How do you perceive the world?
Who do you invite into your life and imagination, and why, and how?
What are the usual images of your world and where do you usually source them?
No two people are quite the same, even if they are twins. Yet some minds are more open than others to that point of view.
How have your images of the world changed through an understanding of genealogy?
Has your image of yourself changed as a consequence of those perceptions?
Do you view your ancestors as if they are stereotypical characters or as if they have full personalities and active minds, just like you do?
My husband has often perceived events and experiences differently than I have. I am sure our family members and other people in our lives perceive situations differently, too. I know my mother does, and my mother-in-law. When all four of us have been together somewhere, we perceive the situation differently.
We all bring our own prior experiences, preferred routines and current tastes and attitudes to our perceptions of the world. Our perceptions of art and photography and maps and logistics, and to the news we hear and read, are all shaped by our differences more so than our commonality.
I can never have first-hand experience of the way of life of my ancestors, or of anyone else for that matter. I can only have my own experiences and my own point of view. I can compare my point of view with people like Osias Beert the Elder.
Even so, I do my best to discover how the lives of other people might differ from my own, and how they might be similar. We all need to eat and sleep and pay the bills somehow.
And I am sure many generations of my Flemish ancestors experienced a peasant wedding at one time or another, just like Pieter Bruegel the Elder.
Are you a local history expert, or a relevant expert of some other historical kind? That was the first question I asked when I began this blog in January 2009.
I had actively begun my family history research just over a year earlier. In late 2007, I sought to provide my mother with a suitable Christmas gift, namely a much fuller picture of the early life experiences of her own mother. Little did either of us know where that journey would lead.