has only been a few years of tentative relationship building between my birth grandparents and myself. A few day visits to their aging property.
And each visit I've mulled over, pulled apart and relished in the conversations. The little insights, stories of family and my grandparents rose coloured remembrances of times past filtered through my eager ears are pleasurable. I'm certain such events are painted now with memory-tainted brushes yet I am glad that they are at peace with their past. Even more so, I am glad they both seem at peace with me being in the present.
So why so much mulling today? Final visit to the farm. 120+ years of history sold. Before I'd even built a relationship with my birth family I'd researched this property. I read the census reports on how many cows, pigs, sheep wheat, children etc.... any information I could attain about the farm. I love research. It is so fallable and yet so easily accepted as truth.
In light of a beautiful fall afternoon I took a walk about the property. In the collapsing barn, discovering an ancestor's name on a barn door that may be old-news to all those who grew up there but so excitingly new to history buff me. The 5th and 6th generations walking a familiar and unfamilar path. I knew full well that this would be the first and last discovery of the like for me.
So, romantically and unrealistically, I dream of a connect between the history of this farm and myself. I walked the field feeling the comfort of being 'home' when I know it is not home. I'm am acutely aware that this sale may be causing chaos and pain for those 'truly' connected to its history. Still, today for me, history remained in the past...even mine..and it really didn't matter. I was just so thankful for the opportunity to be there in that moment and thankful to my bmom for letting that connect happen.
A side note: Nixie really is upset about the family dog being moved to a new home and can't understand where the guy whose name on the barn door went (he would be 5 generations from here). She thought that he (said ancestor) had taken the dog away to a new home. It was difficult in the moment to explain 100's of years of family members and how we don't live forever in light of her mourning the missing family pet.