Where Do I Come From?

I'm in the process of uncovering the story of my dad, Patrick Cooke, who was born in Ireland in 1931. He never knew his parents, and the people who might have been able to answer his questions are all dead now. I talk about this complicated genealogy research and a new writer's tip-toeing into writing a novel. I promise I will try not to whine much.

Friday, May 19, 2006

Past attempts

A few years ago, I began an ambitious family tree project for my mom's side of the family, which is substantial. She's one of 10 kids, and her mom was one of 8, so doing this right is no small task. I had intended it for a Christmas present, so once the holiday had passed, I let the research drop. I want to take it up again, but Dad's story beckons. Still, it would look like I had accomplished so much more by fleshing out Mom's side because it's a much easier task (domestic, preserved, etc.). Unfortunately, any attempt at a proper tree for my family looks like an ice storm has attacked one half of the plant - mom's life goes on and on for generations, while Dad's stops at his name.

Anyway, I dug up the Agnew research this evening and found earlier notes on Dad's story tucked in there - addresses in Kansas City where he lived, past jobs (I had forgotten that he was a baker for a while, or that he attended Rockhurst for a couple of semesters in the 60s).

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